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Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM



Details | Carpe Diem | |

Each Day Takes its Turn

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we strive to make sure 
each day enlightens us 
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray 
may we keep fighting 
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul 
experiencing trials 
and intense life lessons 
meshed with stresses 
may we persevere 
turn off  fear's song 
may we stand firm 
as we glide along 
through shifty winds of change 
that may cause things to sway
rearrange
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for 
we
fall for nothing 
we
may stumble along the trip 
we 
may swerve at the wheel yet 
we 
do not lose our grip
because no one 
can eclipse the sun 
yet
everyone heals 
before they're done

Just when situations arise 
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry 
from ongoing cries
we may think 
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we make sure 
every day enlightens us 
and brightens us 
as each day takes its turn. 

~JSLambert



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Viagra Falls

There once was a man from Niagara
whose wiener's so long it would stab ya'

but when it got little 
his pills became skittles   
until he O.D.'d on Viagra

© ~JSLambert  2011*****A classic "stiff" competitor, standing "firm" amongst other "members" in the "thick" of the competition:) hope everyone gets "a rise" out of it!


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Heart Of A Poet

It jumps not to the thought of riches or the prospect of gold
For common treasures are not what it seeks
But rather it responds to that probable possibility
That it may have touched the depths of someone else's soul

It hearkens not to sparkling gems or lusts after a lifetime of wealth
For inside jewels lies the hearts of thieves
But rather it stirs at giving a word someone needs
For inspiration to even the smallest person is a diamond in itself

It doesn't ache for dollar bills or lurch at the sight of green
For nowadays money comes in many different forms
But rather it longs to patch up another heart that may have been torn
And once again to give that person's life meaning

It is a place where the world dare not or otherwise cannot go
A safe haven for valuables other than currency
A hidden trail where treasure means finding creativity 
A path that only the hearts of poets know


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The Man in the Wilderness

Feeling like a lodger
In my own home
Thankful for my music
And my new found roam

Families and communities
They are just so hard to find
But in April 2009
I found the most precious kind

I found the name amusing
So the button i clicked on to see
The layout was very inviting
Like an open door should be

For in a matter of minutes
On first uploading a poem
This Highlander was content
He had found a welcome home

So many lovely writers
Poets who share their bless
No longer this Scotsman is
The Man in the Wilderness



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


Details | Senryu | |

' The Power of A Poet ... ' 32nd Senryu

‘The Power Of A Poet’      32nd  Senryu


        Look How Devoted
       The Power of A Poet
    See How Words Spoke It



This Poem is My Tribute to:

Carolyn Devonshire (The Dove)
and James (The Highlander) Fraser
for your Powerful collaboration on:

      Mother Nature's Revenge

        It Was Truly Awesome

              MoonBee


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I love It When.........

I love it when he looks a me,
It makes me feel so free.

I love it when he stares,
It seems as though I am stuck in the glares.

I love it when he talks,
And especially when he walks.

He communicates with so much confidence,
And paces with self-assurance.

I love it when he smiles,
That alone will motivate me to run for miles.

I love it when he touches me,
It makes me want to be his one and only.

I love it when he's near,
He never allows any fear.

He is my mentor,
And also my protector.

I love it when we are together,
I always feel better.

I love it when we conversate,
Even doing just that will make me want to date.

I love it when we share our similarities,
Like when we sit at home and do pilaties.

But for right now, we need to keep our relationship professional,
Until that day I become legal.


Details | Free verse | |

Since First I Saw You

Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.

Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen 
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.

Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating, 
each word you speak intensifies 
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.

Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way. 
The sun magnifying each strand, 
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color, 
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.

Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.


Details | Concrete | |

The Nose

 
                                                           
                                                            Though 
                                                          My 
                                                       Nose,
                                                    Small
                                                And
                                              Not
                                          Well 
                                        Formed,
                                     Still
                                  I like it
                               For I 
                           Can
                        Smell
                     You,
                  Very 
               Lovely
            Scent-
            Your
             Poetry, 
                 Perfume
                      For my soul!


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There Was A Time We Weren't Ashamed Of God


There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton


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Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty In Futility

Futility
my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn 
and made anew

Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live 
And never touch the sky. 

I have to forget you
I have to reject you 
But I will never love anyone 
like I loved you.....

I heard you whisper 
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes 
But you couldn’t feel it

You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I 
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT. 

I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will. 

Be my dirty little secret 
My very worst-kept secret 
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison 
My infernal and endless attraction 
towards complete and utter self-destruction 

I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....

My addiction 
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true

Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget 
how you were never there

Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?

I have to face the facts 
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you. 

The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to. 

I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you. 


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Instead Of Loving Me As Christ Does


Instead Of Loving Me As Christ Does… Instead of stopping by, and thinking of me… You walked away and thought the worst of me! Instead of taking the time to ask; “Is anything wrong?” You got upset and told me; “I don’t belong!” Instead of spending time with me in prayer… You “brushed me off.” And didn’t even care! Instead of extending God’s mercy and grace… You “smeared my name” all over the place! Instead of being Christ example as you pretend to be… You made up your mind to “have nothing to do with me!” What if Christ treated others the way you do?” Would there being any meaning in HIS words; “I love you?” What if, for just a brief moment in time… Christ chose to be angry, rude and unkind? Are you willing to be Christ’ example? Is his love in you? Can I find a “sample?” What if we all treated others the way Christ does? Knowing that it’s all of us that Christ truly loves! May this be a wake up call and a reminder! We need to love as Christ does! And be kinder! By Jim Pemberton


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Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


Details | Ballade | |

Imagine

Imagine lakes of dreams 
Blood contained streams
Imagine oceans that behold undiscovered beings
Imagine human life depended off of cheers and games
Man design’s umbrellas
And eventually would play a part in acid rain
Imagine not wanting to smell another rose 
Or touch another soul 
Because of despair and shame
Imagine in the mist of your demise
You have the passion to rejoice and sing
Imagine driving pass shattered glass
The interior  is soaked with blood stains
Your mind can't comprehend the fact 
that it's a dead family in the next lane
Imagine dreaming for freedom
As a result by your neck you hang
Imagine for the sake of progress 
You whip a man on his back and call him a slave.
Rage, Pain, Fortune, and fame
You don't have to imagine this 
Because that's what life brings.


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"What is a Sad Day In America?"

         “WHAT IS A SAD DAY IN AMERICA?”

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day worrying about being 
black, educated and female.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day and there is a new battle.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up living on the outside of the 
American Dream, but you live within America and you have nightmares about 
walking in the shoes of another race in your view.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when Civil Rights begin to regress over 40 years.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you have to worry about what religion or 
denomination you belong too.

It is a “Sad Day” in American when the words “I can” in the word American does 
not represent “I can because I am free.”

Instead it becomes an obstacle because others continue to suppress me---
because of my race, religion, sex, ability or disability? 

It is a “Sad Day” in America when we accept mediocracy.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when we cannot accept our fellow man or fellow 
woman.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when others cannot hear or see.

It is a “Sad Day” when we can no longer show empathy.

It is a “Sad Day” when all we do is “nothing”.


The “Glorious Day” will come when we learn the history of others, walk with 
others by empathizing with others and consider ourselves  brothers and sisters 
in “One America”, one fight, one battle, one love-- until that time “it is” and “will 
be”  a “Sad Day” in America.



copyright@2006 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins 


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Shameful Morning

not sure how she got here 
only know she needs to leave

underneath the stranger 
my arm numb; asleep, 
mouth a desert.
a hundred dead cigarettes dance my tongue dry 

princess of night 
exposed by light. 
get me out of this;
another dreaded morning mess. 

bed broken
along with my will. 
I swore never again; 
the lie is half the thrill.

~JSLambert


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Bite.

Stone apples 
painted green granite
lip gloss lips to kiss them
frozen smiles bitten

Red breath
from a lover's listen
Stone apples
wondering what is missing...


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The BIble Is The Inspired Word Of God


The Bible Is The Inspired Word of God!

I heard someone say “the Bible was written by man.”
But there’s a truth I don’t think he understands.

God used man to simply be an “inspired instrument.”
This was more than some type of “experiment.”

God used many different people from various places.
He used them from both the Jewish and Gentile races!

Though the words spanned a long period of time…
They were written with all of us in mind!

It was as if God himself had taken the pen.
He spoke directly through different men.

All of the books are together with a common goal.
To bring the words of God to the common soul.

I would encourage to read the Bible for your direction.
Allow God’s words to daily be your inspiration!

Won’t you read from Genesis through Revelation?
You can learn about God’s gift of salvation!

The Bible speaks of God’s love and holiness too!
And speaks to the heart of how much HE LOVES YOU!

You can also learn about eternity in a heavenly mansion!
Your life can receive a blessed “abundant life expansion!”

Through the words of Christ, you’ll be blessed!
As you find in him a comfort and a haven of rest!

I invite you to read and apply God’s truth today!
And be transformed by what he really has to say!

By applying Biblical principles in how you’re living!
You’ll be blessed by the awesome words God is giving!

By Jim Pemberton  


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Pretty Paper Doll

You scowl in anger as I turn to go,
   Your gemstone eyes so full of jealous heat;
You do not understand, and cannot know
   The thoughts that turn my head and guide my feet.
The image which you have is incomplete,
   And so by definition soon will fall.
Your views are suffocating -- obsolete --
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

I will not bend my head or stoop down low
   To make myself a mindless slab of meat,
Or let my soul be shaken to and fro
   To lose itself and crouch beneath your seat.
Would you deny my voice to hear the bleat
   Of brainless chatter, just to watch me crawl
To bed and spread my legs beneath your sheet?
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

An ever-changing wind will come and blow
   Through Winter, Spring, and Summer, in the street;
And restless waters will forever flow,
   Their colors cool, their textures smooth and sweet;
Yet you would change the pulsing, throbbing beat
   Of Life and Love, to answer ev'ry call.
Mistakes made in the past, you would repeat --
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

Your mental boxes, always stacked and neat,
   Have packed my essence up against a wall.
Take care, my love -- this gypsy heart is fleet;
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.


Details | Narrative | |

The Poetry of Hope

Every once in a while I lose myself
But I’m glad the dreams are coming back
I feel the thrill filling me
I feel my heartbeat rising
I see redemption rising in the days ahead
I still realise once again that I’ve earned another chance to begin anew
Still glad that it’s early in life
...and I can apply the lessons I’ve learnt before I’m twenty five

Phew! Boy, my heart’s beating fast
I shall no longer look at my past
For the past is just that
...opportunities gone with the wind, never to come back
I look towards the days ahead
I spend today to dream of the future I intend
For I know now tomorrow is bound to come
Today was but a dream ten years back
Had I realised then how soon today would come
I’d already be rich riding on the wings of independence
I pledge never to make that mistake again

Today I shall live like I plan
...and not like my neighbour Mr. Wright
For I know not how much he earns to spend the way he does
Today I shall not live like the society around me
For I don’t know whether they think ahead 
...of the days that are bound to be raining with storms of emergency
I pledge to live as befits me
I plan to live today in a way that enables me to save
For now I know I was right ten years ago
But I hadn’t the courage to follow a route of my own
Now I’m determined ten years to come...
I’ll be riding on the unicorn of delight

I pay no care for what those here and there may air
I wanna be happy today in my moderate ways
Knowing all too well I’m headed where
There, in the future where my heavy dreams will float in the air
I’m no hater so for the rest of the players here
I wish all the goodwill and good wishes my subconscious can air


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You're The Weak One

YOU’RE THE WEAK ONE


You’re the weak one, you’re a bully.  The weak one is definitely
not me.

The bully is always the weak one, but your weakness you can’t
seem to see.

So, I’m going to try to shed a little light on your weak and inappropriate ways.

Your weakness began on your first bullying day.

Your false sense of power is not strength at all; it is a cry for help desperately trying to break through.

I actually feel a little sorry for you.

Weak kids like you always seek to find other kids they can dominate.

Bullies do this with vicious words, inappropriate actions, and misguided hate. 

Is being a weak bully the banner you want to carry for the rest of your life?

Get rid of the bully banner forever; take up a banner that shows respect, 
understanding, and tolerance for others, and always hold that one very high.

	Al Johnson
 


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From The Time After God's Creation


From The Time After God's Creation… From the time after God’s beautiful creation… Between man and God… Sin has caused a separation! When God looked down upon all of mankind. Fellowship with man was what he had in mind! We were all created to bring honor to his name. But sin has brought much wickedness and shame! Sin has created an enormous “moral cavity.” Mankind has reached an “immoral depravity!” Through God’s son, a way has been made. His life for yours, on Calvary, was paid! Though mankind sinned, God didn’t forget us! Jesus is here right now! He never left us! Through Christ’ blood, our lives can be cleansed! A new life in Christ is where victory begins! Won’t you come to the Lord who created you? It is no secret how much he loves you! Won’t you come? Why there’s still time? God has a purpose and a plan with you in mind! His grace and love can change you throughout! Knowing Jesus is what true life is all about! By Jim Pemberton


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Dedicated To Mr.Right...Who Ever That May Be..

we talk...
it'salways good
so much already understood
we spend time...
i like being with you
..i want something more...
more than a dream..
more than a vision..
i'm looking for more..
more than just words
more than a promise
more than a feeling..
i guess i just want...
you...


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I Exalt You My God

I Exalt You, My God! I will exalt you! My God and king! And worship your name above EVERYTHING! Forever and ever I will bless your name! Your goodness in my life, I seek to obtain. Every day I will bless your name forever. Your path of righteousness, I choose to endeavor! Great is the Lord! Your greatness is unsearchable! You rule by your word… Your divine principle… One generation will praise your works to another. And shall declare your awesome deeds together! I will speak of the honor of your majesty. Not to do so, would be a “spiritual tragedy.” Men shall speak loudly of your awesome acts. What you do, I neither question or ask. I will declare my God’s greatness each day. And will listen to the words he has to say! He rules the earth and heavens above. All of creation declares his great acts of love! Won’t you listen to God’s humble plea? Knowing how much he loves you and me? He has a purpose for me and you that is evident. And offers to all… Eternal life in a heavenly residence! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalms 145:1-6


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THE FORTRESS OF LOVE

THE FORTRESS OF LOVE


Every marriage has its bumps in the road
And they can pop up at any time.
We must learn to navigate them safely 
With fairness, faith and open mind.

No matter how far in your marriage you’ve gone
The highway of love has its rules.
The excitement of sex, trust and affection
Never tolerates self-serving fools.

They say marriages are made in heaven,
But so are tornadoes, lighting and thunder.
Cold hearts and hot heads never solve anything
They just destroy what we love by blunder.

 Boredom, frustration, irritations and anger
 Douse the spark between you and your mate.
 More of the same fails to feed love’s flame
 Till you wake up to find it’s too late

Human touch sustains the release of endorphins
For both the giver and receiver.
Never be afraid to hug your partner.
For the language of touch is a reliever.

Always remember to support your spouse
When times of dilemma arise.
The fortress of love will sustain your marriage 
If you speak less and listen more, you’re wise.

By Tom Zart













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Apollo

I never meant that much to you,
   Though from Olympus' heights you came;
Yet I gave you my mortal love,
   While you played your immortal game.

Although my heart I freely gave,
   I never meant that much to you;
You wooed me with your golden harp
   On fragrant grass 'neath skies of blue --

And when you scaled the heights once more,
   Did you think I would slowly die?
I never meant that much to you --
   So why do you now shake and sigh?

Oh, how the golden god has changed!
   Your sun-kissed hair has lost its hue;
And I have wed a mortal man --
   I never meant that much to you.


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TO SHAKESPEARE WITH ADMIRATION

He was the bard from Stratford, and as a teenager
he helped his father in his trade; he married and had children
and became the most popular and admired play writer
in all England...acting was also his other pleasurable passion.    


Curious Queen Elisabeth was one of the thousand spectators,
who came to see him in the Globe theater...she shed tears, 
and was stunned by the performance of his timeless plays,
and yet, some of his fellow-poets criticized him for his writings!


I wish I had lived in that Victorian era so intellectual and refined,
and had met him in person and had showed him my ample admiration;
I would have asked him the secret, which made him so legendary and loved...
and he would have whispered it to me, to make me revel in that revelation!     


I have read his inspiring works, and tragedies rampantly occur
from " Romeo and Juliet"...the Verona's immortal lovers, through" Hamlet "
whose insanity was undoubtedly caused by the specter of his father; 
and why didn't Shakespeare choose less dramatic plays not ending in death?


He wanted to teach us indelible lessons to show us how the human spirit
can be passionate, adamant, loveless, envious, cruel, unfair and treacherous...
to outline all kinds of guilt: from murder to envy so well-expressed with eloquence;
it's no mystery to anyone how he conjured up such plots with grief, madness and wit!    


Shakespeare was no ordinary kid, and he played with his siblings on Henley Street,
neighbors saw him trot to his grammar school, later he would make everyone weep; 
early in adolescence, did his prodigious mind envision one from a vague thought?
It's no wonder that he is widely read even today...hear his speak, he'll impart worth!  


Entered in Amy Green's contest, " Wow Me With Inspiration "


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Pretend

When I feel your warm embrace,
You won't see the tears rolling down my face,
Now you seem so far away,
Dont worry now, I wont ask you to stay.

When you left me,I felt so empty and cold,
You couldn't know how bad that felt,
Your happy now, or so I'm told,
I loved you more than life it self.

You told me you would be there,
All the way to the end,
You said you would always love me, 
But you words were just pretend.

I thought if you really loved me,
you would be right here with me,
But you had other things to do,
You had other places to be.

You were my best friend, you were my heart,
I fell in love at the beginning, right from the start.
Now all alone frightened and scared,
Did you ever love me? Did you ever really care?


Details | Free verse | |

In her Eyes

Blame was burning in her eyes,
Flames were screaming out of head,
Tongue was a piece of flash,
But heart was pumping fast.

Body was lying on a bed,
Night was cuddling with her,
Dreams were scattering fast,
But she was helpless to touch them.

How can she stop someone’s mouth?
What had she done so wrong?
Her welcoming steps were weeping,
And crying for her coming home.

Father was ill and mother was old,
Husband was drunkard and idle,
When comes late at night,
Demand’s money from her family.

She thought to kill herself,
But her little child climbed to her feet,
Her jumping fire fell into a pool of tears,
And her feelings were damped.

Suddenly her husband came home, 
And started to kicking her badly,
Her mouth starts to bleed,
And she fell down and crying with pain.

Child was only eight and watching quietly,
His father was lying on a bed,
He stabbed a knife in his chest,
Sun was arising and he was playing in dust.


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Because You Answered Yes

My head's up in the clouds
I'm walking on air
Thinking about you
Without a single care

'Cuz nothing else matters
Except for you and me
What we want to happen
And who we want to be

Am I to excited
Getting ahead of myself
I know another broken heart
Is not good for my health

I probibly need to calm down
Maybe take a rest
All these feelings happening
Because you answered yes


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Jade Hearts

Tracing Outlines on my cup of tea
I stare at him out of the corner of my cavernous coffee eyes
Sitting there reading Che, Zapata, Chavez, Castro 
Blinking, breathing, seething
                                                        Intense
                                       He’s got me hooked already
Looking at me like I’m something new, I can see
                                      We can speak without words
Mocha latte skin froths me up
Style Stirs a little bit of interest, it’s the  smile, dimples and all
That gets the engine to stop roaring and to purr
I want, to get, close, release,  Intellect steaming, smoldering against my gaze
			 What’s your Addiction?
Is it money? Is it cars? Politics?
Words spilling, sun streaming, whip pulsing
Connecting from two different worlds
I promise to reveal                real                                   
                                             Addiction  
                                             affliction of exotic tendencies  
Building castles in the air, my charming urban King, 
Fantasize with me, delicious remedies that would soothe
Jade Hearts, green and young, frozen and strong, we are the same
Baby Boy I deserve
			To be served this kind of ecstasy 
Asian dreams of china dishes crashing on the floor
Scrambling to get some more, more, more
Images fly past too sweaty to grasp
Slicked up thigh and long black hair down to middle of the back
Lips curved around hips and legs tangled with minds unfastened and, and, and 
oh Damn
I got this, I know who I am, something you will never see again
In years, lifetimes, eons, all the dimes and pennies in the world will never amount
To Priceless
If I get up and glide past 
Letting my scent, spicy, seductive, forbidden
Unbidden, he shall follow me  
Into the fire,                                    desire, baby
To get some more, more, more


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God Beautifully Created Us


God Beautifully Created Us! God beautifully created us with unique features. Because of sin, we’ve become fallen creatures. God deigned us to have fellowship with him! But that was broken, on account of SIN! God formed us out of the dust of the ground… His wonderful creation was made all around! God had a purpose and a plan in mind. He wanted to be a part of mankind. This was broken because of Adam and Eve’s fall. But through Christ… He’s made a way after all! Through Christ we have access to God’s throne. He died for us so we can make heaven our home! His gift of mercy is for all to receive! Won’t you accept him? And believe? By Jim Pemberton


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My Hope

As I say goodnight
there are tears in my eyes
I miss you already
but you’re still within my sight
I love you so much
sometimes it scares me
I hope you’re always with me,
that you’ll always love me
I do my best for you
I carry on to see your face
I live for loving you
When the pains of the week
are weighing me down
and keeping me low
Your love and care
raise my spirits
as I have you
and it gives me hope again


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Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


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Four-Play

Four corners.
Stands, four players. 
Quarrels of foul cries, collided.
Facing each nemesis into quadrants, divided. 

Individuals motivated by objectives.
Devising plans, careful detectives. 
Goal to achieve the highest rank, careful steps--discriminate.
Going by the hit-list, tunnel vision, hindrances must eliminate. 

Scoping intensely, measuring opponents, methodical evaluation. 
Staying alert, mind assessment, sedulous investigation. 
Shrill of the first struck, the red bullet--bounces. 
Instant reflex, ricochet the shot, violence--denounces. 

The King may bend the rules, charges swift modification. 
The Pawns are summoned, critical prosecution. 
The Bishop prays for the suspects, classified praises, flattery denunciation. 
The Queen cradles a heart, each beat rebounds, battery probation.


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Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


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Playground

Kids go down
The slide…they head toward the swings
TIME TO SCREAM!

Free time ends
Their parents want to go home
Frowns exchange 


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Shoe Fetish

                                                              My Fetish. I adore you.
                                                            Wedges.             Pumps.
                                                          Stilettoes.             Brown.
                                                        Baby Blue.              Black.
                                                      Red. Pink are            all so
                                                    beautiful. You             make me
                                                  feel like a lady.             Nikes.
                                                Timberlands. A               pair of
                                             killer boots. Match             with a 
                                           fedora or a fresh to             death
                                         leather coat. Uggs,               Steven
                                       DSW, oh my how I am            grateful
                                      for you. Loafers. Buckles.         Straps.
                                   Peek a boo toes. Strapbacks.       ON SALE.
                                Played dress up with my mom's      and the
                             love affair began. Leopard. Bows.       Fashion.
                          Class. With leggings. Jeans. Skirts.        Suits.
                       Bikini underwear with a special Boo.         Bags
                    the same color, high heels assists with        what
                 some say is my sex appeal. Pretty details       draw
            attention from all ages and genders. A little         girl's
       obssession grown into a woman. Closet packed         sparkling
  eyes, legs dancing, carrying me into the next life           lesson.
I give you tribute and pay homage to you. I love              you shoes.


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I love

I love your soft kisses.I love firm but gentle touch.  I love the way you bite your lip.I love you soooooo much.
 I love the way you look at me.I love the way you smile.  I love the way you're shy sometimes,Every once and a while.
 I love it when you look at me, When I'm not looking at you.  You think I do not realize it, But really...I do.
 I love the way you cuddle. I love the way you sleep.  I love how you bite your lip when something turns you on. I love the way you rub your neck,when you are thinking so deep.
I love all of you,Your nose, your lips, your hair, even your smelly feet.  I love how you drink Dr Pepper. Morning noon and night.  I love how if someone puts me down your always there first one there ready to fight.  I will never stop loving you. You are so amazingly sweet.
 I love that I love you.I have loved you from the very start.  I LOVE ALL OF YOU,You alone hold the key to my heart.


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Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved


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Healing Words

My mother, my grandmother before has always held a place in my heart.
My father, and my grandfather before has the same part.
I was young and very active with unwillingness to listen fully to what they had to say.
I had a problem, never could be solved without my parents and grandparents till today.
With patience they all come to my aid when I fall on my face.
With little dishonor I listen to them and what they had to say, I embrace.
Over the years I go to them with no doubt a feeling of no dismay.
Over the years I go to them and they help me solve problems that to me is O.K.
Now I am getting a bit more aware of what had happen to me when I was growing.
Now I remember how the ride was in my beginning: it was a trial of not knowing.
With the guided words of my parents and grandparents I survive through them all.
With it some being a problem that I remember I recall.
My mother and my grandmother always said to be patient and it will be easy to solve.
My father and my grandfather always knew that I would grow and evolve.
I could wonder everyday what if my parents and grandparents was not in my life.
I could just think that would be fatal like a stab with a knife.
With knowledge that they had past on to me of what they had experience.
With their proof of teachings they had past on to me is their self existence.
Over the years I grew with life so full of happiness that was because of my families love.
Over the years it showed me the path that led me to all the above.
Now cherish those words that help me through my troubles in my new family.
Now I listen to my parents healing words of wisdom and except them gladly.


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ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


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Oral sex, much?


 
Separate Fate scratching Chance so that it may be secure.

Offerings Pile up, Circumstances of Dismantled monotony and softly licking dance.

Undiminished cheekbones flushed with Hope,

Slide up and Down,

Autoerotic, Hanging me,  with vivid--tight nerves, Chaining throat to soul.

As an oddly subtle sound escapes my Lips…

One of those Godly Utterances that a conscious tongue Ignores. 

Like An Awakened Coma, screamed, in Paralyzing yearn.

 The air is Quiet, lonesome fingers tangled in heat.

An Eye Tilted, A Pierce of Angels, Coiled green and Thick.

Warm hands harvesting Ankles bruised by cold rain only hours before,

It is the Gentlest of comforts and For some reason, Struck hard and deep

 into my mind.

“Forever is Easy”
                                     I Say.

As softly, Fevered and Wanton,

He is stuns the Dust of this House into Noise

-thend-



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a come down world view from on high

some-tin-can-tan-man 
playing in the sand
with paper tigers
  a bear with many tentacles
red everywhere
	in the skies
  clouds streaming down
hispeed downsload online power lines
  pavement-red trees ripe for slicing
 and many motored mobiles moving
i see these incessant seas of disease
in roving throes of twos and threes
  drunken eyes of manned machines
madness is sporadic maelstroms
tornadic hail storms whispering
lightning peals
of eclectic ills
the meek willed and weak be killed
the party's all in pink
its all happening
   its happening now
this Eden scene reality
happy masses spending spree
breeds palmistry lost honesty
espirit de corps in manistry
    the trenchmouth of a diarrhetic mind
the media of waste and waists
 culture crowd
   cry crass and proud
 there is nothing reprobate
WE are all there is to hate
we've lost our sense in satin sets of
  scents and sins in suddenness

                     now is the beginning of then
	love is the beginning of fears
	time is the beginning of when
	hate is the start of smears

i am forever tears
  and woodwind promises
singing softly
sighing what seaweed sees
screaming as seaweed streams
	strings of steaming
  arty-choked minds
  and children dreaming
      brain washed carbon cycles
	power washed spirochetes
   imminent demise by sunrise
Media theatrics of medium minds
  like mediums find
  gallows galvanizing
Gallup Polls as Mesmer  rising

truth is news
but the news aint truth
and that aint news
but it is the truth

 rude uncouth pursueth youth
	to chase the shadows backward
progressive eye
 see no wrong
shame is yet a choice
    silence none
          let us sing
but only in one voice
our world's a stage
of  gilded age
 	a rounded cage of ageless rage
    	and HIStory is a sexist word
a reckless neckless Texas word
   afraid of path ahead of us
afraid of rain bloodstained with rust
      afraid of pain for there is gain
enflamed estranged defamed with trust
   be shamed be shamed be shamed
we must
i'll work me up 
till i explode
a goldenrod that never glowed
a farmer whom has never sowed
i'll toe a line hence never toed
in dirt the truth is never soiled
in earth its known and never spoiled
in trees with leaves it breathes unseen
the breezes that will never leave us
if Jesus pleases may it seize us
all consuming never leave us
please O God may it never leave us
and only then
can it free us


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Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration

To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation

Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation

And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all  in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
 
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand

One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps

Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along

Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother

With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along

Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed





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If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


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Roots

A man's heart
is the Roots
of his family tree.


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Our Country's Soul Is Being Torn Apart


Our Country’s Soul Is Being “Torn Apart”

The very soul of America is being “torn apart.”
It’s a problem that’s striking at our very heart.

There’s a “blowing wind.”  A “time for change.”
As the country’s moral fabric is being “rearranged.”

As many question what the true meaning of life is for…
Many don’t seem to know what’s wrong or right anymore!

As so much pornography is allowed into our homes…
The moral decay is “eating” right at “the bones.”

Many have a hard time “defining what marriage is.”
So many are really “messed up” in how they live!

The news seems to be “fascinated” by man’s depravity…
Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous “moral cavity.”

Many who attend church want what’s
 “soothing to their ears.”
A God of holiness and righteousness
 is what they “fear!”

As we look around as to what our society is becoming…
God’s judgement is soon!  It is surely coming!

We must come back and leave all of our “false idols!”
We must come back to the God of the Bible!

Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds!
It’s only in him can we find true love for our minds!

It’s only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning!
It’s only in him that we need to put our
 trust and start believing!

He is and always will be the right choice to be taken…
Without him, our country’s is “doomed and forsaken.”

He brings healing and righteousness
“beneath his wings…
He is what we truly need!  
He is our EVERYTHING!

By Jim Pemberton


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A Slavery Mentality

Believe in what I am told or what I see 
This war is bitter and I aspire to be free 
Free from these shackles and discrimination 
Free from selective elimination 
We call our children mistakes so we can free ourselves of responsibility 
And our babies are dying in the streets while we accept no liability 
Governed by aggression it’s said that only the strong survive 
But instead of showing strength we only know hostility 
Creating a place where these demons thrive 
A Child’s innocence is used for selfish gain 
So mommy can get high and feel no pain 
A child that knows no love has no true perception of reality 
And the system has no love our children are lost on technicality 
Now your babies will have babies searching for the love that they lack 
They should have had love unconditional 
But instead they turn to crack 
Because their family has made it traditional 
There is nothing like the cries of a neglected child 
Mommy is too high to provide 
Taught too young to hold it all inside 
Poison their minds with dirty little secrets they are forced to hide 
Teach them to look for nothing and that’s all you will find 
Because that is all that’s left inside 
Fill their minds with worldly possessions 
Take what you can get despite the moral transgression 
Take Godout of our schools because money is the new respect 
Craving only negative attention 
Because of the love they now reject 
First born to poverty and aware before their time 
Unable to provide life’s necessities 
They are pushed towards drug sales and crime 
Society will blame this transgression on lack of affection 
But really they are affected by lack of direction 
No money to feed the hungry and poor 
Our inspiration is music, TV, drugs, guns and war 
Poor because they have been dominated and oppressed 
Push us too regress 
Give to those who already have by taking from those who have less 
The only way to survive is to murder, hustle and deceive 
There is a better way of life 
But not a better way to make them believe 
A better way to teach us to accept this fate is what they crave 
A better way to give us the mentality of a slave 
Their methods of birth control created to control the minority 
We are now the majority 
They are scared to death we have become the priority 
Our people born of whips and chains and still left unbroken 
Fed our children’s sorrows from which we choke 
there are still too many truths left unspoken


Details | Couplet | |

The Shade Of A Swizzle Stick

The shade of a swizzle stick
Clank to a glass
Stirring of wet stuff
Cooling of gas

Pleasure from drinking
Washing it 'round
Gushing then gobbling
Drooling it down

Clunk; there's an ice cube
Frosted in vision
Sunken till risen
Expanding with fission

Spinning the cherry
In circles that narrow
Mulching the flavours
Till bones fill with marrow

Blending the colours
In one seemly manner
Tasting the sword
Through lips you have gored

Stabbing the olive
With one splintered pick
Tasting the olive
In one bite that's quick

Laying the napkin
Aside of the glass
The glass starts to dribble
The waitress walks past


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Three Inch Cliches

The Soul is the Beautiful Light of Love
Shining like the sun through the 
NO
As the reader, I’m going to have to cut you off there.
Here’s a metaphor for you…
Reading is ****ing.
And your words hit our auditory canals
Like a hotdog down a hallway.
As an experienced reader, I’m after 
The virgin vernacular 
The aphrodisiac aphorism
You know- the big… black words
You feel me?
Because a line is a flashlight, exposing the world’s nudity-
And we’ll never get anywhere shining it in the same spot.
So kiss me with classy couplets
Smack my assonance!
Bring me to the climax-
And we’ll share a smoke together,
Warm beside the fire of your Three Inch Clichés.


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Welcome To Grandparents Day

We would like to welcome you,
To our celebration created just for the people who,
Are significant members of our family tree.
We love you indeed.
You’ve guided us to achieve many goals.
We want to be like you.
Grandma and grandpa we hold you dear to our hearts,
And even when you’re gone we’ll carry your legacy,
On to our future members of the family tree.
Today we want you to view,
What we hold in our hearts oh so true.
We welcome and value you,
So sit back relax and enjoy the program
Designed for you involving your grand boys and girls.
Grandparents you make our world go round,
And we hope that you enjoy our gracious sounds.


Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


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I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


Details | Rhyme | |

Serving A Great Church Or A Great God

Serving a Great Church? Or a Great God? There’s a church nearby I was invited to come to… I was told; “this is a great church!” It’s really cool!” “We have a great pastor that preaches a great sermon!” “We have great people too..” “This is most certain!” “You’re invited to a service that is really great.” “It last one hour so make sure you’re not late.” “You’ll find a great service in just one hour!” “You’ll have a great time.” “And will feel God’s power.” “The worship is great too!” “The music will stir your soul!” “Getting more people into our building is our goal!” I thought; “In this great church, is something missing?” In this “greatness…” What kind of life are we giving? What does scripture say about Christ’ body’s purpose and meaning? Are we focused on God? Or what gives us a “good feeling?” Holiness and repentance must be our daily goal and passion… Being sold out to Christ may seem “old fashioned.” I’d rather have Jesus than the “greatness of a church” any day. I’ll love and worship HIM… No matter that others say! May we all return to our first love... Jesus must be our lord! It’s in heaven where we need to have our treasures stored! I seek the greatness of our God! And I worship his mighty name! With him in church..… Things will never be the same! By Jim Pemberton 12/01/11


Details | Acrostic | |

T H E S E C R E T

Though I did not want anyone to know

Helping people is what I try to do so I can grow

Even when it is tough I realize I help people not for show


Self involvement is a must a way to make things make sense

Eager to do things I become sometimes dense

Caring about the things I love is what really can help my choice

Revealing my secret to you I will keep my poise

Even when the time comes I will not be spoiled because of my heart

The secret to doing things is make it a great memory so it will not part


Details | Romanticism | |

Haunted Dream

Food and wine, at it's cocktail's best
classical sound been heard, anyone could rest, 
men in tuxedos, woman in their best gowns
talking at civil manners, with smiles, enjoying the party, 
small laughs and whispers, elite people usually do this, really.

Then you came and pulled me
to a hidden garden of the party's place, you grab and drag me, 
a secluded place, enough for us to hide and stay
and from there, suddenly you appeared naked as we lay.

I sensed your hands irresistibly shaking, 
pulling off my small piece of cloth there, and I know I am waiting, 
kisses been done, hurrying and scrutinizing
as we exchange our touches, oh, so intensely burning! 

Whispers I heard from your lips as you stare
can't remember the words but you seem to dare, 
how you want me badly, heavy breath I sensed
which made me long for each move you gave and made...! 

I traced your bare back, felt your skin
I felt your weight, too close, too near, 
squeezing me so tight, though your hands gently guide
harsh but not hurting me, as you managed to slide and glide...

Hmn...every move you made, turned me into heat
I uttered, "Hon, not here, please..." though I want it too, I admit, 
and I can't deny the feeling, pulled you into my deep
surrendering my soul, which brought me moan with bliss! 

In my dream, you're so near, too close, you're so real
Don't want it to end, I wish not to wake up, what's this? 
I cuddled my pillow, then began to weep
Why it isn't real but a dream, too much to keep? 

Ahhh... I wish to be with you, to be near you now
fulfill my dream, make it real, feel you real, 
and this makes me miss you more than ever
haunting these dream again and again to feel you than never! 

Inner Whispers


Details | Epithalamium | |

A Magnificent Moment

A five tiered chocolate cake with stars and fontain
cascading rose petals and bottles of champagne
her princess lined gown laced with a metallic accent
embellished with satin rhinestones much to her content

Heavenly white bows at the end every pew,
such breathtaking moment from a spectacular ocean view
A twenty foot high ceiling with crystal chandeliers
Soft sensual music whispers in the air

She took her grand march down the petal marked aisle
At the end of the runner her husband with a smile
Subdued by her beauty the room went still
A fairytale wedding she was about to fulfill

Upon her finger he place a gorgeous ring,
and vowed his love for her as never-ending
Elated inside as tears lined her eyes
Deep in her stomach were butterflies

A union made between a husband and wife
An everlasting promise to a happy life
Along the ground was a silky white trail
Her piercing green eyes he slowly unveiled

Upon her lips he placed a kiss
A moment filled with beauty and bliss
The wedding part began to swoon
A joyful bond in the month of June





Details | Rhyme | |

A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

I Woke Up This Morning With A Mission On My Mind

I Woke Up With A Mission On My Mind… I woke up this morning with a mission on my mind. I wanted to tell others of Jesus! It was about time! There were so much scripture I began to ponder. My love for Christ grew down here and “up yonder!” When I needed some help. And needed it the most. Christ saved and filled me with the Holy Ghost! The excitement I had for Jesus began to brew. I wanted others to know this one that I knew! Others from church just couldn’t help to explain it! My love for Jesus... It’s hard to contain it! I pray that others will share of God’s life eternal. It’s my wish for their name to be in heaven’s journal! I pray that God will use the words that are spoken. To minster to the needy, bruised and the broken! Lord… Help me not to be ashamed of your GOOD NEWS! May there be a shout of victory beyond the church pews! A mission for Jesus... God has stirred in my soul! To be his example… Wherever I go! May the banner of the cross be lifted above… As an example of Christ sacrifice from his heart of love! A testimony of God’s goodness is a joy to share! Spreading his glad tidings to people everywhere! A mission for Jesus is what he’s already given! So others may know of a brand new way of livin’! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

The Country District Nurse

The Country District Nurse

If you listened to the gossip down the street or at the mall,
That someone had been hurt, or had a fall,
You could bet your boots that she was there
With her navy blue bag, and her hat on her hair
Right up the front with those who did care,
Giving attention, and helpful to all. 
 
She had to get her facts right so she could tell it true 
How it happened, what was where, and who was who.
Opening her pad she’d begin to write
Of all she had heard and saw at the site
She had to make sure that she recorded it right 
For it could mean a lot to you.
 
She retired; the government said the service now not needed,
But it did not stop her giving to her district, for she heeded
Their calls, when the doctor was far away
In the city, at the clinic every day’,
He personally paid his Nurse to stay
To continue the service, unimpeded. 
 
When she got older and with fading sight
She did not stop caring to turn wrong into right
Whether around the corner or across the park 
She knew which dog was worse than its bark,
And if you weren’t home until well after dark,
She would keep her light burning all night.

Her happy cheerful nature is no longer seen in town
When they seek her for advice, she can’t be found. 
Her memory remains with the children, now grown,
As if they snuffle along with a cough and a groan,
With no nursing service like the one they had known,
They drive to the clinic; city bound.   
© 


Details | Acrostic | |

Poetry Soup Bowl

<                                    Pallets  profusely pulsating
                                      Over organic originals
                                      Emotions enormously emerge
                                      Through trident times
                                      Relic  rejoice recant
                                      Yes yearn yourself

                                      Solid structure's sanction
                                      Open  optional opinions
                                      Understudy understand unity's
                                      Poetry's passionate's pulse

                                      
                                      Because beauty bestows
                                      Over oversights objection
                                      Widespread whispers wanted
                                      Leaving lasting longevity


Entry For
Adeleke Adeite's
Acrostic 
Poetic Picture Of Poetry Soup
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

fearful, fearless


i’m scared.
scared of odd little things:
glass doors,
windows,
leading to the outside world.
paranoia of unexpected guests,
curled under cupboards, and strangers stabbing on sidewalks.
i’m alone in my dark fantasies.

and yet, i’m unafraid.
i crave the reckless life, cheating, binging on drugs and sex and life.
the life where i’m the unknown girl that everyone knows.


Details | Couplet | |

A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                             
                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark


                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back


                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate



Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All
                                     

                                     
                                            
                             


Details | Light Poetry | |

' More Than Any Of Us ... '

Braver … Than All The Mighty Lions Can Roar
Braver … Than All The Spirited-Wings, That Soar
Braver … Than All The Explorers, Who Explored     ( Philippians 2: 7, 8 )
Braver … Than All Or Any Of Us … Is The Lord

Truer … Than Those Who Faced Beasts, Who Devoured
Truer … Than Any Martyr, Who Has Been Whipped & Scoured
Truer … Than Any, Who Have Faced Hate & Been Scarred
Truer … Than Any Creature Ever, Is The Lord

The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Soldier
The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Warrior
The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Army Corp
The Freedom Fighter … Problem-Solver & So Much More

The Leader … More Than Julius Caesar
The Leader … More Than The Great Alexander
The Leader … More Than Queen Elizabeth-Tudor
The Leader … More Than Eisenhower Or Any Super-Power

The Conqueror … He Is Unbeatable, Undefeatable
The Conqueror … He Is Undeniable, Undefiable
The Conqueror … He Is Invincible, Indefensible
The Conqueror … He Is Unstoppable, Unswervable

Stronger … Than Any Petrified, Nailed Board !
Stronger … Than Any Bound & Thorn Whip-Cord !
Stronger … Than Any Guard, Or Tombstone Hard !
Stronger … Than Any Bloodied, Spear Or Drawn Sword !

(He’s Stronger Than Any Bullet Or Bomb Can Explode!)

So, Look Higher … Than Any Arch Cathedral
Look Higher … Than Any Gold-Domed Temple
Look Higher … Than Any Religious Symbol
Look Higher … Than Any Cosmic Or Man-Made Idol

The One Messiah, The Worthy One, Paid What We Can’t Afford
The One Messiah, The Worthy One, His Blood & Soul Outpoured
The One Messiah, The Worthy One, The Christ, Who Restored
It’s All On Record, GOD Gave His Word, GOD Gave, The Lord

Braver … Than All The Lions & Beasts, That May Roar                             ( Rev. 13: 11-15 )
Truer … Than All The Saints & Self-Made Saviors Or Survivors
Stronger … Than Any Enemy, Higher Than Our Hearts, For Love Is His Core
The Freedom-Fighter, Leader-Conqueror, Who Will Win The Final-War       ( Rev. 16: 14-16 ) 

(Braver … Than Any Human Being, Ever Born)

    GOD … Please Grant Us:
     The Courage Of Jesus
     The Strength Of Jesus
       The Loyalty Of Jesus
        The Love Of Jesus

          The King Of Kings               ( Rev. 19: 16 )
         The Prince Of Peace             ( Isa. 9: 6, 7 )
             & The Amen …                 ( 1 Cor. 1: 20  &  Rev. 3: 14 )
That’s Why … In The Name Of Jesus  ( Philippians 2: 9-11 )

                 Amen

            His  MoonBee


Details | Rhyme | |

DARE TO INSPIRE

My dreams and desires
Are to write to inspire
I have so much to give 
That is my reason to live
Peace always invades my spirit
I’m so glad my soul welcomes it
My compass to my life is lost
I cannot navigate the way home so pen pays the cost
I will always write to find my way
To my God I pray
As the realization dawned on me
When my pen flows I’m free
I can be anybody I want to be
So many of us have to settle for a life of deception 
I shall soar beyond this world's limitations
In all things, follow your heart
In life be careful how you walk and talk
Think it, believe it
Don’t hold back do it
Let your dream grow
Please let God take control











Details | Haiku | |

choice color

choice color, artist! the rainbow chose me...


Details | Free verse | |

I'll Take The Tall, Dark and Handsome, Oh, I Mean Coffee, To

She looked shyly at him from behind her menu
His eyes were a baby blue that sent chills
Through her whole body; she could melt right here 
And have that waitress he’s talking to mop her up
Typical Barbie doll type with an pretentiously
Effervescent personality that makes you want to 
Roll your eyes and scoff--The environment they 
Were in was a hustle and bustle type of place 
Where time waits for no man...as soon as people
Were done eating, they were cleared out and 
Another party was ushered in

“It is essential to business that you eat,
Order and then leave.” The Barbie Doll waitress’ 
Nasal twang only served as a catalyst for 
Her frustration--She kept peering over her 
Menu at the Adonis that kept her enraptured
“Well Honey, what’s it gonna be?”
Barbie’s voice oozed of impatience
Not taking her eyes off The Gorgeous One,
She replied softly, “I need more time.”
Barbie’s demeanor escalated from 
Impatience to hysterical--“More time! 
Honey, you gotta order, or you gotta go!” 
As the hand went to the waist
And the hip thrusted out.

Now she had enough of this witch and her
Attitude---Why couldn’t she just go somewhere
Nice to eat and be able to enjoy the view?
“No, I don’t gotta go---You do! She exclaimed
As she stood up, knocking her bag to the floor; 
Menu flailing back and forth
You are SO nasty, why would I want to eat
Here? You probably SPIT in the food!”
The waitress stood back, aghast
What evolved next was most of the patrons
Getting up and leaving; unpaid checks and
Half-eaten plates the fallout of this outburst
The owner, who tried to assure people there was
No saliva in the food, bellowed for the waitress
To get into his office while the rest of the staff
Scurried around trying to recover from the 
Losses they incurred

As she took a deep breath, picked up her
Bag and her dignity, The Gorgeous One 
Came from behind, put his arm around her
And smiled
“That was the greatest thing I ever saw,
He said as his eyes shone intensely on her
What’s your number?” And she felt like a
Rocket flying to the Moon
Elation to go.........with a side order of
Breathless


Details | Rhyme | |

I RACE TO WIN

Every time I lace up my tennis shoes
I’m always ready I don’t know about you
We can't win all the time; but we can win some of the time
Hope holds great promise, your opportunities unknown,
But God is always helping, and you're never alone.
Trust could be very thin
But, with trust, let it begin
As I look into the mirror, my eyes, my life look empty
You want excuses for such words, don't worry I've got plenty
Complaining has got me no where and I'm on my way to nothing
I know that I can do it, I can live and become something
Failure is definitely nothing I fear
I know that my focus keeps success far from here
The opposition all around me will not get in my way
I know that circumstances, people, and things that I need
Will come to me as I focus at an disturbing rate of speed
To exceed in the test
Leave to God the rest
I heard it in my spirit to do not give up and do not stop;
All I wanted was to be the one at the top.
Keep the pace, life goes by fast
So do not stop pushing forward complete your task







Details | Quatrain | |

Hats Off To You {Vignette}

heart flutters bearing the news
appointed poet laureate
bows comrades honoring name
gift gabble raising thy brows
expectations of nil
inspirations for others






Tribute To Poetry

And To All The Wonderful Poets
Here In The Soup Bowl
I Bow To Each

Also Entry For
Brian Strand's 
Poet Laureate Contest
GL All


Details | I do not know? | |

The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow


Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.


My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.


Details | Rhyme | |

YOUR TOUCH

The sky was dark and moon was high.
Full of so much passion, all alone just her and I.
Looking good enough to eat, 
A treat for the eyes, from her head to her feet.
Do not judge by looks alone,
It’s what’s inside deep to the bone.
The pure and undeniable ecstasy.
I love it when she asked, “are you ready?”
Driven by restrained desire,
I’m hot my whole body is on fire.
We exist in a world where the fear of illusion is real.
We cling to the past to deny and confuse the ideal.
Her looks are but a mere deception.
A cover to hide her true intentions.
Touch me, want me,
Make me see this is the place,
My heart dreams to be.
Your hands are so gentle and soothing, 
I love the way you explore my body, 
Touching my face, with so much grace, 
And its at your pace that leaves no trace.
Only your touch,
Which means so much.


Details | Rhyme | |

Sshh! Chef's Busy in the Kitchen Making His Seafood Bisque.

Chef 's Winter dishes are simply delicious, not too much oil or cream.

Rich or plain,  taste tested to perfection, tiny portions sometimes steamed

He starts  the day with freshly squeezed orange juice,coffee and toast.

And embarks on a fitness journey along the seaside in Adelaide.

Today he is going to create a seafood bisque inspired by his walk.

This morning whilst  walking along the beach he noticed the outgoing

Tide and outlet  left a long groove with  definite honeycombe indentations

snaking parallel to the shore for a distance near a giant swirly starfish.

From an aerial perspective it looked  like a Christo dragon , hardened ripples

representing the scales and the sometimes swirling patterns here and there

where the giant Sea-dragon moved, slithered or shifted about in the sand .

The Sea-Dragon must have laid there for some time before he disappeared 

as his scales were deeply impressed and clearly embossed in the firm sand. 

A clear body of water flowed  in the center of this outlet echoing the scales

shimmering and gleaming with sunlight smoothly on the groove's surface.
 
Upon seeing this ,Chef etched it  in his memory and began to mentally gather 

ingredients for his creation.How could he give his bisque the dragon flavour?

Grilling the whiting, prawns and scallops  with butter  laced with honey , chilli,
cardamon + crushed nuts , garlic, a dash of brandy....... 
 
then adding chicken stock , lime , thyme ,cracked pepper , rock sea salt and 
finally pureeing the lot with a splash of coconut milk.




Details | Verse | |

Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Face of Foul

July 30th 2010

Face of Foul

Clever thy is or thy once was?
On a clear day, I did indeed pray.
So then, the clouds flew over me.
After many adjustments came doves.
Then feathers tumbled as they fray.
Thus, a backstroke of a quill is a key.

Far far away in a land farthest from thou:
I cover fields of flesh mind body and soul.
And not one sole an error in face of foul.
I have sown them all together as a whole.

Let you be known: I have put my foot down upon your Mighty Head!
Let ye also be known that I do sleep in a Queen, not King sized bed.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010


Details | Prose Poetry | |

YOU ARE THE ONE

                     Be the best you ,you can be...even if you have stereotypical strikes against you. Use the back door, dressed in khaki not Gucci, armed with knowledge and the courage to know that you be the best ,at whatever you do. And let it be proved, no one can perfect on being you. Make sure what ever you do ,you do so well that once you are gone. you'll still be remembered;   Remembered for the improvements,and not destruction. King wanted not to be martyred, as he wanted to prove:  As I have done you can also do:There's no difference between you and I; So do as I have done and even more he would say, prepare your self with education and the knowledge thereof.

. Stand on passion and be guided by LOVE. Passion and self determination is the lamp at our feet. Even if you cannot afford a college degree, Grab a book from the library and read, be you self taught or guided by ancestors voices. Its all in a book, the ancestors still care.  The way has been paved and the motivation is there. Some made it through on wisdom and prayer. He did not die for us to praise him, he wanted to be an example and his example was ample; To show that just an ordinary man...could leave a legacy and a dream. That all men are created equal ..SO do even more than I have done he would say Because he has already opened up doors and paved the way..  Let us not run backwards ,forward we tread. His dream is alive and his memory not dead. Stop looking for A leader and become one instead,by his courageous spirit, let us each be led...Billions are looking around for a King, put on your gloves and get in the ring.You are chosen by the mighty....Yes you are the one...each of you have a Job to do. Be the best you,you can be. And lets get this done.!                         YOU ARE THE ONE!


Details | Lyric | |

Just Be

Society, community, society, community.
You can leave now and let me be.
I will swim free, free in your sea. 
Your sea? your sea, polluted now, Oh you will never see.
Broken hearts, bodies too, beloved inner child, I love you.
Purity.
Alone.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
I know now that this is all I need.
To be. To be. That is all, just Be.
Burn your toys, television too, kill the car, the radio..... 
MOooooooo.
Unleash, unravel, these boys, disentangle, unblock, reset there mind, please sir,
could you be so kind?
Simplicity, Simplicity, simplicity.
Eye's clenched shut.
Now I know, Alone in my hut, not long to go, you will be free.
Free. free. free.
Buy the car, buy the house, buy the cow, consume, consume, but how?
Now!
Now, now, you tell me are you happy? for ever and art thou.
Ah ha, you see, you see.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
That is all I need, I choose now, my self is free?
Yes, yes, yes sir, me?
Free to sit, sit and just be.
Me? Free? free to swim in this endless blue sea?
I will just sit, sit right here, against this healing earth, oh so very near.
My mind is liquid, free to birth.
Just be. Just Be. Just Be.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.





Details | Free verse | |

Skin Deep

If I could dream
for anything
I would dream of Peace, Love
and Unity
for all Bloods & Crips
all gangs, are in need of a change
for you represent such ignorance
and scrutiny 
Difference in colors worn
Sides in which you were born
are truly all that divides
when the two opposing sides
collide
and it makes no sense
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside
And a future generation
is hard to provide
when death, is like your shadow
creepin' up by your side
and drive-by shootings happen
each late night, outside
where running seems the only option
to know
for no places to hide
no defense for your demise
for a difference in colors worn
and what side in which you were born
is truly all that divides
when these two sides collide
and it makes no sense to me
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside


Details | Sonnet | |

What's Cooking Good Looking

with muse in hand
a romantic longing is the plan
dinner at eight
I hope he won't be late

sherry filled to the rim
soft music for us to spin
candles on the mantel
slight ring of dinner bell

waft of curry stuffed chops
and potatoes creamy and hot
buttermilk biscuits on the side
and dessert for which he decides

this is how mom said to get to a mans heart
with a romantic dinner from the very start



Tribute To Romance
{MIO}


Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
A Romantic Longing Contest

GL All


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Learning

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Entry For Nancy Jones
7 tile Scrabble Contest 
G.L. All


Details | Ballad | |

Give Me a Shot

As soon as I walk in, 
you walk right up to me;
And I know what I want, 
but you ask me what I need.
I know you're just doin' your job, 
and I'm just doin' mine,
but I cannot help but wonder if you're open, come closin' time.

There aren't many people, 
with whom, I get along;
And there are even fewer, 
for whom, I'll write a song,
but you like to hear me sing, 
and I like to watch you pour.
I wonder if there's something that we both would like much more.

Hey, bartender.  Would you wait on me?
I guess I'll just have to wait and see. 		
But I don't care if it's last call or not - 
Hey, bartender.  Would you give me a shot?

Let's make a toast:  To making the most of most.
Let us not look to see.  What will be, will be.

So, when you close out my tab,
and I ask for one more thing;
And say, "Could you call me - a cab?" 
'Stead of "Call me in the morning."
'Cause I don't wanna go too far, 
but I don't wanna go without; 
So, if I am where you are, 
please, bartender, don't close me out.


Details | Ballad | |

CONQUERING DIVISIONS

I am not made a full blown beauty..
Nor I live a life of purity; charity & piety..
All I like to do is to live with identity..
Not of being a witty but a life of humility..

I tried to be a more social person..
Cracking out the shell I have put up..
Breaking from my own weakness..
Doing best in my found strengths..

I have craved to reach out to people..
Widening my horizon, increasing my knowledge and awareness..
Learning to acknowledge fellow human beings..
Regardless of who they are and where they from..

They said: "I must not do this as it is dangerous.."
but I stand to what I know: "Inside all human beings is the reflection of God.."
I give due and equal chance..
As my God have freely given me opportunities too..

We people are living in same earth..
Different are we because of status, faith or race..
Let not this be the reason for us to be divided..
Rather we must come in unison conquering divisions..

By: olive_eloi
22/10/2013
1:16am


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Your Presence

Your presence I feel oh so near, it help me to relieve 
some of my fears of all my everyday cares, I feel your
presence eveywhere.  Whenever I walk down the street,
I can feel the patter of your feet.  I can feel you walking
next to me telling tales of what I mean to you and thinking
about all the things we used to do.

Your presence is so close, it's as if I can smell your fragrance
right under my nose.  I am thinking of your smiling face all
next to mines, telling me how you will love me until the
end of time.  Your presence is oh so strong and as I travel
throughout this day it lingers on.  When I decide to stop and
dine, it's as though I feel your hand right next to mines.  

When I sat down to eat, I can see your eyes staring into
mines, and you sitting there sipping on some wine.
Your presence means so much to me and this is the
way I want it to always be, me feeling you and you
feeling me until forever and eternity.


Details | Free verse | |

Loneliness

It is alone in a field devoid of comforting color.
Surrounded by a sea of incongruous behavior 
choking life from sparse recollection.

Alone as to confirm existence beyond 
the confines of natures ability to balance.

Rooted deeply,
resembles, nutrient poor soil failing to sustain;
panged by malnourishment of 
interaction.

Alone destined to wither and finally, to succumb.
The only survivor, incongruous behavior. 
Loneliness, alone, ever alone.


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Verse | |

A Theme of God

Human World has Natural growth,
Sun grows and contributes rays,
Heat touches to all to feel,
Sun sets and stars appears,
Moon shines and produces dream,
A tired nature enjoys sleep,
And plans for further growth.
Birds they eat,
Animal they eat,
Trees they eat,
Human they eat,
To maintain their energy,
A system is lingering on over the centuries.
Flood, earthquake, cyclones, tornadoes,
Altered the natural growth,
A question is still questioning,
Who is the architecture of the nature?
Who produced so variety of languages and colours?
One after one human claimed them a messenger,
Identification of God committed its worship,
Messengers were born in different languages and different communities,
When Monarch was fencing the barriers,
And seeded the discrimination.
And misinterpreted the deeds,
To devalued the moral virtues.
A different message of God,
In a different mind of a human,
A creative role is of human distinctions.
Fanaticism seems childish,
The bureaucracy of terrorists,
To kill innocents to proof their God’s Mercy.
Forgiveness for slavery,
And donation for poors,
To establish a theme of God,
God is one; we all are sisters and brothers,
Breed, Colour and language,
A distinctive growth is natural.
But human belief,
A worshipper of innocent killings. 
Killers believe that God will reward them,
Heaven, Where they shall enjoy fairies.
Natural process grows and dies itself,
A power balanced them all,
We are the factors only.


Details | Senryu | |

No Isolated Cell Please

Jerry Sandusky
will serve well as a boy-toy
for a prison gang

An eye for an eye...
He'll receive rather than give
the next thirty years

Ninety-eight years old
when his wrinkled ass gets out
Bet it will be sore...

***Any parent or would be parent who does not know who this man is would do well to look him up on the internet or just watch the news...


Details | Rhyme | |

My Brother Needed Prayer

My brother came to me, desperate for prayer! Filled with hopelessness and despair! I reached out to him to begin to pray… But I couldn’t find any words to say! The Holy Spirit began tugging at my heart within… Convicting me of holding on to a “secret sin.” THIS SIN, God told me I must first let go, For this was eating at my soul! My prayer life had been such a mess! I repented! And to God… I confessed! I called out to Jesus’ precious name! Inviting him into my heart to reign! On bended knees before my Lord I began to bow, My prayer was going to be answered… Somehow! The prayer request for my brother Was going to be met! For God has never failed me YET! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

LOVE - HAIKU

Love is as love does Peace begets peace; happy day Unconditional


Details | Free verse | |

Holding The Sun

I grew up in a place I didn't want to be
Became someone that i knew i didn't want to be
Society grabbing me by the throat telling me to be me
But who are they to say that I should be what is not me?
Catastrophe shaking this world, leaving fault lines at the finish line
Scarred for what we have to look forward to
You can't put your soul on hold for all your past pretensions
Earthquakes changing the course of continuation
Throwing vibes from left and right
Hitting the pedal to ignite
What imperial dilemmas that arise from such despise
From what i know i'm just another reflection of disguise, who am i?
Those that float around with no worries in the world,
Don't care about the money, all they've got is what's gold
The people who kill, for power and respect
Dont realize what is out there is what's in the next step
And it's all in their head
We've got all of eternity
The tower of destruction that'll set us all free
Cause in the end we always find that there's another place to be;
physically or mentally.
People walking around with frowns carved into their faces
I wonder if theyll ever look up and see that they've been going places
All along, 
Giving up falling down through the cracks of the ground
They're at fault for all loss that was among their own soul
Oh, its a cold world
As it slowly turns, im watching the clock tick as i feel the room burn
And its funny, that people try to play the game of constant manipulation,
Repeated deification.
Thinking they were born alive, but really,
They were only born to die.
No not everyone lives under the sun these days
A lot of those that fear thy own will fall pale in the shade
Under a dead willow
How we all want the sun because it's here for a reason
We all expect it to invest in the seasons
The government work of treason,
Throwing ropes to pull it down
Making this place so much hotter than it was when underground
I can't stand to be bothered by the burn that it's put on my wrist
From slamming this door shut, we've got to put an end to this
We're destroying what's inside ourselves cause of things on all the shelves
Yet he destroys, and he breaks, so we build
They take the money, and we run it while they kill
Although it's kinda funny that the state depends on pills,
I'll hold the sun and run away from all that's real.


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Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)

Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)	
(9.7.10)

Passion
Overwhelmed
Elementary
Thoughts.
Roaming
Youth
Saw
Out,
Under
Pen.

Prolific
Obsession
Engrossed
Time.
Rhythm
Yielded
Structure;
Observation
Unleashed
Power.

Pride
Offered
Extroversion.
Trajectory
Rose,
Yet
Self-doubt
Occurred.
Undercurrent
Pulled.

Pushed
On;
Expanded
Tools;
Read.
Yesterday
Stopped
Overstaying-
Usurping
Present.

Posted
Online.
Enjoy
The
Rhymes
You 
Share
Openly,
Unexpected
Peers.


            I haven't been on this site long, but many of you have already made me feel
welcome, and, moreover, like I belong.  I'm finding myself as inspired as I have ever been
to keep writing, and to keep growing as a writer, thanks to your support, your contests,
and your own original posts.  This is, truly, a special community.  
            Thanks for allowing me to become a part of it.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

WHAT PRICE SAFETY ?

how much is it worth to you to feel safe and secure?
how much would you spend? how much could you afford?
what is the monetary value that you would place on your life?
how much money would it take? how much would you sacrifice?
what price safety? what would be the cost?
what price safety? what would you spend to prevent the loss?

too frightened to get on the elevator in the building where you reside
don't know if you'll make it to your door before a thief is at your side
too scared to walk to your car alone in a public parking lot
don't know if you'll get the keys in the door before you're assaulted or shot
what price safety? how much money would you spend
just to have that feeling of security once again?

most every elected official in most every country in this world 
have their own taxpayer funded security detail
the celebrities, movie stars and TV personalities
have personal body guards and/ or private security
America has been on heightened alert since the Twin Towers did fall
the airports, the borders and Homeland Security are constantly on the ball
security has become one of the nation's fastest growing industries
and you can't go anywhere in this world without showing identity
so how much would you spend to remove from your life that spirit of fear?
how many dollars would it take to protect what you hold dear?

there're not enough police to go around to be in society's face
so security officers take up the slack and stand in their place
we've become the front line defenders that the community sees
to detect, protect and defend them and their property
retailers spend thousands of dollars just to secure their goods
from thieves, boosters, shoplifters and your garden variety hoods
the government be it federal, county, city or state
use security officers to keep the peace in abate
yet without benefit of weapons, no batons, no vests or guns
we hold to our positions and we get the job done
we alert the police, FDNY and the EMTs
at the first signs of violence, fire and any emergency
but we're at a disadvantage when it comes to getting paid
for we barely make what would be considered a livable wage
what price safety? what would it be worth to you
to give security officers what they are due?
what price safety? I ask you once more
what price would you pay just to feel secure?
WHAT PRICE SAFETY?


Details | Free verse | |

Happy Birthday

I am the result of the wrong time
conceived in a moment of passion
two wine soaked minds
upon a fertile field
each combined

In early morn
each to their own way
unknown to either
when their passion died
new life arrived

Too soon discovered
both agreed
it was a mistake
easily fixed
neither could wait

I will never know my father
or loving arms
to hold me near
I have been given a death sentence
with no appeal 
or prospect of a stay

I will be aborted
and flushed away
soon to be forgotten
no one to care
no one to wish me
Happy Birthday


Details | Rhyme | |

seeing you

I see you and I know 
there is magic in your eyes
a quiet calm about you
no room for telling lies

i care about the future
and your place next to the fire
i ve left the rest to fate itself
i have come to face desire

the hearth grows cold, 
as embers die
you next to me in our chair
A story told
i turned to cry 
will i ever make it there?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








Details | Rhyme | |

" Brave decisions Make differences "

How many comments
To praise many writes
Have been posted on
This quite incredible site
 
How many comments
Need not said at all
But said they are
As their credence falls
 
Brave decisions Make differences
To eradicate the references
That bring this site into disrepute
As one by one, the Poets shoot
 
Our words we share for them to read
And in their reads their comments feed
Not to down, only to say
As many poems come their way
In various forms and many words
To be polite and not absurd
 
This Poetry site we have to save
Or we become the vulgars slaves
Struck down by a poisoned pen
Thank goodness there's not many of them
 
So at the helm, please read the above
Bring the site back to the one we love
This Poetry Soup family are here to stay
To write and read, on our choice of day
 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Forever Angel

FOREVER ANGEL.

Right?

There is always an angel there by your side at all times. 

Even if you don't see or hear the angel, its always there.
 
Their there for you when things get tough. Right there by your side with an arm around your 
sholder.

                           (God didn't promise that life would be easy.
       But he did promise that he will be by your side every step of the way.)

 If you just think about this when you're alone, you'll relize that you not alone.
                
 
*please comment if you like or just have a thought. (or fav poem if you like*                       

                                   -Angel4eva23


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Almost Remorse

The slowest clocks bind the official wound,
An azimuth of the flesh, trust, first contact,
She blinks but no face appears, 
Does every mistake ask for such an ordinary end?  A seed cannot forget.
Cold, weeping statue of lifetimes, suckle her prayer in the erupting bed.
Fallen beside the tear of the flower blight, lips against the penetrator,
Learn to forgive the righteous terrors for an idle comfort.
What numbing freedom presses the soft lump pulse?
Tongues rally to expose the ghost of private remorse,
Who conceals the dignities of a suction thigh grave.

			--2009


Details | Free verse | |

Face your maker

I wish for nothing. But, in colour
They splash my bones -as flowers, rare
Dreaming still, they brim an’ lull’
On lucid thrones -they dare

Too ‘just’ visage -in blameless fleet
Or cannon a whisper, upon worlds defeat
They fold in cleft -all rooms, to bare 
The dangle of toes an’ the pump of hearts air

But, still only echo -polluted, they groan
Falling ill an’ out an’ moral by meat
On dancing pavements an’ chalked to the stone
Alone they have ridden’, but hopeless they greet

So, face your maker. But, in colour
No labour, fierce angel -for who crowned you so rare?
For if you could shake, this world with a wish
Who holds the power –out there?


Details | Free verse | |

A True Credo Of Love

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)


Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid
Colour the conscience progression 
of Man's ethical Truths...
The cultural aggressions of violence
and ignorance must end!
Extend your heart, hand and life
Towards the Precious Don of Honour...
Freely, keeping the sincere
Brotherly Creed


 

Comments:  Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after 
all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and 
Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell


Details | Haiku | |

Never Use --------- S O P A------- to Wash Out Your Mouth

--------We're not Terrorists----------
------S.O.P.A. wash your own mouth out-----
----------not our Big Brother---------






*if you are not familiar with 
"S.O.P.A." 
and you are ONLINE...Read up...
The lovely U.S. Government plan
 to police our every Internet move...
It is a SICKENING infringement of our rights!!! 
"Get Up, Stand up, Stand Up for your rights!"~Bob Marley


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Individual

Solely self inflicted
Jury Judged Convicted
On them I've fed
Salty years I've bled
A society in form, though not in norm
Their eyes rake as headless mouths intake
A  knotted pine snake heedless to participate,
I am in the middle of a thirst that slaked so little...
I freaked when steel teeth gleamed brittle solutions;
A fistful of retribution means bitter restitution.
Oh Give me the civic salivation,
In this petri dish of a nation!
Drench in cream, stir in oil, I will never eat that!
With blow hards and carbs, and  ministries of garbs;
You're not wolf, you're wolfs dying breath contained.
As bloody sheets and gray streets bleed blood into shame,
Where monkey thimbles play rat -a -tat – tat  on your heart...
And mind games are healthy missteps into tripped up reality,
While hat tricks plagues a story played by mindless pricks
And lightening strikes thrice on thunder driven carrion.
Touche.


Details | I do not know? | |

First Day In Heaven

Yes!
Yes!
Yes!


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


Details | Verse | |

I like your love

I like your love
It's pure, it's innocent
and I don't think I've seen this before

You replenish my reserves before it's necessary 
you lift my wings up and 
make me superior to my adversary 
Creatively providing the exact amount of 
what I need to go another day
I like your love
and for as long as you'll have me I'll stay

You make me comfortable in my space
What she share cannot be replaced
with any other type of love
be it artificial or tainted or lustfully blatant 
Those illusions don't exist because
we found this love and we claimed it

I cherish those nights when I scratch your head
When you sit between my thighs and I twist your dreads
We become an us that is so pure
that the spring waters question the purity of it's source
I like your love - it's a divine force


Details | Verse | |

Composed Coffee Cup in Hand

Tall terrace housebow-fronted windows
Opulescent green lined walls silk paper
18th century  French  marquetry  pattern
Glowing dressing  table  walnut  veneer
Smoked salmon kisses heart on sleeve 
That  color  does   become   her  kitchen
A  glimpse  of   yellowing  autumn  trees
Stately  home  ancient  lake  full  of   fish 
Pot of coffee  polished mahogany  table.
Beautifully raised gaze. .Private moment . 
enormously enjoyed  each others  comp
Ushered out....gates slid quietly together
delicate cabriole legs. oyster satin fabric
Loin of pork  ,   leg of lamb ,   frozen cake.


Details | Lyric | |

Is She The One?

Is she the one my dream come true
The one that makes me whole.
Throughout the end of time
I'd give my heart and soul. 
Is she the one with qualities to endure the test of time.
Her unexpected stare 
sends shivers up my spine.
And gives me butterflies inside
Is she the one I can't decide
That always keeps me satisfied
My mind is left preoccupied
You have ignited every flame
Within my beating heart.
Now far from you I cannot part.
Is she the one my sweetheart
the angel in my life.
For you I'd walk a thousand miles
The toughest ride you've made worthwhile
I've looked beyond your hazel eyes
Your every glimpse, your every smile
In love we've deeply intertwine
Is she the one who will be there
to catch me when I fall.
That picture perfect puzzle 
To you I give my all.
Is she the one 
Well better yet she 's got the hooks on me.
The fear of losing her is deeper than the sea.





©RashanaKing2010


Details | Verse | |

We'll be

We'll be forever building gold mines
from scrap metal and taking
recycled energy to cosmic levels
through third eye

We'll go un-noticed until the heavens turn 
or if our chakras are not aligned 
constantly diverting negative thoughts 
through our meditative lights

We'll build a sandcastle from determination
and live life on the edge,
fulfilling divine order and witnessing creation,
living in the now and staying ahead

We'll tip the earth off it's axis
and trick subconscious mind states into submission
You can catch us in the wind transcending counter reactions
Bi-passing illusions of circumstances 

We'll have an abundance of the maximum
Enough love energy for all who attract our path
We'll be the ones in the light
asking for nothing in return but peace
at last


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Love At First Sight

Love is a passion hidden deep inside
So cautiously secluded its hard to find.
When I first met you these words I had denied.
Because in front of me was love at first sight.
In love they say there's no being satisfied
But in and out of my dreams you fulfill my every desire.


Love may at times be unhappy and mild.
But your love makes me tremble deep down inside.
True love may be blind, but at the same time
This love which entwines us can never be denied
Baby its unforgettable the love that I’ve received.
It puzzles the mind, tickles the heart, and puts my body at ease.
But one thing I’ll never forget are the words I’ve once denied.
It’s not hard to find true love, even at first sight.


©RashanaKing2010


Details | Rhyme | |

There Was Some Excitement At Church


There Was Some “Excitement” At Church…

There was some “excitement” at church.  I wasn’t invited!
The type of entertainment they had.  
Had already been decided!

They wanted something that would
 “stir up” the newest fashion.
They wanted to do this with a “compelling passion.”

They wanted to include loud instruments and a guitar.
They figured this would bring in people from afar!

Of course they also wanted to charge for “admission.”
Why not?  This would “fulfill” their mission!

This seems to be the way many churches are going…
The power of God they seem to be “avoiding.”

Rather than seeking God’s holiness 
and forgiveness of sins…
They look to what can “self-gratify” within!

I’m not here to seek a worldly kind of “entertainment.”
I’m here to seek the presence of God this very moment!

It comes from spending time in seeking HIM in prayer.
Wherever I am…  He is God!  
And is always there!

If it’s “excitement” you give.  I’m in the “wrong place!”
I’m simply here as a sinner saved by God’s grace!

My “thrill” is in Jesus Christ.  And him alone!
He brings peace and joy to me and my home!

Jesus brings to me what money cannot afford!
He’s my provider!  My comforter!  And my Lord!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


Details | I do not know? | |

no respect for the gifted

Isolation would make mad.
Gifted so sad.
A blessing our gifts are,
God granted skills.
Man plain to see the pain
you caused me.
But gifted, up lifted.
Can't see what I see?
Can't do what I do?
Can't hear what I hear?
Instead of listening, songs
fall on dead ears, held by
shackles on the brain.
Lifes masterpiece, written on Ancient
walls. The cost? history lost.
The war never stops.
Though spiritual energy it,s reinforced
Only with a positive force.


Details | Rhyme | |

Without Holiness No Man Shall See God


Without Holiness… No Man Shall See God! I know of someone with a degree in divinity. He can tell you all about God and the trinity. He memorized much scripture from God’s word. A message each Sunday from him, can be heard. While he has so much theology in his head. A message of holiness from his lips won’t be said. He thinks preaching on holiness is “judgemental..” His position in church wouldn’t be “instrumental.” God has caled his followers to life of holiness! Without this, your life is filled with emptiness! Think about Job who was called a righteous man. He sought Godly living over his house and land! Are you seeking a life of holiness from within? So your life won’t be burdened down with sin? Perhaps living 100% for God seems “old fashioned.” We need to seek God’s holiness as a daily passion! “Come out from the world and be separate!” God commands! This is a truth from his word many don’t understand. All of the theology in this world can’t save your soul. If the things of this world, you refuse to let go! A victorious life in Christ is what you can achieve! Simply surrender your life to him…. And BELIEVE! By Jim Pemberton


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Paradise Dream

Touch ever serene
Vision upon moonlit pond
Senses distracted
My heart begins a shimmer
Rippling stardust secures soul


written for
Sponsor ^Rick Parise  
Contest Name Lets Pass A Tanka Love Note 


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Glitter World

Glitter World
I see the world as my pearl
My place to take a whirl
And twirl around like a sexy girl
A place where there is little turmoil
My world is place
Where all flags can
Freely unfurl
Where a boy’s hair can curl
Everything’s glitter in my little world.


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God's Purpose For My LIfe





God’s Purpose For My Life God’s purpose for my life, I don’t want to be missing. What he’s called me to do. I want to be listening! God has a plan and a life with true meaning. I need to open up his word and start reading! He knows what is best… And which direction I should go. I must trust and obey. That’s all I need to know! I don’t know right now, where he’ll lead. He has blessed me and supplies my every need! He brings a purpose and life worth living! I’m so grateful for all that he’s giving! Thank you my Lord for the work you want to do! I don’t know where I’d be… If it wasn’t for YOU! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Lyric | |

The Audacity of Love

lt can greet you as an equal
compliment you like a friend,

can produce a new beginning
or, assault you with an end.

lt can trick you into thinking
that what you believe in now, is true;

then, make you feel like an idiot
as lonliness swallows you.

Life wouldn't be much without it
t'wouldn't even be grace from above;

we all experience it in many forms
that's the audacity of love.

It can also bring you comfort
and can ease your worried mind,

soothe you when you're hurting
and teach you to be color blind;


soften even the hardest of hearts
and give the spirit of a dove,

kill hatred with a knowing glance
that's the audacity of love.


Details | Cinquain | |

Fireworks

Fireworks
Colorful Explosions
Erupting For All To View
Sparklers


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May We Seek Godly Wisdom


“The fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom.”
This is an important part
 of God’s kingdom!

Seeking Godly wisdom is what we must do…
If we’re going to live how God wants us to!

God’s wisdom is filled with love and purity!
Man’s “wisdom” is but 
“meaningless vanity!”

Fearing the Lord and seeking his ways…
Will strengthen us and brighten our days!

God is wise and gives the best choices…
We must listen to HIM.  Not other voices!

His wisdom brings hope when all seems lost!
We must lay our worries at the foot of the cross!

Obeying his instructions is very smart and wise!
It helps us not to do what seems good to our eyes!

God’s wisdom brings comfort and much gladness!
It will guard your life with his true happiness!

Won’t you seek his wisdom
 in all you endeavor?
His blessings will follow you
 today and forever!

By Jim Pemberton 


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How to Invest in your Valentine Hours ?

How to Invest in your Valentine Hours ?


Daisies are Stubby,
Daffodills have a Spout,
Watch out for Cupid,
For He's Sure to be Out.

Poppies are Red,
Forget-Me-Nots are Blue,
Be Sure to get Flowers,
For your Little Missy-Sue.

Marigolds are Short,
While Sunflowers are High,
Chocolates are Sweet,
Prepare for your Cutie-pie.

Pink Pansies with Petals so Soft,
Lily of the Valleys that Smell so Sweet,
This Time and Day you Must Share,
Dinner on the Town will Be a Nice Treat.

Some Flowers like to Climb,
While many Others Seem to Crawl,
A Smile - Tight Hug with a Gentle Kiss,
Realizing your Efforts were Worth it ALL !


Written by William Arthur Tell

Lu 12:27 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto 
you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.


Details | Haiku | |

versus

there are those that need
structure even in their art
personally not

for me, I'll write it
however it comes to me
sorry if it don't fit

in your poetry 
mold, keeps me from growing old
you wouldn't want that

so write your tight 'lil
lines and I will still write mine
hopefully we can

share some dreams and things
and for each of us it will
still be very real


Details | Rhyme | |

My First Cig Puff

Holding that slender stick in between two fingers
Stance of an emperor of a classy empire
The curvy wavy smoke in air lingers
One cig in hand smartens your attire

I remember my first cig puff,
How I held its butt between my lips
An air of curiosity traveled down my core
As a friend lighted for me its tip

The lit cigarette brightened my ecstasy
And with pride I took my first puff 
Smoke dint seem finding space inside
And I burst out, it made me cough

That challenged me to attempt once again
This time I felt my smoke-filled chest
I was gagged, hooked for a moment
It was kind of a head rush… at its best!

That whiff of smoke changed everything
Nothing seemed at its best without one puff
Did it taste that good? Hell No!
Then why doesn't puff after puff seem enough?

Soon my hands, mouth, clothes smelled the same
Seasons didn't matter, time did no harm
Every time I rushed to a clandestine zone
The moment I received ‘quench the flame’ alarm!

I am not bad, don’t hate me
It’s a compelling force, I can’t shun away
This addiction should only not invite my grave
Be my honest well-wisher, for me pray!


Details | Bio | |

My Stages of Love

It starts out as a small attraction Builds up to an intense infatuation You become in tune to everything she do Trying to make her smile when she feeling blue Her laugh brings a small heat to your chest Go to sleep and she's in your mind as you rest You've been hit with the arrow of cupid Back up before you do something stupid You talk but you talk less and less She likes you but as a friend at best You fall off and make her a stranger Realizing that your heart is in danger The two of you no longer communicate You try hard to force your love to relocate Rumor hits and you find out she got a man Of this you're not a enthusiastic fan Anger steps in and you go off on anyone Body light but your heart weighs a ton The bars in the gym seem so much lighter You want to fight but your not a fighter You no longer care about many things One female reduced you to fighting Athletic ability improved 10 fold Then a breakdown as your heart turns cold Soon you become useless Friends know something wrong but they clueless You feel pain, and intense depression Nose and eyes run and you blame it on a cold infection At last your close friends realize whats going on Tell you what you already know, To move on You look at them but you say nothing back Waiting for your emotions to come back Pain is long but nothing last forever You come back like the sun in stormy weather You laugh and kick it with your friends Until the stages of love happen all over again


Details | Rhyme | |

two woman one child

Once there were two women who lived different lives..
One I hardly around for me to remember, the other I call my mother.
Two different lives, shaped to make my one...
One was out of reach like a star, the other became bright sun.
The first gave me life and the second taught me how to live it.
The first gave me a need for love, and the second was always there to give it.
One gave me a nationality, the other gave me my nick name.
One gave me a seed of talent, the other gave me an aim.
One gave me emotions, the other calmed my fears.
One heard my first cry, the other dried all my tears.
One gave me up  without a second thought...To selfish to care
The other prayed for my safety and God led me straight to her. I was her Mandy Bear
And now you ask me, As my peer 
the age old question unanswered throughout the years...
Heredity or environment .. Which am I the product of..
Neither, my friend .. neither..
just two different kinds of people...That ended with only ONE LOVE


Details | Free verse | |

A Peek Behind the Fence


Ignorance is a crime caused by putting up fences if we'd let go of the voices inside our heads and eliminate fears discussions would arise peel the blind folds from our eyes share real stories told without disguise encouraging progress could be made with concerns of what we've learned rather than what we are paid a fulfilling life is people based sharing giving looking out for others one human at a time despite our differences the truly rich way of living


Details | Verse | |

Love it

I love it when you're kissing me
I love it when your hands touch my thighs
Passion slowly increasing
breathing deeper
Gaining momentum for the moment 
that draws nearer
Now you're whisperin in my ear
Temperature's rising
moaning, grinding
my body to the rhythm of each 
breath
Enjoying kisses with your tongue on 
my neck
While creating secrets between us 
that manifest
into beautiful stories of lust and 
fantasy
Unafraid to confess 
Rivers flow
The scent of the pheremones 
The beat that the song's on
Tuned in to your passion 
I’m feeling it’s time to make this happen
Finally releasing fear and stress
through pure emotion and love 
Freedom from hurt and distress
I love it when you’re kissing me
I love it when your hands touch my thighs...


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Hateful Words

                                                  HATEFUL WORDS

Do you have any idea how much hateful words hurt those you’re spewing them out to?

If you are a bully who uses them, you need to know they hurt deeply and could scar a kid for life.  Is that what you really want to do?

It may seem like innocent fun when you’re bullying other kids.  It’s not!  If you keep doing it, your life’s going to be nothing but a gigantic flop.

If you are a bully, because of the negative impact you can have on another kid, you must immediately stop!

I once thought bullying was cool, too, so I would say hateful words to other kids just to see how they would react.

I would say hateful words to their face.  I would say them behind their back.

Then, out of nowhere, I heard the same kind of hateful words, meant for me.

I didn’t like it a bit; in fact I was hurt and angry as can be.

So, I immediately stopped using hateful words.  I’m so glad I did.

No one deserves to hear hateful words, especially coming from another kid.

	   Al Johnson


Details | Light Poetry | |

Understood

You are a woman with pried and proven, no need to state it...it can be seen and proven!

You are a woman...vibrant and sassy filled with a radiant glow that can be seen from afar, no need to prove it! 

You are a woman...a mother to many not just your own a multiply diverse persona, no need to prove it! 

You are a woman…a wife a sister and a daughter as well, a sultry sophisticated woman, no need to prove it! 

You are a woman…a cook a doctor and sometimes a lawyer for the guilty even if you she knew you did it, no need to prove it…its been known since the day I first layed my eyes upon you. I myself simply call you my wife and the mother of my children. Understood by me and never needed to be proven! 


Details | Free verse | |

Best Friend

She said that we were drifting apart.
But I feel that we were close from the start
My heart was torn out from deep within
She said I had changed from what I had been

I didn’t know what to say
We used to talk every day.
Now that things had changed
I felt that I had gone deranged

Dear friend, the one who was the best
Why have you left me alone with the rest?


Details | Alliteration | |

pith-fully from truth

neurotic narcotics reared reason in rows, 
plucked pith-fully from truth, 
agile enough in politick to anesthetise the waste,
languishing amongst the cling-filmed choral-forms 
of symbiotic silicone…
the future lay dormant, 
adjudicating the agricultural status 
of domesticated foreign policy… 


Details | Rhyme | |

Just A Little Talk With Jesus

Just A Little Talk With Jesus… Why not talk to Jesus? And spend some time alone? Won’t you ask him to be the Lord of your heart and home? Just a little talk with Jesus can make your day so bright. He can heal your troubles and make everything “alright!” Just a few moments with him can make all of the difference! His love can give you hope and a joyous experience! Feel free to share with him your every need and concern! Won’t you allow him to guide you at life’s every turn? Won’t you allow his cleansing power to take your sins away? He can make you a new person! And can do it TODAY! The time you can spend with him, is time you won’t regret! HE will never fail you! And hasn’t let go of anyone yet! Just a little talk with Jesus will bring sweetness to your soul! The words of Christ can completely make you whole! Please remember a promise from the beginning of time. When God created the world... He had all of us in mind! Spending time with Jesus will be the best thing you did! Won’t you accept his love and willingness to forgive? Just think about the opportunity with Christ you can share! You can have time with him! And can meet him anywhere! Behold the glory of our Lord! He reigns from heaven above! You can enjoy his presence! And the power of HIS LOVE! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Blank verse | |

Just A Crush

Oh oh, it was just a crush.
I'll admit was a little rushed.

Oh, I couldn't keep shush.
I've told of how my feelings flushed.

Oh oh, it is just a crush.
I'll admit there's many times I blushed.

Oh, I couldn't help but gush.
I've expressed feelings that lushed.

Oh oh, it was just a crush.
I'll admit at one point felt a little crushed.

Oh, I couldn't hold back the mush.
I've stood there before you hushed.

Oh oh, it is just a crush,
I'll admit all of it was a little rushed.


Details | Free verse | |

Red Silouehette

Agony poisoned every thorn on this rose
Feeding the ashamed for what they are worth
In countless times, where did these countless hours fall?
Aura suffocates our senses
Leaving a trail full of fear
Fear of the unknown
Bottled up, your heart shifts
Feelings of insecurity
Breaking the glass inside yourself
It robs your bones
From the inside out
So pale, you stand broken
Will you follow the smoke
That was left behind
For you to choke upon?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


Details | I do not know? | |

A Simple Wish

a simple wish...

no fancy words
no more clever rhymes
no more slickly crafted verse

just a simple wish
to cherish the moments
in-between the hue and cry of this life

no more the dull-edged jab
no more the anger and the strife

a simple wish
beyond the wasted hours and the days and the blurry fears

a simple wish
of a simpler life

after all the bitterness of the passing years

and so

to retire from the hustle
to flee from the hollow wasted breaths that have been breathed

to bid the emptiness farewell

while

ushering in the new tomorrow

bathed in the soft glow of hope

and kissing adieu to all the hurt and all the doleful sorrow...


Details | Ballad | |

REAL MEN DON'T CHEAT ON THEIR WOMEN

God simply made man and woman
to be together for the rest of their lives...
it's a blessing this heedless world
has not fully known;
and it's so rare nowdays
to see two people in love,
and promise each other to be faithful!
Is that all so impossible?

Real men don't cheat on their women,
real men give their whole hearts full of gold
to those who really love them;
I've come to know a good man
who did just that for his woman,
and he still loves her although she's old!

Unfaithful men, would you rather have
an unhappy home or feel a joy
as sublime as the sunrise in glory?
Untrustworthy men, give up what you crave;
you can be the strongest man on earth,
and still can't stop the tears gathered inside!

Real men don't cheat on their women,
real men adore and cherish them 'till they're gone;
to be beside them and share a lovely dream,   
to console and encourage them when they're weak!  


Details | Blank verse | |

the lesson

lost my two front teeth 
in a fall 
this past fall
put two shiny new Washington quarters 
under my pillow 
to get replacements

Daddy told me 
that his dental plan 
will replace
only up to one Roosevelt
in a twelve month period
if at all

he said that this condition
was a result of a conspiracy in our modern society 
driven 
by corrupt, exploiting and greedy
tooth fairies in expensive blue suits and white coats
driving BMWs and Mercedes
drinking lattes and cappuccinos
under the banners of humanity, fairness and truth
and the stars and stripes 
cheating on their spouses
putting their assets in accounts outside the reach 
of the IRS
and who would do in their mother for a Roosevelt


Details | Free verse | |

Do not read this

But now your here,

Raise a glass
to all the talented poets here
who, inspire us to write everyday
and all the friends we have met along the way.

Brought together
by a common interest
to express our thoughts
and feelings
and give pleasure
to all the poetry family.

peter Dome. copyright. 2012.


Details | Rhyme | |

the search

"the search is on",
i whisper and smile,
for sadness has already gone,
i have grown an extra mile..

months passed and i found one,
And our future as bright as the sun.
As i turn to gold from copper,
i tell myself, "the search is over.."


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #305 / The Traffic Teacher's Tale

They locked eyes. Engines revved and roared.
When the light flashed green, tires screamed across the pavement,
other horns were honked, and a cup of Coke
flew across the lane divider into the lap of the second driver
even as the car of the first driver veered off
into a ditch, overturned, cabin
crunched into a tree
and three souls rode their last.
The traffic teacher says we must control our emotions, but I know
this is impossible. Emotion binds the heart of every human.
We can control our responses to these feelings, or else
ignore them entirely.
I wish I could choose the latter.


Details | Free verse | |

I Am A Spark Of Life

A spark of life
Fire in my belly
Giving what I have
Serving you
Honouring, who I truly am
Loving you, in return


Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


Details | Free verse | |

Glow

Stars shine brightly above me as I look up at the glowing full moon.
A cool breeze is blowing and
A soft music seems to play in the air around me as
I think of what life has given me.

This gift is more than I could have brought myself to ask for.
For the longest time I've been content to be there for others
Ignoring the fact that as I helped my friends find happiness, I have been alone.
Now I find that Life has given me a gift. A thing so precious that never again could I go
through life without it.

Life has given me you.
You, Suki, have become my life force. The very thing that keeps me going.
I love you with everything I have. Granted, it isn't much, but I promise you that it wont
be missed. I'll love you enough to make up for the materialistic things that I don't have.

The moon blurs as tears fill my eyes and I start glowing as bright as the shining full
moon above me and
I find that the music I hear around me that is so heartbreaking-ly beautiful isn't in the air.
It's inside me.
 
I never have to be alone again.
Never do I have to bottle things up for the sake of other people because I know I have
someone who wants nothing more than to have me cry on his shoulder.
I love him
And to the very core of my being I know he loves me.

Life has given me something I never dared to let myself dream of having.

Life has given me Suki.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


Details | Sonnet | |

Her Cultural Design

Feeling the thoughts that arise each passing day in life,
To be listened too, not to be chastised in given advice,
Wanting to be respected so real, not considered rife,
Affection daily, needing not much, desiring complete slice.

In love, I provide nurturing care when ailments occur.
In pain, I deliver daily chores wanting just sweet words.
In humor, I tell stories that may be enriched in a stir.
For these are feelings of my mind, not told for the birds.

I am not the only one belted in time by hormones alone.
However, my delivery of life challenges and stresses me.
I have intelligence, though many make me out, like a stone.
I have anger and strength, which I show in such deep degree.

I feel to be showed love, desire pleasantries from my other half.
I truly hate to be downtrodden, played as a joke in a laugh.


Details | Rhyme | |

Subjected to Frost

Subjected to Frost at an early age
I and friends have since chosen our way
Thus many have traveled on the trodden path
I as Epimetheus see their folly at last
Knowing their hearts- how they long to go back

We few who still walk stringently down a narrow way
Have no desire to dwell back to that day
The path of life chosen this few now walk
Leads to the dream we long have stalked

Sequestered dreams by hoards at wayward doors
Glitzing a promise to a path more worn
Tis easy on the eyes, the heart, and the feet
Making each voluptuous gate seemingly straight-sweet

But I keep to this narrow grassy path- chosen by me
For to waver or detour would be dream’s death to me


Details | Rhyme | |

Humble

I give my word a breath of life
and those who give me strife
I willingly do what needs to be done
and do not wish to be won
I smile a smile that lights up any face
and hope to never disgrace
I do what I am taught to do
and that my help would be true
I clam my words together
and hope times will never weather
I do have some faith in all matters
and things to reach with ladders
I hope for many things in heart
and I cherish everyone that is part 
I do know one thing is set
and with my life I would bet
I will hold true to my words
and make my world good towards


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

'HEALING'

The beauty I see in things 
makes me so sad....
For when I find something beautiful,
It may never be quite that way again.

A summer day
an autumn breeze
a color in a sunset....
your warm hand held in mine.

Why do i still hear your name....
in my head....
Faint,
tired....
so tired.....
almost dead.

My soul still whispers to God for you 
without me even thinking....
So thoughtless,
hopeless,
longing,
sadly dreaming. 

Unbearable.......
That sweet old dream of being in your arms 
my frame stood secure in yours
You were thin and warm and sturdy.....
soft coat of yours so cozy.................
Your face emanating ‘happy’....

Too soon, you began to fade away......
In tears I closed my eyes 
and held on tight.....
Oh, I couldn’t bear to watch you disappear again
But I felt it, all right.....

Your memory....
I’ll stuff in the dark of my mind 
in an ebony box
And keep it so tightly shut....
Tied with a long, dripping ribbon of blood

And thus my healing has begun.....
But I’ll still be on the run.........

No love deserves to live so long...
then die alone, so painfully.
Never again will this soul feel so trapped---
so helpless----
and so...........free......................


sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Light Poetry | |

Kindness is a Virtue

Who are and who is my friends or acquaintances, confusing everyday
but today I have found my self to walk a path that is not so rough
I became so blinded to have friends that it pains me anyway
They take a simple kindness and think that I am not tough
so by deliberately challenging me to act like nothing happens I grow bold
Wake up you! and all the rest, I have something to say
I don't like this feeling of regret or sorrow so please do not take me cold
as a friend you should know to not take advantage of my kindness in away
A storm is blowing inside my soul burning a hole in it so
lightning is striking in methods unknown for in the distance thunder you hear
Some of the greatest warriors fall with great weapons of bow
antics that slaughters such feebleness as cowardices use an unseen spear
To let one know that your feelings are clear do not hesitate
to do so shows fear and that is one thing that can determine your choice
With kindness in your corner you should easily win and that will be great!
In the end you can hold up a drink with friends and smile and rejoice


Details | Free verse | |

Gay

I am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.

I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your sister
Your friend
Your co worker
Your classmate
Your acquaintance
A complete stranger

I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you

I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is

I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew

I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you

I am gay.
And I wont change. 
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.

I am gay. 

And that's okay.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Once Loved to Tell Others of Jesus

I Once Loved to Tell Others Of Jesus!

I once told others of Jesus!
 As a young boy...
Witnessing for Christ,
Is what I enjoyed!

I told others of a time to repent...
I loved to talk about Jesus,
  wherever I went!

As the years went by,
And I grew old.
The things of God, I had no longer told.

A coldness in my life, began to brew.
Even God’s word… I no longer knew.

I only talked about God to
 people in the church.
In my heart, was a hunger
 for a new search.

A search to return to Jesus! My lost love!
I fell on my knees! And cried to God above.

 I began to confess, to God, everything!
A new love for him I knew he would bring.

I began to feel his love come all over me.
The chains were now gone! I was set free!

If a coldness for Jesus dwells in you.
Remember his love is faithful and true!

Please come to Jesus! 
And be cleansed within!
And experience the joy of being born again!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

ATMOSPHERE,

A lonesome dove

feathered white.

The branch strong,

time light.

...no "wait".

A dream.

really blowing a sweet breeze.

...no "wait".

A heart beat sitting in a tree,

spirit like,

...no "wait".

A rhyme.

...of atomosphere.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Universal love

The sound of her breathing
serene and peaceful her presence
The view of her eyes watching me
untamed admiting her preference

I, who am I for her to want me
unclear remnants of the past
... 


Details | Narrative | |

Limitless Lust

Introduction: Limit itself has a limit of its own…


A walk, mile after mile
In quest for my lost soul,
I had forgotten how to smile
Everything felt out of control,
I fought too hard to be worthwhile
By that I got lost in my life’s hole

The regrets for mistakes I’ve made
It took me off the edge, way too far away;
Yet I tried again so hard to get off from that shade
But got caught up in my brutal fray,
The same song keeps playing with such a vicious rage,
I find myself down to my knees, nowhere to go - So I pray

A prayer to leave the worst and move onto more,
Come off this fantasy and onto reality, to be -
Closer to something I’ve been fighting for
The touch of the light cutting through the night, it rains down upon me
As I overcome the grief and believe, recovery lies ashore,
Only three steps remain, to be fixed and free.

A lesson of value I earned from my faults -
Never push yourself off the edge,
You’ll lose the only key to the vault
A life you never had to live – It too could forever be lost,
So stay confined within the limits of the limit
As it seems - Your control over lust, only can make you complete.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Sociopathic Love

 Sociopathic Love


Don't worry before He’s done with you; He‘ll ravage you
Not just physically but through his words both twisted and firm
If you could only accept that he decides when the game ends;
You'd realize an escape is just as much of an illusion as the man you think you know

Nothing can save you from this game
The lies will roll off his chameleon tongue as he reflects everything you've shown him
He’ll pour metaphors filled with an elusive pitch; deep inside the intimate spaces that fill your head

He'll patiently watch your every move
As you squirm with denial and try to claw your way past the anger
Just as you desperately try bargaining for release
He’ll watch you drowned in hopelessness, lost without the reflection you saw in him

It's a game you won't even realize you've been playing until he decides it's over
He'll know every piece of you by then
Especially the pieces he easily replaced well you were mesmerized in your own reflection
He’ll move on to his next prey soon and only then will you'll start to awaken
He thinks you'll never find all the pieces he planted; you'll never be whole without him 

As his eyes trace the contours of your acceptance
He’ll know at the precise moment he's broken you
As he watches your will bend pliantly to his
Making you just another possession he never really wanted
Then he’ll finally release you out of boredom
Leaving you lost without the mirror you helped him create
Wondering why the piece’s you're picking up won’t fit back together the way they once did

It’s then you’ll realize that he never knew how to love
He’s found his pleasure in the games he plays
Pleasure that calms the jealousy he holds against the emotions that he's unable to feel
Allowing him to walk away without remorse; leaving his victim in their darkest moment 
He's become bored with the people that surround him and confused by his own existence           To him love is only a game used to occupy time                                                               Whenever he decides the time is right it's simple

Game Over


Details | Quatrain | |

ME, MYSELF, AND I

   I guess you could call me a silly guy
   For humor is how I get through the day.
   I love telling stories, writing poetry, and romance
   Each in its own separate way.


   I could be called a "Hopeless Romantic"
   As I have always been sentimental inside.
   I learned that feeling growing up
   Watching my parents, and their worlds collide.


   I knew my Dad better than anyone...I think
   He and I worked together for some time you see.
   And when he died at an early age
   Everyone seemed to be in tears but me.

  
   Of the six kids in our family growing up
   I had a brother named Ron that I was closest to.
   He had a sense of humor and devotion to his family
   And he would always find strange things for us to do.


   We loved driving around in his old MG
   When it worked it could do no wrong.
   He took me for rides I'll never forget
   To teach me his favorite Irish drinking songs.


   His death really put me on the writer's path
   As I eulogized him with "Remembering Ron".
   But afterward I could not stop the words from coming out
   As if a spigot had deliberately been turned on.


   So I have written poetry, stories, and a few songs too
   I'd like to publish something some day.
   Getting to read and write here on the Soup
   Pehrhaps, I will finally find the way.


   I believe in the goodness of man's inner soul
   And that God intended for us to be happy here.
   The love of Wife, Child, and Family
   Just make me want to stand and cheer!


   I'd like to see us not have wars
   Or even have cross words with others we meet.
   Sometimes I plead my case in the words that I write
   And sometimes, the proverbial "Dead Horse" do I beat.


   I look at history as a great learning tool
   For I've studied Antropology in college you see.
   And all the past comes into the present time
   At least, it does for me.


   So I will write works about historical things
   As much as I write about family, love, emotions, and silliness too.
   Just so others can get some insight into me
   And perhaps their own lives as they should do.


      I don't know who will read my work
   Or if they benefit at all from the things I say.
   I only know that this passion to write
   Is one that is here to stay.


   Some people think I'm kind of grumpy
   I guess that is also true.
   But the words I write fill that void inside me
   This is but one more poem...for you.


Details | Free verse | |

A Grand Carlyle Residue via 1989

Stymied synergistic stoolcumers synchronized
of gifted glib galb garbage run of mouth
nicotine rings of one night 
no promise quickly spilled
ever taxed gestured pocket
pool. tandem coulpling random 
access eye spew askances for a 
tainted night glow. Weak whitewine 
whispers office yupslugs curtaling on a 
Friday nnite feeding rampage
cock'll doodle do ya, hopefully, fixed
******l trans plant stilted blue
libidious carneverous ego ectascies
exaggerate trip the gonad fantasy fantastic
click, click, click, scrape,
click females ina crowd leave ina crowd
***** puffers everywhere cancer
croonies suck lips with sunken jaw 
jumping jill frenzy paste posted tooth
smiles--only gum grin where prohibited
white collar/blue collar share a
once beer of sorts, while linley smoke
figures haunt backwards in a sitdown dismal
denial comedy for the no show waitresses
geese gatheing empty of poignant personality
through bar riers of in-finite age range ripe
rituals for meta phor women to the restroom!
The plot hair thickens. my lungs hurt from watchexisting
Blue suit sancturary slugs offer office onslaughts through
oppulent openings via perservance in a temperate tampon 
express meal head long into a pubic partisian oblivion? 
True bar tintilation touting tempting tidbits of tumultious
temptations tilting time, tantilizing tremors, tracking
tricks of professional preference and sexosocial sinny
secular satisfaction. Gomer Pyle just pissed by. 
Judy, Judy, Judy. Poor Judy.   

occular preferences occlude 


Details | Free verse | |

Suki

For three days I have done nothing but smile till my cheeks hurt
And I sit here grinning like a fool.
Three days. That's it.  Three days and I find myself falling hard.

It is like me to love quickly, but not like this.
You have no idea how significant it is that I've dreamed about you.  Including you, only
four people have ever made enough impact to appear when I close my eyes.
I'm laughing.
I'm sleeping well.
I find myself saying Suki just to have that smile spread across my face.
A warm glow fills me that I haven't had in a long time.

I find myself thinking that it should take longer than this. Longer than three days, but
then I smile and think of all the things you've told me that make me want to cry.
You've told me things no one else really ever tells me.
You tell me things that my heart needs to hear, but has been without and I'm just so...so
Happy.
And grateful.
And I think I'm crazy for falling so fast when logic kicks in, but logic leaves quickly.
Whoever liked Logic anyway.
And from here I guess I have only one word left to say.

Suki.





Details | Rhyme | |

Do You Find Yourself In An Embarrassing Situation

Do you find yourself in an 
embarrassing situation?
And have brought shame with
 little or no explanation?

Perversion comes in many forms and different kinds.
The result of it is to pollute or destroy the mind…

This type of lifestyle can lead to “an overwhelming” addiction.
And bring into your life misery and affliction…

Many “starve” to “satisfy” their feeling of emptiness…
And too often find themselves
 in a place of loneliness.

If you’re looking to be free 
and have a love worth finding…
Come to Jesus now…  Allow his words
 of hope to be “binding.”

If you’re one who is seeking treatment
 in what you endeavor…
The promises of Christ are true
 and will last FOREVER!

He is the answer to what you desperately seek,,,
And can give you true victory each day of the week!

In the midst of this world’s temptations
 and “false allusions…”
Christ has the answer! 
 He is your true solution!

Allow his word to cleanse your mind and soul…
His blood can wash you clean 
and make you whole!

Enjoy his peace and mercy that’s
already been provided…
His love for you has long ago been decided!

Allow him to remove any embarrassment and shame!
He’s here right now…  Simply call on his name!

By Jim Pemberton 
 06/13/11


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Love Brings Me Happness

What God’s done for me… Is hard to explain it. When it comes to his love… I can’t “contain it!” The love he brings and the peace untold… Is very precious. And worth more than gold! Without him in my life… What would I do? He brings new meaning to the words; “I LOVE YOU!” Just to know him and the beauty there is in his name… He brings to me comfort and joy... This is why he came! I'll accept his gift of eternal life today! And allow his presence to brighten my day! A relationship with him is his divine will… To the storms of my life… He speaks; “peace be still!” As I allow him to make my life complete within… A beautiful relationship with him begins! He is my God! My provider! And so much more! He’s here right now. What am I waiting for??? By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

The Glow of Soft Truths

the glow of soft truths
tucked between the folds of the heart

radiates through the coarse fabric of each fleeting day

transcending the hurdles that litter the way

extinguishing the trepidation and the unfounded fears away

beyond the very now with an eye firmly gazing towards the coming morrow

where genuine peace may be found while dispelling the nasty sting and the solitary sorrow

and when that moment is finally found

when peace and mirth is felt all around

the bliss may seem plentiful, and the being with simple joy may abound

without a word being spoken

without the din, the static of the endless drone

so infused with soothing music, yet hardly making a sound

for the truth of peace that lies in wait

just beyond the corner

is a truth that may never be sought

or bought

for that truth of peace must be ushered inside

until deep in the soul it will then quietly reside...


Details | Sonnet | |

Copper feathered hat deep blue dress

Cobbled stones  dappled  sunlight  Summer hills
Dizzying swarm of relatives+friends fill the house
Feasting family table for  household and guests 
Touching voices singing praise breathing grace 
Wild climbing roses loved him to  the very bone
Waved  threw  flowers  and  cried out  his name
Candles  flickered  men  talked in  grave voices
Spanish leather boots dice musician  two lutes
Pearly skin a thousand kisses inspired  to sing
Tiny cherry chains studded rare saphires within
Delicatessan  bakery  merchants  fishmongers
Dazzling  smile   brandy  barrels mixing vapours                        
Dark red rhubarb blood trickling down his cheek
Rich golden tobacco beautifully  scented flowers


Details | Light Poetry | |

I wont wait

                                                       I wont wait!


 
    It's always Faster, harder,faster,harder
    Life treats us like a second hand car, come Boxer.      

   It's always sorry next time,sorry next time
   Your lying and your gone.

   I wont wait always, Yes i will! No i wont!
   Make up your mind, I cant cry forever!
 

   
  




Details | Light Poetry | |

Lust

your sensitive skin I so much admire
your complexion my heart so much aspire
your hair, your eye, your attire 
your fragrance which grabs my attention
your body-shape which then capture my affection
your calmness I so much need
that wonderful love indeed
which makes my heart bleed.


Demeter Edwards


Details | Rhyme | |

Dark, cold World.

===== A little rhyme inspired by DaryIsue LockHart's rhymes =====

It is for the lost..  that I wanna find the way,
Out from this dark place, of pain and misery.
Back to ourselves.. how we were, when we were young,
Before evil played its hand, before the time we got stung.

I wanna be free..  but that'll have to wait!
I'm trapped by emotion, by feelings soo great.
And I'm not alone.. in this victims prison,
D.I.Y Labotomy, I'll make the first incision.

I don't want drugs, to ease my pain,
I found Nirvana.. but can't get back again!
Some say I'm insane!  This train of thought I'm on,
Goes through a portal to another dimension.

But it's a dark, cold world.. where I know no fear,
My heart it stops, my mind sharpens.. becomes clear,
When I look into your eyes.. I can see your soul,
I can reach into your heart.. but I might lose control!

Sometimes I can see.. just a little too much,
And round-about that time, I start to lose touch,
See.. I know why you hurt, but I could hurt them too!
I'd make them scream, long, sweet, songs of sorry.. just for you.

However.. I know something, that they don't know,
I've had a little glimpse, of the place, that they go,
Where they like to turn the tables.. and play little games,
Where sticks and stones hurt, but so will the names!

Till then.. keep strong!  Keep your mind awake,
You've walked through fire, I think you should take a break,
But you've seen the enemy, like me.. you wanna fight,
Thats why I walk alone, with no shadow, in the night.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Picture Worth A Single Word

Not a thousand words it spoke;
In fact it spoke but one;
A word that somehow troubled me
For it could surely stun

The viewers of this frame: Hate.
A word that we all know;
A word that only sickens me
For damage it does sow.

You boldly called it artwork;
A fairly heavy claim
For persons of such little truth
Who only wish to blame

Others for their shortcomings;
You put us in the wrong;
You propagate your growing hate
And string the world along.

How dare you call this artwork!
How dare you claim a right
To hang this up with other works
That do not hurt or slight

Men and women just like you.
For don’t we hurt? Or bleed?
Do we not feel the very same
Essential human need

For love? To simply belong?
We are art. This is hate.
And of this matter I shall not
Accept your ill debate.


Details | Sonnet | |

Dear Beloved

Sometimes we wish for someone rear
Material things we hold so dear
We tend to miss the sight of care
Allowing sincerity to disappear

Thinking about it I'd rather you near
What matters the most is you truly care
The things you do makes me amazed,
Material things you've totally replaced

The thought of your touch runs through my mind,
And gives me chills throughout my spine
The thought of your kiss is oh so divine
Each bite each nibble is one of a kind

So many have searched for one so refine
The truth is I'm just glad you're all mine



©RashanaKing2010


Details | Rhyme | |

someone cares

Someone cares if I'm happy today 
If my day is cheerful and bright? 
Someone somewhere cares if I'm feeling ok 
If everything going just right. 

Someone somewhere cares if I eat
If there is food in my fridge and plates full at my table.
Someone somewhere cares if I have clothes on my back and shoes on my feet
They keep my mental state stable. 

Here I sit wondering if someone still thinks about me.
Pondering if that someone is still out there.
Is this how life is always going to be
And if that someone still remembers, I care about them too if they care about me.


Details | Haiku | |

Monument

Forgotten but here
Remembered yet never there
Why do you exist?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Springtime Dawn

Early I came alive this spring morning,
Shorter was last night, I realize 
Gone were those hours of darkness
It’s time for the novice to arise

Looked on the nature with panoramic view
Spread was the greenery around,
In the palms of picturesque mist 
The season of spring could be found

Rambled alone along the street,
 Vacant was the boulevard
The silence of human kind,
Invoked in me a fanatical bard

Impaled by a ray of sun,
The universe was set to brighten
And in the universe of me,
Was set the soul to lighten



Details | Senryu | |

Captured

sensuality
her eyes emotional bliss
takes me beyond all


one kiss motivates
warming soul beyond compare
capturing my heart

simple words control
sending waves of pleasant stirs
returned in passion

written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name Romantic Senryu Contest  

date written
01/29/2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Rant #01

My life flutters by, like a butterfly.. a lullaby,
Making me cry and sigh, untill I die,
I'm lying here thinking..  it's all been a waste,
Just a hasty taste, of all the pleasures I've chased.

This P.M.A, which I display, every day,
Is the only way, I'll make it through.. yeah, I'm Okay,
Positivity, with a Darkside twist,
Missing the point..  do I even exist?

I kissed the lips of fate, now I cannot escape,
The caped-crusader, keeps me safe, from ass-rape.
I predict, great things!  For me, at any rate,
Inflating my ego, fashionably late.

Now I've arrived, only the Fastest will survive,
Use your double talking jive, none will be left alive!
But If you don't attack..  I won't have to defend,
And send you to Hell, let's pretend this is the end.

Draw up a treaty, sweety.  What we want is Peace,
Not monopoly on World War 3, this madness.. it must cease!
Are YOU insane?  'Causing pain?  Check your brain!
The lame-ass excuses all remaining the same.. again.

My Brain's a machine, running at obscene speeds,
You don't know my thoughts, my words or all my deeds,
My needs are the same as yours.. we both bleed,
So read the writing on the wall, and your mind will be freed.

They say I'm LoCo.. smoke too much, it's a joke.. oh!
My Woman's been messing 'round town.. go get the gun Joe,
Slow down! Where you going?  I'm just blowing off steam!
Blowing up time.  In space, can't hear you scream.

NO!  I'm not mad!  I'm totally sane,
But it feels like sometimes, we're all on a crazy train.
First-class ticket, next stop.. the Asylum,
I need the Ghostbusters!  There's no answer when I dial 'em!

So who am I gonna call?  The Police will arrest ME!
For aggravated assualt.. they're not getting me easy!
Lock me up?  With no fags and no drink?
I'm gonna go ballistic!  You'd better go and fetch the Shrink!

You wanna hold me back?  Get the Feds and the Army,
I'll take some drastic measures if you really wanna harm me!
Calm yourself down.. learn to see with both eyes,
Time flies..  surprising how fast it slips by.


Details | Senryu | |

' Write: Because You Love To Write ... ' 58th Senryu

‘ Write:  Because You Love To Write … ’   58th  Senryu



    Read:  For More Insight
Write:  Because You Love To Write
     Speak:  Invite … Unite


Details | Rhyme | |

Remembering Tom

Just like cleaning the kitchen floor,
The school convention was such a bore
Dire Straits flyers preoccupied the walls,
As pompous cheerleaders strutted the halls
Rosie Garcia such pretentious feign,
Was once a friend but never again
An island girl who came from Saint Kitts
Her favorite snack was cheesy tid-bits
Throughout her voice came a complex tone
Not a Hammond organ, but more of a trombone
Like a pushy vacuum salesman that comes to your front door
She had great fame and fortune yet still wanted more 
As in the word UFO, she was out of this world
With her outrageous hairstyle and her frizzed up curl
Rumors were she had lost a big gig
Reason being she’s such a pig
With her boyfriend, I prefer wine and dine
He's totally handsome and exquisitely fine
Like nuclear waste having a dangerous impact,
Two of them together was like a suicidal pact
Spandex boxer shorts were the trendy thing,
But to tell the truth they were not for spring
His eyes they emitted a laser beam
Right then I felt as if drifting downstream
Unlike lunar craters made from a depression
What I felt for him was more than an obsession
To think about it she wasn't a big issue,
like a easily removed bruise from a Listerine soaked tissue
I felt as if going through a chronic insomnia
Through hallucinations came a terrific idea
I would let everyone think she's was totally insane,
And that she had wormholes within her brain
Then again she would become total has been
Receiving her similar dose of medicine,
In the end I would be the one that he adores
What can I say than I just cannot be ignored.

©RashanaKing2010


Details | Lyric | |

FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



Details | Rhyme | |

The Model's Mirror

Scanning for the perfect
model inspired by Leonardo's
rendering of his muses.
I ask the oracle....
Mirror,mirror on the world.
Who's the most fairest girl
of them all.
Searching high + searching
low ...finally the mags I let
them yieldingly show.
And who should I find with the
most fairest complexion?
Why,the wearers of precious 
jewels recieved the first 
spark of attention.
Alibaster porcelin skin ,lights +
sparkles in her eye's 
reflection.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hate

I Hate You! Yo did it again. I don't know why i keep going back to you. You have hurt me so 
much. You say you love me then you stab me in the heart. You say your sorry and then 
cheat on me. I don't know why but you think it's a joke when you say you love someone you 
need to mean it. I hate you so much! yor are a a&& of a person. You need to become a 
better person. You have hurt so many peole. Love is something you don't take lightly. I hate 
you because all of the pain you have put me through, and it will never change


Details | I do not know? | |

They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


Details | Rhyme | |

Has the Glory of God Left the Church


Has the Glory of God Left the Church? 

Before the next church service gets started… 
Should it read, on the door; 
“God's glory has departed? “
Many come to worship and don't even know. 
That's God's glory left such 
a long time ago. 
Many build their Sunday experience 
on “past traditions.” 
Built on man-made rules and “false expectations.” 
They don't want to hear the gospel of holiness! 
”It may offend.” 
Their pastor no long preaches 
on what the Bible says is sin. 
Some have been going to 
church for many years. 
Still looking for teachers with “itching ears.” 
Is the true presence of God 
is no longer there? 
It's no longer found in their 
worship or prayer. 
God's judgment shall begin at this very place. 
It hasn't happened yet, because of 
his unfailing grace. 
If God's presence has been left from your life as well, 
Remember his love for you will, never fail. 
Seek his awesome presence each day you live! 
He gave his son for you!
 What more could he give? 
Won’t you see his glory this very hour?
And be renewed by his word 
 and life-changing power! 

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Remember

Can you remember?
It wasn't long ago.
Do you still feel it?
Can you hear their voices?
It's important that they know.
I was where they are,
and in ways still am,
but His grace I discovered,
and now am compelled
to tell them all,
but even more than that,
to show them His great mercy.
That's the place I dwell,
the place I live,
the place I belong.


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Still In Love With My Wife


Still In Love With My Wife...

My son came to me with 
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”
He said, “Daddy—are you still 
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when 
I was in her tummy?”

My eyes choked with tears; 
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”
“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you 
will always belong.”

I looked down and much to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my son's eyes.
He came running to me with arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.
I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.

His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.
I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 



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With The Best Of Intentions And A Heart Of Grace


With the best of intentions and a heart of grace…
Christ died on a cross!  He took our place!

With the best of heaven close by his side…
Christ opened the door to heaven ever so wide!

With the best love that anyone could bring…
He took away our sin and “erased” everything!

With the best that his father could bring from above.
It was his gifts of mercy, 
grace and love!

With the “best” man could offer, he would still “fall short.”
God brought the gift of salvation,
 down into our “court.”

With hearts filled with wickedness and so much sin…
Through Christ’ shed blood... 
 We can be made “born again!”

With each day we have...  Christ is always here!
His commitment to us is everlasting and secure!

With every moment of the day 
 we have before us…
May we spend time with God…  
He’s always with us!

With what God has given to you….  
Won’t you come to him?
Through his son Jesus, 
your heavenly journey begins!

“I LOVE YOU!” Are the words God has written!
This can be the day your changed and forgiven!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Diversity

Diversity
I was born out of a number,
Faces defining my world,
and I've always been inclined to cumber
the distress I witness at this berth
against the figure.

Yes, the figure that is and is not,
because I have no culture, no heart, nor home.
I am something light tricks to be, an illusion of diversity,
the colour of your teething bone,
the greatest profanity
being humanity,
I am much less-the unfortunate- the unknown.

Words are nothing without your lips,
and spite can't see without some tongue.
So being human cannot reason
without some puncture to the lung.

If there is a God he is not here,
the reliance of invisibility
is one to me
an unintelligibly cowardliness of fear.
You want the air, to take care of what you said was your own will.
You want new souls to suffer for an ancient bill.
You want me to stand and say I am sorry for something I haven't done,
when you're the one,
who is ticking the times tables incorrectly.

Today will be tomorrow and soon after the great past,
If you don't want history
to be seeded in misery
then you should stand out and make it last.

I was born out of a number,
mathematically spiralled into life,
and so far I still find it a struggle
to understand the joy of waking.

To be born is to be alone,
To live is to be surrounded,
To die is to be free,
but for that you must work first.

And I don't barter with this curse,
if there is nothing- I may as well exist a little first.
But what I can't compose is how I see these faces,
where others separate by numbers, words and races,
I only see one in the mirror:

human.


Details | Romanticism | |

a day to be mindful of

have you ever had that perfect day?
the day when no matter what the world can seem to do no wrong?
when everything seems right?
savour it i tell you!
cherish every last moment of it for tommorow may not be the same,
for you see though you may have one good day,
 many bad days filled with dark emotions shall follow,
however you see,
even though your in a bad spot,
youve had good times,
many of them too,
and nothing on earth,
not evan death can remove them from you,
for moments may last a second,
but memorys last forever.


Details | I do not know? | |

Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)


...Staggering, my vision cloudy,


I fall to the hard ground.


when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,


and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.



I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,


still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.



I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,


my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.



It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,


I summon the strength from deep within,


I rise, slowly, to face the day,


I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,


to drown,


for I am stronger now,


indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,


I stand, bruised and bloody,


still,


I stand,


I refuse, to sink, to drown,


for they can try, to punish me some more,


but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


;-)


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I Wish God's Best For YOU


I Wish God’s Best For YOU!! I wanted to take some time to say. May God’s spirit touch your life today! I wanted to take some time to tell you… How much God really cares for you! I want to make it known and express.. In Jesus… You’ll find a haven of rest! I hope that you’ll take some time for HIM… And experience the joy of being born again! I wish for God’s mercy to enrich your soul… And for his direction wherever you go! I wish for God’s best in whatever you endeavor! And for HIS blessings to be with you forever! I wish for you and y our family’s divine protection… And experience the power of Christ’ resurrection! May God fulfill your ambitions and dreams… And fill your life with many good things! May the words of God always surround you! May your life touch those around you! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Didactic | |

A Secretarial Promise

The whistling wire held the scene, 
headlong in wisdom and ulterior motives, 
glistening midst the mid morning dew. 
A pariah was needed, a messianic fraud, 
a masochistic minister 
draped solemnly in monastic garbs, 
eloquent in verse and fluent in scripture. 
The candidates were few in number, 
but fastidious in hope, 
eagerly chaining themselves to the 
Byzantine pillars of top down tenacity, 
passively quoting the quintessential paradigms, 
a multitude of woe. 

The secretarial promise was soon fulfilled, 
placidly preserved. 
The malamide drenched doyens of crystalline faith 
drew blood from the stone, 
usurping the misogynistic hierarchy 
of erstwhile fatherhood, 
trampled underfoot. 
“Leave time as it is… without redemption or hope.” 

The carnival of carnality 
led an abattoir in bloom, 
methodically maligning 
the mythic gesture of choral pragmatism, 
an existential orifice pervading ingrate lust. 
Adjacently exposed, the ballpoint corridors 
of evangelical awareness lay silently intact. 
Tracing the tactless tracts of 
faecal vocalism and liberalistic aesthetics, 
slithering amidst loquacious prose. 
Seething under the rhythmic theocracy of solicited denial, 
ironically implied. 
“Ink stains, smudged with disillusionment, 
partitioned the periphery of each and every lucid statement. 
Fleetingly reserved and intrinsically denounced. 
Drowning amongst the quill tipped cartilage 
of unanimous appraisal.”


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Balance Within

Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...




You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.

Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.

Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.

The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel

That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.

No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.

Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.

As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see... 


Details | Rhyme | |

Respect Comes with Age

My father and my mother sat me down one day
     to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K.
The years passes by as I got to be a teenager
     with high hopes of becoming the first young manager
Life turns out a manager job is not for me
     so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see
My family had taught me with all do respect
     the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect
Like queens and kings we bow our head
     to the people who is wiser in age even when dead
Life as our guide the time we have aged
     is what we leave behind that we are gaged
In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth
     because we age and leave behind a new birth
To those that seek such blessing of heart
     remember this age is respect for living from the start
Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers
     they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers


Details | Blank verse | |

CARNIVÀL

I got
        CRAZY words!

Y’all should see ‘em –
         They’s a
         N’Awleens jumpin’ jazz
festival

    wit’ stilt-walkin’, trash-talkin’
                   jugglers
   ‘n’ flamin’ side-show
  sword swallowers

(Voodoo princess in the corner –
   Doncha think y’oughtta warn ‘er?)

They’s ju-ju in the air
  & frantic dancin’ lewd &
   bawdy
         high-life thugs

Well – they jist ain’t
    in control 
    of they senses

  an’ they sho’ ain’t in control
    of the fences --

Those 

have been

   s t a m p e d e d

I got CRAZY,
   words make hocus-pocus pie
    wit’ jumbalaya ‘n’ sweet paella
      ‘n’ eggplant parmesan --

I think 
   I’ll eat them words –
      I’m sho’ they taste
   Deeeee-lishshsh-ussss

‘n’ they ain’t too bad
    digested ‘n’ re-
    gurgitated, neither!

Yeah! Taste them words
  Wit’ yo’ ears,
   Wit’ yo’ eyes
Wit’ da pre-rational room
In yo’ mind
‘n’ dance, dance to they samba –

Starlit night time
    Drunken, shoutin’ revelers
Aswirl in a frenzy
    Of passion ‘n’ despair

Skirts ‘n’ voices
        Flappin’ in the stompin,
Stomped-up dust storm

I

Got crazy –

                                     WORD!


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Lord Jesus I Give YOU May Love And Respect

	

Lord Jesus, I  give you my
 love and respect,
This promise to you—
I’ll never forget.

I’m glad to call you my friend!
I love you again
 and again!

I may get angry
 a time or two,
But I’ll still love and
 appreciate you!

And as I get older and
 the years go by,
You’ll be there for me!
Till the day I die!

You are my daily
 inspiration,
For you…  I have a deep
Appreciation!

An appreciation for you
 will continually grow.
As your love brings
 goodness to my soul!

By Jim Pemberton






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An Immersion Of Perversion

It seems like there’s almost been a total immersion… Of so many people engaging in perversion! Many are “sin’s slave.” And don’t know what to do! Be careful! It could happen to me and you! Just turn on the television! And you will find… People with very warped and confused minds! All you have to do is read Romans chapter one. And you’ll see the “moral fabric” is being undone! In this passage it makes it so very clear… The wrath of God against evil is very near! The wrath of God is revealed against unrighteousness! He’s a God of truth! And demands holiness! No matter how many laws may say it’s “o.k.” We need to really read what God’s word has to say! God is here and he really wants to teach us… No matter our sin… He can always reach us! The wages of sin is death… But God gives life everlasting! A victorious life in Christ… Is yours for the asking! Why not serve the God who created the heavens above? And be filled with his peace, mercy and love??? By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Stellar


Ok Boo <> Enough about you. Lets talk about me. <>Here’s the reality the truth is the truth<>I cannot lie Not 2 over emphasize<> im not ur average guy I'll now tell you why I'm a blessing in disguise<> The very essence<>of heavenly presents At the perfect time<> Coming seemingly from nowhere Falling out the skies I epitomize And it wont be no surprise When you look in to my eyes And all your worries begin to subside Replaced with exuberance As you begin to feel re -energized
*unedited


Details | Couplet | |

No, No, No

Mary, Mary, quite contrary said no too many times.
The boyfriend did cry foul, and left her standing in her prime.
But that’s OK I tell you, he wasn’t the right man to make a team.
And she was looking for true love, that illusive, lovely dream.

The important thing to remember is what this means to you.
Waiting can make sure that true love, is really, really true.



Details | I do not know? | |

Distinct Individuality

I talk, I scream
I yell, I sing
I laugh, I cry
I live, I die
I love, I hate
I rush, I wait
I spend, I save
I give up, I have faith

Unique Personality
Distinct individuality

I win, I lose
I don't try, I prove
I cause, I prevent
I am soft, I am cement
I eat, I drink
I float, I sink
I rise, I fall
I am short, I am tall

Unique Personality
Distinct individuality

I wake up, I dream
I resist, I feign
I walk, I drive
I surrender, I strive
I stop, I go
I am fast, I am slow
I am hot, I am cold
I am young, I am old

Unique Personality
Distinct individuality

I deny, I allow
I am ashamed, I am proud
I give, I receive
I doubt, I believe
I am king, I am queen
I am ignored, I am seen
I litter, I clean
I am nice, I am mean

Unique Personality
Distinct individuality

I have my own traits
I have my own character
I chose my own behavior
And whether you accept me
or reject me
I will no matter what
Continue to be me.


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AN IDLE NEIGHBORHOOD

Dilapidated houses line these streets.
Lawn furniture that holds memories, best kept discreet.
Neighborhood air redden of cooking.
Seniors who've weathered the years of onlooking.
A tumultuous life for those who have lived here.
With nothing but boredom and occasional fear.
Hollow eyed children,blank with thought.
Raised with the beliefs, of what there parents sought.
A neighborhood best adored from afar.
For living here,would just add to the scar.


Details | I do not know? | |

do you

do u love me
      or 
do u care 

what would u do
         if 
i wasn't there?
 
is this love
      or is it
 lust are u someone i can trust 
?
 
can u fix me when im broken
         using
  words still unspoken?
 
if my heart was in your hand 
           would you
  love me and understand,
 
 understand the words i speak 
                 and
  understand the things i seek?

Do you
Would you ?


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Milroy Farm

Milroy Farm
11-30-08
By
William L. Moore
For
William McCracken Milroy

Sitting in my Deer stand
Upon my Uncles land
Feel the simple breeze
As it whispers through the trees

Waiting for the Deer
Not a single hint of fear
Hear the leaves rustle
In all of the bustle

As they encroach
The closer they approach
It’s really really strange
As they cross the range

As you hear the gun go CRACK
I may have hit his back
He stumbles gently away
And falls where he may lay

I must wait until he dies
Let alone through the cries
I am through with the season
Since I have accomplished my reason

Uncle Bill I thought of you when
I wrote this and wanted to make
Sure that you got it
Love
William Lewis Moore
Bill


Details | Light Poetry | |

ADDICTED TO YOU by Collice Rodrigues

I wish to breathe my last breath in your arms

You’re the one to kill me with your charms

Everybody coaxed me to avoid you but no

You’re that someone who I just can’t let go

 

This world is cruel it has always made me cry

You take me to heaven and teach me to fly

You taught me how to deal with my pain

Without you barren would my life remain

 

You take me to a different world as I hallucinate

And all the pleasures of life you begin to recreate

I’m losing my senses someone tell me who am I

I know I need you but I don’t know why

 

Your absence makes me restless it’s you I need

I am an addict and you are marijuana my weed

I got addicted to you that I intentionally chose

Now that I’m addicted I don’t mind an overdose

 

-Collice Rodrigues

11/11/2010


Details | Free verse | |

Merry Christmas to All

Though we all do celebrate birthdays,
the best birthday,
falls on the twenty fifth of December,
as on this day,
our Lord,
Jesus Christ had been born,
the day is considered indeed great,
as the Son of God,
had come into this world,
and had left us by forgiving our sins,
the day begins,
by people of all castes visiting various Churches,
and offering their prayers to the Lord in here,
on this day,
the day is celebrated with a lot of passion,
and fervour,
wherein we also get to wine and dance, 
and be merry all the while,
the kids are quite happy,
as on this day,
they receive lovely gifts,
for been good kids, 
from a very special man, 
known as Santa Claus
by acting as a postman, 
but differs in style and in his way,
by delivering the gifts in advance,
as he does know that,
there is no use in relying with the snail mail,
and the kids would indeed be sad,
if they don’t get their presents in time,
whereby he does not take the usual route,
but always takes the wrong one,
by entering through the chimneys
or through the fireholes, 
how he does it,
we have no idea,
inspite of been fat,
his favourite are the cookies indeed,
wherein he seeks an easier way to get into the houses of the kids,
here’s a message,
he leaves for you all,
wishing you all a Merry Christmas!!

Dt:-21st November, 2012, Name :- Manu Nair


Details | Rhyme | |

What Is It That You're Looking For



What Is It That You’re Looking For? What is it in life… That you’re looking for? You have a purpose in life. And so much more! The goals and ambitions you face… There are many! But deep down inside you may be feeling “empty.” If it’s pleasure and success you wish to obtain... You’ll find what you need in Jesus’ name! Everything you’ll ever need, you can find in him! Through his resurrection, a new life begins! Won’t you accept his grace and mercy divine? He’s very patient, forgiving and kind! He provides for your needs! So don’t forget… His love has never let go of YOU yet! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Much Like the Sun.

 You look up to the sky.
 It is a normal summer day like any other.
 Sparse clouds line the sky and the sun beats down on you.
 Except this is no ordinary summer day.
 This is the day you ship out.
 You have said your good byes and cried with your lovers.
 The weight of your country rests upon your shoulders.
 It beats down on you much like the sun. 
 It burns you if you are not properly prepared,
 much like the sun.
 Much like the sun you are depended on by all that you known.
 Depended on by your country.
 Much like the sun,
 you fade away into the night appearing in a different country


Details | Rhyme | |

King David and Bathsheba


King David and Bathsheba… David was a great king, who sinned and took a great fall. As lust grabbed his heart, When Bathsheba he saw! In his heart... he sinned as lust was conceived. A plan of murderous lot was soon achieved! This sin led to another! King David planned…. To have Bathsheba's husband killed by his enemies’ hands.. The consequences of his sin was later explained. His first born died, and his son Absalom was slain. Once his sin was conceived, it brought heartache and death. Sin is always this way-- until you take your last breath!. Think of the consequences sin always brings!. And think of what happened To David the king! By Jim Pemberton UNSUPPORTED CODE


Details | Rhyme | |

Where Are Those Where Are They




Details | I do not know? | |

She



A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm,
she came to me,

thunderously raging with raw emotion,
she came to me,

drenched in the essence of truth,
she came to me,

she touched a chord deep inside,
she strummed away all emptiness,

she came to me,

once...

she comes to me,

still...


a gentle presence filling my life,


she comes to me,


still,

a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.





Details | I do not know? | |

First Love

When i first saw her time froze
I tried talking to her with my eyes closed
My voice stumbled out of my lips
My legs got weak I couldn´t feel my hips
I was sweating cold and my hands were slippery
So I ran away and let it be a mystery.


Details | Imagism | |

@#**!MANIAC@#***!!!

I came face to face with a basket case
and yet stayed in place despite wanting to step back a pace.
His eyes glowed with a blue as cold as ice
and i did not move for fear of the price.
I stood my ground not making a sound
 as he did the same not looking around only staring me down.
So i spoke,comming to a choke
and as silence was broke his lips mocked mine as to joke.
No more i stated as i assesed and contemplaited,
nor did he as he patiently waited.
Deciding this was a test,one to be graded,
i set to do my best or leave more jaded.

      (so i spoke yet again to my odd but familiar friend)
 I don't know what your problem might be
as you stand there and stare.
 Trying to look so frightening,
i hope you're aware that i am not scared.
      (His lips yet again repeated the god awful sin)

He mocked sankronizingly every word i had said.
I shouted,don't patronize me and don't try to get in my head!
Yet once again,he mouthed what i had sang.
I sprang with a blow that landed in a bang.
I began to weep at what i discovered through my tears,
for the blood of my knuckles covered a broken mirror.


Details | Free verse | |

Dog Show

Excitement building-Oh, she could feel it,
Thousands of people seating themselves,
Her mistress had her on the grooming table,
Each hair had to be in just the right spot.

This was not the first time for her,
But something was different tonight,
"We have to win this one, my Sweet!
You'll be a Champion if we do!"

Now they were waiting to enter the ring-
Finally, the whistle blew,
Trotting around the ring was exhilerating,
It always made her nerves stand on edge.

The judge was coming to her table,
he probed and felt her carefully,
Then she trotted up and down for him,
"Good!" he said under his breath.

Her mistress paled and almost fainted.

At last, the judging was finished,
She could feel the breathlessness in the air,
She was one of those he looked at a second time,
The moment of truth was at hand.

He pointed at her and said, "She's number one!"

The crowd went wild-the cheering exploded,
Her mistress hugged her, tears getting her fur wet,
As the ribbons were hung around her neck
She thought, "Doggie treats tonight--isn't Life fun!"


Details | Rhyme | |

I've Heard Of A lot Of People

I’ve Heard Of A lot Of People…

I’ve heard of a lot of people who claim to serve God above.
I heard that many of them proclaim a message of his love!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who claim to know him too…
Would one of these people be someone like YOU?

I’ve heard of a lot of people who’ve made it known.
They are making plans to soon
 be in their heavenly home!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who are joyful.  You can tell!
They’re in love with Jesus.  And are doing quite well!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who’ve 
made a wise choice!
They read the word of God and seek their savior’s voice!

I know of a lot of people who have 
made a firm decision…
They’ve given to God their hearts 
and undivided attention!

I know of a lot of people who were stumbling along the way.
Until they met the master…  Who changed their life one day!

I know of a lot of people that will soon be all together…
When the Lord comes back soon and 
takes them with him forever!

I know of a lot of people and I hope you’re one of them…
Who have accepted Christ.  
And are now born again!

I know there’s lot of angels in heaven 
waiting for you and me!
Won’t you join with these people to spend your eternity???

By Jim Pemberton     05/17/12


Details | Free verse | |

A HARSH REALITY

Too many children have had to grow without ever having a parent to know.
Ran through the foster parent system,with no one ever asking them.
And what occurs when they get some bad ones,beatings,isolation,sexual assaults done.
Then growing up and living with what occured,their conscience telling them this is absurd.
So they go through life being afraid and believing that those who hurt them must be obeyed.
It truly is a sick circle they must live in,and how this affects others is truly a sin.
So we must try to get them through this and most times it will be hit and miss.
But someone must be there for them,to ask those crucial questions where and when.
For if they never release that pain inside,they will always surely run and hide.
So "PLEASE" dear LORD! Set there evil free,and when they've released their pain could we 
then work on me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Why I Enjoy Writing Poems



Why I Enjoy Writing Poems... I often have a thought or two on my mind. And have written them in the expression of a rhyme. I’ve tried to write as I feel God has led. And try to do it in love, in what's written & said. At times, I “have stepped on people's toes.” This is not my intention— God really knows. If you've read a poem that I wrote. I hope you were encouraged with hope There’s a message that I pray comes across... "With Christ... all is not lost!" I’ve tried to write poems from my spirit. As an expression of how I live it. The words written are from my heart to you May they be a blessing in whatever you do! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ode | |

HIS WEALTH 1

HIS WEALTH

He was renowned for farming 
ploughing lands as large as atlantic  
but his harvests he keeps beyond the sea
beyond the sea all he got

Down here, his roof leaks
his town roads untared
they make use of his wealth
to paint their town more white

he thinks his wealth is safe 
but the value they use
promising him security and secrecy
to shut their mouth from his people

his pots occupied
by cockroach and rats
as had been aboandoned by his wife
his children grow everyday
developing big belly and head

He goes back to use ibeleju as lamp
but he claims to be rich
his children goes fishing to pay their fees
the school fees he has refused to pay

they built a school for their wards
and beg them to look inside papers
nobody pays a penny
those are the people beyond the sea

his wealth is intact
but had been used
times without number for their anuual budget
they beyond the seas

Worms leak his intestine
and his offsprings from six to two
he took their looks to the people
the people beyond the sea

they gave him a name "Malaria"
Malaria took them all
contented he came
carring no less for his kwashiokor wards

His bicycle like buried iron
yet he appears before his kinsmen
to speak in language that tingles
they smirk at him

though the gods let him live
his expliots and wealth
managed and utilized by the people
the people beyond the sea

he claims to be learned
while they have brain washed him
he trusted them
and left our heritage

the gods forbide
our black heritage
that our fathers died to protect
like our brotherly love

Our heritage
that forbade greed
he forgot our maxim
that of Unison

him that our fathers gave the "Ofor"
the Ofor that represents power
power to protect our interest
our black interest

the gods bear us witness
witness of our unquenched suffering
starving in front of plenty
plenty at the so called bank

banks beyond the sea banks
the name for their civilised theft
theft because they use the value
the value of your wealth
to reinforce themselve

the Ofor has fallen
from his hands
the gods has departed  from him
but he will not believe

our chambers now lagoons
lagoons from the light shawers
our tables now canoes
and soup spoons paddle

mosquitoes now our pets
nursing our children
our working age amended
starting from 6  to sleep

our heads now bald
not from age
but from fetching water
water from the eden 


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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


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Men of November 1963 - 2008

Today, forty-five years ago, we heaved
this weight to our shoulders,
not seeing, knowing its complete meaning,
yet beckoning to ask why not?
 
You are now asked to carry this light's great intent:
to find, explore the fiber and nerve of essential need.
Define ways, delicate means.
Yes, leverage our dexterous technology,
whose logic claims bold, deft plans.
 
You are the leader, who my very own son,
on a cold winter night, on his campus,
not two years before --
yes, you had sent his eyes aglow, with goose bumps
dancing on his tender pale skin;
he'd gulp hope like he'd feast
on his mom's mashed potatoes ...
 
Now, we will bring you more, my captain -
you have engaged the imagination
of the whole world watching, one in whom
places informed hope, forged in the school
of knocked about and down and not quite up again.
But surely not out. Not us. Not now.
 
And, now together, our first step.
 
 
 
COPYRIGHT 12/23/2008


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Someday

“Someday”
Why is “someday” such a sad word?
When one like “never” is so much worse?
Why....why “someday”?

“Someday!”
Why is “someday” such a sad, sad word?
Perhaps the saddest one I’ve ever heard...
Why “someday”?

Everybody
has somebody
Except me, it seems
but that's not why I want to leave

So out of it
feel “out of it”
Never was in
can't find the way 

"Life’s one big bluff
Keep a straight face
Don’t let ‘em see your cards."

Yeah, life’s one big God-forsaken bluff
and I’m about to jump off

Someday, I thought you’d find me
Someday, I thought you’d love me
But someday ....
...someday......
someday NEVER CAME

“Someday,” they say, “You’ll find somebody.”
“Someday, you will be happy.”
“Someday, life will mean something.”
But someday I'll be SICK of waiting

Someday, you’ll see why it can’t be
Someday we’ll ALL be sorry
One day
sweet day
I’ll find my way 
out of this body.

http://vimeo.com/26557410


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What Do I Say To The One Who's Given So Much

What Do I Say…  To The One Who’s Given So Much?

What do I say…  To the one who’s given so much?
How I enjoy being with him…  
And long for his touch!

What do I say…  To the one who’s changed 
my way of living?
I’ve been changed by his love and power of forgiving!

What do I say…  To the one who’s brought 
a hope I never knew!
He has brought me a new meaning in
 the words; “I LOVE YOU!”

What do I say…  To the one who’s 
brought me healing?
He has restored my life and brought a wonderful feeling!

What do I say…  To the one who’s
 give me his very best?
He’s taking away all of my worries, 
heartache and stress!

What do I say…  To the one who is God’s precious son?
When I get to heaven…  I hope he’ll say; “well done!”

What will I say…  When one day, this life I’ll depart?
Throughout my life, may I keep Jesus close to my heart!

What do I say…  To the one whom I call my friend?
I shall sing his praises over and over again!

What Jesus has to say…  Brings comfort to my soul!
He’s here now and is with me wherever I go!

Where Jesus is…  Is where I want to be!
What he gives…  Is a NEW life for you and me!

By Jim Pemberton


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I Didn't Think So

Who said that you could decide my life for me?
Did i grant permission for you to choose?
Who said that you could make my decisions?
Did i let you decide what i lose? 

You came along and just thought,
That i was easy, too raw,
But I'm telling you now,
I'm like nothing you've ever seen before...

Who said that you could say those things for me?
Did i give you any right?
Who said that you could do that to me,
And i wouldn't put up a fight?

I'm telling you just one more time,
Just making sure you know,
Did i ever say you could bully me?
I didn't think so...


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Drinkin Buddies

Pour a shot for me, pour a shot for you.
Swallow down, so quick is the liqueur.
You recoil in pleasure, it tastes good.
Set it up again, time to put up another two.

You think about forgetting the pain,
But your just making it all worse.
Slowly, slowly the picture gets dizzier,
Good judgement goes down the drain.

You love the crown, and he does his job,
Making you feel heavy then ultra light.
Words mind as well be backwards,
And all your thoughts, so many, he did rob.

You look at each other, sloppily thinking,
And you remember what you did forget.
Unsure if the other is feeling the same way.
Look away, wondering, both keep drinking.

F- it! You slow melt into the way it was.
Sooo goooood, but oh soooo baaaaadddd!
The restraint clock is over, time to give in,
You're already too far, no stop, no pause.

Tricky is the soundtrack, intense is the play.
Between are you two, crazy is this game.
Long, amazing, wishing it could last forever,
But you doubt it, you wake sober the next day. 

Was so much fun, and it was much shattering.
Again, you are so weak, you shake your head.
Your foolishness, your eyes drawn asunder.
But so much more then one night of smattering. 

You part, intense attraction you have to ignore,
But so comfortable and also so careless.
You try not look over you shoulder at the other.
Never again... Hell, till they put up two more.


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lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


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Tall Tales

With muse in hand I must come up with great stories
That it keeps it's seeker longing for more of it's caption
free verse sonnet haiku or just stopping on by
I'm sure that there's something you may find very interesting




Tribute To Writers Here At
P.S.

Also Entry For 
Brian Strand's
Poulter's Measure
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I Think About A Time I Once Loved God

I Think About A time.... I think about a time, when I would take time to pray. I wanted to talk to God. Just about every day. I think about a time, when I had a Godly passion. Loving others for Christ was a deep compassion. I think about a time, when to church I went. Spending time with God, was time well spent. I think about a time when I would have many “dreams.” Desiring the best of life, whatever it brings. I think about a time when I reached my teenage years. I was “losing” some of the things I once held so dear. My thoughts about God and his word began to “unfold.” As my life was rejecting the things I was told. My life began to “spiral down” with no way out. I began to have doubts as to what everything was about. The relationship I once had with God began to devour. I no longer felt his love in my life. Things went sour! My life really was empty with no satisfaction within. As I became involved with so much sin. Then one night I cried out; “God... Can you please help me?” “I can’t do it without YOU!” “I need you desperately!” As I began to cry… I felt God’s presence all around. I once was lost and hopeless. But NOW I was FOUND! There were many things that God helped me to let go! He filled me with HIS love and brought peace to my soul! Won’t you allow God to be your life’s foundation? You too can receive his love and wondrous salvation! By Jim Pemberton


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Why do we do This?

counting the miles 
that seem to take forever 
why do we do this? 

thousands of people 
different creed, colour and race 
gather together 
they run 
in unison 
over cobbles 
over stones

the diferent generations
grandpa,mother and child
unite as one 
as they run for the charity 
that helped her son 
over cobbles 
over stones

the different social classes
upper,middle and lower
join a group 
pushing for the same thing 
a charity 
over cobbles
over stones

why do we do this?


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"Fight"

After all the stress and loss
After all is said, it is not done
We can rise, differently than the phoenix
Crawl to our feet bleeding and scarred
Take a look at ourselves beaten and marred
And push forth, plow through the persistent pain 
Give the struggles in life a fight of their own
Give those who are still down a hand and bandages
Join together for the good fight against life
Make a difference to the indifferent 
Take a hammer to the chains binding the world
And release the hopes that have been so long caged
Free yourself, free your family, free your friends
Fight


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Worship The Creator Not The Creature


Worship the Creator.... Many worship the creature(man)... rather than the creator. This is often portrayed on t.v. and the theater. Twisting God's truth into a corruptible lie, Many seek anything they feel will "satisfy." Their minds become filled with wickedness of every kind. Not willing to give a loving God just a little of their time. Addictions creep in... often catching one unaware. Soon, trapping people into temptation's snare. Only the blood of Jesus can give a way to escape. You must do it now-- before it's too late! Only through him, can you have victory each day. With every temptation... Jesus will make a way! Worshiping the creator is what you were designed to do. All of heaven anxiously extends an invitation to you! Allow Jesus to bring true joy and satisfaction to your soul! It's only in him, that you can be set free and made whole! By Jim Pemberton


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The Revolutionaries

“You don't know what freedom is; if you
Knew what it was, you would fight for it
With your bare hands" - Heroditus, Greek Historian.


 
The cannon balls flew like comets in front of their faces,
But they feared not; the flame of ushering change
Deep in their souls was much hotter than the cannon balls,
Or even a star that was about to explode.
 
They marched from all sides, like ants heading to their anthills;
They roared with rage, like gladiators entering the coliseum.
 
Change had become inevitable; death became a gateway to immortality
The fear faded away like the morning mist; the subjects reciprocated into masters
Of their own destiny.

---------

Rebels, at last!
No one can protect that convoy from its fatal blast
 
Counting steps every night, 
Forgetting faces, forgetting the blood shed
Freedom found, through’ burst of glory
Warheads, brave no longer scared
Coping with what is right and wrong; a world, scaring us too long
Profound in their atmospheres, a taste of healing

Up the hill, rejoicing, once more to the sound of victory
Sadden, by the loss of eternal life, beautiful and courageous
A cannonball waiting to be carried home, tonight
A fight for our country, and beliefs, death by the better man
Who else to choose our destiny?


Teddy Kimathi & Poetry Destroyer A, aka Linda

(A Collaboration)


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A Love That Can't Be Controlled Or Contained

A Love That Can’t Be Contained… What God’s done for me… Is hard to explain it. When it comes to his love… I can’t “contain it!” The love he brings… The joy untold… Is very precious. And worth more than gold! Without him in my life… What would I do? He brings new meaning to the words; “I LOVE YOU!” Just to know him and the beauty there is in his name… He brings comfort and joy. This is why he came… Won’t you accept his gift of eternal life today? And allow his presence to brighten your day? A relationship with him is his divine will… To the storms of life… He speaks; “peace be still!” Allow him to make your life complete within… And you’ll find the atonement for every sin! He is God. Your provider … And so much more! He’s here right now. What are you waiting for??? By Jim Pemberton 06/06/11


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Dear Lord Your Beauty Is Admirable


Dear Lord, your beauty is admirable!
Your eternal love is very desirable!

The words you speak bring joy to my soul!
You’ve restored and made me whole!

Your presence is wonderful and sweet!
With you in my life…  I am totally complete!

You have blessed me with so many things.
Everlasting goodness is what you bring!

I’m so thankful for all I have received.
An abundant life with you, I have achieved!

I bless and praise your wonderful name!
I’m so happy you’re here and glad you came!

Your abundance of grace is more than I can speak of!
You’ve done so much more than I can think of!

All of my praise to you I am now giving!
You’ve brought to me a new way of living!

It is you that I will forever treasure and adore!
With you in my life…  I couldn’t ask for more!

By Jim Pemberton   



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New Relationship

I already don't like you
even as I cling to your warmth
and allow you to caress me tenderly.

Moaning, any lustful union
is a sort of death - 
No life will come of death
No future will be found in death

We were finished before we met
Concluded before we began
Cursed before we could be blessed
Dead before love could be created.

I feel peaceful and warm,
ensconced in your gentle demeanor,
you who are so willing and eager 
to love and be loved.

I am an artist
and an actor
and a fake
and a cheat.

Alone in my tyranny
Separated by my black heart
Unable to give you what you want
I extend and kiss you and sigh.


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Memory

When I walked through the door,I could tell something was wrong,
The house was quiet,clothes all packed,everyone was gone.
Me and ole jack daniels sit and talked over the situation,
Thought about the mood I was in and came up with this conclusion.
I need to buy a car,one built for speed,
Something that goes real fast,to outrun you'r memory.
Smoke the tires down two-o-five,headin out of town,
Take it to one hundred and ten,so you'r memory can't run me down.
Traveled the roads from shore to shore,
Just can't outrun you'r memory anymore.
Have to get on home,face my misery,
Go back to an emty house and me.
Need to buy a car,one built for speed.
Need to put the nose in the wind and run back to you'r memory.
Need to grab the gears,mash that peddle to the floor,
Because I wont run from you'r memory anymore.


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I'd Rather Have Jesus

I’d Rather Have Jesus…

I’d rather have Jesus 
than riches or gold!
I’d rather have him than
 anything in this world!

I’d rather have Jesus than 
any kind of wealth!
He’s brought to my life healing
and good health!

I’d rather have Jesus than 
anyone I know!
His blessings in me, 
is what he wants to bestow!

I’d rather have Jesus than what 
anyone could give!
He is has given an abundance 
of love each day I live!

I’d rather have Jesus instead 
of being “famous!”
The life that he brings to me… 
 Is rather gracious!

I’d rather have Jesus!  
My soon and coming king!
H’s life for mine is what 
he does bring!

Won’t you accept this same Jesus!  
He loves you so much!
You’ll never be the same 
after his special touch!

By Jim Pemberton


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This Merciless City

In this merciless city,
There is no place for a love so true.
In this merciless city,
It is a crime to love.
Here, love is considered a taboo.

In this merciless city
A teardrop makes up for a desire.
In this merciless city,
Love is playing with fire.


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I will rise

I will rise
from the bodies
you threw down
you wasted,
gunning down old men's dreams
and women's smiles.
I will shake the leathery hand of rejection,
and scream blue success,
until you take your last breath
and sink below.
I will earn my drum
and beat it tirelessly. 
I will rise
I will shine
I will concur.


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Lord There's Nothing As Precious As You


Lord, There’s Nothing As Precious As You!

Lord, there’s nothing as precious as you!
There’s no one who’s so faithful and true!

There’s nothing as beautiful as your love for me!
I love you and want to be with you for all eternity!

There’s nothing that compares 
with your beauty untold.
None of this world’s riches...  
Nor it’s silver or gold!

Your glory reigns above and is supreme!
You are the Lord God over the earth and everything!

How I long for your touch!  That I may be whole!
I will sing of your praises wherever I  go!

May my love for you be focused into a new direction.
As I celebrate the power of your
 glorious resurrection!

My soul longs for you, as in a dry and thirsty land.
Behold all of the wonderful works,
 from your hands!

May you be lifted up in everything I do!
As my way of expressing how I appreciate YOU!

You gave me what I need and so much more!
You’re the one that I worship and adore!

You’ve given me a new life that I never had.
And brought comfort and joy.  I am so glad!

Thank you my Lord and dearest friend!
To this I say: “Hallelujah” And “Amen!”

By Jim Pemberton


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Come Back Into The Closet


Across this country, there’s more people 
“coming out of the closet.”
Any sense of a Godly direction.  
They’ve seemed to have “lost it.”

Often talking about their life. And are not ashamed…
Often bringing dishonor to God’s holy name.

Perhaps “going back into the closet,” 
is where you need to be.
And think for a minute….Where you’ll spend eternity.

God is still God.  He is righteous but also holy and just.
He asks all to give him our heart.  
Our obedience.  And trust!

Perhaps in the closet .    A time of seeking God should be spent.
A time to have fellowship...   A time to repent.

During this time you can spend with God….  
And HIM alone.
Asking him to bring  peace, 
hope and love into your home.

This closet can give you a “quiet time.”  A time “to be still.”
A time to seek God.  And to do his will.

May you allow your heart, toward HIM
 to be yielded and broken.
And time to meditate on  some of the 
words that he’s spoken.

If it’s the closet that you truly want to come out.
You can tell everyone:  ”Jesus IS what life is about!”

Allow HIM to cleanse and make you whole within…
As his blood cleanses you and takes away every sin!

Spending time with God…  You’ll be glad you did.
His abundance and overcoming life…  He’ll freely give!

God wants to be with you.  By a “divine appointment.”
Experience his life changing power, and a GODLY enjoyment!

By Jim Pemberton


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Elijah And The Prophets Or Baal



Serving God Or Baal??? The Bible speaks of Elijah who challenged the prophets of Baal. To see who’s God was true. And who’s God would fail! The prophets of Baal cried out to their God in vain. But when Elijah cried to his God... Then the fire came! The people of Israel were astonished by what they saw! Fire from heaven… Consuming the sacrifice, water and all! Child of God… There’s a message that God wants you to know… Which God are you serving? A false one? Or the one who loves you so? Baal (this world), or Jesus… The choice must be made! There’s no middle road. It’s Jesus… Or being sins’s slave! Won’t you allow the fire from heaven to consume your sin? Renew your commitment to Jesus… And not sinful men! By Jim Pemberton


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Hope

Holy books says it all
You taught me how to crawl
This will never change
Never ends never fades
Dear God where you are?
Shattered piece of childish dreams
This will never change
Never ends never fades.

I can fight for all my life,
Not broken, not broken inside
Never be so frustrated,
Not going to commit suicide.

Fuc*ing faith will fall,
Mortals will stand tall
Hell and heaven are all the same
Live your life, don't die in vain

Only you and I can make 
A better world for tomorrow
Have faith in yourself
And wipe off the tears of sorrow

Make me scream, Make me cry
I'll never fail to try.
This night's has an end
No pain will remain


Details | Haiku | |

Wild flowers

Those that know 
the beauty of wild flowers
don,t pick them.


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These Three Words I LOVE YOU

These Three Words… I was thinking of something God spoke to me the other day. It was powerful and almost “took my breath away…” These three words; “I love YOU!” Were clearly spoken… I didn’t know what to do. I felt worn out and broken… I cried and waited for something to change from within. This “voice” I heard… Would I hear it again??? I looked for a bible. Any one I could find … I had to seek an answer to settle my mind. I opened up to the book of John and began reading… I realized it was Jesus… That my life was needing... I read the first few chapters including John 3:16. About God’s love, which can make my heart clean I was so thankful and joy came deep inside. Bowing my head… I wept and cried. I was sorry for the many sins I had committed... Jesus forgave me… Now my sins are omitted! I’m so thankful for the gift of life I’ve received. When I came to Jesus and simply believed!!! I am drinking of the living water that never shall run dry. God has promised: “all of your needs. I shall supply! Thanks be to God! Glory and praise I shall give him! Won’t you give him a chance? He’s here to listen! He alone can do what no other power could ever do! The words he speaks to everyone are; “I LOVE YOU!” Listen to his words… It’s a heart-felt invitation… You too can receive his mercy and salvation! By Jim Pemberton 01/28/11


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Rainbow People Let the Gods Fight Their Own War

(To My Proud Daughters of a Man-made World)
We shift shapes and shades all day long
Happy or sad we cleanse our souls with a song. 
Together we sat giving company, counting crows,
The rhythm of our lives echoed in the shore.
We are the rainbow people known to all;
We answered the world to its beck and call.
Then came the fateful day, mighty and dark
We set out on a mission - a journey to embark.
We dreamt of a butterfly dream, soulful and bright
But the passage to heaven was out of sight.
Our glorious land was ravaged by the gods,
We lost our sight and calculated the odds.
Hunger and stupor became our hosts
We were defeated, but all is not lost.
The wind fails to favor our sail, our spirits encumber
In the land of lost we were outnumbered. 
The soul shifts in the endless tyranny of life
Wicked wisdom cuts us through like a knife. 
The golden gate was rusty, the eyes wander for shade 
We marked the silver lining with our rotten blade.
So long my sweet angels I bid thee well
We spread to prosper but I cannot tell.
We are the sisters of a mother’s womb
Until the day we rest on a solitary tomb.
We burned the sacred books to get rid of the cold,
To the world that is yet to come – We are the mold.
________


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Dance

My baby
My precious
My warm and glowing light
I cannot seem to sleep at night
For dreaming while I'm awake.

I dream of the kindness I see in your eyes
And I yearn to be able to hold you.
I dream of what Dubai is gonna look like
And how happy I think I'm gonna feel
Complete.
Content

Radiant.

Over and over I say your name, and only because it brings its you I've fallen in love with.
Suki
My Suki
You
are my
Suki!
Lol, my friend I can't say it enough and I absolutely love it.
Love you.

Aw man, if ever there were words, I'd sing them to you.
If only there were actions that showed you strong enough, I would do nothing else but
dance them for you.

But let me tell you this, my sweet love.
I have my whole life to sing
My whole life to dance
My whole life to dream.

And I want nothing more than to spend my life doing those things with you.


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Free Spirit

Kiss me 
Caress me
Undress me
Hold me firm, against you
Tease the nap of my neck
With the hotness of your breath
Playfully, bite me
Get me all raunched up!
Let your hands wander and roam
Seduce my body 
Bumping and grinding
Teasing me, from behind
Entice me with your manhood
As you feel between my thighs
Feeling the warm, flowing nectar
Addictive, first taste!
Your fingers and tongue
Working their erotic magic
My body in an uncontrollable frenzy
The experience, driving me wild!
En-trancing me with your masculinity!
Pleasurable, involuntary shudders
Climaxing
Surrendering
Smiling
Free Spirited


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Parade for Christ by Kenny Davis

Parade for Christ by Kenny Davis

I open my eyes, excited for today
As I await the parade with Christ leading the way

His children march on with their banners waved high
Their very voices of praise lifted towards the skies

The sounds of glorious trumpets and laughter aloud
As all the songs and hymns pierce the clouds

A fellowship gathering between sisters and brothers
Showing love and compassion, cherishing one another

Watching as their flags are valiantly waved
Making a stand for the lord, in hopes that others will be saved

Songs of Zion shake the walls and rock the streets
As the children of God march on, proudly stomping their feet

Voices continue to climb, reaching beyond the gates of heaven
His followers go on for miles, marching seven by seven

To the people of the world, they proudly sing their song
Praising his holy name as they are marching along

This majestic event, monumental celebration
On behalf of the Lord, whose love serves as inspiration

The world shall witness and the people shall hear
On how the masses of God shouted and cheered

Dancing through the town with smiles on their face
As they praise the lord for his love, his mercy, and his grace

People will ask one to another, “Have they heard?”
On how the children of God marched, proclaiming his word

Showing appreciation for God who sits high
Demonstrating to the world how much he has worked in their lives

As they continue to march over the horizon in line
They continue to let their light so brightly shine

© November 2010 k.davis


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Lord How Wonderful Is Your Name



Lord…  How Wonderful Is Your Name!

Lord…  How wonderful is your name!
I invite you into my life to reign!

Lord…  How beautiful is your name!
With you…  My life is never the same!

Lord…  How majestic is your name!
It was for I…  That to earth you came!

Lord…  How wonderful your really are!
Your glory shines brighter than a star!

Lord…  How precious you are to me!
Your spirit has come and blessed me!

Lord…  I surely love and appreciate you!
You’re the only one I can always turn to!

Lord…  I worship and honor you forever!
You’re robed with glory and splendor!

Lord…  You are Jesus.  The great I AM!
Everything I go through…  You understand!

Lord…  All of my needs…  You supply!
And give rivers of living 
water to satisfy!

Lord…  To your words,
 may I be quick to listen!
There’s nothing from you… 
 I want to be missin’!

By Jim Pemberton


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W- Wisdom and enchantment
O- Organization and envolement
R- Read, Rate, review my poems on World Poetry Movement
L- Leader Board for you
D- Destination of your desires

P- Poems from your point of view
O- Opens the mind- 
E- Envelopes and editing to do
T- Time lines and guidelines
R- Relatives invited
Y- Your all invited to read rate and review
 
M- My entry to the contest, hurry ends soon
O- Over $10,000 in prizes
V- Versed for you
E- Endless entries full of entertainment
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E- Epic arrangements put into view
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Honestly can you answer this

if you feel alone in this world your not alone. i wish that everyone had a fair opportunity to 
have all the joy in life. love, peace, hope, tranquility everyone needs it! it is hard for some 
people to show someone that they matter! popularity does it even matter when the price you 
pay is losing yourself to all of the important things. everyone is unique and everyone is 
special. wake up no one person is better then another i dont care who you are. people who 
think that they are better then other people whats the deal. are you serious? why do you 
think you are better. more people like you? are you sure they like you for you or for who 
you pretend to be? see there are people that are more deserving to be liked because they 
accually show their true selfs. is it hard to care about people even though you think you are 
better then them? can you honestly give me reasons why you are better then them. Honestly 
if you can give me 10 decent reasons that metter. not things like cuter, hotter, better 
clothes, more money, better at sports, if you can give me at least 10 reasons that arent bull 
then i will shut up. if not then at least have the decentcy to give someone a chance thed 
deserves it. i hate that and i wish people would not lose themselfs to popularity okay. its not 
worth it if you lose yourself in the process.


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Friendship Is A Gift

Friends are the gifts we choose ourselves, although sometimes
hard to find like a precious and rare dimond
 so beautiful,so refined.

Friends of this special kind are the ones that we
truly wish to find and keep close.

You are the dear friend who is always there
to rely upon and depend .

You are the friend always on my mind 
as you have all the beautiful qualities
of a dimond and you are precious to me
and most of all Kind.


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All American Eagle

"We don't speak Spanish here, speak English
This is America”

Unbelieving brown eyes
Turned, toward that face
Unbelieving that that this person
Had a right, to open his mouth
And utter death
Towards my culture

Furious, brown glory, pride, spitting
And I set, my eagle, my ALL AMERICAN
Eagle, gold and magnificent,
unleashed

This is the land of the "free"
So free your head from your rear
Before you ever tell me not to speak Spanish here

¿Usted tiene razon, porque todo suena más bonito en español,  no?
Your jealous because my skin
Is pigmented gold, and it shines like the gold in your banks
But this, this is my own

“this is not your  land”

How dare you say that this land belongs to you
The world belongs to nobody but if you want to play that game
My people have breathed this air for centuries
This land, these riches
This is MINE

Go ahead and hide behind Manifest Destiny's and "God Granted Rights", 
This Sonoran desert, with its desert flowers
Blooming in the night
This is mine
Passionate, hot, sultry
Makes my blood boil from all inequalities
Like when they hand my people a broom
And tell them to start sweeping
Since they have no other options

NO 

This Passion comes from centuries of injustice
I refuse to let this happen, anymore!
Not to me, not to my children, or my children’s children 
My people have broken themselves over this wrong for too long
As for the next person
Who decides to try and step on my 
Pride

It’s never broken, so stop trying.

Furious, brown glory, pride, spitting
And I set, my eagle, my ALL AMERICAN
Spanish Speaking Eagle, gold and magnificent,
unleashed


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hhatersx

watchha sayy too ahh hhata
iisx thhat hhata see yyahh lata
see hhatasx thhiink thheyy all dhhat
but thhey aiint nunthhiin but ahh rat
thheyy thhiink thheyy are kool
byy usxiinqq yyou asx ahh tool
hhatersx yyou can fall bac
juxx lyyk ahh piiece of tack
cuz iim not afraiid of yyou
nd yyou need to know dhhiisx boo
ii dnt know kunqq foo
but ii thhiink ii can beat yyou
dhheyy miite sxayy dhhat iimma lame
but at leasxt ii can be tame
nevahh dahh leasxt
yyou are not a real beasxt


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Cherish What You Have

all of the people in this world have the problem of not knowing what they have until it's gone. 
The few people that understand this and have not made the mistake have lived happy 
lives.Is's hard for someone to understand their emotions and what they feel and it is the 
downfall of many. when you have someone you love and that makes you happy don't screw 
it up by cheating or changing the way you act because the way you act is the reason the 
person likes you in the first place. You need to cherish what you have because it can kill you 
in the end. If your going out with someone you really like say it to them some of the time. 
Tell them that you care about them. Show them that they are the only one for you.Don't be 
a moron and get jealous if she hangs out with her other friends some of the time just be 
there for them. If you have something good cherish it as if it were a gift not a right because 
it can be taken away in a heart beat. Love is one thing in this world that has the power to 
wound deeply and it cant be taken back. You need to be careful and enjoy what you have 
and make damn sure you don't hurt the person there is no excuse to cheat, lie, or break up 
with someone just because you want to go out with someone else have a very damn good 
reason for it. Don't break up with them in a note or a text tell them to their face and explain 
to them why. when you break up with them you need to be nice and don't be a total b&tch to 
them. Like I said love can wound in places that cant heal so when you do find someone 
cherish them like a golden treasure sent from heaven.


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i Need to Share God's Love With Others


God Gave Me His Love...  I Need To Share It!

God gave me his love.  I wouldn’t share it!
The guilt I feel now. 
I can’t hardly bear it!

He gave to me blessings and a peace within.
He gave to me joy and a chance to be his friend!

He asked that I give to others what I received.
His life for others is what he’s achieved!

When God needed me, I tried to run and hide.
I was filled with selfishness and pride!

Though I had accepted him 
and was born again…
I wasn’t interested in 
reaching souls for HIM!

Deep inside me there was a voice
 that began to stir!
Christ helped me to have
  Victory so true and secure!

He helped me with his words of love spoken…
I wanted to be his vessel! Not just a “token.”

His spirit is with me each day that I live!
I want others to know of his power to forgive!

Won’t you share the love that he’s given to you?
Won’t you give back to the one
 who truly LOVES YOU?

His love is everlasting and hard to contain!
You’ll find all that you need 
when you call on his name!

By Jim Pemberton    05/04/12


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Stick It To Him { Footle } Light Poetry

Vampires
           Desires

                       Holy
                               Moley

                                              Beware
                                                         Out there

                                                                       Used stake 
                                                                                He's baked





Tribute To Halloween   
 [BOOOOOOOOO} LOL

Also Entry For 
Donna Golden's   Footle Fright


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Can God Find You Faithful

Can God Find You Faithful?

I once knew a man had made
up his mind.
He left his wife and children behind!

He met someone who “captured his heart.”
This was a deception 
from the very start!

His wife gave God and their kids
her love and attention...
But her husband went
Into another direction!

  They went to church...
 And did their "Sunday best."
How could this 
 turn into such a mess?

Temptation can happen to anyone!. 
Whether rich or poor.
Be careful what you allow to
 enter your heart's door.

Regardless of whether you've been
 married for a lot of years..."
One shameful act can bring
 heartache and tears!

The love that’s been given...
  Let no one take away!
No matter what others think...
 Or what they might say.

Stay true to God!  You'll be 
glad you did!
His love and joy will bless you
 each day you live!

Jesus will never forsake you!
Or leave you alone!
Allow HIM to bring peace and
 restore your home!

By Jim Pemberton


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Wait A Minute

Pause a moment for Jesus
Asked not why
Solance is golden
Solidarity is the key 
Obscurity becomes nil
Victory shall be ours
Eternal flame flickers
Relic in thy body of Christ our Lord




{Amen}


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If God Is For Us Who Can Be Against Us

If God Is For Us…  Who Can Be Against Us?

After losing my job…  I wondered how
 my attitude would change.
But I noticed something I thought was
 “peculiar and strange.”

Other people’s attitudes I was
 now beginning to see…
I seen just how inconsiderate they
 were of people like me!

A few offered to me Godly encouragement
 and a helping hand…
Many didn’t want to hear my problems
 or try to understand.

I soon realized that so much in life
 is done in “futility.”
If people lost their jobs like I did…  
What would be their security?

Perhaps just so many people are
 used to having good things.
Many haven’t had to endure the hardships
 that life often brings…

Jesus…  You’re my strength and refuge!  
And this I know…
You’re with me every day! 
 How I love YOU so!

With HIS help…  I and my family will endure!
He is the foundation of our home.  
True and secure!

Thank you my Lord for bringing peace to my heart!
You have been with me…  From the start!

By Jim Pemberton


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Do you understand

Why does everyone leave me
And never sticks around
Never helps me out
Always puts me down

Do you understand

I tell them one thing
And they're out the door
Gone for sure
Never to return

Do you understand

I wouldn't dot that
I can't do that
I got hurt hurt from that
Do you understand

Do you understand

Please come back
I just don't want you like that
I'm too young for that
You could hurt me

Do you understand

I can't do that
I might have a baby
I can't do that
I won't do that

Please understand....


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Untitled #302 / Evil monsters

“You guys are slowly morphing into
the same person!”
“C’mon! You heard Hannah! Let’s march together, Jessica!”
Well, gee, they look awkward now
perhaps my greatest fear remains unfulfilled.
…
…
…
“Well, Hannah, I would give you a hug,
but you look so depressed right now,
which I suppose is an even better reason to give you a hug,
but I don’t want it to be so dull”
Ah! Hannah, can’t you see?
TWO EVIL MONSTERS
CLAWING AT OUR HEARTS


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Love, Loss, and Repitition

Channeling through to the screaming demon a wall thin as a sheet of silk reflecting like a piece of glass all that I ask I all I can do I can bring an end to the rain for nobody ever will know me again the tears will stop flowing as you slowly stop knowing the evidence points to a love so true I cannot be so stuck on me I cannot be inside I shall broadcast over every corrupted wave of human brain space hoping for an end to the war hoping for an end to a means whatever it brings shall be directly for me Interlinking network cables cross sometimes to find a new stream of though that has never been been thought of I could never fall out of the great tree, in debt to me for saving it from the woodsmen Oh scaly beast with your pointy teeth your so poignant to me and I am all that matters when nothing else does I'm all out of weapons and defenses because I followed you too far into the great pit of love with no sight above or intention to escape I shall just lay in a place that fate has thrown me Whoever has known me has known a true friend if I ever at any point let them all the way in which rarely happens for I don't know trust for I am the truest form of myself I need to help from a bottom feeding fish who's only wish is for self advancement your selfish attractions entice me no more you were the last one I felt anything for your absence is noted and the void digs at me so empty I shall forever stay here in the epitome of misery so perfectly purposely


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For Robert Zimmerman

For Bob Dylan

sheltered from the howling winds of vows and scattered souls and sweltering hate

she is a refuge from the blistering sands of dread and loss and torn and twisted fate

when the emptiness inside becomes an abyss so dark and wild and cold

my words get lost in the jangling alleys where dreams are bought and sold

I met her in those alleys among the withering roses on a bed of thorns

and she filled me up with poems banishing the scowling moments and their baleful scorns

now I lie awake and wish that I could sleep and drift away into the maze of her dream

but slumber has fled and slipped the noose around my words as they thrash around and scream

words that swirl around and around like that scarlet scarf wrapped around her face

she's a mystery still as she will always be while I sift through this empty desolate space

the storm it broke and ceased and shuffled my words as they drifted forlornly into the chasm of the dead

leaving me here still and mute and frantic as I try to pick up the pieces of all the words that have been said

far too many far too often far too conceited and far too proud

for I failed to hear the stillness of beauty as I rambled along barking my words out aloud

she hushes me now as she hushed me then in the cobwebbed tunnels of the past

while I weep more words in blood and ink onto dried parchment meant never to last

so tell her that her whiskey has been greedily gulped down and now that I am soberly drunk

I see her songs and hear her breath reaching down into my mouldy abode of hapless funk

fare-thee-well for now as I slide into the scribbled hubris of another battered rhyme

dazed by the glaring embers as they scorch the moments of quickly fading time

and if tomorrow finds me here still shell-shocked and drained in body and in mind

tell her that her wine has slipped through the loose knots that bind

tying me to this place of sanity and insanity all rolled into one

while all is numb and scarred from the deed that has been done

and as I flee recklessly chasing away myself from me once more
she'll know the words for its a song that's been sung far too many times before

(for bob dylan)


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then creditors came

she worshipped money
clinched it 'til the day she died;
then creditors came


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Christ Removes All Sin With HIS Love


Christ Removes All Sin With HIS Love!

Is there no shame in what many people do?
You never know “what they’re up to!”

As so many struggle with “sins of the past.”
They yearn for a freedom that will last!

There’s so many habits people get involved doing!
In the end…  It is them
 that are losing!

With so many “offers” and many temptations…
People come to the table of 
“life’s delicatessen!

If “everyone’s doing it…”  
It doesn’t mean you have to!
God knows about your life and what “you’re up to!”

He wants to be involved with your life today!
Where there’s a “struggle.” 
 God will make a way!

He offers an abundant life!  Why not receive it!
True purpose and meaning…  You can achieve it!

There’s nothing to be ashamed of 
with what he gives!
There is power and love in Christ…  
WHO LIVES!

He can change y our life, 
no matter the circumstance!
Why not come to him now…  
And give HIM a chance?

By Jim Pemberton   


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Be More

Part 1.

I wonder if the time and day would last forever
I think of all things will quit never
Among the time that we wish to do a lot
And a notion that is close to not
We have the talent that grows 
We seek it and it shows
Growing up to know each wonder of the mind
Going to best things and be kind
I walk a dream but not a dream
I want to do things with out running out of steam
So when I smile my days are long
Seeing that I do things just to belong
It hits me right in the center of my core
It grabs me in the heart to just be more

Part 2.

An interest that came by
It also was such moments that lie
I fallow everyone else with the feeling of hope
It seems that they rather hang me by a rope
Just what is the matter with people now a days
Caring for others I was taught in my ways
Do the people I hang out with always betray
I sit down and thing about it many way
My father and mother is not going to be ashame
They are not to even think it or to blame
I can do things much more to my very core
I can grab everyones heart and I can be more


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We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along.
It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete.
The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives.
They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values.
It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers.
The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system.
Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without  it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.


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Slow Dance

“Dance with me” he says.
She takes his hand
And follows him
To the middle of the dance floor.
He brings her closer to him,
Her arms wrap around his neck,
His hands upon her waist.
She lays her head on his shoulder
And sighs a small sigh of contentment.
As she inhales she smells his cologne,
And smiles; he smells so good.
They hold each other
And twirl in circles while the song plays
And when the song ends,
She longs for more.







*Please note:*
This poem is different from my poem The Dance. This poem was written about me and my 
boyfriend at prom, while the other was based off of the 1980s movie Dirty Dancing.


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way of life

I exhale with joy, love is running swiftly in my veins, I've walked the plank of 
infatuation and received my golden wings of prosperity.

I have rebounded from the highest peak of tribulations, my emotions are scared and 
bruised it seems all hope is lost the battle is not mine to lose.

i'm gaining fast on wisdom i now know how to seek when no one is there, my needs 
have been dissected from my wants still my earthly treasures taunt me with greed.

I am standing on my own two feet this is my life indeed


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Strive to Overcome

God only puts us in situations that we can handle
Sometimes we just gotta man up
Instead of trying to dismantle
Cause then we get fed up
He loves his children and gives them great favor, but he also gives us different challenges to overcome
Inorder to get courage which only makes us braver
Always remember who your father is and where you come from
You know who you are but he knows too
And together as a team you will make it through 
So when things get rough
Just seek the lord Jesus 
And remain tough
Because he will give us everything we need
There is no need people
To be full of greed


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Hidden Knives

You look, but do not see.  In your desire,
   You miss the depth of distance in my face.
My form you unabashedly admire --
   Black leather fitted tightly, free of lace.
You follow close behind me, keeping pace,
   Not knowing that your sentiments I lack --
Not knowing I would place you on the rack,
   And bring to light your silent, inner drives.
The darkness deepens; you should hurry back --
   For in my sleeves I carry hidden knives.

Weird whispers in an alleyway inspire.
   You reach with hypothetical embrace,
A madman's shadow, seeking to acquire;
   But in my hand I hold a can of mace --
For pretty words are fair and fit to chase,
   Yet words alone are empty, cold, and slack --
And so I tense, and wait for the attack.
   Through watchful solitude each soul survives,
But in my mental armor is a crack;
   So in my sleeves I carry hidden knives.

Perhaps you deal in danger -- death for hire --
   To see my spirit gone without a trace;
Or do you sense the hidden gypsy-fire
   That makes my heartbeat pulse and pound and race?
Perhaps your soul is full of peace and grace,
   An angel off the pure and beaten track.
Perhaps I am your prey -- a luscious snack --
   The hunted meat defeated, though it strives,
That you would carve to pieces for your sack --
   Perhaps you also carry hidden knives.

So close -- I hear a train's resounding clack,
   And see thick darkness looming from its stack
Like smoky words that hint at secret lives,
   And speak of something just beyond the black --
Would we be safe without these hidden knives?


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The Blustery Chill

The clouds have all turned red
And a distant chime rings out
Our words fall like stones to the ground

The blustery chill nips at our necks
Walking through our false ideals
Wondering what happens next

Carry us away to a better place someday
Let me remember the day we fell in love
Let me always feel this way


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Last Dance

The strobe lights, loud music
silver glitter balls,
reflected like stars,
on a floor made of glass.

She was grinding and pumping
body toned; tight and fast,
she was the centre of attention,
her choice; her last dance.

She effortlessly glided
up and down the polished pole,
her red satin outfit,
simply amplified her show.

As she expertly moved
to the chanting of the men,
she drew into herself,
and produced a most dazzling grin.

Now as she became one with the pole,
she gave it her all,
this was her finale;
red stilletos was all she wore.

As she smiled and waved
she searched deep within her core,
for this one final bow,
to thunderous applause and roars.

She quickly grabbed her satin outfit
as she ran backstage,
and in the comfort of her robe,
she kissed a picture; her daughter, Paige.

I did this for you
my precious baby girl,
for college bound you are,
with the thousands I have earned.

As the men cheered loudly
for one final show,
she smiled in the mirror;
and set free her soul.


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Border Crossings

Yes, I am seeing more and more cars stalled
on the freeway. I am seeing shorter
tempers. I am seeing more faces gnarled
with stress. I hear more talking of border
crossings. Things are getting much more gruesome
out there. Our leaders understand vaguely
the social beasties grinning in fulsome
anticipation the bloodbath ready
to commence. In our closed world we don't know
just how we have been marked, we have been so
comfortable so long. Nightly, we throw
alarms, check perimeter for a foe
that may come from within our very midst.
Years of greed and the ship begins to list.


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Insignificant Matters

To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people things will always be the same
then their would be the blaming game
I write this poem to the Insignificant out their
because they do not deserve the bad stare

To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people we would not be guessing
people would just plane stressing
I do understand how feeling are
because I do stare into the star

To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people we could not be our selves
people would just give up and leave things on shelves
I do think people that is insignificant are life batter
because everyone in life is not insignificant they all matter


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The Game

Rap is quick, witty and fun.

Poetry is smooth, rhythmic and heartfelt.

Rap and poetry had a love child.

A daughter, named Spoken Word.

She grew to maintain the better characteristics of her parents;

From Rap, she took freestyle, freedom, and grass roots movement.

From Poetry, she took imagery, theme, and voice.

Together, all three, as common forms of expression,

spread to every rapper, poet and storyteller in the world.


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Get Your Eyes On The Cross


Get Your Eyes On The Cross! Many in church have taken their eyes off of the cross… Having deaf ears... Not counting the cost! Being “content in their pride and “selfish” way… Refusing to listen to what God’s word has to say. Many come to church and pray and sing a song… Forgetting that it’s at the cross where we surely belong! Remember… “To live is Christ. “ “To die is to gain…” We must love and follow Jesus. It was for mankind he came! May God’s spirit bring us to a repentant sorrow... May we apply the message of the cross… Today and tomorrow! By Jim Pemberton


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Underneath the Stars

Underneath the stars we forget who we are
We lie so deep in the rich grass that consumes us
Our bodies becoming one with nature's carpet
Watching the stars above 
We are overcome with love

Distances between us
I on one patch of grass
You, distantly at another
Watching it in our separate places
It's how we stay close to each other 

A full moon rises the water in our bodies
A tear couldn't possibly fall
In this moment I am one with nature
Yet forever I am one with you 


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It's The Blood Of Jesus That Made Me Whole

It’s The Blood Of Jesus That Made Me Whole! It’s the blood Of Jesus that made me whole! His wondrous love has strengthened my soul! It’s the love of God, that daily lifts me up! It’s his living water that daily fills me up! It’s the power of God that keeps me going! I pray that each day, in him, I am growing! It’s the presence of God that blesses me! He reached down from heaven and touched me! It’s the coming of our Lord I am looking forward to! I pray that seeking him, is what I’ll be up to! It’s the same Jesus who gives life meaning. The life he offers…. You too can be receiving! By Jim Pemberton


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Dear Lord, Hold Me Close





Dear Lord, Hold Me Close! Dear Lord, please hold me close! May it be my desire to love you the most! Dear Lord, may it be my passion and desire,,, To daily lift your name up higher! Dear Lord, please may it always be so... That I will share your love wherever I go! Dear Lord, please make it so evident... The time of your coming is so imminent! Dear Lord, much thanks and praise is given! You've taken away my sin! I am forgiven! Dear Lord, without you, all is hopeless! My life would be nothing but emptiness! Dear Lord, I offer my life and freely give it! I ask for the filling of your Holy Spirit! My Lord I want to give praise and adore you! I humbly come and kneel before you! My Lord and my God... You rule over everything! You're my savior and friend… And my king! By Jim Pemberton


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God Brought Me Out Of The Miry Clay

God Brought Me Out Of The Miry Clay… God brought me out of the miry clay… He set my feet on a solid rock to stay! God brought me out of the deep pit I was in… He gave to me a peace and a joy within! God brought me out of hopelessness and despair… And took me into his mercy and care! God brought me out of a desperate situation… And extended to me his gift of salvation! God brought me out… When everything seemed lost! And helps me to focus on Christ’ victory at the cross! God brought me out… When no one else “gave me the time.” He restored my life and gave me peace of mind! God can do the same for you… As he did for me! He desires to be with you for eternity! God can bring you out of whatever trials you may face. He’ll bring joy to your heart… And provide a “resting place.” God can do for you what no other power can do! He is still the same God. And will forever LOVE YOU! By Jim Pemberton 12/22/11


Details | Rhyme | |

Those Close to Us Can Cause Much Hurt And Pain


Those Close To Us Can Cause Much Hurt And Pain... Isn’t it amazing… The hurt and damage, someone can do? Especially by the same person who said; “I Love You!” Isn’t it amazing… How someone, which we’ve given our heart… Can betray our love, and “tear it all apart?” On that special day, when your vows were exchanged… It’s almost like “overnight,” some people change! Even amongst Christians. This seems too commonplace. As people seek their own desires… Instead of God’ grace. Isn’t it amazing… How anger, jealousy and bitterness begins? Even amongst our loved ones, that we have called “friends?” What’s more amazing… Is how God, in his mercy and care.. Still loves us. And he is always there! No matter what you’ve said… No matter what you’ll do…. God remains the same. And is always there for YOU! He is faithful. His commitment to you is strong and secure! His love is everlasting. And is 100% PURE! I stand amazed, as to how God still loves us. He asks for our heart. He wants to trust us! Won’t you come and experience his love today? He loves you so much more than words could ever say! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Verse | |

Long walk small dress circle

Crisp white apron  checquered teatowels
Whitewashed hands dance on the dough
Kneading bread scent of yeast caked skin
Tomato onion and corn simmering folded
Fragrance of  youth smiling whites of eyes
Beautiful  woman  playing  the ornate harp


Details | Rhyme | |

God Asked A Question What Would I Say


God asked a question.  It was just the other day.!
He asked; “have you taken time for me
 in what you do and say?”

I thought about this for a moment… Then I cried and wept.
The promises I once made to God.  I no longer kept!

I remembered a time when my life was sinking downhill fast.
No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t forget the past!

I was at death’s door...  With the moments 
of life, just a few.
I didn’t know “what in the world,” I was going to do!

One night I cried out loud in hopelessness and desperation.
I soon received a message with a heavenly visitation!

 Jesus appeared before me!  His hand touched my head!
I felt so much better!  I jumped out of bed!

I was so happy!  I cried and felt tears roll down my cheek!
I took time to spend with God all the rest of the week!

But as the months went by, my time
 with God was shortened.
Having time alone with him?.  
I didn’t feel this was “important.”

I now look back and think of what I was becoming…
I’m not sure if I’m ready for Christ’ second coming!

Lord Jesus, I kneel down, and come before your throne,
I ask you to be my Lord.  Of all my life and home!

I’m sorry Lord Jesus for the promises I made, but were broken!
“Please forgive me dear Jesus.”  Are the words I have spoken!

You are the lord for me and I need you more than ever!
I want to be with you and live in heaven forever!

You’re the one who’s blessed me!  Yes indeed!
You are me Lord and savior and are all I ever need!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Wedding Blessing

As you stand here before God,
Now may he stand beside you.
May you and your family be blessed in all that you do.
May your family find love as your hearts twine as one.
May your journey thru life follow the light he has shone.
Together you’re stronger than ever apart.
And thru the years, may God be found forever in your heart.


My nephew was married at Christmas.


Details | Rhyme | |

Suffering For Christ

Suffering For Christ? Jesus… Do I really know what it means to suffer and sacrifice? I’ve been living good, and have things going “pretty nice.” I’ve been enjoying each day rather content and happy… I enjoy a beautiful home.., A nice car and family! With all of this… Who could ask for anything more? But to daily sacrifice for Jesus? What is the purpose for??? Jesus told the rich man to sell that we had. And give to the needy. I ‘ve been living for myself... And have been “selfish and greedy.” The cross of Christ, in my life, must have a daily effect! Jesus gave his life for mine. This I must not forget! I need to come to the cross. The symbol of suffering and shame… And kneel before my lord in humbleness to HIS name! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Too in Love

I use to be the girl who put her career dreams before dreams of a man
Life's like an hourglass
And something changed in the sand
I just wish I knew if I'm wasting my time
Are the grains of sand slipping out of my hand
Or are you slowly approaching the title "mine"

Just being your friend is driving me crazy
Cause I'm too in love with you
I thank god you like me the way I am, I'm sure
Cause if you didn't I'd change everything for you
I know that's wrong but you're the only thing that feels right
I'd be so quick to blow off every other dream if I could be yours
Do you get what I mean
I've been holding this in since I was sixteen
Two years of living on edge, confused if I've made progress
Babe I know I wanna stand one day before you in a white dress

You're so sweet, so smart, I like everything you are
I can be myself with you, that's something I normally can't do
But please make a move
I'm losing too much of my mind 
Scared to death I've wasted my time
Scared I'm too far into something for the first time
Please, please be mine
I know I shouldn't love anyone this much
But there's nothing like your touch
Or the way you console me when I cry
I feel nothing better than when I have you on my mind
And I hang on every word you say to me

I go back and forth in my mind
Extreme high when I think I'm moving forward
Lowest of the lows when I'm a negative

I wish I could say this to you
But I love you far too much
And this is the feeling people look for all their lives
All I need is you
You're the answer to everything I do
What else have I got to prove



Details | Narrative | |

ENJOY THE WAR!!!

Strive not for strife
But confront conflict on all fronts
When it strides past your ride
Dispense with all disputes
Spare not your fangs
When fear rears its ugly head:
When it rains; have a free cold bath
If sun shines, dry your clothes
At the reign of darkness
Find the inner light 
That lights your path undimmed
If the flood flows
Swim afloat on lifebuoy
And if fire rages and smoke rises
Expect the afterglow
When horde of odds assail like bandits
Never retreat, nor surrender
Turn around, turn aside, 
Never ever turn in nor turn back
Enjoy the war.







Details | Light Poetry | |

Snowflakes - are never the same

 Only half of me,
Is who I really am.
The other half,
Is someone who isn't me.
Someone that,
I'm trying to hard to be.
Someone that,
Tries to hard to fit in.
Someone that,
Tries to hard to be,
The same as you.
The real me,
Is smart and outgoing,
Best of all,
Beautiful inside and out.
The real me,
Doesn't care,
What you think,
About someone,
As talented as myself.
This poem takes that talent,
To be written.
The real me...
Is someone,
That you will NEVER be!


Details | Rhyme | |

Save Our Wetlands

My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
 Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.

Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.

Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.

Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.

Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily, 
 He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.

We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.

Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.


Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of 
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana  was talked 
about since  I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the 
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, 
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to 
hear!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

To Rise or Fall



The rise and fall of my chest

The rise and fall of nations

To rise or fall is our test

This is my contemplation


Details | Rhyme | |

Lord I Want To Take A Moment


Lord, I want to take a moment
 and give you praise!
Please teach me your truth
 and ways!

Lord, I want to take a moment 
and worship you!
How much I appreciate, 
love and adore you!

Lord, I want to take a moment 
and some time…
To let this world know that you are mine!

Lord, I want to take s moment 
and let you know…
I thank you for redeeming my soul!

Lord, I want to take a moment and proclaim…
I exalt the beauty and glory of your name!

Lord, let’s all take a moment and thank you!
We would all be lost if it wasn’t for you!

Won’t you take a moment?  And praise him?
And come humbly in repentance before him?

Won’t you take this time to receive him?
Won’t you read his word, and believe him?

Won’t you allow Jesus’ love to fill you?
It’s no secret how much he loves you!

This moment can be yours! For the asking!
To have abundant life
 that’s everlasting!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sin Of

The Sin Of 


Is this really “normal?”  Many say 
they’re “having fun…”
Scripture says the wrath of God is 
on what they’ve done!

Read the first chapter of Romans, and you will find…
This kind of lifestyle is not simply just a “change of mind!”

It was in the beginning that God 
made Adam and Eve…
You wouldn’t be here if it 
were Adam and Steve!

This is a lifestyle of bondage… 
 And it’s getting worse!
So many of them are under an ungodly curse!

The answer to all of this is to be how 
God meant for us to be!
It’s only in Jesus Christ that 
we can be totally FREE!

 rev. 06/26/12


Details | Rhyme | |

My Sins Are Not Greater Than God's Love For Me



My Sins Are Not Greater
 Than God’s Love For Me!

My sins are not greater than God’s love for me!
His son bore my guilt that day
 he died for me!

My sins and shame, Christ bore on the cross!
Without him, I would be forever lost!

What matters now, is his mercy and forgiveness!
From a heart filled with tender kindness!

This savior, who bore all 
of my guilt and sorrow.
Will be there for me today and tomorrow!

I owe it all to Jesus!  My hands I humbly raise!
I give him a heart of thankfulness and praise!

He’s what I could ever hope for,
 and much more!
What he’s done for me, 
I’ll treasure and adore!

This same Jesus can do all this for you!
Today, his salvation is offered to you!


By Jim Pemberton


Details | Lyric | |

Eyes

Dream of a world, Where there is peace. No girls, That admit to defeat. You can walk on water, Not worrying of drowning. You can open your locker, And look around see no one frowning. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? Dream of a world, Filled with war. See a dead girl, And be dead poor. A million things, Happen at once. You have to see, The best of me. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? Think about love. Think about death. You'll see a dove, On your last breath. Wake me with a kiss, So, I can see your eyes, With such bliss, Before I die. Listen to my fairytale, Before I leave, Before I go to Yale. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? I can see, You don't love me, But can you stop, The Dreams, The Nightmares? There's something inside of me, I can't hide from. It's my fate, But I'm too late. Dream of the possibilities, Of you and me. Look into my eyes. Think twice. What do you think? About me? Now.


Details | Epyllion | |

A Soul Mate Is

That one person born just for you
They know you need them right on cue
A soul mate is the rarest of love
Always there when push comes to shove
Will you find them? You may never know
Look way up high and way down low
They're everything you want and need
But don't be blinded by lust or greed
Attraction is a wonderful thing
And money can make some sing
Do they have it? I don't know
Do you like it? Probably so
Do you need it? No
You can dream all you please
You can bribe and you can tease
You can take and you can give
But the way to find them is to live


Details | Rhyme | |

OUR DARK SECRET PLACE

Take off the ARMOR OF GOD!
   Remove the BREASTPLATE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!                  
     Throw away the SHIELD OF FAITH!   
         Forget the TRUTH OF GOD’S WORD!

Let’s do what we want to do
        in our dark secret world,
           at our dark secret place, 
               at our own selfish pace.

Let’s make our own choices.
Let’s listen to our own voices.      

Let’s act by the power of
    OUR might.
It doesn’t have to be right.
Let’s do it anyway. 
Let’s go astray.

And when we leave that darkness and
   face family and friends,
They’ll never know about our dark place
   or of our dark secret sins.

We will not worry about the 
         consequences.
We are fully protected by 
         Satan’s fences.

And if we die in our
    sinful state,
Hell has an open gate.



NOTE:

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POEM is based on these scriptures:

Ephesians 6:10-12: Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might.  Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.  For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Weep Not Too Long

Love has grandeur and finesse. Sometimes greater, sometimes for less, Weep only for a short while. Move on with harmonies style. When your eyes have tearful drape, New passion shall always escape. Recall the memories that are deep. Gallop ahead, for not long shall you weep.


Details | ABC | |

DILEMMA

There was the hunger
and suicide.
In favor of my brutal truth
or virtue of my failure,
I do not want any comments on my trauma.
Morality has a dubious equation
with power, provoking my anger.

The days were full of abandoned kilns.
No more shaping of containers
in which one can put the moon,
and honey and roses.
Everything was turning brown
with infinite, sulphur smelling teeth 
ready to bite into golden flesh.

Convicts behind the walls were playing
with mirrors to throw the light on slick
towers. Death was laughing, waiting on the trees,
eating black berries.
And I was forced to taste the blood of sky
with sodium –
in sanctum sanctorum.


SATISH VERMA


Details | I do not know? | |

Oath Unbound: Psalm 1

Retract! Retract!
o' venerable vow
to be unfettered unburdened
somehow

Take away ye mighty words of oath
for that I would give soul and life both
one day to be free of broken bond
forego promises long faded and gone

To lay down in uncluttered dreams
to lie quietly while the world schemes
o' heartache! heartache!
only if my word would someday break!

Alas! 'ere I remain
bound by law and oath in spilled blood stained
harken to erstwhile fancies of freedom and love
but fastened still to this mortal coil forever spoken of

I hear the meadows and lakes beckon call
but 'ere I must stay, removed from all
For I am the Protector locked in guilt
once a slave and always, forced to sruvive though I wilt

A Cause I am bound to serve
battered beyond what travesty I may deserve
O' broken thing! Once bold and new
but into bondage I was trained and into service I grew

Before the wars and sacrifices born
Honor and bravery were but medals worn
But now I know they run deep and red
as flesh cracks open and boiling tears be shed


Details | Rhyme | |

I Needed To Return To My First Love



I Needed to Return To My First Love!

As a child, I was raise in the Christian way.
I would read my Bible about every day.

At the age of 5, I asked Jesus to come in.
I was happy and was now “born again!

I wanted more of God and read
 the Bible many times.
And memorized many verses
 in my mind.

But as the years went by and I got “old.”
My love and passion for Christ
 became “cold.”

I lost my “first love” for Christ 
and wasn’t concerned.
But something deep inside of me
 one day “burned.”

I felt his Spirit tugging at my life and heart.
I knew that on my knees was
 a good place to start.

I cried and asked for God’s forgiveness…
His love for me is strong and endless!

My love for Christ once more began to grow!
He truly is the best friend I’ll ever know!

The love he has for me is secure and binding!
An everlasting life with him
 is worth finding!

I’m so glad with the choice I’ve givin’!
He’s with me each day I’m livin’!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Written Release

Tis better to ponder then pen a far off thought
Much better written and shared rather than not


Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled number:64

He stands Army strong in his big combat boots.

He's makin a name and defending his roots.

To set him off would be your regret.

An enemies name he won't forget.

Gentle with a woman and strong with his words.

He won't back down until he knows he's been heard.

For a good cause he stands firm and tall.

Loyal to his friends...he's the guy to call.

To him man...


Details | Rhyme | |

Living The Way Jesus Wants Me To Live

I want to live the way Jesus
 wants me to live…
All I have is a lowly
 and sinful life to give…

My soul is “dying.”  I need to
 live for HIM!
It’s rather difficult.  I don’t know
 where to begin!

A good place to start is on
 my knees in prayer!
He loves me so much.. 
 And is ALWAYS there!

By giving him a life filled with 
stress and tension…
I’ll receive a “heavenly
 blood transfusion!”

Thank you my Lord for
 listening to my plea!
And for having mercy on someone
 as lowly as me!

Jesus…  YOU give me hope to
 make it through the day!
By your love and washing
 my sins away!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

Super Bowl Blues

Packers--green, gold, white
Steelers--black, gold, white--colors 
just as close as scores

game ends--exhausted
bloated, eyes strained, throat hurt--sleep;
morning--traffic jam

sportscasters recap--
winners, losers, interviews;
at work now--bowl blues


Details | I do not know? | |

Feelings Of Passion

The coolness of my basement makes me hype'
And the warmth of heaters makes me depressed.
The presence of my family makes me stressed,
Yet the remembrance of my semi-lover
Is what makes me foresee
The ripening of my arousing essence.
I am who I am and our sensational kiss
Was enough to transform everlasting bliss
Into a piece of my gradational adolescence.
Hoping for a kind of future with her.
'Cause now I'm so sure of how I feel,
I want this daydream of me and her
To become so magically real.


Details | Free verse | |

THE REDKNUCKLE STORYTELLER

Greetings from the RedKnuckle Storyteller,you may find he;s ann odd kind of feller.
Though he'll do his best to write from the heart,and what you don't like you may always tear 
apart.You see,this storyteller has lived an awful life.A life without family,children,a beautiful 
wife.Now some may say my poetry expresses my pain,others say it's a release in anger I 
gain.Personally I write about a society in grief,so many hurting with no sign of relief.I am so 
proud of every man,woman,child from these hoods,for when it comes to unity and strive they 
truly deliver the goods.With the streets getting younger every day,what's a careing man do 
but kneel down and pray.These are our children out there,so who's in charge to step up and 
care..It pains me, that i'm but a single voice heard.who's only given inspiration is sometimes 
a single word.Now go find a drink and a comfortable chair.For we are about to embark on a 
poetry journey where others would'nt dare.

Dedicated to all the missing Women in Vancouvers lower East end.

(MAY THEY NOT BE FORGOTTEN!)  PEACE AND LOVE... T.R.K S


Details | Rhyme | |

God Reached Down And Touched Me

God Reached Down And Touched Me… God wanted to show how much he loves me. He reached down from heaven and touched me! He wanted to express love in his words spoken. I realized that my life is more than a “token…” He spoke to me of how precious and valuable I am. He was there for me with an outstretched hand! For all of the times… I’ve felt tired and “defeated…” With his love in my life, I am now “completed!” God came down to where I am today... Through his son Jesus… He has made a way! A brand new way of living and joy divine… He’s brought to me healing and a peace of mind! This same God speaks these words to YOU! Whatever you’re facing... He will see you through! He wants you to know… He will always be your friend! He brings peace and true fulfillment within! He is God! He is powerful and his majesty reigns! Won’t you take some time… And call on his name? By Jim Pemberton 12/19/11


Details | Cinquain | |

Poet

Poet
Word traveler
Letting us see his mind
Pen and paper always with you
Poet


Details | Lyric | |

To you

Why do you wish to hear me out?
You do not care, I have no doubt.
What is for you my joy and pain?
Are you too bored or simply vain?

You’ll take my heart to be amused,
Then leave it lying torn and used
You want to know, to taste, to feel
And then to say there’s no big deal…

I hate myself for loving you,
For all the things you’ve put me through.
I dreamed of you with all my passion,
But you thought love was not in fashion.

Maybe you’re right, why should we bother?
If one is gone, we’ll find another.
And love is just a silly rumor,
That has a lack of sense of humor.

The truth is that I wasn’t scared
To speak the words you’d never dared.
And feelings that you’ve hidden deep,
Forever now are yours to keep.

So that is all, you`ve heard the story
And I don’t need your worthless sorry.
Cause if today I drown in sorrow,
The sun will rise again tomorrow.


Details | Rhyme | |

Have You Committed The Unforgiveable Sin

Have You Committed The “Unforgivable Sin?” Are you one that has committed “the unforgivable sin?” You may have done this but “can’t remember when…” If may have been something that you said or did… There’s just someone who’s “unwilling to forgive.” Maybe it was even a thought or some words expressed… Whatever it was... This “someone” won’t let it rest! I think it’s kind of amazing after reading 1 Cor. Chapter 13. God’s word said to love one another… In spite of everything! It’s no wonder why so many families are “coming apart.” It happens from a “broken and wounded heart.” I can’t begin to tell you the many times I’ve come across… The wounded and hurting hearts…Another soul that’s “lost.” If there’s something that someone has said or done to hurt you… And you’re just not sure “what in the world you’re going to do…” May I suggest just letting it rest under Jesus’ shed blood? And walk in the Lord’s victory… His power…. And love! It’s just not worth the amount of time you’ll spend. By “disowning” the person you may have once called “friend.” Won’t you allow the power of God’s love to bind you together? And walk in the healing of forgiveness. Now and forever! May the presence of God bless each day that we live… And help us all to know what it means to forgive! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Forgotten Love Found

Forgotten Love Found
Wildncrazy555
WLM
March 31, 2011

I thought she was lost
I did not know at what cost
She did not want me
So she let me be free
But now I have no more fear
For now she has returned here
Do I really know to see?
That she really does need and want me
For now I will think and just sit
This is her chance to prove it
I will truly be very strong
And she must show me that I was wrong
Should I let go of the slack
She must show me she wants me back
Will she really come and show 
If so my heart will have such a glow
As the sun is so hot and bright in the sky
I will lose all my fears and know why
I want to hold her so bad
And by doing so I will never again be sad
All my love I will give to her now
The amount she will never know how
We will make love for the first time
It will be so exciting and so extremely fine
I hope she will want me forever
If to be we will always be together
We will have to be till the end
This is the best time we can begin


Details | I do not know? | |

Emmeline Pankurst

She fought for the rights
Of women everywhere,
Changing the laws
To make them more fair.
She worked extra hard
To make things just,
This fighting woman
Was Emmeline Pankurst.
She was a passionate feministe
Just like her mum,
Together they made
Sexist men look dumb.
Her example will inspire us
To stay together and strong,
No mather the distance
No matter how long.
The 1900's where when
A difference was made,
When the distence from men
Began to fade.
She led protests
Against authoritive men, 
And thanks to that
Things are much different that then.
So many fewer women
Are expected to clean,
Ordered about
And treated mean.
The world is now
A better place,
Where women and men
Wear the same face.
Through hard times and struggle
She pushed her way through,
Emmeline Pankurst,
All women thank you.


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I Knew An Old Fashioned Preacher


I once had a pastor who preached 
on holiness and sin.
And preached on what it
 means to be born again.

He had a deep conviction and
 passion in his voice.
Whether you came next Sunday--
This was your choice!

His number one goal and deep ambition.
Was to preach God's word with a deep conviction.

A conviction of God's power in
 redeeeming man's soul.
And of a saviour's blood that can make you whole.

I'm thankful of the memories 
I have of him today.
Even though he preached in an "old fashioned way."

I wish more pastors would 
preach like this man did.
Who could preach and be a Godly
 example in how they live.

What has happened to our 
nation's Godly leaders?
Where are the the Holy Ghost'
 inspired preachers?

Have many of them compromised 
in what they preach?
A way of righteous living-- do any of them teach?

Perhaps the way I believe is 
"old fashioned" to many folks.
I've heard the criticism, 
laughter and the jokes.

I'm going to seek God and listen to his voice.
Whom you listen to for Godly instruction...
 it's your choice!

Whatever your pastor says. is right or wrong...
God's word in your heart must certainly belong!

Living for Jesus 100% may be an 
old fashioned way of living.
But it's his life for mine...
is what he is giving!

By Jim Pemberton







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In Jesus I Take Delight


In Jesus Christ…  I take delight!
He’s with me every day and night!

IN Jesus Christ…  His love overflows!
His love touches me, wherever I go!

In Jesus Christ…  The victory is won!
All praise a honor to God’s precious son!

In Jesus Christ…  I needn’t be ashamed!
He took all of my sin, 
guilt and blame!

In Jesus Christ…  I have an atonement!
He’s willing to forgive, 
at any moment!

In Jesus Christ…  I’m never alone!
I ask for his presence to fill my home!

In Jesus Christ…  You’ll find what you need.
Won’t you allow his Holy
 Spirit to lead?

In Jesus Christ…  Is  where life truly begins!
He’ll give you eternal life
 and peace within!

By Jim Pemberton


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Battle my brilliance.

Battle my brilliance,
Show me if my Constance is actual,
Let me know if your defense has resilience.
Because i keep feeling I'm going lateral.

Drop below zero, make me swallow glacial frost,
Please show me who's really right,
Challenge me, destroy me no matter the cost.
Because i feel like Ive already won the fight.

Tribal rhythm beats within my temple,
The evidence is shown through my hearts beat,
My tunes rhythm is changing yet simple.
Try to listen and you'll hear a sharp screech.
Only i can decipher my symbol.

Everything i touch is affected,
In a place below atoms that you don't think is real,
Even if evidence was found i wouldn't be detected.
Because i affect a part of the world one can only feel.


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Being An Example For Christ




Being An Example For Christ…

Please don’t ever use or take in vain…
The beauty we find in 
Christ’ holy name!

Let’s be his example!  
And not bring him shame!
Knowing that it was for us all, 
our savior came!

May we all be careful in 
what we’ll say…
And seek to honor our lord every day!

Let’s be HIS example.  
A light shining bright!
Being a testimony for him 
each day and night!

Let’s speak goodness and love
 to Christ our lord.
Bringing dishonor to him…  
We can’t afford!

Christ gives to us that which is 
wholesome and good!
Let’s give him our best!  
We really should!

By Jim Pemberton


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Reason to Rejoice 11032011

REJOICE WITH ME BECAUSE I HAVE FOUND THE COIN I LOST LUKE 15:9

WHEN MY FRIEND CALLED to tell me the story of how she lost 
One of her expensive hearing aids
It sounded similar of the lost coin
Diane described how she had taken care of 5 or 6 errands in a day

During that time she placed her hearing aids in her pocket
When she returned home
One of them was missing
Diane hurried back to all places she had been

Retracting every step she searched for the precious item
Her voice held such amazed joy and gratitude 
As she related the moment of actually finding the tiny hearing aid
No wonder Jesus used a story of losing and finding something of value to describe the joy God has over “one sinner who repents

When I hesitate to let go of an old hurt 
Avoid repenting of my wrong doings
I hope the memory of my friend’s enthusiastic discovery
Will nudge me to give the Holy One another reason to rejoice

Readings and Gospel
Romans 14:7-12, Psalm 27:1
Psalm 4, 13-14, 
Luke 5:1-10


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Jesus Christ Makes A DIFFERENCE


Jesus Christ Makes A DIFFERENCE! There’s many things with a “charming appearance…” I’m here to tell you that Jesus makes A DIFFERNCE! There’s many people who appear to be “loving.” But the love of Christ is definitely worth knowing! There’s many things that seek to “allure!” But the mercy and grace of the lord is secure! There’s many things that can often cause “confusion!” For all of your problems… Jesus is the solution! There’s many things that can cause you to “wander.” You don’t have to be without Christ any longer! There’s something that I wish to say! Why not invite Christ in? Why not today! There’s something Christ wants give to you this very hour… His presence in your life… And his life-changing power! The difference he will make in your life is worth finding! He will bring to you peace and life everlasting! By Jim Pemberton


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Who are These People Pt 2

who are these people?
where did they come from?
of all the aromas in existence, the foul smell from the mouth of an 87 year old man
who has had gingivitis for 32 years
and has had rheumatoid arthritis in his wrist for the past 23
making it difficult, almost impossible to brush his teeth
is unquestionably the most repulsive characteristic of my job.
the bumpy, but crater filled skin that covers majority of guests
shows the degeneration caused by poor nutritional choices
an overall lack of physical exercise, 
and a lifestyle filled and toxified with consumerism and media injected promotional poison, 
they buy, and buy then buy some more
actually believing that the need the items they purchase
knick knacks, glass coasters, another Friday night dress
more liquor, more cigarettes, more disease, 
another pair of shoes, a DVD, 
consume, consume, consume
till their souls are consumed with materialistic so called needs
a new belt, more beer, more stress another year
buying things to bring gratification , trying to remove the fear
hats, drugs, amusement parks, comedians
sex shops, fancy cars, impulsive desires, 
new computer, new thrill, another method of destruction
years of being killed now can’t even carry on a discussion.


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Bitter or Better

Bitter or better,
Which one do you choose, I ask?

Do you choose to make or break,
Life’s challenges and tasks?

Will I be bitter or better?
Is a question we all must ask.

It’s a choice for everyone,
An eternal test to pass.



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like wildfire

like gossip, love's epidemiology
causal, a vector rampant spreading
has another uncontrolled physiology
a loving caring directional heading

love can't grow in a Petri dish
unless you're an amoeba or other cell
if agape's agar to feed, would wish
then i'd suppose it could, as well

diseased with affection and devotion
the prognosis a fortunate telling
incurable in time, your love's emotion
opportunistic transmission compelling

we could seclude with quarantine
but why would we want to isolate
and keep inside of what i mean
an infective germ so obviously great

to catch a love disease, not so good
on some picnic blanket by river of love
as catching love to be, could, would
with your desire of desires, free of

animosity for all of sentient beings
to less thinking with other leanings
hard to be unaffected when all around
everyone, everything is happily bound

one to another and each bound to all
devotedly catching incurable contagion
laughing 'til crying and having a ball
loving each other, and all civilization

what a lovely way we could live life
if we could forgive and forget our ire
without avarice, worry, or greedy strife
just let the love spread like wildfire

© Goode Guy 2011-06-21

http://lyrics.wikia.com/The_Paul_Butterfield_Blues_Band:Love_Disease
http://www.naturalnews.com/010825_counterthink_drug_racket.html
http://tierneylab.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/01/12/love-vaccine/ 

hit me with your best shot... ;-)


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Never Alone

One month and two days ago
We met
Some fell in love
Others wept

I look back 
And I remember
How we were treated equal
All a member

Scattered across the country
We were united 
And one was angry, sad
We were there; strong and undivided

A cruise liner could
Not hold our emotion
We stood and looked at
Each other with strong devotion

One month and two days today
We all look back
And talk like we're still together
We are never seperated; never alone


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I don't deserve Christ' Love For Me

Christ died for me… I didn’t deserve it! His life for mine… He preserved it! His gift of salvation… I received it! After reading John 3:16. I believed it! His hand of mercy has graciously been extended… My broken life has now been “amended I’m thankful for what Christ did for me! His gift of love is plain to see! Throughout life… Often facing a “difficult circumstance…” Jesus has given me hope. And a second chance! I’ll try my best to live as he would want me to… Without him… I have no one else to turn to! Thank you Jesus! For being my best friend! You washed me clean… And took away my sin! You’ve done what you said… And so much more! You’re certainly worth living for! By Jim Pemberton


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Hawaii Five-O

As a little boy
Hypnotized by gyrating
Hips and bare navel

As an adult man
Light-skinned exotic women
Always more preferred


Details | I do not know? | |

closer

Just as the sun sets
the moon ries
I'm pleasured with
candle lit surprises
you gave me your hand
to trust
But i don't want to rush
Baby just understand
you are you my man
Let's meet and became friends
After then we can make our own
Lose ends amends
Closer, closer, and closer
Until we are together.


Details | I do not know? | |

Deadly Macabred Blood Spilt A Spreadly Death.

From when'st this knife fallen from that yonder shelf...
Impels it's long slicable blade deep inside my self.
That blade which bade it's woeful cry so loud...
Gathered many a spectator's viewing crowd.
Blood which spreadeth it's widening reddened shroud...
Instilled it's red bathing, all to a wondering how'd? 
That orange reddened sun bathes the vulture, in
it's heated life shrinking rays of death stalking days...
Serpent's severed head, happly shone off it's protruding, 
elusive pointy forked tongue.
Jackal's fanged teeth had gnarled it's death delivering
quivered smiles...
To all the many horror striked fearing victim's.
The sun had set it's macbre shadow to toil and boil the earth...
Longly and lastly to end on this worldly planed, any chanceful
innocent one's by nature, it's long suffered birth.
Caw, Caw, ... No more forever moored! 

 
 


 


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Does Anyone Think About GOd


Does Anyone Think About God? Does anyone think about their heavenly father? Or simply say... Talk to God? Why bother? Does anyone take the time to give thanks to God above? Perhaps they’re “too busy” to give him their love? Does anyone ever take just in a moment’s breath… Thinking about God any time before their death? Does anyone know that without God, there is a “separation” Is sin! But he’s given to us his gift of salvation! Does anyone take any of their time to see… The plans that God has made for their eternity! Does anyone give God any thanks or praise… For the many things he’s done each of our days? Is there anyone who’ll stand up and raise their voice? And make Jesus their Lord… Their first choice! May this “someone” be you, as you read these words... May a passion for Christ in your life be stirred! May the words “Dear Jesus I invite you in,” be spoken… And may your heart toward God be tender and broken! May you listen to HIS words spoken and hear; “I am always with you!” “You’ve no reason to fear!” Christ is with you… Even to the end of the age! Will he put your name in the book of life’s page? By Jim Pemberton


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Arabian Photostatic

If black only stood and served an evil purpose 
At all times I’d hate it completely, reject it and resist it
With all my will- power and with all my strength

Maybe perhaps she/he once grew from a land called Africa
Maybe she/he had very sharp all five human senses intact 
Together to quickly decipher good from evil

Like fetishism, totemism, dogmatism, jewishism, moslemism
Or churchism the desire to choose and to choose rightly doesn’t
Stem from culture of any real people 
I’d repeat with every confidence
I’ve within my being


There’s a global percentage of liking for African
If she/he held high the need to speedily shun acts of schism,
Nepotism, tribalism

If she/he settled for the right attitude like in plucking a trees’ goodly
Apples,
If she/he selected the most likely option from multiple sets of solutions.

Could you imagine the hypocrisy involved 
with depicted black as fearful as a strange
Figure – 
A genie darkly big, long and tall 
Exactly replicated from Arabian Nights? 


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A Dirty Action

Dirty hands or a dirty mind.
A dirty action works behind.
What is different if we blame?
If we favour them who can find?

Criminal elements are our close,
Who has a duty to matter expose?
 If a person will hide crime, then
Who will feel in society a shame?

Love and affection has more different?
If a killer’s behaviour is misprint.
To work for peace or preference for selfish,
We need crime to punish without any kiss.

It seems hard to wear a responsibility,
We work to survive for decision ability.
A man can’t control if crime is at home,
A man can control if complain has norm.


Details | I do not know? | |

MUSIC MAN

Music Man


He says he’s the entertainer, so confident, so secure
When you gaze into his deep blue eyes you sense something more
As he walks through the crowd they all know his name
But he’s not looking for the glory and the fame
He has an old soul that was so easy to recognize
But he plays in a world so full of plastic and lies
He’s above the game they play, he’s so sincere
He’s got a wild spirit with no fear
He loves the fire but his heart is warm and true
And his piercing blue eyes look right through you
He’s the music in me
He’s the rhythm and melody
His words help me see the beauty in me
He’s Hollywood, if I could
But I never would
He’s Palm Beach, just a little out of reach
He’s words to a song
This can’t be wrong
He’s my Music Man
He’s a song that has never been sung
He’s an old soul with a spirit young
He’s a shooting star
A flaming guitar
He’s everyone you wish you could be
He’s living and dying to be free 
He’s the Music Man
He’s the Music in me




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Blessed Quietness God Brought To My Soul

Blessed Quietness… God Brought To My Soul! It’s blessed quietness that God brought to my soul. His blessed peace and love has made me whole! It was everlasting love, that I and God were “acquainted.” Now a new life in my heart has been “freshly painted.” It was his eternal grace that brought me to my knees. I asked him to refresh me, like a cool summer breeze. It was his gentle voice that called out my name. The joy he’s brought me, is kind of hard to explain. It’s the same God who extends an invitation to you! Won’t you trust him? He will never fail you! He is and will always be the one I’ll need. I shall follow him whatever direction he may lead. The quietness he brings calms life’s stormy sea. And lets me know he’s always there for me! By Jim Pemberton


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Burning a cool fire

When a fire breaks out
In a property,
Everyone runs after the fire,
To make sure,
Nobody is left, 
But when somebody flamed me up,
Nobody come to share me,
Everyone blamed me,
This is my business,
They cannot touch my privacy,
I burnt the entire life,
Nobody shared my pain.
I tried hard to extinguish it,
Myself, and wept, until,
My last wish did not burn,
I cooked my sighs,
And roasted my memories.
Nobody came to care for me,
I am living in a poor world,
Where a fire is burning in my cool motions.


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A Concept of progress

The world has this development,
The cause of their thinking,
They know how to use brain,
Why has a mind this power?
Development for an Idea.

As a seed, that shoots,
Grass, shrubs, plants and trees.
A needle or a space shuttle,
Only a cause of an idea,
Human travels with this concern.

Experience, knowledge and education,
A cause only for idea,
How a person can develop,
And progress individually,
Society hopes cooperation and peace.

Unity a tact of growth,
Enjoyment smoothness in flow,
Entertainment is encouragement,
A concept of progress,
So idea can move in its way.


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COMPLETE CHANGE

to completely change and turnaround to you,
to see what you saw.
a lamb of heart that is open,
hardness of a heart that soften.
a change from the darkness,
that lightens teh burdens.
erases the past,
gives content and peace that lasts.
strengthens the weak,
delivers us from all the doubt.
seperates the mighty from the meek,
love that can be shared but not be bought.
simplicity of the goodness,
growth after the mercies.
value of the righteous,
laws with no abuse.
gentleness with every step;
timid and fragile like a sheep,
each important like a secret.
a reflection of a new creation:
an expression of a new sensation,
a revival of the spirit with each new generation.


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died while i was living

can't be 
justice 
with the suspect 
smiling 

can't be love 
with my heart 
still prowling 

oh 911 
did you get the 
411 
my heart was broken 
i can't walk or run

i can't talk i'm stung
haven't even touch 
you....now look at 
the drool from my tounge

i'm seeing my future 
but my present is 
threat ful 
if i don't change i'm just 
i'm just 
i'm just 
i'm just 
i'm just 
hold up i'm talented 
beautiful
able 
willing 
strong 
powerful 
determine.,.
my fears died while i was living


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Serving A False God Or The True God


Serving a False God Or the True God? We often read about the Israelites in the Bible. They rejected God and made a false idol. Forsaking the true God who brought them from Egypt.. False worship from this land, they decided to “keep it.”. After Moses went up to the mountain, they formed a golden calf. The true God who saved them, they mocked and laughed. The wrath and fury of the true God soon prevailed! The false image of a calf was worshiped, but FAILED! Are you serving the true God? Or one made by human hands? Do you seek the glory of God? Or the perversion of this land? God has given to us all his commands. We must obey them! God gives us scripture to live by, and not just say them! This same God of Moses is the same one who lives today! Listen to his voice! And the words he has to say! Don’t serve a false God, but the God of creation! Won’t you come now and receive his gift of salvation? By Jim Pemberton


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That's a long walk

A strange old lady stopped in front of me
With a deep sigh she said, " It's a long walk "
One more sigh and one more minute of rest
She continued her walk

Who knows it is for another long or short walk ?
Who knows when she can make another stop ?
An old couple came and stood besides me
I saw weary feelings in their eyes

How long they travelled before they got this break ?
Where do they move after this rest ?
How far they have to walk and take small intervals 
Before they get everlasting rest in peace ?

Another old man came and greeted the couple
How are you ?...... long time no see......
Glad to see you again....... how's life ? 
Sorry, I have to rush

See you again if God wills
Take care ....have a safe trip home
He moved fast towards his destination
I wish he get there safe 

People are coming and going
Resting for a short while and keep moving
You see movements everywhere 
Movements give life to everything


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Just For A Moment

Just for a moment close your eyes,

Just for a moment listen to the sounds.

Just for a moment think of the the past,

Just for a moment imagine their rounds.

Try to remember as you celebrate the fourth,

all the meaning behind it and all it's worth.

Be thankful you see pretty colors in the sky,

and all you are listening to are fire works...


Details | I do not know? | |

Messages Of Love

Write a letter, a note, a message,
Whatever that can make him notice.

Fold the paper into the shape of a bird.
Let the written piece fly away to where he is.

Write a note. Post it onto his locker.
It’ll make him discover there’s an admirer.

Roll up a message. Place it in a bottle.
Never know where it might just settle.

Write a letter. Mail it away.
So that he may read it one day.

E-mail what you want to say. Send it away.
Patiently wait for what he has to say.

Write a wish. Envision it becoming real.
Perhaps someday you’ll both truly feel the same.


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A fine day

Confusing discussions a time to kill going nowhere.
Lost its voice in a deep fog share shimmering dark of sadness. 
Became a crew to howl beneath to seize your depressed share.
Relative to its reality way of fine tuning colors in multiple rays. 
In respect to flying  particles works being the part of other self.

Upon a judgment a cloud will not vanish in drops of rain seamless.
Challenge refined rules holding against opportunities 
As being  happy with own self.
Sanctuary thought our salvage aims multiple paths join with hazing braise.
Greet runs winding labyrinth disclosing own rules as one of our self.
Graciously admit your name in drawings in vote of a fine day excerpt.


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NEVER BE AFRAID TO BE PROUD of AMERICA


America, the abundant, the place I was born 
I'll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground 
Who loved her the same as I.

Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky;
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There's billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.

That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.

There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train 
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and from the factories 
Balanced in a box on a wheel.

Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall, 
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a present from France, 
Describes how, inside, we feel.

That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves America’s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.

We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.















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Shes an angels

She looked at me with her eyes
Healing everything even my lies
Even when I am descending
She never gives me an ending

All becomes peaceful with no pain
Not pushing her away I gain

Acting if she is my own 
Never she is harder than stone
Generating pure spirit is a cure
Evening lights shine so pure
Love of all things she holds
Some love stands in time so bold


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Words and silence

We hold them close to our hearts deep within.
Words we can use to cuase hurt and sin.
Words can do anything.
Words can be turned to music as you sing.
Words can heart you to though.
They can put out that light in your heart that glows.
Words can and will let you frown.
They can turn your heart and your stomach upside down.
They often make you happy to.
They can make you smile when feeling blue.
They make you smile
Grin
Glow 
Gleam
And beam.
But words mean so much more than they seem.
Words are not always needed.
And not alwaye headed.
I myslelf am stuck between those lines.
I dont speak much, mouth of a mime.
Look across the room and see a girls eyes.
Then she smiles at you to your surprise.
You nod at a man walking by to show your respect.
For its rude to look and neglect.
Silence though has anger to.
A finger in the air faceing you.
A hatefull look at you across a fence.
But you glare back without a flinch.
Words and silence are always used.
But whatever the action you do.
Stop and take a minute to think it through.


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Night

night falls
wounded by the days' plight

night consumes
all the hopeful fractured splinters of light

night recedes
into its desolate lair

night extinguishes
the roaring furnace of despair

night hides
from a bubbling desire reaching out to feel

night flees
leaving the jilted to bow down and kneel

night soars
breaking the chains of isolation

night rots
in the cellars of time's vacuum of desolation

night devours
the travails of the day that has past

night mends
the wounds that once were doomed to last

night returns 
faithfully as the day must retire

night settles
the doomed voices that mutter and conspire
night consoles
the weary mind and the restless heart so torn
night placates
knowing that night itself is darkest just before a new dawn

so

night freezes
all snapshots of the passing day

as

night embraces
the new while the old simply fades away


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Teachers and Students

At the eyes' corners
Such motley pupils hangout
For others' glimpses.


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Voices

Silky emotion.
Expression of all within.
Speech conveying hearts.


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Jesus Is Concerned About YOU

Jesus is very concerned about YOU!
No matters the trials you’re going through!

He’s willing to forgive you of your past!
And give you his love, that will always last!

He’s willing to come in to your heart .
He can bring to your life a brand new start!

He’s the one who seeks to get your attention.
He can give you a purpose and a clear direction!

He’s waiting for you!  Very patient and kind!
He created this whole world with you mind!

Won’t you take the time to call on his name?
You’ll be glad you did!  And glad he came!

He rewards and blesses those who seek him!
You all have to do is to trust and receive him!


By Jim Pemberton      






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The Pleasant Racket

That cheese and apple affect,
chaotic yells for morning
revolutionised
by the simple cup of tea.

With smiling echo's in grim passageways
of graffiti laughs,
concrete surfs
and chewing gums dalmatian.

Rackets of rain
like falling rivers
are the singing shouts of
ambient joy.


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Be Sane


All that we retain
We must maintain
So we should refrain
From the inane
So we can sustain
And remain
Without blame
   



Details | I do not know? | |

American Live's A'wasted, Priced Of Oil, We've Tasted

A star-lit night,while out on patrol...If
the enemy is ever sighted,it's beyond my
control.Land mines and IED's blow up metal
boxes on wheels...American live's,of this
un-Godly politically oil inspired war of
Iraq,takes as steals.An American flag waves
in the wind and flies overhead...Is Arab
oil the price we pay for our very own dead?

02-27-2006'.


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The Value of homelessness

Just because you have no home,
Does not make you any less,
You are still apart of this human race,
Whether you live in a mansion or a mess.

It’s such a shame to see your life go down the drain,
But you still hang in there strong,
You drench in the cold rain,
While singing your hopeful song.

I sometimes think of what you would have been like before,
 I suppose no different to who you are today,
Material possessions can't make you any more,
They just get in the way.

It’s not in my hands to rescue you,
Though I wish it could be,
Remember I’m the one who is trapped,
And you are the one who is free.

At least now you know the value of a stone,
The pricelessness of a crumb,
The fear of being alone,
Facing the end, if it shall ever come.

But one day your dreams shall build your home,
Then your sleepless fearful nights will be gone,
But in the mean time you keep hanging on.


Details | Ballad | |

I ADORE MODEST WOMEN

I adore modest women,
so soft-spoken and
very elegant,
who aren't looking for men
to seduce without being
atrracted to  them!

There's a shortage of men,
and they try to get whomever they can,
ugly, handsome or good- for -nothing;
all they want is pleasure, not a friend! 

I love simple women
who are fashionable 
and very sleek;
I love women
who can look in their mirror
and say to themselves,
" I'm beautiful! "
Honesty can make any man weak,
enough to give them much more!

Be careful of women who touch their face
when they laugh and pretend to like your kisses,
giving you the illusion of a full moon...
in the middle of a hot afternoon:
you will burn, but won't remember a darned thing;
and all that wasted energy for a quick sling!
 
I adore modest women
who don't wear lots of make up...
to hide a despised face;
isn't simplicity
another form of beauty?
I adore modest women
who undress you when they're hot...
they make you feel wanted without words:
and that's when my passion starts up,
and I become a real man!


Details | Rhyme | |

After All These Years Still IN LOVE

Still In Love...
My son came to me with 
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”

He said, “Daddy—are you still 
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when 
I was in her tummy?”

My eyes choked with tears; 
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”

“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you 
will always belong.”

I looked down and much
to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my sons's eyes.

He came running to me with 
his arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.

I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.

His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.

I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 
2006


Details | I do not know? | |

When You're With Me

It was a gray overcast day
Humid and ordinary to anybody else
But it to me it was special in every way

We met up at this little place
Over your food and my drink we talked
I barely touched it cause there's nothing I'd rather look at than your face
I take you naturally in like oxygen when you're with me

On a gray day we set a fire at our table
Everything else just melted away
I liked the way I made you laugh
Your face fell into your hands
I loved the way you smiled at me

And when we took a walk in the parking lot
Everything else is what I forgot
Just an ordinary place
But the best thing was that smile on your face 
That's when you said "I'm so happy"
I love it when you're with me

The sun was setting as we were resting by the water
I was sitting on the rail as we spoke
The way you really looked at me 
I'm not sure if I'm drowning in you or floating on you like water
I liked the way you looked up as me as you stood by me while I sat
I loved the way you smiled at me

So you drove me home
I loved it when you said I was yours
Sitting beside you it felt so right
It's crazy to say but maybe, possibly this is how we should live our lives
My favorite passenger seat is yours
Cause it's so right when you're with me

This is where I want to be
Anywhere is beautiful as long as you're with me

 


Details | Rhyme | |

You Are My Beloved

You Are My Beloved And the Love Of My Soul… I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valley below… As the lily thrives among the thorns.. My love for you grows! As the apple tree lives amongst the other trees in the woods. My commitment to be with you is clearly understood. I’ve invited you to this banqueting table under a banner of love. Stay with me and comfort me. You’re a gift from God above! As I listen to your voice. May it leap from the mountain tops! In my heart… You’re more beautiful that the clearest raindrops! You spoke to me; “My love…” “Please arise.” I come to you and see the beauty in your eyes! My dove, you are in the cleft of the rocks. In a “secret place.” Let me see the beauty, that shines on your face! I shall always cherish and love you… Much more than you can give.... My love grows ever so deeper…. Each day you live! When the sun arises… And the shadows shall turn away. Your beauty arises! And brightens my life every day! Your beauty and wisdom is something to behold! You’re more precious to me than the purest gold! My love for you shall endure beyond the end of time! How I long to be with you! I’m so glad you’re mine! By Jim Pemberton 11/27/11 Read Song of Sol. Ch. 2


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mans Man

Man’s Man

WLM
Wildncrazy555
April 18, 2011
To the gay population in the world

He is quite a man
And he will make his stand
For he will always stay
In his mind his own way
To most in the world it is a sin
But to him it is his place to begin
He is not sappy
He is continually always happy
For the love he has to give
Makes his life so great to live
In life we always change things and arrange
To most in life they think we are strange
We will sit and feel the simple breeze
Knowing ??????’s heart is at ease
In this world we will not desist
For millions of others exist
We must always give them their own space
Since they will always win their race
And they exist in their own place
Which is full of God’s wonderful grace

Written for a friend of mine
Who will always be a friend
Regardless of his lifestyle
William Lewis Moore
Bill


Details | I do not know? | |

lies

lies told,
lies heard,
makes you want
to flip the bird...
to who?...
the lie teller.


Details | Free verse | |

Constructing spirit

Have you ever come to share, your spirit showing that you care
not with flowers but the strongest form of heart ?
I ask only to display, why I may take great dismay
For the end is sounding then more like the start.

And so I've come to notice, after loosening my focus
That I might just be to young to give that gift.
Not a gift at all I know, just a part of me to flow
Anyone of you can see it if you wish.

But the blind can never see, nor were ever meant to be
On the team that will forever have to fight.
So if you want to see, i will teach you not for me
But for YOU to see the beauty of the light. 

Forgive me if I sound reserved, for too long I was disturbed
Resulting from the one who had my spirit sinking.
So I'll attempt to make a deal, with this thought not much to feel
I will save myself from dying, or just thinking 


Details | Verse | |

My Partner ' A younger sister'

Secrecy, 
What’s that? 
Privacy,
What’s that?
My sister is growing well,
Always her eyes investigated me.

When I wrote my first love letter,
Nobody in family knew about that,
I wrote it in the midnight,
When everyone was yawning,
And sleep was swinging her swing,
Darkness was enjoying calmly,
Stars were twinkling in the palm of clear sky,
Cool air was embracing softly,
Moon was dripping the blossom.

Everything was moving slowly slowly,
As they were frightened from noise,
Street Dogs were hiding in sleep,
Rats were jumping over cats,
Jackal were rounding openly in the streets,
They were scratching bins for foods,
Owl was watching them from the street light pole,
My dim light in the corner was moving the words.
My dear love,’ It was nice to talk.’
I am free on the weekend.
Nothing was new in my first writing,
But it was all threatening to me.

If Mum found me that,
If Dad minded about me,
How will treat my brother?
How did I feel when my friends have annoying?
It will be strange and conscious,
When they shall draw a cartoon of my love, and me
A spider web,
Or a horse ridding girl,
And a pony; a step chaser,
I was seeking to remove my steps,
As the waves were touching to sore.

A very wide and open camping,
But sand seemed itself totally unharmed.
Very soft, as nobody touched it before,
My body was shrinking itself,
The expression was fragrantting my own,
I was trying to hide my dreams,
I never new that,
My younger sister has watching me 
She read my letter when I was in bath.
What was then?
She was partner of my secrets.
She was my own,
Where privacy and secrecy has no meaning. 


Details | I do not know? | |

We Are Home

I opened my eyes to my family I love so dear,
and as they rush to my side I try hard to tell them there is nothing to fear.
There tears fall on the sheets by my side,
and it is me that struggles to let my emotions subside.

In an instant I see someone pass behind the flock that is straight ahead,
my god to my disbelief  I could have sworn he was dead.
With a chuckle he passes between the human mass of love,
and points to the ceiling above.

The figure I have known for 35 years from night to day,
and in our vow of love he came back here today.
He speaks no words as he holds my hand and lifts me out of bed,
and past our family, that thinks I am dead.

The room fills up with nurses and doctors galore,
but as the volts enter my body, I know I am no more.
I kiss my daughter and hug my son to say goodbye,
and ask my husband, is it my time to die?

He smiles and we walk into a stairwell of light,
and I hold his hand, trying not to show my fright.
As we pass through the air into a realm I have never known,
My husband kisses me on my lips and whispers, now we are home.


Details | Free verse | |

Balloon For a Raccoon

On my porch
is a raccoon-
He said he’d leave by June,
but he’s been stealing all my spoons;
and his paws are always in my pots,
tying my plants all up in knots.
He steals all my dog’s food,
and always walks around in the nude.
Now I don’t know how to get rid of a nude raccoon,
maybe I’ll tie his junk to a giant balloon.


Details | Etheree | |

Bought

Please
let me 
be precise~
I am the chief!
Your every wish
now lies within my grasp.
There will be no gradual
lessening of your temptation.
But feel free to keep this thought in mind~
I would never abandon you cheaply!


Details | I do not know? | |

My Imperfections Thats Just Me

I'm a girl of imperfection, that's just who i am.

Sometimes I give up doing things when i don't think i can.

I'm a horrible liar but i sometimes still try.

They say my give away is something in my eyes.

They tell me I'm to passive and that i need to stand my ground.

Yet when i become a brat(altered for site)....

nobody wants me around.

I am Sagatarious and as stubborn as can be.

I bet on number 9 cus false hopes tell me it's lucky.

My number never wins but i play it anyway.

The dreamer inside me is waiting for that day.

I use bad grammer and stumble on my words.

Sometimes i talk so quiet...it's hard to be heard.

Some friends call me pokey cus i move at my own pace.

I will get there eventually cus my life is not a race.

I'm a girl of imperfection...that's never gonna change.

Even when you know me, you'll still think i am strange.

Sometimes I'm frustrating and even annoy myself.

I take things for granted and I envy others wealth.

I love the smell of roses but i think Daisy's are the best.

Sometimes I eat the pettles and throw out all the rest.

I love to drive when theres more then just me.

Slug bug gets boring with just the car seat.

I have been known to snore when i sleep.

Bad dreams cause me to grind my teeth.

I was once told I was laughing hard in my sleep.

Still today i wish to remember that dream.

Forgotten forever like a stranger passing by.

The one that made me laugh without saying hi.

Occasionally im clumsey and I'm often being rushed.

Be careful with me...my feelings are easily crushed.

I'm modest about my feelings so you would probrably never know.

But if you lie, cheat, or steal from me their sure to one day show.

I consider myself a passive woman...never lookin for a fight.

I was raised to use my words to stand up for what is right.

.


Details | Free verse | |

Knock It Down

down down down, knock it down to the basement 
blowing stuff up for a book never made sense 
the books were made, we've been screwed since
religion should be talked about in past tense
hence, the age of ignorance is over 
ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders
its a heavy weight to carry 
but death is a women i would gladly marry 
if it means i could stop the torment and destruction 
of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted
the mind is pure, void of superstition 
don't transmit unto your loved one your condition 
let them grow up, and make their own decision 
because i know if you did they would never choose the same path 
they would figure out the simple math  
they would never be so arrogant
to believe this world was heaven sent 
and was made with them in mind
they would reject any mention of a being divine 
only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain 
eternity, what is there to gain 
is this life and this world not enough for you 
you need another, and another, and another too
it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have 
don't let your children fall victim to the same fad


Details | Concrete | |

The Quill




                                                Page Seeking Life                   
                                         Blank                      Exploring           
                                    This                      Peace 
                                  Beyond                        The
                               Alone                    World
                             Travel      Joy      Unknown
                            Night      The     Letting      
                            And       Feel        Others
                          Day        To            See
                          You                Using
                             Like      Silvery    
                             Just  Quill
                                   A 
                               Am 
                                 I 




        
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear God How I Love YOU


Dear God… How I Love You! Dear God… When all else fails, I will trust you! With my lips, I shall praise you! Dear God… Though others may forsake me… I know that you are here. And are always with me! Dear God… If this world comes to a “grinding halt…” Joy and peace in my life… You have brought! Dear God… When others criticize me for honoring your name… I know that one day, you shall put them all to shame! Dear God… You’re all I’ll ever need, and so much more! It is you that I praise, worship and adore! Dear God… I offer to you a heart of thanksgiving! For everything you’ve done, And the love you’re giving! You've met my every need! The all sufficient one! All praise and glory through Jesus Christ… Your son! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Classicism | |

New Millenium same old stuff

My revolutionary heart smiled at its private joke:
“The poor can’t eat the rich because they’d gag and they’d choke
On toxins like guilt, cynism and greed,
Prozac and Botox – not quite what the poor need.”

But, the above-mentioned attitudes, I hear you demur,
Are found just as commonly amongst the poor.
Yes, I retort, it’s just as you say –
But they have better reasons to feel that way.



For those with soft beds, their futures assured,
Their needs taken care of, their investments secured,
No wolves near their doors, their faces unlined -
Surely these ones can simply afford to be kind?

For the poor each gesture has a real cost –
A loaf of bread given may mean a meal lost,
But the rich can donatecratefuls, it takes no nerve,
It is only a snack, a  missed hors’d’oevre! 


Details | I do not know? | |

I write

With locked jaw frustration resembling pain,
with a mind bubbling over releasing so as not to go insane
I write....
From the corner of my mind that rocks back and forth
along side the pitiful person who knows not her worth
I write....
Sponged in sadness, sopped in madness
overly concerned with the worlds un gladness
I write....
Wonder why this, wonder why that,
needing to know all of the facts
I write....
Point of view here, point of view there
so long as the point is relatively fair
I write....


Details | I do not know? | |

Oath Unbound: Psalm 2

I speak of a passion which only God can deny
for what other Force may decide when Heroes should die
Along rainswept passages and rut-strewn way
I see my brothers stoop'd down to pray

We each stumbled and groped down this unwalked path
unknown to eachother but sharing in wrath
but woe to those of us who would undo
the will of God, for his anger would ensue

Soldiers and Heroes, martyrs among us halved men
we bled and we died before the whips of angellic sin
our wings be clipped, our crowns lay shattered
but for all our strength we were able to do what mattered

Alas! In the End of Day and Night!
When Heaven shies behind the edges of mortal sight!
I still hear the choirs sing and chime
In their hymns there exists no Time

Only for a moment dare I shut my ear
even'ough the Dark Enemy draws ever near
I fear that the skies cannot hold still
Paradise shakes for the Devil's will

I only wish'd for a moment's reprieve
a moment away from my Master's sleave
But for a Man such as I, chained to oaths all worlds decry
I can never forever hope to know what it's like to be free

O' a moment passes all too soon
my ear opens up, my hands re-bound, my brief stillness ruin'd
the sword and the shield fastly to my hand
the war is not o'er and my blood still feeds the land

Retract! Retract!
Bitter dreams to waylay and distract
My focus returneth to the fight ahead
I return to toil, to labor, until the enemy falls dead

Drop to drop, my blood runneth down
Almighty God drives my blade, my Dark Enemy found
down He lays, emptied of life from every vein
And forever after I see my Dark Enemy, my brief freedom slain


Details | Free verse | |

A Few Peach Petals

The roses I picked for you 
have not withered.
Spiteful, rejoicing flowers.
Blossomed on the coldest days
of early Spring. Opened-out
when the relentless rain
battered the pitch of the house.
Flowered when the wind
lashed out against the porch.
We laid under wide covers
and made love in protest
against our nation's hate.
The xenophobia in immigration
debates. Our Oreo skin, naked
and entwined,  a statement,
an act of rebellion. We made love
to wash away our sins.
And when we woke, 
when the kind sun rose,
a few peach petals lay 
gently by our bed.


Dean Walker


Details | Rhyme | |

Dance

Oh the tempest of the dance
and with it's heartbeat move
within it's rhythm that perchance
that graceless not you prove
to soar within a cheerful tone
as motions weave to melody
does touch within the core of bone
and in abandoned harmony

Cast with flowing piroutte
and symmetry of step on floor
a caper to a minuette
and into dance emotions pour
like children playing in the field
and in song does hearbeat skip
to the feeling one must yield
laid to ballad on the lip

Dance is such a sensuous thing
to seek to feel in songs narration
like butterflies in meadow wing
being warmed by the sensation
as sinuous as a roebucks spring
to a blithful destination
and in its depths the heart must sing
to movement and it's facination

COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Free verse | |

No Name

This world of ours slips in an evil stream
As we continue on in this demented dream
We have married a selfish bride
That has so much to hide
Our great president worships her
The holy trinities bless her
And yes those tea parties in England just go on
As the skis over Baghdad burn
She has her ways
Running our cars
Making life so nice
But our monetary slice does take so much
And Oh
She is so slippery
So dark
So maniacal
She lives to consume
This bride 
The true God

Oil


Details | I do not know? | |

Confession

I sit here in my bed of dried up tears
Alone in room, alone in my weakness
Sometimes I wonder what you would say 
And what you would do if only you knew

If I let you know how much I care
If you could see how much I need you there
Just if you knew how purely I love you
What would you do
What would you say
Would you fall deeply for me
Would you walk away

Could someone hold me
Can someone console me
Cause I've never loved anyone as much
Never loved anyone as long as I have you
Going back and forth in my mind
Thinking I've got a shot and feeling like I don't
Knowing you care about me but always scared you don't
Wishing I could say this but I won't

Sometimes I wonder what you would say 
And what you would do if only you knew

Well here's a confession
I'm stuck in you
You're trapped in my heart
Each day that passes
When you're not mine
It tears me apart

Here's a confession
You're so good to me
The idea of you not being mine
Kills inside
The idea of giving up is something I could never do
Every word is true

Sometimes I wonder what you would say 
And what you would do if only you knew


Details | Rhyme | |

A Vacation, Almost, Not For Me

After careful thought
Alot of consideration
I've decided to dedicate
My one and only vacation

First stop is helping Roger
For he is in despair
He lost his only son in Iraq
But his belongings are everywhere

Then I'm off to Redding
A lady there had the heart of my best friend
I need to give her something of his
Reminding her there a new beginning to every end

Trinity Falls has beauty 
I've never seen before
I'll stop here for a day
To keep my butt from getting sore

From there I travel the coast
Shelter Cove is where I'll land
Hand delivering a job
To a client in basking on the ocean sand

Down to Vegas 
My son I need to see
He calls just to say I Love You
Can you bring some boxes to me

Somewhere in the desert
I will set old items on fire
Forever discarding the memories I've kept
For the man my heart desires

Then, helping my parents
We've got water to move
Our orchard is growing
And more building permits to approve

I'll see ya all in a while
I better get my butt in gear
I'll write as I travel
For loniless is my only fear





Details | Couplet | |

Erin

The modest curves of a women in jeans,
whose smile becomes the essence of sheen,
A beam extended of a distant sun,
A beam exalted the beauteous one,
her orgin must be of a godess hands,
her name is uttered everywhere men stand,
Erin, beneath the breath of fairest dreams,
Erin of earth, adorned, the fairest queen


Details | I do not know? | |

I Want Someone To Love

I want someone to hold.
I want someone to have.
I want someone to talk to.
I want someone to keep me company.
I want someone to sing with me.
I want someone to share pure bliss with.

I want a saviour-like person.
I want a true friend.
I want a soul who I can find throughout all lives.
I want a friend who is of many of my own.
I want a bond where I'll never feel alone again.

I want a dream to come true.
I want a blend of all feelings.
I want a destiny worth fulfilling.
I want a life full of meanings.
I want a desire to be made real.

I want someone to always know how I feel.
I want someone to dance with.
I want someone to help me in my ordeals.
I want someone who is one of my ideals.
I want someone who makes me daydream.
I want someone who makes my hopes real.
I want someone who will keep me longing for more.
I want someone other than myself.


Details | Verse | |

My Determination

What was my determination?
When you offered me a body,
And fresh soul,
To behave gently and kindly,
With your decent documentation,
That you have collected,
Through rewinding my mind’s timetable.

I thought, you have my supplementary exam,
I closed my eyes,
To ignore dangers,
But noise entered into my body,
Through shutterless Ears,
I blocked them with my strong fingers,
But air conveyed it through smelling,
You have authorized me,
To deal with issues,
Those you have created for me,
To enjoy pleasure of sadness.

Time caught my finger,
And my tiny feet walked a long distance of life,
Although you have arranging my food,
But I failed to fill my little Tummy,
Always my body fell down with tiredness.
Time supported me to rise up,
And provided fresh ideas to apply for,
But I wasted my energy to kill time.
And never thought time is only my guide.


Details | Sonnet | |

My Fame

Is it possible to say?
I love you!
Really I do!
Each and every day!
 
Would you stray?
In lieu!
Or out of the blue!
Each and every day for you I’d pray!
 
Inside you I came,
You went,
I stayed the same,
For you I was sent!
 
Each and every day I was meant,
Each and every day I gain My Fame!


Details | I do not know? | |

Love, Mania, and Verse

Love, Mania, and Verse

The pendulum swings,
while the mania in my head,
strips me bare and yanks me,
into the cauldron of love.

Once again,
never divining the tea leaves,
knowing, always knowing,
the gnawing knots of unease,
that curl into a fist.

My isolation is a shield,
a suit of armour,
tightly clad around my self,
once worn,
then discarded,
taking its place,
on my barren shelf.

Love, mania and verse,
coalesce, beseeching me,
with timeous forewarning,
not to tread into the quicksand,
that slippery bog of promise.

Yet,
in times past,
in moments present,
tis' that very promise,
that I cling to.

At times I lose,
myself in the crowd,
rebelling in the solitude found there,

at times I claw,
my way back to the now,
aching for the pain that stings,

the buried voice that sings,
dirges to forgotten emotions,

scribbled verse that flings,
the toys out of my cot,

while I wait,
for the mania to stop,

knowing,
always knowing,
that it shall be,

merely a matter of time,
before the other shoe,
must, as always, 
drop.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

George Jargon

The cool.The night air.The mist.A breeze.The light.The stars.A kiss.A walk.
A stroll.A hint.A scent.A wish.A smile.A stare.A glance.A rain drop. A cloud.
A shower.A sunset.The dawn.A book.A song.A candle's glow.A fireplace.
A wall.A room.A pale color scheme.A bubble.A faucet drip. A cigar. The count
down.A wish A kiss.A pat on the back. A squat.A spot.A release.A drink.
Some gin.Some wine.A pomagranate.Some rum.Champagne.Love in vain.
A toast.The utmost.Imagination.Spooked Alone.The dark.A dim light. A
skeleton.A closet. Love tucked away.A rendezvous.A refuse.A sweet retreat.
A thick parfume.A message.Tlc.A lay. A midnight.Candlelight rendezvous.
TWO.US TWO.ME AND YOU.A smut game.A winner.A victor.A love that's
tame.The same.Opposites.Night into day.Window shopping.Indecision.
Beneath the moon.Sleep until noon.On the kitchen floor.By the fire place.
A blouse.A shirt.Some pants.A skirt.Silk.Satin.Linen.Lace.Fur.Leather.
Sweater.Suede.The daylight.Dawn.Daybreak.Sunday morn.Holywater.
Crispy bacon.China.Silver.Coffee.Tea.Sugar.Honey.Love's sweet treats.


Details | Sonnet | |

Desert Moon

Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, 

You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. 

Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, 

Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. 

  

Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, 

You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. 

Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, 

Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. 

  

The collectors shall find, 

Lost on a course in time, 

Many stranded or behind, 

Many with no unjust crime! 

  

Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, 

Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon. 

  



Details | I do not know? | |

I still Care

I have finally realized it’s time to let go
Took me to loose a friend to realize what I already know
I’ve apologized for my actions to you with no avail
Which leaves me to do what I do best which is to bail
Kicking my own butt once again for letting you go
Wish I would have just stayed still and waited you know
But I can’t continue to dwell on the past
Or that thing I thought I had, but couldn’t make it last
Funny how we realize our flaws when it’s much too late
I really fell hard just realized it a little to late
You have always been what you said u were honest & true
I just had no idea what I was dealing with in you
See when you loose trust for people that rule applies to them all
I just really had no idea,  it was too late to call
My actions were not to my pleasing but it’s still no reason
Can’t expect you to march to the beat of my drum
Especially when instead of marching I run
Funny how we fear our own heart
Well at least for me that’s where it starts
Let a person get in close I wouldn’t Dare
Until we start to work with that emotion called care
Too busy moving forward but still looking back
Kind of threw everything I had going on off track
Yes, I have been broken but it’s time to move on
Hate that I had to clam up though and do you wrong
Why do I feel like I’m still singing the same old Song
Must be a hint to change the tune…. Yea I know that’s what I need to do
I just had to say something to you though… Even if was only those 2 words to you



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FLY-BOYS



World War I gave us the fly-boys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.

Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.

Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to their death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.

Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot down
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.

Tracer bullets for the first time were used
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The skies became man’s highway of death
With duty and honor their driving desire.

How many Fly-boys have we lost since then
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?

By Tom Zart







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A ROYAL'S QUERULOUS DEBATE

The curtain slowly rises...the audience is spell-bound
by the appearance of royalty

Act 1, Scene 1

King Henry VIII: O adored wife, you never drew
another man to your breasts;
have I loved you more or less?

King Henry VIII: O voluptuous lips that have kissed mine,
when roses spurred to greatness,
is your trust in me flimsy or fortified?

Queens Katherine: Why are you asking me this,
beloved husband, if the promise
of that young virgin was more than true?
I have desired your strong arms around me,
to dispel my fears and doubts on many moonless and frightening nights...
when the northern wind ruthlessly entered in the chambers,
and blew out all the candles that were more aromatic than columbines!
O dearest love, which need I didn't provide you by touch? 

King Henry VIII: No, sweeheart everything you offered me,
but lust for another woman led me astray...
leaving your marital bed and sneaking away!

Queen Katherine: O dishonorable husband, what made you so unfaithful...
if I made you the vessel of these dreams,
to transport me on soft waves like cherubs' wings?  

King Henry VIII: Not enough passion in love-making, insensible wife...
permitting your guilt prevent the pleasure 
I sought in every embrace and intimate feeling,
to boost this amorous ego without ending!

Queen Katherine: How dare you say that, unmeritous husband...
while your attention was focused on a mistress?

King Henry VIII: How can you blame me, uncaring wife...
making me escape and causing me to cheat?

Queen Katherine: This marriage took place under the eyes of the  Almighty,
and you solemnly swore to honor me,
to love me, to strengthen me and to spend a lifetime
of joys, of hopes and sorrows through love and fidelity!


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There Is No Limit On God's Love For YOU


With God…  There Is No Limit!

When it comes to God’s love.  There is no limit!
It’s one thing to hear of it. 
 Another to live it!

There is no limit of his beauty
 for you to receive.
All you have to do is to reach out…    And believe!

There is no limit to his awesome power
 and wondrous deeds.
He can take care of you 
and meet all of your needs!

There is no limit to how much of your
 sin can be forgiven.
He can change you right now…  
And the way you’re livin’!

There is no limit to the words
 of life he has spoken…
Why not allow his words to enter your heart
and be “inner-woven.?”

There is no limit to the power
 of his divine healing
The words;  “I love you!”  
He’s forever revealing!

There is no limit to HIS majesty… 
 He rules SUPREME!
He is God.  Your provider… 
 He Is EVERYTHING!

There is no limit to the many times he’s 
knocked at your heart’s door.
Why not invite him in??? 
What are you waiting for?

Why not accept this unlimited God
 who’s so patient and kind.
Won’t you do this today? 
 Why there is still time?

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Verse | |

Funished in Chintz and Indian Sattin

Her fair gentle nature reflected parental tenderness
White wicker furniture, skillfully crafted Indian carpets
Most  acceptable  presents of  b;ue   fine bone china
We  begin  to splice  together  the useful fragments.
Meekness  and  forgiveness charactarise  a woman 
of  equal  taste and delicacy braided in  fine ribbons.
Morning  breakfast  aromas ,  activity  on  fine linen
shows  a  broken  in  the  bud youth  of gentle spirit.
Love , is  the  childish  divinity of fresh-faced youths.
Broken  voice  flames  a warm passion and desire.
Sights and sounds of a hearbeat like a drum solo 
in  a  small  town  honoured  occassion appeared
before him with tembling and terrified rose cheeks.
His voice harmony itself, twinkle in his eye, reined
his horse close to the carriage and doffed his hat.
Duty  made  passion  a  virtuous  June  wedding.
Exquisite  decorum  with exceedingly lively chatter.
Sharing  their hearts joy  in a banquet of celebration
congratulating the new couple on future happiness.


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At First I Thought

At first I thought the pain was brought on by the wounds I inflict.
But with every cut I knew. 		
With every cut I felt. 
And with every cut I understood. 
The pain is not brought on by the wound, for the pain has always been there. 
Seeded by those who sought to hurt me. 
And now I know, something much more. 
Something that cant be told, but felt. 
I’ll make them understand. 
I’ll make them feel.
And when im done, they’ll wish they were dead.


Details | Free verse | |

FROM THE MIND TO THE HEART

Where does one begin to write,
away from the streets' nioses and children's screams,
forgetting those bouts of loneliness
that evade the inner peacefulness?
One starts with a pad, jotting down appealing ideas...
never having to fear they'll be lost.


I have a private place where I compose
a new poem, then read it aloud to myself;
such a place has a window that opens 
to the brilliance of a blessed day,
and sunlight impinging, highlights its words
to amaze me of a would-be greatness. 


After midnight I refuge to this quite corner,
when most people sleep and the luminiscent moon
projects her beams to enlighten my dreamy face,
I stare back at her and wave as I do with friends;
moon as eternal as unseen planets more colorful,
do you have the faintest idea why I indite?


Some write for fame, others to empty their souls of painful reasons,
or to glorify Heaven and love for their continous existence,
but invoking death instead of life is so detestable and inexcusable;
and from their voices I reckon the useslessness and torment...
may I never become like them, to burn hope in blazes of smoke,
watching its incineration until it turns into hot ashes!


I write out of an urge, which swells inside and needs to burst out,  
leaving my psyche, to let it land on prude hands that welcome my gift,
until I pulsate with satisfaction, and purging those who show dissidence...
might raise questions for them who are easily aroused to anger;
I create more in quietitude....not being disturbed by airplanes' roars,
or trains speeding on tracks making all windows vibrate.

 
From the ancient to the modern poets, their intellect is stimulated
by urban or rustic sourroundings, and I have choosen them both in my writings,
and they manifest themselves glowingly, enticing this reason for existing;
open my pages and read all the passionate verses exciting the eye and pleasing the soul:
these are from the mind to the heart, a testimony of an enthustiastic life...
streaching out to every boundery and race, making everyone savor my delights.


Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

WARNING: Soppy Love Scribble

Walk with me,
in this lonely world,

where hearts are casually broken,
and kind words rarely spoken.

Take my hand,
on this highway of brittle glass,

where love is traded like blue-chip shares,
and bank-balances are coveted as priceless wares.

Smile with me,
as we walk hand in hand,

as the ocean tickles our toes on the cool beach sand.

Smile with me,
and I shall smile too,

we may not have much,

but you will have all of me,

and I will have all of you.


Details | Free verse | |

Doom

Freedom, flight.
Omnipotent? 
No, over what?
I am alone
In  this subterranean soulscape
It is heaven, it is me!
NO, WAIT!
ME?!
NO! I am still traped!
Accursed self-delusion, you hath given me hope!
How could you be so cruel?!
Now I can feel again… now I can burn.
I am infernal, PUT ME OUT!
My heart is not ice
I am vulnerable!
I must again turn cold
Again… I must kill
For if I kill, I am different
For if I kill, I am not them


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UNLOCKING THESE SECRETS...

Gleaming smile, 
reflecting life...
nurture with joy
what lives within.
Content heart,
reach out and share
with others your secret...
to live and breath easier.
Nothing can ease
the burden on your shoulders,
if the cause of its heaviness
is regarded with negligence. 
The hunger for anything
can be satisfied by wisdom,
not by wishful thinking...
godly thoughts lead to freedom.  
Control your desires,
and restrain your urges,
don't hope to get to Heaven... 
analyze your faults and kneel down.
Love whoever you choose,
make sure your fragile heart won't bruise
from the mistakes you can make...
once it shatters, it can't be reshaped.
Unlocking these secrets
widens your knowledge,
and prevents many headaches
from turning into rage.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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The Call for a Group Painting

Subjects! Pay attention for your first art lesson!
Assemble yourselves for a group painting.
No products, no advertising , no individuals parading
Choose a relaxed home environment with lush furnishings 
Otherwise show the relationships with the subject's permission.
Perfectly still like this you must remain for hours and hours
While the artist paints you within the  frame all of your features.
Architecture with archway colomns in the background.
Costumes,garments which are historical or universal.
Set the mood of the painting and that of the viewer.
It is a painting that people would like to live with 
in their homes forever.
It is a painting we will all remember, 
So be still my dear subjects and dont move a muscle.
Platters of rewards are waiting for you for your trouble.


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I See God's Beauty In YOU



I see God's beauty in Y!OU HIS reflection! As he brings you closer to his perfection. I see in you his love, in who you really are, For he shines through you like a very bright star. In you, his love is ever so sweet... From the top of your head, down to your feet. May his desire in your life always be there, In all that you do, and keep you in his tender care By Jim Pemberton


Details | Didactic | |

INTERRACIAL POLITICS

Nonsense. All of this interracial prejudice. All of the real wars of violence are in 
our homes and fenced in backyards.
Nonsense. interracial madness. Hating the sight of your own kind - forgetting it 
could easily be you in the unemployment line.
Nonsense. Climbing the ladder of success while losing your integrity or wealth of 
heredity is a far worse crime to me.
Nonsense. Hating me not for my opinion but because of my dark skin -used to 
be our plight with only white men -but now it's with our own kin.
Nonsense. Racial injustice is now our own fault and we still yet fight with unjust 
cause. We pass judgement on the shape of our bodies, the style of our hair, our 
clothes and , yes the shape of our nose - Ridiculous!
Nonsense. interracial politics is a failure to me. A mission of  hatred, while we cry 
for equality, democracy and diversity but we have no unity.
Nonsense.  Interracially - I look like you and you look like me - all we have to do is 
trace our beginnings of lineage and deal with the similarities or our heritage.
Nonsense. Stop treating your brother like he doesn't matter just because he's in 
a lighter brown wrapper. Stop stepping past your sister because she doesn't 
have a Barbie doll figure.
Nonsense. Interracial politics. If we aren't careful, we will not be just the minority 
but we will soon be the next endangered species - 
all but extinct.


Details | Burlesque | |

Be a Man

Begin with private tears, end with tears as memories.
End all the femininities, grip hard to masculinities.
Laugh at the boy in his sister's best Sunday dress.
And then we'll humor ourselves and leave behind our empathy.  
Don't bother to understand differences ... Mock, don't give sympathy!
You better keep Father proud and extricate these emotions at any costs.
You haven't a choice - Look at the boy in the dress and all the manhood he's lost!
This is a man's land, so find a pretty girl and keep her in line.
This is a man's world, and any efforts to equality are fruitless attempts.
Grasp your manhood, perfect patriarchy - There's a crying boy to be held in contempt!
Show your muscle, brag of how in mortal combat the pretty boy ran!
And feel humiliated when she says "To weep is to demonstrate how to be a man."


Details | Couplet | |

Important Of Music In Our Lifes

Important of music in or lifes
Helps sooths termoils of daily strifes

Flow and temple of boasted notes
Rythem and rhyme that continues to float

A song from an lonesome heart
Ignited by an passionate start

Fantasy of wanting to belong
In or named in just one song

Spirits can be held on high
And can almost make you cry

So tread on your walk of life
And enjoy the melody that cuts like a knife


















Details | Verse | |

Why do I expect?

Would you like to pay me something?
Would you like to say something?
Why do you expect from me?
And why do I expect from you?
What do you know about me?
And what do I know about you?
Why do you mind if I want to share?
And why do I mind if you like me care?
What is your relation to me?
And why I would like to know?
Why do you work so fast?
And why do I work slow?
Why do you have a different taste?
And why do I like you most?
Yesterday, when you was a child,
Yesterday, when I was mild,
You and I play together,
We never bother what was the weather.
Today when I feel my hunger,
Why do you play a game so danger?
You never asked me a question, 
When we were child not having a fashion,
Why do you love a particular colour?
Why a caste is my failure?
We play together when childhood was faith,
You believe in religion, tradition is a myth.
You do not understand me what opinion differs,
We need to live together why you do not bother.
Today is a God Gift and tomorrow is hope.
Happiness and sorrow are a life rope. 
A person can rise up or can suicide for it,
Pace and encouragement counts if we are fit


Details | Free verse | |

Soothsay, the Poppy Seeds

Seething poppies whisper to me
How soothsayers are a lie.

Betrothed with thoughts of internal
Elegance, outward recklessness,
Divine intervention by stormcloud;
Pregnant with crooked emotion,
Clumsy words, laughter like a murder of crows--
Hear them:
The flowerterrible, the naked and tempermental.

They devour my truth.

A dull concept of time reels through
Candy coated consciousness--
Relative all the same; "Maybe they come here
For a reason."



"Soothsay, the Poppy Seeds"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


Details | Free verse | |

On Reading Books

The books…
Where echoes of the soul sat
Are lost, in Marlboros appeal


Details | Rhyme | |

I Once Loved To Tell Others Of Jesus


I once loved to tell others of Jesus as a young boy. My heart was filled with love, prayer and joy. Talking about Jesus, I had spent. I loved to talk about him, everywhere I went. As the years went by, I started growing old. The things of God, I had no longer told. A coldness in my heart began to brew. Even God’s word-I no longer knew. I only talked about God to people in the church. But in my heart was a hunger for a new search. A search to return to Jesus-my long lost love. I fell on my knees and cried to God above. As I began to confess to God everything. A newness to my life I knew he would bring. I began to feel his love come all over me. The chains were now gone-I was set free! If a coldness for Jesus dwells in you. Remember his love is steadfast and true! Return to him to cleanse you within, And experience the joy of being born again! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Lyric | |

we started out kinda

we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool,
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be your man,
aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend)

so tell me do you like it
drop, top, mercedes benz
top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind)
wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig

she pull up at the club lookin like, millions,
billions, watching you from a distance
all the fellas be watching you like a vision
ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect
looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that,
forget that, i think im ready for commitment
so are you ready for submission

"oh"

n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change
but you and me together forever,
will never change
when i was younger all i thought  about was spitting game
never caring about your feeling was to remain,
the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you)
i fill them all with brighter days
(and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that
(i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way 

Hmmm....


we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be ya man
aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend

i aint tryna be ya friend...
girl i only wanna be ya man
so baby want you let me in...
and i promise it will never end
repeat2x


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May We Love God As Job did


May We Love God As Job Did…

Job was a man of God who was very wise.
He made a covenant before God with his eyes.

He vowed not to look at things would cause him to sin.
This is where he received victory
 and peace within!

He lived a blameless life before God almighty.
He served God well beyond the age of ninety!

Much of what he loved or owned was taken away.
He refused to curse or blame God 
in whatever he’d say!

He had his “friends.”  He had his own “crowd.”
“Curse and blame God!”  They shouted out loud!

Not once did he attempt to bring God shame.
But instead worshipped and blessed HIS name!

God blessed and gave him more than he had before!
The blessings of God reached beyond his door!

An incredible testimony of faith he was able to share!
A great man of God, he was to people everywhere!

Do you have a testimony to share like Job did?
Have you surrendered all to Christ in how you live?

During the many adversities in life that abound…
May God’s peace and love in our hearts be found!

May God be pleased with the way we’ve been living...
In our hearts, may we have 
his love and thanksgiving!

May we have a heart of holiness as job did so long ago…
Allowing God to bring peace
 and fulfillment to our soul!

May our hearts desire to seek after God’s holy ways…
In everything we do, may we bring
 him honor and praise!

By Jim Pemberton  


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The Scream 2008

What have you done oh God of my heart
with love of a man you have filled every part
there was peace here once now it is gone
I stand alone though to him I belong
Why is it always the ones that I love
never return that gift from above
Love was supposed to bring us joy
but the one I love I seem to annoy
will I find peace in the dust of death
it seems more desirable than a heart bereft 
for in death is the comfort of peace
wherefore the pangs of life seeks release
no toils , no trouble , six feet below
away from the fates I have come to know
beneath pale moon and her starry sky
to you alone whose tears hear me cry
my heart and its parts were given to you
to what I have learned I have tried to be true
the pyre of desire and I walk in its flame
a prison I cannot seem to its name
conflict and strife abiding here now
in a place that had peace alongside my vow
a crimson tide has washed my soul
the seeds of desire have taken their toll
I think I need freedom if I am to live
but my heart to another it seems you would give
what good can it do him if he cannot see
the depth of the loving dwelling in me
why I ask why have you done this thing
where is the joy you hoped to him bring

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COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


Details | Narrative | |

In A New World

I?m in a new world of strange sounds
I?m in a familiar world yet of different tongues
And I somehow feel at home
This was the dream I wanted to own

Yesterday I was so down, eager for a dreamy reality to own
Today here I am, my dreams having won, yet still stuck in ?Now?
I wanna dream even more of the heavens yet to be
I wanna live like a mortal with the destiny of a king

Still the sounds are so clear in my mind
I feel the vibrations of their laughter in my heart
I feel the fire of pain in the wounds they hurt
Yet I still have that voice of forgiveness humming deep in my heart

I am the prince and the prophet
The price of their peace is in my wallet
When the time is right I must pay for their rackets
Such is the game whose rules I squash in my racket

I still believe in the dreams of a better modernity
I still pine and plan to rise in spite of my bondage with mediocrity
I must find a means to benefit from the trash of my history
I must achieve my dreams so as to disapprove the unfavourable history

Warnings abound of my biting off more than I can chew
Confidence within assures me my mouth isn?t as weak hence I can aptly handle my 
chew
I am dancing to a beat so loud within I do not need the party
The path I am treading is of a virgin destiny, hence it can only imprint my new 
footprints


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As In the Days of Noah


As In the Days of Noah… As in the days of Noah, there was wickedness in the land!. So shall it be in the days of the coming of the son of man! There were many forms of ungodliness that were enjoyed! Until the day of the flood... Then it was all destroyed! Imagine building an ark that took one hundred and twenty years! The labor it took! Throughout the blood, sweat and tears! The people laughed, and thought Noah was “out of his mind.” But soon, the wrath of God, is what they would find! God gave them a chance to repent, but no one would. So he had Noah and his family made an ark out of wood. Noah warned them all, consequences there would be! And warned them of where they’d be spending eternity! Then, the rains came and poured like never before! The people got scared! They couldn’t take anymore! They cried and shouted, “Noah” “please let us in!” “We didn’t believe you, when you told us of our sin!” The door on the ark was shut! God’s judgment came down! Other than Noah’s family, there was no one else around! America’s days of wickedness will be coming to an end! Very soon, God’s judgment will certainly begin! Will you mock the men of God? Who preach God’s word? Or will you live as if, his truth, you never heard? As in the days of Noah, so shall it be at Christ’ return! Will you join him in heaven? Or stay on this earth to burn? By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Me or You

Each day and hour
I see what others and you do
By minute and second
I try and copy them too

Not by myself
Nor what I do
Am I me?
Or am I you?

To just fit in
Or be accepted
It's all better than hated
Or to be rejected

Simple as that
To mimic and insue
But to make me me?
Or to make me you?

Pressure from despite
Pressure from Love
Pressure to be like them
Not to be hated nor loved

To heir their ways
And the best of the new
But to build boundaries for me?
Or build boundaries from you?

As clear as it may be
Or as obvious it may seem
My mind is MINE
And NOT to be obleemed

What man has my heart and soul
To bring me down to do
The things that aren't of me
But the things that are of you?!


Details | I do not know? | |

Hands, Palms, and Love

My hands are burning,
Drying surface of the skin.
My hands feel a stinging,
Meaning the heat felt is part of healing.

My palms are filling with energy,
Spirit manifesting in between a clasping.
My palms are warming
Through the light of praying.

My fingertips are reaching
Out towards another human’s fingers.
My fingertips are touching yours,
A feeling of magnetism occurs.

My hand is nearing,
Close to yours.
My hand is holding yours,
So endearing.

My palms are where
The story of my life is in lines.
My palms are what
Assure me I'm bound for love.

My fingers are clasping
Onto your knuckles.
My fingers are embracing
Your hand and fingers as we stand.


Details | ABC | |

THE HINGE OF HISTORY

THE HINGE OF HISTORY


The hinge of history swings in all directions 
As the happenings of the past are written down.
Out of all that has occurred since man's beginnings, 
Less has been recorded than waits to be found.

Babylonians kept chronicles of history,
Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story. 
Greeks had no faith in the future at all,
Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory.

Christians added a new dimension to history,
Looking forward to Christ’s return to earth. 
An on going drama involving man and God,
Believing all are created of equal worth.

Some have asked why must we study history; 
It just encourages us to live in the past.
When we forget history we repeat its mistakes, 
As the outcome of humanity is cast.

By Tom Zart
 


Details | Epic | |

Aksam

Aksamim oksuzlugu
Gun olmamis yildiz
Sokaklar sensiz utanmis
Yikadilar gecemi tutamadim 
Ruzgarlar  adsiz  sensiz
Ruzgarlar esdi  sokaklarda
Yarim  alamam kendimi
Bir cinar bir tas adsiz 
Ruzgarlar cananim 
Esti sesiz sokaklarinda
Utanirim oksuz kendimden


Details | Acrostic | |

April My Love

Assured to find a muse
Penmenship must be at its best
Relaxation and motivation is needed
Inspirations will be its bounty
Let the world discover its tale



Tribute To All Poets


Remember April Is 
Poetry Month 
May You All Find That Muse


Details | Rhyme | |

What God Has Done You Can Receive It

 


What God Has Done… You Can Receive It! What God has done for you… You can receive it! He loves you so much. Do you believe it? He’s done so much… And many don’t know it.! By the kind of life they’re living, they really show it! His love was the sacrifice that Christ paid. His life for yours… He’s willing to trade! His creation has been beautifully orchestrated… His glorious beauty has been demonstrated! He purchased the price to redeem your soul… That day on the cross where his blood flowed… I’m so thankful that this savior is mine! His faithfulness has stood the test of time! Won’t you take some time and invite him in? Allow his to be your Lord and friend? Look to this God who reigns above… Be filled with his peace and wondrous love! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus had twelve members on his team.

Jesus belonged to a very large team.
Twelve disciples were always by his
side.
They hung out helping people day and 
night.
Of no particular fixed address, dinner
was always a large gathering event.
They would stay at friend's houses
and receive kind hospitality.
His disciples wrote and recorded the
story of his life.
He would go to a special hill and
meditate under a particular tree...
He healed the sick and caused the blind
to see.


Details | I do not know? | |

Cloverly Love

A four-leaf clover
Is lucky to find,
Because it resembles
Two hearts that
Form one mind.


Details | I do not know? | |

For You

The day I met you,
I at first saw you as strange.
But then, later in time,
I realized that it's just your disguise.

I never felt so lucky
Before you said you loved me.
There aren't many guys in the world
Who don't despise looks.
Yet you are the one who seems the most true.

Maybe deep down, I love you too...
And I'm not sure why
I stopped you from suicide.

I guess I just want others to follow
The guiding light that always helped me through.
Although I think that,
You say that I'm probably in love with you.

If that is really true,
Then I can't handle hearing your voice,
Life as if your feelings for me
Are forcing me to love you without a choice.
I can't even handle such love,
At least not yet.

For now I just want to keep my bets of me
Finding another person.
And I don't find anyone like you,
Then I'll become yours
Just for you...


Details | Rhyme | |

Hide

 Do you enjoy it when you 
shake & quiver
 Feel the tingling itch & chilling shiver
 Twist & twirl inside your ever wandering mind
 The Lost- never truly let you find
 Embrace your tainted ride
 I know the secret you try to hide
 Sanity, hypnotized in the way
 Do you feel the temptation to come out & play
 Venture past the pitch of black's night
 Soo anxious to find you in my sight
 Can you willingly take control
 Entrapment takes it's rapid toll
~Stevie McLain


Details | Free verse | |

Eskisehir hikayesi

Unuttum zamanin sensiz akisini 
Yudumladigim buruk tatli corbada
Gonderdigim ipek mendilim
Ay dogmus gun akti isigina
Bir girdaptir yasam gulum
Bozkirdan goge uzanan merdiven
Donan cayi basan sel yar dinlemez
Cektimde kurtardim balcigindan
Frigyanin kaybolmus hazinesini
Unutulmus kaynayan sulardan
Salinan yarim al endamli basma
Dans eder Porsugun sularinda


Details | Bio | |

Animals

animals are so cute and cuddly they 
are fun to be with. 
A animal will do you no wrong. 
They can be your best friend too. 
They can also be your eyes when you 
are unable to see. 
They can pertect you from intruders 
and warn you of any danger. 
Animals like to be near you they love 
to be carressed and played with 
They have big ones they have little 
ones there is always a animal out 
there for you 
Animals can take the loneliness out 
of lonely 
Everyone should have one as a pet 
or a companion for they need us 
as we need 
them.


Details | I do not know? | |

Move Ya Body

I hit the dance floor looking for a chick that knows how to dance though.
Can shake it to the Lil Jon gone off a lil don but still can dance slow.
Move her hips to the beat, lips real sweet, watching them low rise thighs 
hypnotize’n C.
Dip’n it low to the floor entice’n me.
Cutie wit the bootie, a knock out like Tyson hit me.
We dance’n till the song change, I saw the draws on this tall dame, chameleon thong 
and her bra change.
She whispered in my ear, listen real clear I came wit my girls I’m tryin to get 
outta here.
I said that’s cool and I here you loud and clear, you real foxy brown like Ms. Pam 
Grier.
She said that she’ll top me down, let me dock my boat in her pier.
She moves her body well; Man, me and the mourning gotta to see her.
Victim of her love spell, telling me Vicky’s secret that she holds so dear.
She got me hype like right boo let’s leave the club.
She like alright might have to show you was up.
I told her I aint a man of words but I’m bout a lot of action.
Told me to be a man of my word and she hopes that I’m packin
I showed her my size 14, and she said whus crackin
She grabbed my package, jumped back and said lets make it happen


Details | I do not know? | |

Our Love Is Faded

Our love was fated
To be so fleeting,
Yet now it is forever faded.
I want to blame you
For letting it slip
Away from our embraceable arms
And away from our lips' second chance.
Though I do happily prance
Towards you at school,
I am unaware of what harms
You may have gone through.
I was entranced in pain,
But you could not have kept
Hidden our pleasureful shame.
I have hope for us,
Even though we're cool,
I'm secretly hoping
We can someday be the same
As before I blamed you
For both my happiness and loneliness.
You are forever
One of the best.


Details | Rhyme | |

Gold is the sun Cape red as fire

Long fiery hair flowing  on deep green silk
The smooth-shaven bull dancer bull vaults
High forehead  chiselled nose intense eyes
arm-rings flying up over  air  jabbing  horns 
Like an acrobat  swinging over scarlet cape
Eyes  locked  on   bull-ring  Somersaulting 
Flying  lest  the  fate be too strong  for  him. 
Her lovely deep blue  winsome eyes widen
His sport enticed her also scare her truely.
Attracted  to  the precision movements she 
clutches the ruby cross breathes "I love you"


Details | Sonnet | |

Greater Man

They say you're nobody
They talk lies behind your back
They speak of an insignificant soul
A heart worth no attention
I say -
It's the prominence of my walk
The strength of my stance
The graize of my speech to the intelligence beyond glance
I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man - that's me

A lot try to say you're ugly
Change your appearence - your style
Try to make you conform
Be coll, Be "in," whatever that may mean
I say -
It's the brown of my skin
The scar on my hand
The rareness of my style to the bareness of my ends
I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man - that's me

They despise your real talk
Call you weak - Call you a punk
They turn the world against you
Your friends - Your loved ones
I say -
It's the abundance of my knowledge
The credit of my character
The uniqeness of my name
An undisputed fame - I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man - that's me

So when they give you lip
And they torture your stature
When they come across your self-esteem
And say you're not anything
I say -
It's the flare of my actions
The perseverance of my smile
The integrity of my measure
The courage of my style - I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man
That's me


Details | I do not know? | |

thevoice

There's no real difference between you and me when somebody cut's me the blood's red that
i bleed. you want to love someone make them you're wife i want the same thing but you deny
me that right. the only real difference between you and me is that i want a lover the same
sex as me! And who are you to tell me that it's not right judge me like you're god and
mess with my god given right. my god given right's called my freedom of choice so I will
make my decision's and speak with my voice


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Art Of Dancing ... ' (Part 1 of 2)

‘ The  Art  Of  Dancing… ’


Oh ! … How I Love To Dance
Why… Do I Love To Dance ? …
… it’s Rhythmic … it’s Ritual
The Body Is So Beautiful !

Oh ! … How I Love To Dance
Why … Do I Love To Dance ? …
If You’re Breathing – You Ain’t Still
Check Your Heartbeat and It Will …

Dance … Into A Fantasy
Virtual Reality
Dancing Makes Me Feel So Free
… Come and Do A Dance With Me

Dancing … is Good Exercise
Dancing … Adds A Spice to Life
Dancing … is A Natural High
You Can Do It … If You Try …

… Head, Shoulders, Legs, Feet
Get ‘em Moving to The Beat
Back, Arms, Hands, Hips
Shake, Stomp, Slide, Slip

Bend, Bop, Break, Bounce
Push, Pull, Prance, Pounce
Soul-Roll, Slow, Fast
Jump, Jiggle … All That Jazz !

Dancing … is A Form of Joy
Do It ! … Baby Girl and Boy
Keep The Music, Playing Please
Honey … Just Look At Your Knee !

When I Dance … I Come Alive !
Waltz, Cha-Cha, Swing, Jive
Circle, Square, Line, Freestyle
Tango, or Step – Side to Side

Innocent – Interaction
Expression – Satisfaction
Set-it-in Motion … You and I
… Aaw, Just Look At That Guy

Oh ! … I See You’re Moving Now !
… thought You Didn’t Know How ?
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! … He! He! He! …
You Dance ‘bout as Good as Me ! …

Supper-Club, or in My Room
At Your House … or Under The Moon
If I Hear A Real-Good Tune …
You Will Know, I’m Dancing Soon

… Dance … Into A Fantasy
         Virtual Reality
Dancing Makes Me Feel So Free
… Come Dancing Now … With The MoonBee


Posted for:  Jared Pickett, ‘Cause I Know
       He Loves To Dance… (Smile)

                 MoonBee


Details | Free verse | |

Vacancy

All of this occurs in my head
Though I feel it in my soul
Burning, yearning, contorting!
It is unrelenting.
Proof? Neigh, it is not external
There is nothing to verify me
It is all within
In the depths
The depths of me
Come inside, and I will drown you!
And you will die.
Surely, you are not wretched as me!
For if you were, you would be a serpent
A repulsive, detestable being!
And you would swallow me whole
And I would be FREE!


Details | Didactic | |

America, In God We Trust

We will not forget God!
He is in our lives and from sea to sea
He is ever alive in you and in me
He truthfully reigns over everything
We will shout praises and we’ll sing
Let our Liberty ring!  Let our Liberty ring!
We will pledge His great name and ever proclaim
Declaring God lives and we trust in His name!


Details | Rhyme | |

Cravings

I come to her house
She said It’s her birthday
But there’s no one else
I guess I’d eat anyway..

I start with the strawberry
Soft, red and tempting
So sweet as it touched my lips
That I gobbled up the whole thing..

Then I turned to see
Two melons lay loose
So firm and juicy
I relished them like booze..

I asked her for a drink
She offered me instead
Some warm and creamy milk
And I gleefully indulged..

Of course she gave me her cake
One with a cute slice
It was too much for me to take
Her very tasty and creamy pie..

Then I went for the clincher
That little cherry on top
To satisfy me and also her
Just ripe for me to pop..


Details | Rhyme | |

Papa Says Yes Mama Says No

Papa says yes
Mama says no

Off to a dance
I want to go

Flowers in my hair
Mama says Girl don't you dare

Horn's just a blaring
Papa not even caring

Begging dear mama
Please Please can I go hah hah

If your papa says yes
Then I must confess

Your mama says no
But This time I'll let you go

Be home by eleven
My little princess from Heaven

For if you come in late
Your papa is going to kill that date


         To My
         Jenny




Tribute To 
Teenage Dating


Remember Kiddies
Were always watching LOL


Details | Verse | |

Breaking The Pen


You may break the pen, but not my love…for poetry


Details | Verse | |

A liquid Iron

When a man first made sword,
How will be reckoning him?
He was a scientist or
He was a top scholar.

How did he find a liquid Iron?
And tested it for cooling down,
With Fire and water but no ash remains left,
He will be astonishing to see a hard stump.

He will be delighted to find it,
Iron melts with fire and 
It gets harder with water,
And also it can be polished to shine.

Human knowledge is as Iron,
If we use them it expands as Iron,
If we don’t use it remains as a solid iron,
We can gain experience to use our knowledge


Details | Quintain (English) | |

No Way To Pay


No way to pay the bills!!

With little money from the job.

By taxes and debt, a freeman kneels.

To be like the flock, the mindless mob.

Awake!!  Oh slave, your labor to rob!



The tables have turned today!!

Working for ourselves, not a job.

We control the amount of our pay!

The rich and powerful chased by the mob.

It will soon be the taxman we'll rob.





Dec. 13,  2011.    English Quintain Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

The Love You Gave

If I Had To Live … If I had to live just on the love you’ve given to me… Where would I be spending eternity? If I had to live on the time we’ve spent together… Am I someone you’d want to be with forever??? If I have an ambition. A dream. Or a vision… Would you care? And stop by to listen? If I have a heartache. Or a burden to share… Are you someone, who’d stop by and care? If I need someone to be Christ’ example… Could you give me some of his love? Even a sample? If I had to spend my life all over again… Are you someone that I could call; “friend?” If I came to your church this Sunday morning… Would you welcome me? Or give others a “warning?” If I were to ask for a few minutes of your time today… Would you do it? Or tell me “to go away?” If you could sit down and think about what I’m saying… Perhaps the Holy Spirit would compel you to start praying… Praying for a compassion in reaching those who surround you. The many lost souls you know just may astound you! The message of God’s grace needs to be daily expressed… That through your living for Christ… Others may be blessed! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus I Want You To Know How Much I Love You



Jesus… I Want You To Know How Much I Love You! Jesus… I want you to know how much I love you! I just want to take some time to praise you! Jesus… I want to give you a heart of devotion… And not just simply go through an “emotion.” Jesus… I want to thank you for your willingness to forgive. You’ve totally changed the way that I live! Jesus… Your beauty shines with an awesome boldness! I stand amazed at your power and greatness! Jesus… You’re special to me. And you mean so much! How I long for your presence. And your healing touch! Jesus… You’ve brought peace and joy into my life today! I love you so much more than words could ever say! Jesus… You’re my best friend. And so much more! You’ve blessed me so much! And are worth living for! Jesus in me... What more can be said? You’re my living water. And my daily bread! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

A STRANGER'S KISS

 Love no stranger,
 Kiss no stranger,
 For, a stranger’s kiss,
 May prove amiss!

A lonesome dove,
Avid for love,
Strove to entrap someone,
Despaired, as she found none!

Proud of her beauty vain,
Spreads her net for every swain,
Approached a shepherd on the field,
Who, to her courtship would certainly yield.

Young miss Mary,
While making merry,
Kissed a stranger
And invited danger.

Developed high fever,
Her throat sore,
Her tonsils painful, angry-red,
With extreme fatigue, she was in bed.

Petechiae on her palate soft,
Her blood-test positive: ‘Monospot’
With doctor’s drug she developed rash,
He thrashed her complaint as ‘simply trash’!

Her painful, enlarged spleen and liver,
Baffled her doctor, as they were markedly tender!
The diagnosis of her malady, her doctor could not ‘spot,’
But pathological tests, I am sure, can certainly ‘spot’! 


Details | Monorhyme | |

' A Benediction ... '

‘ A  Benediction … ’ 


Blessings and Benevolence, Because of Who ? …

Blessings … Are Forever, Because of  ‘ You ‘
Blessings … Be Forever Towards Glorious ‘ You ‘
Blessings Forever … On All Lovers of ‘ You ‘
Blessings and Benevolence – True

May Your Blessings … Rise Forever, Ancient Of Days, Brand-New

May Your Blessings … Come Down Forever, Right-On-Cue
May Your Blessings … Be Shown On Holy Angels and In Human Views
Let Us Bless ‘ Him ‘ Forever … It Is ‘ His ‘ Blessed – Due !
and May Our Blessing ‘ Him ‘ … Sparkle Forever like Bright, Dawn-Dew

Blessings … Forever, On Those Who Know and Those Who Knew …

Blessings … Be Forever, On All The Faithful Hebrews
Blessings …  On All My Christian Brothers and Sisters Too
Blessings … Be On All In Full Union, With You
Special Blessings … Be On The Pure of Heart, The Chosen – Few

Blessings … Are Forever, Because ‘ You ‘ Wanted To …

Blessings … On Me, My Heavenly Father, Beamed Out The Blue
Yes, Blessings … On Me, ‘ Your ‘ Holy Spirit-Breath … Blew
Hallelujah Glory Amen, In Savior’s Name … and Bless Him Too
                            and Now, I’m Through …
… as  ‘ Your ‘ Blessings and Benevolence, Grew and Grew


        This Poem, Dedicated to All Here At PoetrySoup
                             May God Bless You All ….

                (and Have A Wonderful Day)

                            The  MoonBee


Details | Rhyme | |

STUPID WORDS

Stupid words and thoughtless tongue

Words of rage, unkindness sung.

 

Sweetness & Bitterness revolve around

Love and understanding nowhere to be found. 

 

Misunderstandings loud and clear

No one will listen, no one can hear.

 

Hurt feelings protrude from mindless blather

But hurt each other is what they'd rather.

 

Making ones self loudly understood, 

Reguardless of damaging brotherhood.

 

Years of pain and regretefullness

Could have been stopped with a little finesse.

 

Forgiveness is all one has to offer

To make things right with the other.


Details | Rhyme | |

Because Of Christ I Am Blessed


Because Of Christ… I Am Blessed! There’s a truth that’s hard to really express. Because of Christ… I am so blessed! It’s because of his mercy and love for me. At first I didn’t understand. But now I can see! It began in my life a few years ago. When Christ came and redeemed my soul! I was at home and extended the invitation, He brought to me his gift of salvation. I’m so thankful for everything that he’s done! All glory to Christ! God’s precious son! I have a “new beginning” this time! For I am his! And he is mine! All praise and honor to Christ is due! For he has come and made me brand new! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

rock slide

this is a time to speak
yet
no one wants to talk
i love the new news
coversation
i nearly forgot
the earth

while i was getting
my rocks 
off

so give me lung room
so give you throat room

lick my catastrophe
run my o2
out of o2

rocks off

do you lov e me?

does it spell out  a headline
that speaks volumes

allright big ... big

no one knows
that the whole thing

resembles

nothing

but a rock slide
of the brain


Details | I do not know? | |

Philosophy On Love

True love is fleeting,
An embrace with meaning
And momentary feelings.
Love is temporarily freeing,
A close conversation
With just simply understanding.
Truth is hard to find/
Like truth, love is painful,
Yet through hurting
We thoroughly grow.
Eternal love is a lie,
I only feel alive thru love
When kissed by
One who is spiritually close.
To always love,
Listen and be there,
Are nothing but hollow promises
And transparent words I see and bear.
Truth be that they 
Turn into argument
And the eventual loss of their presence.
True love is ephemeral,
An emotion of affection.
When love causes reflection
It is when loneliness is at its best
And resentment at its worst.
The truth of who I am
Has been revealed in experience,
Yet with this love existing,
Realizing my philosophy on love,
I know I can rest solemnly,
Even with thoughts of thee.


Details | Ballad | |

CARRYING ALONG THAT SECRET

Gradma singing her passionate Neapolitan songs 
from a balcony adorned with scarlet roses...her deep voice
not a soprano's, but delightful and expressed in humaneness;
her long golden hair brushed by the summer's aromatic breeze, 
to spark a new passion in her lively blue eyes!
And has she ever told anyone about 
carrying along that secret?

When grandpa left Italy, in clandestine  disguise,
for a long, hopeful jeouney to America in the late thirties,
grandma sacrificed and suffered much;  and when the Nazis
invaded the peaceful town of Baiano,
grandma made trips to the  small mill in Arciano,
to grind grain and make her delicious bread:
encountering many dangers and fears ahead...
making her the heroine History won't recognize! 
Have the historians overlooked her incredible courage,
and let her carry along that secret?

Women  and young ladies, including grandma, adored
the handsome and fearless man Mussolini,
who resuscitated the old concept of the Roman Empire with evil ways...
manipulating the puppet' hands of the loyal Fascisti;
woe to me, if I had lived and rebelled in those dreadful days:
I would have been imprisoned and possibly been killed!
Out of grief and anger, I speak against 
every injustice and not carry along that secret! 

My uncle, Stefano, was taken to England  by the British
as a prisoner of war...a coerced man so torn;
and Emma a kind-hearted English woman ,
and a lovely nurse with an impeccable humanity,
visited him often and brought him a home-cooked dish;
someting wonderful could have bloomed between them...
but all records and details have been lost instead,
and mine rely entirely on faded pictured filled with memory!
  
What unthinkable steps, the dictators of this earth take, to gain
their day in an unpromising sun:  suddenly power and pride...gone;   
Hitler's land devastated by the armies of justice...
with no shot-down bodies falling into self-dug ditches! 
Powerful people could have prevented this inhumane slaughter with haste,
but  silently watched them die... carrying along that secret!


Details | I do not know? | |

1-15-10 thoughts in my head

Sometimes I insolate mysef, just to be as alone as i feel. i smile, but if you would 
pause a moment to look into my eyes, you would see, im really crying. i bite my lip 
and look away from you, because im scared you'll see past what i pretend is strength. 
sometimes i sit, and count pills, or stare at the blade i keep in my drawer; my last 
blade, a keep-sake. everyone walks around smileing, but i wonder, how many of 
those smiles are fake? and would it change anything if we just took a moment to care, 
and see. how many of them are the greatest actors in the world? i want to disappear 
before my death comes. i experiance it every year. it is what has me today alone. 
memories can change a person forever. especially when we relive them, day after day. 
there will be three things in our ending; love, pain, and the never ending memories. 
our own guilt will lead us tp a personal hell. the question with no answer is; will we be 
saved?


Details | Free verse | |

In Need Of Therapy

Ulysses Rudolph Roberts
a Federalist by default
laid on the couch
and spilled out his guts
to a women he
envisions to be
the ultimate 
siren of shrinks.
With her hair in a bun
books, glasses
and that half buttoned
blouse thing.
He cried and he shook
over the battles he fought
and how everything
that ever happened
was never his fault.
After all
he would reason
he had built
the best fortress
in all God's Kingdoms
with ultra thick walls
turrets and draws.
The tallest
strongest and soundest
in all worlds.
So what if he had to kill
capture and rape
in order to feed 
the armies he made
he had God's blessings
His sacred grace.
Yet, Ulysses was
still cowering in the arm
of an old red couch
and crying out loud
It's Not My Fault!
as the Doctor scribed
delusional 
pathological 
denial...


Dean Walker


Details | Rhyme | |

So Good

A comfortable sound; is found in the pews
 	Illuminated, we are feeling the Good News
As this providence is caught alive
	All tempestuous thoughts of transgressors subside
Hallelujah, HE brings divine will for all of us too…
	It is so good to hear the sweet sounds from the pews


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled

how do i escape?
Dead in the night
What happened to the light?
Blueblack shades
Body drapped
Can this be alright?
What is way of right?
Piercing screams
How could this be?
Happen to me
Hollow inside
bloodied scars prove
no where to hide
alone, lost love
attempted flight, broken-winged dove
fall
Fall
Fallen
Angelic hope
None
Demonic presence abuse
What happened to the son?
Exploding beetle juice
Raping pleasures
How do i escape?


Details | Verse | |

Unshackled Cycle of Sensual Songs

The Seasons heaven inspired Summer
Jousting  feasting + dancing diversions
Love  exquisite  reflection  in  the  mirror 
Tinned soup shelves in the village store
wicked chocolate sauce nutty ice-cream
Crimson berries golden mountains blue
shadows  unhinged white double doors
wide stairs tall fellow with a strong chin.
She came up to him and cleverly kissed
Fifties beatnik style polo necks corduroy
Feline  supermodels prowl  the catwalk
where  fun  and happiness are the rule.
Colorful passion ,friendship + intimacy.
Sharing wonderfully warm magical elixir
See roomfuls of  naked women bathing.
A tribute to your beauty  be immortalized
feel  fantastically  alive  Queen Goddess.
Permission to kiss every inch of the body
Girlfriends dancing , whirling + stomping.
Plush velvet sofas lead light lampshades
Playing  pieces of  music body of  a cello.
Tea-pots  doilies  darling babies parties
Fix the favorite feeling fabulous pleasure 
Keep  the  juice  alive  flavour  rhapsody.
Remember  your  gloriousness  leisure.
Angelfish pillows, enjoy  the nice things.


Details | Rhyme | |

1 Corinthians 13 The Love Chapter


Though I may speak with the tongues of angels and men… Without God’s love, I am empty within. I’d become as sounding brass and a tinkling cymbal. In God’s kingdom, I would not be instrumental. Though I may have the gift of prophecy and mysteries untold… Without God’s love, I am just simply growing old. Though I may have the faith to move a mighty mountain… Without God’s love, I am simply an “empty fountain.” Though I may attempt to do good and feed the poor… Without God’s love, there’s nothing worth living for! His love suffers long, and is very patient and kind. It is everlasting and will endure the test of time. His love is not rude nor is easily provoked… It doesn’t seek evil, nor is unequally yoked. His love bears, hopes and endures all things. It rejoices in whatever a good report brings. It never fails, where prophecies and knowledge shall pass away. His love will encourage you in what you do and say. There remains faith, hope and a special gift from above. This is an eternal gift that we call his love. Won’t you accept his gift and start believing? This special gift… YOU too can be receiving! By Jim Pemberton Read 1 Cor. 13 1-8 and 13


Details | Rhyme | |

Does Anyone Preach On Sin Anymore

Does Anyone Still Preach On Sin? Where are the preachers who actually preach on sin? Where is the fire of God that totally consumes within? One thing that is much needed this very hour. Is God's presence and his majesty and power! Many preachers seem worried "they may offend." Too many are afraid they'll "lose a friend." If they really preach God's word as they ought to do. Hardly anyone would be sitting in the pew. No wonder there's so much sin and perversion to be found. The truth of God's word has been turned "upside down." It's time we raise a holy standard in our lives. Listening to God's word and no more of man's lies. The judgement of God begins at his house--this is so clear. Watch out--his righteous judgement is so very near! What will you be doing, when he knocks at your heart's door? Do you really know whom you are living for? It's heaven or hell--there is no middle road in between. It's time to confess and repent of all that's unclean. It's only in Jesus...not religion... that will save your soul. Jesus waits for you and desires to make you whole! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

They Strut Like A Cat

they strut like a cat
in front of the greedy eyes
i sit watching them


Details | Ballad | |

Babydoll

Trying to escape from it all I detach from reality Knowing my spirit will be Safe Too much torment have I gone through To know that this story is truly mine Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll In my mind there is a haven Only I can enter, but everyone else is there Its there I will find a new tactic To keep on living in your torment On the way home I'll die a few times But just to know I really lived I'll have to find a new way to bleed If I want to escape I'll have to loose myself Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll


Details | Carpe Diem | |

WE'VE GATHERED HERE TODAY OH LORD

we've gathered here today oh Lord in Manhattan's Foley Square
trusting and believing that for us You'll always be there
we thank You for the blessings and all that you have done
in our struggle for equality we now count the battle won

we've gathered here today oh Lord to stand up for righteousness
knowing that You won't allow us to settle for anything less
together the two companies
Allied Barton and FJC

we've gathered here today of Lord to give You all the glory and all the praise
a united nation of security officers and our hands to You we raise
the journey has been long but the end is now in sight
we are now members of 32BJ and together we stand and fight
just keep us on Your mind oh Lord and keep us in your heart
we say this prayer today oh Lord in the name of Jesus the Lord our God


Details | Verse | |

Dylan's Highway Revisited

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
where this time have you gone?
there's a war in the desert raging
but I don’t hear your voice rising.

Look, you know I took you for your word,
closely listened to every story you told,
you had me right in the palm of your hand
with your tale of a dove lying in the sand.

When that crazy Asian war was being waged,
senators, congressmen, you mocked on stage;
the times they are a-changing, you were saying,
man, I believed you and I  joined in the singing.

History is repeating in the Mesopotamian dune
and long have I waited for your rambling tune;
where’s your harmonica and that familiar noise,
where's your poetry, where’s your angry voice!

The masters of war are on a rampage again,
sending thousands to their death, it's a sin!
strange that I don't hear you saying anything,
running out of gas, are you? you poor thing.

Maybe the years are finally catching up with you,
is it time for Springsteen to run the road show?
or are you just too busy making them records
for the next Grammy night, gunning for the gold.

Come on, make up your mind, Mister Dylan,
lend us a hand and help us make a stand;
no time to think twice for things aren't alright,
are you selling out or are you joining the fight?

Hey, hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, 
damn it, where have you gone?
there's a war in the desert raging
but I don’t see you doing anything!

 



Details | Lyric | |

Fall from the top

Once I was rich and now I am poor
This is the reason I am kinda sore
Money I once had and now I do not
Never again will I see my favorite vacation spot
For now I am poor and nothing I own
All of my clothes must be hand sewn 
This is all new to me
For rich I once used to be
People I once owned
And now I am condoned
To a life of pity
A life all to sh itty for me
Never again rich shall I be.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Think About What Christ Has Done



I Think About What Christ Has Done!

I think about what Christ has done…
And the glory that is due
 to God’s preciouis son!

I think about all what he’s done for me!
I am so thankful…  Most assuredly!

I think about his love he’s brought my way…
He gives me strength 
and is with me each day!

I think about his mercy and so much more!
He is my Lord, and is worth living for!

I think about his life that was crucified…
Through his shed blood…  I’m sanctified!

I think that before this day has ended…
I’ll praise his name!  He’s to be commended!

I think that if he gives me 
just one more day…
I’ll honor him in what I do and say!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | Free verse | |

Amorous Avarice

I am the personality that hates being locked away.
I desire riches beyond one's wildest imagination.
I have been known to get into my fair share of trouble.
In fact I live for the danger that comes with it.
I am a little on edge but don't blame me.
It is what you get when you come across me.
I can lay it on very thick or I can be very elusive.
When I see a bauble or money I can't help myself.
Material goods are all that I need in this world.
Say what you want but life without riches and luxuries is not a life for me.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Why Do We Believe ? ... '

… Oh, Why Do We Believe ? …
… Because Real Legends, Never Leave
A Mistaken Myth, May Be Reality
Or Was It Just A Folklore Legacy

Is A Pure Promise, A Prophecy ? …
Oh, Why Do We Believe ? …

… All Our Storytelling Around Camp-Fires
Or Storytelling, Beneath Architect-Spires
Tales … To Help Get Thru Muck and Mire
But … Who Speaks True and Who Are Liars ? …

Which Promise, Is A Prophecy ? …
Oh, Why Do We Believe ? …

Pray Tell – Does A Myth Explain Mystery ?
Pray Tell – Will That Legend, Live For Eternity ?
Is It A Diluted or Overdeveloped History ?
Will The Story, Stand The Test of Accuracy ? …

Does The Promise, Point To A Prophecy ? …
Or A Fleeting, False, Folklore, Fantasy ? …

… For We Make Dream-Worlds, To Cope
and Dope and Smokes and Gold-Wealth-Ropes
or Super Heroes, Knights and Words, Wrote and Spoke
‘Cause Humans, Must Dream, We Must Have Hope …

… It Is In Our Everyday, Hustle-Scope
In Each and Every, Hurry-Clock-Stroke
Until, From Myths, We Have Awoke
And Live by Honor, Instead of A Hoax …

Holding Promise, and Hoping Prophecy
Bring The Proof Of Why We Believe

Yes, That Is Why We Believe
In All The Beauty, Our Souls Can Conceive
We Believe, We Can Achieve and Succeed 
But, We Know, We Need Someone Who Will Lead !

… So, That, Is Why, We Still Try …
And Why Real Legends, Just Won’t Die …
And Make-Believe Myths, Are Exposed As Lies
When Prophecy, Pass Before Our Eyes …

… and All Will Know, Why We Believe
and Believe, As Long As We Breathe !
As Long As Hearts Beat and Bleed
… Because Our Hearts Can’t Survive … Faith-Bereaved

Oh, Why Do We Believe ? …
And All Believers and Dreamers, Say … Wait And See ! …



Note:

There Is More Factual Proof That God Is Real
Than Any Other Person Ever Lived…
That Includes: Julius Caesar, Plato, George Washington
King Henry, Cleopatra, Shakespeare and Tennyson
And Most People Believe and Agree, They Existed
But The Notion of Almighty God, Is Still Resisted
Now, In All Instances, (We Were Never There) …
… I Guess, It Just Boils Down To A Prayer …

                       The  MoonBee


Details | I do not know? | |

Truly

* You Don't know what it feels like to to have your heart ache unitil you go through the hallways of school, and you always see couples together holding hands and kissing.
* Knowing no one likes you or wants you
* To Feel the pain throbbing in your chest, thinking that there is someone out there for you.
* To Think that the guy that you liked, liked you too. But it all turn out to be all wrong. A Lie
* To Wonder if when a guy stares at you whenever he see's you. If it's a good or bad thing.
* Wondering if when you look at him and he is looking back at you. If he truly likes you, or it's just out of habit.
* Just wishing that someday you will get a text from someone, you can't figure who it is. then you begin to talk and then come to find out that it was that guy that you had liked for the longest time.
* To Wish he will ask you out and show you off to his friends. And he won't care what they think. because he knows, he likes you for who you are. Not what you come off to be.
* Truly feeling loved. Someone to be there when I need him. Someone to show me off to the world. To hold me when I'm scared and lonely, even upset.
* I've liked all the wrong guys. Because it has always turned out where they would say "I Like You" but then they would end up ignoring me. Like I wasn't even there.
* I don't know if it's the end or the beginning of a wonderful or horrible dream!


Details | Rhyme | |

God Took A Chance


God Took A Chance…

God took a chance when on 
the cross he died,
His son's life for your life 
was then applied!

God took a chance when on that 
crucifixion day.
He provided for your sins 
to be washed away!

God took a chance on me 
and you that moment.
Christ' sacrifice on the cross
 was our atonement!

God took a chance on the 
salvation that he's giving!
He's provided a chance to 
enjoy eternal living!

God took a chance on you!  
Will you do the same?
Why not reach out to him now?  
And call on his name?

Living for Christ is an opportunity 
he wants to share!
He loves you so much!  
And really does care!

Why not invite him in? 
 He's already made a way!
This could be your opportunity!
This could be your day!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

The Gothic Perfumer

The dear old heart had an infectious laugh.
He'd capture the hearts of many a fair
maiden with his Baroque style and charm.
Like the magician uncle in the Narnia
books he'd be mixing and brewing potions
till the wee hours of the morning.
Fine port,Ramstein + Greek music blaring 
from the stereo.
White fluffy dogs + white cat matched the
Maestro's own Riccoco coiffure.
His guest waiting list was as long as
the red logie carpet.
Admiring female fans would always try to
take  over his lab to sharpen it.
Till someone once said "Dear Sir would
you ever find the right partner and 
settle down?"
With a twinkle in his eye and a little
Smile he said "Of course!"and gave a
little Buddha bow.


Details | Free verse | |

Vikie Lynn (Anna Nicole)

annamerica you sweet little
thing

you lollipop lying
on the dashboard
sticky sugar melting little

love thing tacky fingered
backseat strawberry kiss
type of

chocolate in the pocket
mess type of

thing congealed lemon drops
fused type of

residue thing
stuck to carpets shoes

youth craving bees

buzz
and swarm
and suck
the syrup
that glues 
teeth together

in smiles that might otherwise
chew you are so sweet

sweet

such a sweet little thing 
you
so puckering god-damn sweet wiped on trousers licking greasy lips marchpane ragamuffin you 

O sweet O swallowed 		you
											


Details | I do not know? | |

Pyaasa - Thirsty

pyaasa (thirsty) – for guru dutt

 

i’ll have none of it

the glittering vulgarity on crude display

puffed-up egos wrapped in vacuum-sealed packs

adorning the sterile aisles of shining malls with their endless racks

 

i’ll have none of it

the broken & battered souls swept up in the tide

of holidays by the sea & drinks on the ninth hole of the course

deaf to all cries & whimpers but for the closing bell of the bourse

 

i’ll have none of it

the endless parades of ostentatious pomp & raucous laughter

deadened spirits aspiring for nothing more than an unquenchable greed

haughtily trampling the ‘other’ in the crass pursuit of what next desire to feed

 

i’ll have none of it

the willful silence of the privileged few among the numberless many

so eloquently articulate & quick-witted in hour upon hour of polite chatter

yet mute & shushed by sips of chivas when the raging war outside doesn’t matter

 

i’ll have none of it

none of this nauseating mockery & none of this reeking sham

i’ll have none of it for i was there once & lapped up the vulgarity of it all

i’ll have none of it now, though, so you may as well put me up against the wall

 

i’ll have none of it now for i was there once & soaked in that intoxicating air

i’ll have none of it now, though, so if tonight i sleep forever, i’ll be the last one to care

 

(for guru dutt-saab, 1925 - 1964)


Details | Rhyme | |

Pass It On

a piece of bread
is what god had said

take it for it is I through the body of Christ
now to me that is quite a sight

as it lays amidst 
my hands tonight

for I often think of my brothers and sister in africa
and often think of them not being tucked in their beds

I often think of their innocent children 
who are lying dead

and I often keep thinking
of what God had said

so tonight I come to 
share my wine and bread instead 

with those others who may
have not been watered or fead

as my tears start to now shed
and start flowing beads of red

for it's the blood of christ
lost during his plight

so as I stare at this cup also tonight
I sip and pass it with being so polite

to my brothers and sisters in christ
for it leaves me feeling sheer delight


Tribute To Our Lord

Also Entry To Sami Al Khahli's
A Piece Of Bread Contest


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Dance ... ' (Part 2 of 2)

‘ The  Dance … ’


Oh … How I Love To Dance
Why … Do I Love To Dance ? …
Its Rhythmic … Its Ritual
… The Body is So Beautiful ! …

Once … I Saw The Ocean Groove
… That’s The Way, I Want to Move
Earth-Spinning, Round and Round
Don’t You Know … We All Get Down ?

Don’t You Know, What The Good-Book Says
‘God’ … Moves in Mysterious Ways
That Is Why I Love To Dance …
… His Empire, Moves In Elegance !

Lord, Have Mercy, Keep Moving Me
Moving and Grooving, to Your Glory !
Blood-Flowing, Lung – Breathe
‘ The Spirit ‘, is Zooming … You Better Believe !

( Just Look At It Move ‘His’ Girl, MoonBee !_

Acrobat, Hip-Hop, Ballet
Art of Tap, Polka, Reggae’
You Can Do It !… I Know You Can
Just Listen, To That Bible – Band ! …

Music … Just Adds Motivation
Stirs A Soul To Celebration
Dancing … is A Declaration
We’re On Cruise-Control, In His Creation !

Dancing … Can Be A Holy Act
God, and His Son … Like It, Like That
So, Nod Your Head … Do The Wave
Signal ! … You Want To Be Saved !

Don’t Be Shy … At Situation
Meet Me At ‘ The Revelation’
They’re Opening Up, The Garden – Gate
… Hurry Now … Don’t Be Late !

Cherubs, gonna’ Let Us In
No Cover Charge … Bring A Friend
Oh ‘Son of God’ … Please Partner Me
… Dance Me To Eternity !

Oh, How I Love To Dance
It’s A Rhythm – Romance
Passion – Performance
Yes Lord … I Love To Dance

Dance! … into Eternity
Dance! … Better Than A Fantasy
Dance! … Universal Dance Floor
Dance! … Don’t You Wanna’ Dance Some More ?

Dance ! … Now, Can’t You See ? …
Dance ! … We Gon’   P a r t y !
Dance With This Girl, thru The Galaxy
Dance With The Stars and The Only MoonBee

Boys Shout ! … ‘Bring On The Dancing Girls !’
God’s Making A Wonder World
Them … Us … You … and Me …
Still Moving … To His Mystery !

           Now Dance ….


Details | I do not know? | |

No-Strings

Damn-it, why do I have to want you,
For every wrong reason in the book,
Even if I’m sure it’s only lust,
In the flirts, the bumps, the looks.

You’re always at the concerts,
Singing words I wish I knew,
Stencils, studs and leather,
Pure-bred hardcore through and through.

Uncaring and yet passionate,
You’d die for more than hair,
"Social change and revolution,
Rebel and make the world aware".

You bang girls left and centre,
Week and end alike,
And from pointed observation,
Just-the-one is not your type.

So I’ll resign, we’ll just have fun,
And I can dream of older days,
Coz' while we’re young, I’m guessing,
No-strings is how it stays.


Details | Romanticism | |

THE LAND THAT STOLE MY HEART (1997)

Goodbye to my native home,
To a place not free to roam,
The life that killed my worldly desire,
The land that lit my heart with golden fire.

The family I was unaware of,
The family that brought out my hiding love,
The family that have changed my life,
The family that took away my strife.

I keep their memory with in me,
And remember the precious times,
When me, my family and my home will never be apart,
In darkness the thought shines,
And it’s always close to my heart.
Thank you India


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Die Another Day

When I dig down far within my mind. All I can find is suicide. Can’t say why I want 
to die. Probably to escape the pressure inside. The neglect I receive and the pain 
I conceive. It’s eating away all parts of me. Only god knows how tired I am of 
crying, and how hard I am trying to cover up the lying. I can’t even explain why o 
feel this pain. My eyes just cry, the rain that stains the face that bleeds for a place 
in the human race. And incase I say things turn out my way I think I’ll pray to die 
another day.


Details | I do not know? | |

The "L" Word

I want your touch,
-skin on skin-
make me feel again;
your lips on mine,
they breathe in life;
you touch me,
deep inside;
to loose control,
and only know-
perfect passion,
sweet submissions;
steal me,
heal me;
I am barely breathing


Details | Couplet | |

So, Till We Meet Again

We have poems that make us really different from one another;
You already mastered the rhyme, whilst I‘m still trying to discover.

I have played several times, with this cute little haiku,
While you, deeply, longing to amaze its twin sibling senryu.

And yet, without doubt, we all meet everyday on this central stage,
Where you, un-selfishly, spreading yourself on this blank page.

While my complicated thoughts are being stocked in deep confusion, 
Because I am undecided yet, in what form I must uncover my passion.

For not only you, who suffer in this so-called un-poetic indigestion;
But indeed, happy are those who continue sharing their poetic vision.

  


Details | Free verse | |

Haricot from Baton Rouge

(Aieee! We Gon’ Pass A Good Time Yeah Cher …Enjoy et Laisez les bons temps rouler)


Haricot was tall and quite lean
In English they would call him String Bean
Haricot would often travel down the Bayou
by way of pirogue to visit with his sister Sue  

Every one knew when Haricot came through
The morning would start with the smell of Roux
Caf Noir, Hot hush puppy’s and biscuits too
one could feel music of the zydeco by mid-afternoon 

And Haricot would shout Laisez les bons temps rouler 
The town folk and kinfolk alike would gather that day
Some found sipping on bourbon  and café au lait 
while awaiting the succulent taste of Cochon de lait 

Oh the savory taste of Lagniappe which filled the air
All truly possessed  la Joie de vivre 
Consuming Andouille and Boudin flavored with the Bouquet Garni 
Children could be found nibbling on sweet Beignet 

While elders could be found playing a game of Bouree' 
The women would have prepared jambalaya, Gumbo’s, Grillades
As the sunsets all will have ate every thing from their bowls and plates
And all would begin again to dance  Fais-do-do 
Haricot would shout too all and his sister Sue 

Mon cher, mon cher sûrement ceci est la vie
Good music good friends, family, dancing and cuisine
ceci habite véritablement Sue et tout agreed


 


Details | Free verse | |

Discreet Desire

have slept blissfully with masters 
endured mice of men 
been protected in the inner sanctum 
yet grovelled in poverty and pain
used my body to pull myself from its grip 

seen many vices 
secrets cleverly hidden 
learned when to speak, holding opinions
silence can be indeed golden 
as silver crosses sweaty palm

unmentioned blackmail, seen behind erotic eyes 
have manipulated, masterfully 
taken advantage of the attributes of beauty 
secrets learned at mother's knee

I've been abused as a lady 
worshipped as a whore 
through it all, needy beggars 
snickers behind my back 
oh the women so gentile 

see my smiling eyes 
it's in my bed they do lie 
outcast, yet bell of the ball
hushed need whispers my name
I move to its lure 

my body a delicious shine 
entombing the rich and noble 
influencing kings 
stature unknown, yet unlimited

I am courtesan, mistress, love,
substitute wife 
I'm what you wish me to be 
seductress of your mind 
gripping desire, courtesan


Details | I do not know? | |

Childhood Friend

We started out friends
And that's how it should be in the end.
My first budding love,
My second friend I met,
My first guy friend.

Our opposing fates
Have left me behind
In a loveless crate.
City boy, suburban small town me,
How far away you are.

I can't sway it all away.
One day and some night
Could you become mine?


Details | I do not know? | |

Someone Of Significance

You came into my life
As someone with a bit of everything
I ever wanted and needed.

You sat next to me
And I wasn’t too sure what to think,
All I knew was that I had to open up a little to you.

You approached me sincerely, randomly:
Which is the way I prefer people
To befriend me if they so choose to do.

You became someone of significance,
Something about you felt like a reminder
Of what a side of me is like exactly.

You listened to me,
I knew you were willing to,
Even when you were looking at a screen.

You were in my life
As someone who is understanding,
We were close in a vague sense.

You assured me that you know the feeling,
That you can save me and 
With you I’ll never have to feel alone again.

You became someone I consider a true friend,
Something about you felt like a reminder
Of the maturity grown from loneliness.

You were there to be my friend, 
As someone who can try to change my life,
Truly you have influenced and infatuated me.

You embraced who I was, for who I am,
But my bad feelings were foolish,
Causing the consequence of seeing why I swiftly lose.

You are a mix of good karma rewarded to me,
I was given what I wanted to experience,
You were so close to being something so much more for me.


Details | ABC | |

LAYERED ACHES

Strange it looks,
some one crying on winning a race.
He was o loser and a victor.

After such a long fight,
what is left on a banished field ?
broken skulls and roaring laughter,
Everything was crushed under falling snow
of ruthlessness.

And over the fire hangs a skeleton
of past.
The real truth again hides in the
Survivor’s eyes.
There is no witness of any crime.

The court adjournd and the symbolists
rejoice.
Justice has come for a sale.
The highest bidder will get the chair
now
Now will begin the layered aches
in heart.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Free verse | |

Up and Down

When 
Corruption and irresponsibility,
Maintains a system,
That seems,
A heart has got a coronary disease.

When 
A partial selection, 
Maintains a system,
That seems,
A plant fruit will die in its childhood.

When 
A Sensibility and intelligence,
Maintains a system,
That seems,
Progress is flying as a balloon.

When 
Immaturity and Impatience,
Maintains a system,
That seems,
A body suffers with High blood pressure.

When 
A Heart feels beauty, 
Mind accepts politeness,
Appreciation praises naturally,
A body dreams Love.

When
Quality and performance,
Maintains a system,
A progressive nature,
Delivers satisfaction and prosperity.

Then
A person can sleep,
Smoothness maintains a system,
Cooperation builds a chain,
Supply grows as air flows in the rain.

But
Everyone likes the tides,
Up and down,
New challenges gain further directions,
A business motivates in Life.


Details | I do not know? | |

I WANT YOU

It’s everything I can’t have that I want,
You’re everything I want,
Nothing I can have,
You’re everything I’m not.
But will die for,
You’re everything I need,
And can’t live without,
You’re out of my league,
Yet still strive for,
Although I’ve got no chance,
I want you to know,
I won’t let you go,
I want you.


Details | Lyric | |

Social Anointing

(chorus)
All life seems so 
dissapointing.
All you do 
is social anointing.
All life seems so
unfulfilling.
All you do
is social killing.

The generations
And the future 
Are in your hands
Taking you further
Than you've ever been
You're in so much demand
Taking every child 
Woman and man
Seeking unsought fortune
And your unneeded 
portion

(chorus)
All life seems so 
dissapointing
All you do 
is social anointing
All life seems so 
unfulfilling
All you do 
is social killing

The future
of our unwritten tradition
The change 
of all in our nation
Taking the hope 
of all who have none
Making life hard to cope
with for the small ones.
This is not you, this is not me.
This is our world.
This is what its gonna be.

(chorus)
All life seems so 
dissapointing
All you do 
is social anointing
All life seems so
unfulfilling
All you do 
is social killing

(bridge)
Evolution is so
Hard to find
Evolution is so
Unruly and off time
And its too late
When you find
The apples in your orchards
Are limes
And the good deeds you've done 
Are convicted crimes

(chorus)
All life seems so
dissapointing
All you do
is social killing
All life seems so
unfulfilling
All you do 
is social killing

Tame your spirit
Tame your mind
Tame your feelings
Take a hold of time
Before its pushes you by
Remember me
And remember why
You've stayed with me
Don't forget our time.


Details | Monorhyme | |

The Swinger

gotta get out of this place
to many now know my face
dressed from head to toe in my leather and lace
trying hard to run at a fast and steady pace
I just know I just gotta get out of this place

the booze the men all getting on my case
music's blare all such a disgrace
want the world to just go away at a faster pace
leave me here to die with such a sad looking grin on face
knowing I  have to just gotta get out of this place

money in the jar for just in case
daughter's picture surrounded by flower vase
I don't care if I been maced
another day I walk in disgrace
just knowing I just gotta get out of this place

around the bend she hit second base
a safe haven without a trace
of this gal and her leather and lace
dancing and hitting the clubs of distaste
for she finally made it out of this place







Tribute To Those
Getting Out Of The
Dancing In Clubs


Details | Rhyme | |

Where Jesus Is Is Where I Want To Be



Where Jesus Is… Is Where I Want To Be! Where Jesus is… Is where I want to be! He is the one I want to be with…. For eternity! Where Jesus lives… I want to be in my heart! I want him living in me, till one day I shall “depart.” Where Jesus leads… I want to be in this place! I want to be led by his tender mercy and grace! What Jesus does… I know will be what’s best! As long as I trust him… I shall be blessed! What Jesus says to me…. I want to surely listen! Anything he has for me… I don’t want to be missin’! What Jesus wants me to do… I want to do it! He’s given me many opportunities… But “I blew it!” What Jesus wants to give to me… I want to receive it! He promises to always be with me! I believe it! Whatever I have… I give to Jesus my king. He’s my righteousness. He’s my everything! Wherever I may end up in this life I call “my own.” I pray that one day shall be in God’s eternal home! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Lyric | |

A Direct Hit

Do you have something about me?
What do you mean about a word free?

Is that a meaning I can abuse to anyone?
Or I can force my attitudes only for fun.

Freedom means I need to compare others,
To identify them as they are brothers.

To gain respect to treat them politely,
To defeat them slightly to act as brightly.

Is that fair to exploit others for a benefit?
Is it achievement to kick them a direct hit?

Believe me or not, explain me or not,
A matter is a matter for a best shot.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Justice or Just Us?

when we go to jail we get a legal aid lawyer
who  tells us to take a plea even when we are innocent.
when we go looking for a job, we're told nothing is available.
and when we do get a job, the non-black person that does the same job
gets a higher salary, even though we have more education and more experience 
and when we have a college degree, they tell us we are over-qualified
Is It Justice or Just Us?

young black men stopped and searched 
because they VAGUELY fit the description of a suspect.
black men pulled over while driving because the have TOO NICE a car
young black girls stopped and ID'd because they happen to be walking 5 blocks 
away from a known prostitution area.
yet when those same black girls are raped or killed
their situations doesn't even rate page 3 in the newspapers
but a non-black person gets the front page headline 
Is It Justice or Just Us?

supermarkets and grocery stores in our neighborhood
with old meat, rotting fruit and out-dated milk
power plants and bus terminals near our homes
the highest rate of asthma in the nation among our children.
hospitals closing in our neighborhoods
low standard and non-existing medical care available.
and when we enter an upscale store, we are profiled and followed around
yet in the meantime, the non-black person wearing
a fur coat is robbing them blind 
Is It Justice or Just Us?

If we hold a publicly elected position they will diligently keep looking for a scandal
or will create one, searching around in our past
for anything that they can use and then present It
In the worst possible way in order to discredit us.
why Is It that whenever non-black kids steal a car It's JOYRIDING
but with black kids It's GRAND THEFT AUTO. 
why Is It that when non-blacks have drug possession charges
It's for recreational use, they pay a fine, go to rehab and get 5 years probation.
yet if a black kid has a drug possession charge
he'll get 8-15 years in a federal penitentiary.
Is It Justice or Just Us?

judge us not by the color of our skin
judge us not by any preconceived prejudices 
you've inherited or have been taught
judge us not on the whole by the actions of one
If you must
judge  us on the content of our character
If you must
judge us on the accomplishments of our education and skills
If you must
judge us individually and not collectively
even though It Is not your right to judge us
for that alone Is for God to do
We Just Want Justice Not Just Us


Details | Free verse | |

The Undisputed Champ

       Introducing the undisputed champ - "The Fallen Star!"/ I'm aware people stare at the 
extremely bizarre./ I'm that "beep, beep" on your hearts radar./  This pen is metaphorically 
my scimitar!/ Poetry Soup says I'm cursed,/ because of the content in my verse;/ but I feel 
as if I'll burst,/ and it will only get worse,/ If I don't relieve this stress!/ So allow me to 
express/ what's on my chest/ before I become possessed!
       I will start clawing and fighting!/ If I don't here you say: "You make this site so much 
more exciting!"/ So what if I don't play nice,/ but I bring that Latino spice!/ You damn right 
I'm a sexy S.O.B.!? And I don't give a flip if you don't like my poetry!/ Who are you to judge 
me?/ You wanna hear an apology?/ For being comfortable and expressing my sexuality?/
       Look I'm 32,/ and that's the difference between me and you./ I've never felt more 
alive!? Don't get upset with me because you're 65!/ I know you wish I would just disappear,/ 
because I live in today and not the day of Shakespeare!/ Don't no one read his work no 
more! / Yes I bring a poetic war./ Blowing up verses like C4!/ My sentences are sharp like a 
carnivore!/
       I don't like fake individuals no way./ Why should I listen to what a hypocrit has to say?/ 
Someone told me to just leave it alone./ So those without sin casts the first stone!/ - I didn't 
think so!/ I hope your house gets blown away by a tornado!/ Sometimes my heart grows 
cold like an  Eskimo,/ and other times dark like Edgar Allen Poe!/
       Look before you start pointing fingers at me,/ and condemn my poetry./ Take a look 
see that others have wrote erotica too./ I can name a few./ And nothing I write is taboo!/ 
You just probably stay away because you have bird flu!/ So I can care less if you're my 
friend./ I'm just out to set a new trend!!!!


Details | Free verse | |

The fibers of my heart are strung tight as a dream catcher

The fibers of my heart are strung tight as a dream catcher
my soul pressed tight between crimson lips
a black haired Buddhist girl
whose very eyes spell out the Dharma
seized control of my consciousness

her slender fingers trace
a heart-shaped impression
on my impressionable mind
and the icy palm of uncertainty
brushes back and forth across my chest

when she opens her mouth to speak
the gates of heaven open up
and I hear a chorus of bells and angels

to touch her warm, white skin
would send chills down my arms
and rekindle the smoldering flame in my heart

the dimples on her cheeks are 
rabbits bounding through a snowy field

on a clear day the sky in not blue, but empty
when there are clouds the sun smiles his blessing on no one
and the birds sing for others,
and the violets are painted not for me

could not speak to an angel
wrote her this poem


Details | I do not know? | |

Gifts

women
give her your number and she'll forget it
give her a necklace she'll lose it
give her your love she'll probably throw it away
and want it later
give her a ring
put a rock on her finger
and you had better run
because she'll hang on to it
and you 
for dear life


Details | I do not know? | |

Hyper Eccentricity

Cleanliness I absolutatingly fear...
For I only luv the mess I see,
It makes me believe I am not alone
In this sight of a messed-up and lonely room.
It'sh scaring me seeing purified spirit
With all th-this cleaned up vision.
Mirrors reflect my cleaned room...
In the darkness, within the shadows,
Are haunting red, yellow, and green:
Lights which are known as eyes
According to my mind...
Not as ordinary as others may seem...
For I am rather filled with secret eccentricity,
I loves seeing people electrified when in
Sight of my real personality:
Hyper eccentricity!


Details | I do not know? | |

Graceful Outlash

Lets get it perfectly clear.

This isn't a plea for equality here.

Should you continue to look down on this poetry.

It just, whoa is me.

All this talk of drugs, guns, and run-ins with cops is not what the audience wants 
to hear.

Gasp!

Is it to hard to grasp the fact that this just may be reality?

This isn't what editors want to see.

Its un-published rubbish.

It doesn't belong in the poetry community.

Trying to make a break.

Plant my stake.

Now I find myself about to break.

Lash out.

Black out.

Snap back.

And induce heart attacks.

For these old folks with half the skill as me.

Who supposedly make up the better half of the "poetic diversity".

At least this is what Im told.

But Im bold enough to know these words have no bounds.

Holds all grounds.

This is for both rich and poor.

All ages, races, colors, and creeds.

If you can bleed, this is for you.

And know that every last word of this is true.

You can talk until your blue in the face.

Its only going to blow up in your face.

No matter how many times you tell me I don't belong.

I'm just going to keep on writing along.


Details | Burlesque | |

if demanded meet.

﷯﷯
The unaltered Dropped gone Dead﷯﷯
﷯﷯Taught me Touch﷯﷯
﷯﷯And your Delicate White Skin.﷯﷯
﷯﷯He Could say, Hello, to things﷯﷯
﷯﷯Like Bumpkin, He can Dance, Alone.﷯﷯
﷯﷯Lowly worm Climbing through by think and feeling,﷯﷯
﷯﷯Like Wind, Wandering aimless, through the House,﷯﷯
﷯﷯I am something less, Your Versace Hobo, Designer Dressed,﷯﷯
﷯﷯For alley Beds and Psycho Vietnam-Vet Parties.﷯﷯
﷯﷯A Fetish for you, I Know, But seriously﷯﷯
﷯﷯I’m gonna Have to shave sometime this Week.﷯﷯
﷯﷯(And Can’t I at least wear my New Jacket for Christmas?)﷯﷯
﷯﷯Another Hour of Raggedy Homeless Sex, ﷯﷯
﷯﷯Pure Sensuous Form of Green eyes cloudy with Silver,﷯﷯
﷯﷯The Gravel of Your Heart, Made of petrified Kittens left in the Box,﷯﷯
﷯﷯Forgotten and Under the Tree,﷯﷯
﷯﷯While Even the Wind creaks by you Slowly, Yes,﷯﷯
﷯﷯The Flowers Of Your’ Bringing Are Fangs.﷯﷯
﷯﷯And Still,﷯﷯
﷯﷯﷯﷯Still,﷯﷯
﷯﷯﷯﷯The Warm Comes﷯﷯
﷯﷯Without Sound.﷯﷯
﷯﷯-Thend-


Details | Free verse | |

Critic of a Utopian Mind

Closed eyes to a world of towering supremacy over the delicate picture of utopia
Not to be disturbed through true reality and perseverance of the mind
A crime to have a belief, a sin to be distinguished,
A facade that complexes the mind into a society of pathological liars of their own ideals.
Individuals are insignificant as insights lead to commonality
Hours fly as seasons change and still emptiness is evident in the faces of humanity, 
For now I see the truth in fear, a safe haven for the meek

To the individuals I say show your faces, the time has come at last
Don’t listen to societies torments of outcasts and passing fads
The survival of the fittest has come to an end as the morning sun commences in the east
Face the music of past failures and feel the tide move in
Be drawn to passionate dreams that overwhelm our heart and essence

For that pride will lead the nation to become what we have hoped
A nation of individuality with no prejudice or discrimination in sight
Factions will destroy the supremacy, without a soul left behind


Details | Quatrain | |

Halo

It is not just a game
you don't play it for fun
it consumes all even your name
but don't be fooled this is no pun.

you sit there shooting
they try and shoot back
you continue your alluding
they die and then hit the sack.

you sit there in contempt
talking trash to all that was matched
thinking your that time was well spent
then all you see is yourself  unattached.



Details | I do not know? | |

Lost in Society And Hate

Lost In pain like rain in the sun,
you are the pain and I am the one,
Today is the day we shall see if love is for you and me,
run away with me now,
for love is our strength,
run away with me now,
for pain is our way,
run away with me now for today is the day,
love is lust as we are week,
gain strength in our hope as we are to be,
I love you sweet darling of mine, 
I can see that for sure as I look in your eyes,
as the moon glistens off your lips I can see your love,
lost hope in the world that we know,
who needs it any way since we got love,
run away with me now,
as the wind blows your hair moves silently,
as the moon glows,
when ever you smile my love for you grows,
together we can make it this I know,
as the water tinkles in the river near by I grab your hand,
and tell you good by,
the hardest words I have ever said,
I love you my love and please don't be sad.
I must move on to another life,
this one is lost and I'm loosing my mind,
run away with me now our love will grow,
together we can move on this I know,
love takes two but I don't want to loose you,
through the happy and sad we have made it my love,
eight months now and we have went past lust,
run away with me now for you are my light,
in all my years I'm the saddest tonight,
good bye for now I love you dearly sweet words from a thug,
I will miss you sincerely. 


Details | I do not know? | |

ECSTACY

Ecstasy what have you done to me.
You ignited me.
Then you left me cold
With nothing but an empty shell to hold.
So many consperacies you told.
What am I but a hollow willow?
Left in a rugged wind to blow.
I have more inside then you will ever know.
Judge me not.
Life lives in what everyone else has forgot.
This painted picture of what you see me as,
Is nothing but a minds malignant mass.
Sorrow embraces what the heart has forgot.
Everything else is left swollen and hot.
Love is what its not.
Nail me to a stake.
Theirs nothing left to brake.
You have used all you can use.
There is something to be said for morality abuse.
The jealous angelic innocence loses what’s not left to choose.
Leave me you cruel remembrance of what once was branded in me.
This evading evil has to give me back morality.
Desire will not own me.
I cannot give in to ecstasy.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Never on a Sunday

The Friday night pumpkin coach
That delivered you to my door,
Has come to whisk you home again,
To live, live your own life once more.

It could have been a fantasy,
You being here, so close to me.
There was some kind of payment given,
And things felt as good as they used to be.

With silent encumbered emotion,
Northern light-like spectacle reignited.
With only a spark from your tactile passion,
This blind one was once again sighted.

The roller coaster ride
You've taken me on for years
Passed as a gentle bemusement,
Until all became perfectly clear.

Silent still in darkness,
Surrounded in circumference,
Imagination rallies the rockets.
Again, comes surging the tide.

Awash, aghast, transfixed in the cyclone
Living in the moment for me, with you.
Forget what I've learned about purpose,
Remembering how it feels: alive, free, and true.

For twenty-four hours we lived
Just the way we wanted to be.
Transgressions, migrations, destinations,
Past forgetting you showed me
The way to set my soul free.

Whisper to me in the dimness
Of predawn's early plight.
Ignore the stoic stone culprits
Who rob us of illicit delight.

With day comes the light, and robs comfort.
It all feels so wrong by day.
This devilment strongest in moonlight,
With our next rendezvous, a full month away.


Details | Ballad | |

' Legendary ... ' ( Part 4 (of) 4)

‘ Legendary …’  ( Part  4 (of) 4 ) 



Now, that the Maiden was Unaided, Quickly, ‘He’ Located, Her Craftily
Beth, was in A Flurry, Too Much in a Hurry to Hear Turning of A Key 
Alas’ … The Happenstance of Harm, at the Bower, twas’ Done Most Foully !
Alas’ … The Happenstance of Alarm, Maid twas’ Undone for Shameful Villainy!

 * * *  The Maid so Afraid, for The Earl Waylaid – Her, to His Infamy
He Ravaged and Damaged The Maid … and Took Her Innocency …

And She, in Her Distress and Mental-Regress and Misery
Sat Horrified-Aloof, Sitting in Soiled Proof, of Her Plundered Chastity
There Could Nay be Gathered, Her Tattered-Wits twere’ Shattered, even for Modesty
As The Earl snidely Chuckled, and Boastingly Buckled His Belt, Smirking Heinously

Yea, The Earl had Sated His Dissipated Lust and Gloated – Gleefully
Went Back to The Masque-Ball and Unmasked and Called and Mocked Maliciously
Impugned Beth, to One and All, of Her Downfall from Grace to Impropriety
The Earl Made Sure … The Stunned Knight Would Overhear, The Indecency …

But Much to The Earl’s Chagrin and also Akin to Cowardice and Incredulity
… The Knight Spoke Nay a Word, Only The Hissing of His Sword, Struck Accordingly
The Last Look, The Earl Saw Was … Rage and The Fraught-Gaze of  Insanity !
Yea, The Knight, Smote The Gloat off The Face of the Vile Earl, Most Deservedly …

* * *

Thence, The Knight, in Their Sight, Became Legend That Night as He Fought Mightily
He Escaped Royal Guards, His Heart was Beating Hard, as He made it to The Bowery
And by the Window, He could see by Melted Tallow, a piece of cloth hung Raggedly
caught Wherefore Beth … had jumped to Her Death … and Lay Below Crookedly …

* * *

Now, Tis’ Sad To Recite … They Hung The Poor Knight,  tis’ Further Travesty
For The Earl, tho’ Highborn, wast’ a Cur to Be Scorned … a Monstrosity !
Alas’ …  and Aghast, the hope of Lovers Together at Last, Turned into Tragedy
Fie’ and Fain, lest’ we Forget, this be A Story and yet… couldst’ be Reality …

Yea, Fie’ and Fain, lest’ We Forget, …  Why The Earl, His End Met … 

                        … This Too Was Vanity …   Eccl. 1: 14

‘ … Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy
Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey
Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity
Sweetheart, Be Thy Bold in Bravery …
… and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token
And Language Be Spoken …
Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary ! ‘

                               The End


Details | I do not know? | |

Tempted

Daydreams, schemes, melancholy dreams
A fairytale resurrected
Not by the hour but daily
A new god come erected

Wondering if it was true
Felt it was too good to be
That this handsome rogue
Would be in love with me

His eyelashes fluttered
His speech became sputtered
His color heightened
Whenever we enlightened

Upon some topic somewhere
My pride was assured
He was my beau if I cared, 
At the last moment, I demured


Details | I do not know? | |

How did we let this happen?

Secret seductive mainstream manipulation
Grandparents hand me downs to a crippled generation.
And who to believe if I cant even believe the left side of my brain?
This is not a game.
The reality created for you 
That is the game.
Don’t let them poison your daughters
Or you may be finding yourself soon with granddaughters
The ones that feel the absence of a father.
(The media is poising the children.
They are told to be whores and killers
And these whores and killers in turn reproduce their own offspring of whores and killers…
And the whorish killing nation perpetuates into a larger whorish killing nation
Until we all are selling ourselves and murdering our neighbors 
In the name of religion and morality.
Don’t you see how we have been made into slaves?)


Details | Rhyme | |

Love When Is It Your Turn

Just close your eyes and try to imagine...

The last time you felt love, with an everlasting passion......

Was it yesterday, or maybe the day before....

But when is it the right time for love, only you know....

Will it come in the day, or sneak up during the night....

Or will it come real easy, or will you have to put up a fight.....

Will you accept it with open arms, or will you turn your back and walk away.....

Love comes, it goes, but when will you decide it can stay......

Do you trust it, or will you judge it, or will you let passion lead the way....

But time and time again you ask youself....

When will it be my day.....

Will you love it for eternity, and never take it for granted........

Or would you miss use it like a person, and end up empty handed.......

Its a bond like no other, like a child and a mother.....

But if you don't allow it into your heart, then how can it take you any further.....

It lives and breaths off of every kiss, touch,or hug.......

Or even in the bed making sweet love......

But is this all you think of when you think about love.....

Or do you feel it in your soul, and share it with another.....

He or She wants to Love you until their dying day.......

But without Love where would you be today.......





Details | Free verse | |

Now How About That

Vibrant swirls, searching a canvass of black
Creating a world of colures, 
Taken from a gunnysack…
The mind explores all it observes,
There is no turning back~
Admirations, full of life deserved;
The portrait is complete, all concur,
Now how about that…


Details | I do not know? | |

THE DISGRUNTLED PASSENGER

The bus is late and it is starting to rain, 
when the bus arrives, you’ll be sure to complain.
The schedule said it would be there at eight,
once again you are running real late.
You dial Customer service on your cellular phone,
there is no answer and you’re feeling alone.
All you want is to hear a live person,
you can’t get through and the rain starts to worsen. 
You take out your umbrella but it will not open,	
it is bent out of shape and the button is broken.
Every other bus number arrives at that stop,
It will take some time for your blood pressure to drop.
At this point, you are starting to get nervous,
You begin to wonder if the bus is in service.
You have been splashed by a number of cars,
at the end of this ordeal you’ll be behind bars!
The bus finally comes but you have waited a while,
The driver opens the door and greets you with a smile.
You shout at the driver, “Where the hell have you been?”
“I don’t particularly care for your stupid little grin!”
The driver said, “Sir I’m sorry for running behind
but the rush hour traffic has been quite a grind.”
You step on the bus all soaked and wet,
you want the driver to know that you’re really upset.
You curse out the driver and create quite a scene,
You start to act ignorant, belligerent and mean.
The police arrive promptly and escort you off the bus,
there are things about that morning you need to discuss.
The Officer asked the driver, “Why did this occur?”
he said, “I was late and he became a disgruntled passenger.”


Details | Rhyme | |

Modern Day Heroes

You respond to the call twenty-four hours a day,
you lock up criminals, showing them crime doesn’t pay.
You make our communities and neighborhoods safer,
our chances to live peacefully are a whole lot greater.
You risk your life by simply wearing your uniform,
but risking your life daily is pretty much the norm.
You seldom receive credit for your heroic acts,
I am telling the truth and I am stating the facts.
A firehouse alarm sounds, breaking the night’s silence,
as for the number of casualties, you are left in suspense.
The Dispatcher says, “Apartment complex fully involved,”
the issue of being short-staffed has yet to be resolved.
First alarm out and you’re the first on the scene,
from a window above you hear a faint woman’s scream.
Without thought you rushed into the apartment,
you successfully saved a life with little time spent!
Accident with victims, a man and his wife,
you saved their lives with your “jaws of life.”
You are an innocent bystander that springs into action,
“Civilian Saves Lives” read the newspaper’s caption.
You have the tough task of keeping the country safe for us,
I was once in the service so it is easy for me to discuss.
I mentioned you last but you are certainly not least,
you are the main reason we live free and in peace.
You save people’s lives and you don’t even know them,
I am thanking you all with this inspirational poem.
Where your courage comes from nobody knows,
but to me you are all “modern day heroes.”


Details | Couplet | |

Last 1 Left

Am I the last one left
cause all the world is a mess

I seek to teach my brothers
but they seek their own success

How can the people ignore
the hurting neighbor next door 

They act like life is just that easy
when you're black and you're poor

So I prepare myself to fight
and get ready for war

For soon the sad will be the happy
and feel no pain no more

So with my very last breath
before I lay down and rest

I want to say that I feel 
like I'm the last one left.


Details | Free verse | |

Without Your Body

I slept through it and then i never met you, but it's okay because we've bought clocks
elsewhere. and How the birds chirp and the ticks tock; the fist hands that broken song,
into our blood already boiling. A calm washes over me and i'm each bead of your voice,
magnetized to some center. Gravity lies between; it's relative. Like the size of your
interest or the feeling diminished; relish it. Song after song until our strings turn to
nooses and our finger's slowly slip the knot. Step outside your box and cover the graves
in shadows so that flowers won't grow - Turn ur smile up, emanate warmth to the touch,
crushing bones to dust. Sever the bonds and strip the oak so that we're soaked in more
than polite. Politeness that'sa blind figure draped in your movements; where intent thus
far remains obscure. I swear it's magical-icious, this tragedy struck through broken
bridges and whispering listlessness. A thrifty spend but, dont mention it: I've already
written your will, forged your existence in fake chrome reflecting plastic toy-play guns.
Lipping twice the power of electricity on in a vacant mind, the dust swallows the air and
no longer can i breathe but we both remember promised another full fit never stop it just
keep it closer wear it in your sockets so your eyes can get some rest within your pockets
so your hands can stop the throbbing and your ache can fill the airway - you know,
without your body.


Details | Narrative | |

Pa

Red shirt with a matching hat pulled down low over his eyes.
Just leaning, holding up the wall while having a smoke.
Watching him watch me.
Still looking out for my girl, but maybe it's time I look out for me.
She's grown, I'm grown, and he is definitely grown.
Small talk floating through the air.
Trying so hard not to be interested, keeping my attitude hard.
Thought I had given up on trying, but this one has sparked my interest.
And then it happens.
A comment thrown my way by this one, not rude, not vulgar, just painfully 
observant.
And I reply back, addressing him as "Pa" and the wall suddenly holds itself up.
My eyes grow wide as does his.
A sign of respect, a hotter spark, a door opening, then going back inside truly 
thinking the nights almost done.
His hand reaches out and touches my arm, soft words shared.
Bad timing but I don't really care.
After watching him for so long I now cannot meet his eyes.
I can't stop smiling, can't stop looking up into those eyes and feeling like I belong 
with this one.
Feel like I belong TO this one.
Don't want to leave his side, leave his sight, leave his touch.
Kisses so gentle and soft on my forehead.
Inhaling deeply taking in his smell.
Time has slowed but sped up all at once.
What to do.
What to feel.
Totally becoming lost in this stranger who doesn't feel like a stranger at all.
I keep biting my lip, holding back the urge to kiss him deeply.
Wanting to respond to him and give into him totally.
Feeling his arm around me, so safe.
Totally losing my mind.
Never have done this, never have thought this, but I called him Pa and it came so 
easily.
I want this one.
I want to know all his secrets as I share mine with him.
I want to be his anyway anytime anyplace.
We really have to be going but I'm dreading leaving his side.
My mind pleading for time to stop.
More tender kisses, sharing quick looks, smiles.
I find myself giving him my number with no hesitation.
We clicked we flowed we belong.
Impatience from my girls pokes at the air surrounding us pulling at us.
I lean in and kiss his cool smooth cheek.
One last look over my shoulder as I leave.
Trying to burn that smile those eyes those lips that I long to kiss into my memory,
Just in case.
One last reminder "Call me Pa" and in my heart I'm his.
Whether it's love at first sight, spontaneous and all consuming or just lust.
I so want this one I called Pa.
Time to leave with hopes he wants me too.


Details | Ballad | |

' Legendary ... ' ( Part 3 (of) 4 )

‘ Legendary …’  ( Part  3 (of) 4 ) 



… Now, The Earl, had Spies, to keep Intruding Eyes On The Tryst of Secrecy
Beth’s Tresses, like Raven Wings and Eyes Emerald-Green, Became His Fantasies
Yea, He erstwhile Plotted, for He wast’ Besotted with the Cobbler’s Daughter’s Beauty
All to no Avail … for Beth Knew Well,  Twere’ None, More Wretched, than He !

So, She didst’ Spurn his Declaration and Protestations of Undying Fidelity
She didst’ Return, His Portrait and String of Pearls and His Poems, Peremptorily
Forasmuch, and twas’ this and such, She Rebuffed all His Pleasantries
In Favor of Her Knight, she Reserved This Right, which Enraged, Their Enemy
 - - - - - - -
Now, Twas’ but an Instant, of Insistent Cajoling, that Beth Pleaded Prettily
To Part with Her Swain, til’ Their Hearts Came, to be Joined For Perpetuity
To Compose Herself, for Their Nuptial-Heft, She twould  Prepare Hastily
And Rendezvous for His View, stating … ‘ I  twould’ Look, My Best for Thee!’

And as She left His side, She was Singing Most Merrily …

‘ …  Carry Me in Thine Arms, to Our Beloved Balcony
To a Bed of Blushing-Rose-Petals and Wild-Tossed-Peonies
A Bed Lover’s Designed … Draped in Damask and Brocade -Satiny
And let Moon-Glow, from Yon’ Window, Bathe Us Both Bodily … ‘

… and The Handsomely Styled, Smitten Knight Smiled, as He Heard Her Warm Gaiety …

… Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy
Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey
Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity
Sweetheart, Be Thy Bold in Bravery …
… and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token
And Language Be Spoken …
Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary !

                                  ( Part 3 (of) 4 )


Details | I do not know? | |

Skools Out

Schools out for the day wasn't it fun?
I think not i am at the other end of the gun
Im tired of being the only one
That sees through your glass, your ice cubes are none
Im tired of the way you make me feel
Im sick of the cards that you made me deal
Two one eyed Jacks and the others aren't real
Heres a quarter call your friend to whine and squeal
I cant stand the way you walk your turf
The way you think that your the center of the earth
But I will not paint myself blue like you other smurfs
I hate fitting in with all you grunts
Even if it means that I am the dunce
I loath the vent up anger towards you
You could have stopped it but no you had to
You had to force all the others to think
You tried so hard to make me sink
But Im not the titanic so finish your drink
You will see that you are your own weakest link
Im tired of the popular making fun of the cursed
But you know what? Life changes and now its reversed
So how does it feel to be one of the worst?
And how does it feel that for once I am first?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

IM TIRED

i'm tired of these boys that aint no good
i'm tired of these boys that aint goin nowhere, ghetto for life, no further than the 
hood
i'm tired of these boys poppin females off and goin to jail
i'm tired of these boys that get out and continue to sale
i'm tired of these boys tryna be pimps, playas, hoes
got the nerve to call us runners, and they pros
i'm tired of these boys thats fine, all in theyself, wasteing our time
im tired of these boys fake blinging, drama bringing, heart breaking, time 
wasteing, good looks, wrong attitude, not all that and still rude
im tired of these boys that cant take no for an answer
im tired of these boys that girls are chasing after
filling up their head, got them thinking they whats it
comin at me like their a priviledge
im tired of these boys life about gettin high
im tired of these boys that got the upper hand and choose to die
im tired of these boys thats triffalin, rivalin, killen they own, talk stuff, hang on 
corners, always drunk
im tired of these boys that wanna be thug, buck, talk to much, got big heads, little 
gut
always who's the man, high fives cuz yo hit that ass, you got hers dont mean you 
gone get mine
im tired of these boys thats immitating, irritating, aggravating, instigating, 
munipulating, humiliating, degrading, betraying, lover claiming, lust gaining, 
coochie fienen, disease springing, baby creating, drug related, dumb but 
educated
im tired of these boys that see the street life exciting and the ones that think 
there's no other road
i understand it's not easy growing up in the ghetto world
but while you were taught to sale, deal, smoke, drink, drugs
while you were taught money, streets, attitude, gangs, thug
while you were taught babies, babymamas, sex, drama
while you were taught pimps, playas, hoes, who's the man
try to learn how to be a man
my ladies are tired


Details | Blank verse | |

Baptism

Fill me with Your love
And dip me in Your joy;
Pour and smear Your oil
Of anointing on my head.
Set me on godly Fire
With your precious Holy Spirt,
And with the mighty rushing wind
Fan the eternal flame.
May I speak with cloven tongues
And wisdom in every city.
Endue me with your power
To be your witness.
So, let the siren sound 
Throughout town and country
As the nation is set ablaze
With a wild and consuming Fire.



Details | Epic | |

Aksam

Aksamim oksuzlugu
Gun olmamis yildiz
Sokaklar sensiz utanmis
Yikadilar gecemi tutamadim 
Ruzgarlar  adsiz  sensiz
Ruzgarlar esdi  sokaklarda
Yarim  alamam kendimi
Bir cinar bir tas adsiz 
Ruzgarlar cananim 
Esti sesiz sokaklarinda
Utanirim oksuz kendimden


Details | Free verse | |

The Path of Intention


Like Roger and Monica, we madly 
Made love, in dalliance; it wasn’t a question
Of status---the who’s who in love 

But a time 
To receive
And be received as well; you and I

Not the perfect couple though
Yet the longings of our breath were shaped out
From the very same skin of inner craving

Clearly, no one’s legitimate
To debate the issue of morality, yet we must
Remember the precious time 

When our bodies settled 
Calmly, into the path of our erotic desires  
Like Roger and Monica


Details | I do not know? | |

Sexual Abuse

You fill his hands on you.
Rubbing up and down.
You  fill his breath closing in.
Toughing your body over again.
He removes your clothes and layes you on the floor.
You can fill him on you getting closer.
He thrust him self in you.
You try not to scream.
You close your eyes and almost cry.
You try to fight ut but he's to strong.
So you just lay there.
10 minutes later.
He lets you go but you cant move.
You finally get up and run home.
9 months of torcher.
9 months of pain.
9 months crushal and he finally came.
A little boy cute as a button but reminds you of a tareble thing.


Details | Quatrain | |

Sex

Destroyer of worlds
Means to an end
Mother of life
Come to my bed

Essence a pearl
A timeless chest
A bosom to treasure
A lust without rest

Guarded by religion
Practiced by men
Seduced by women
Foe or friend

Breeder of armies
Disease to spread
What’s your passion
Pleasure or death

I see your reflection
The heartbreak of intent
Forgive my advances
I need you again


Details | Couplet | |

Veils of Illusion

Truth is blinded by veils,
the world is governed by males

The blacks are packed big jails,
my brothers living in cells

I feel I'm living in Hell,
cause there's no freedom or bail

The only way to have peace,
is through God's love or deceased

It makes you hate to be poor,
cause all the wealthy ignore

The veil has blinded their eyes,
to all the hurting outside

But I will fight for the peace,
that God created for man 

Until my soul is released,
and body turns into sand.


Details | Acrostic | |

My Valentine

May I take this time and forever more to say I love you?
Your tenderness is that to which no one knows except I.

Victory was mine the day that you came into my heart true.
Always my feelings will grow as the sun rises to the sky.
Letting me share your life and love until beyond the end of time,
Expressing my love for you is always a tremendous celebration.
Now that we have wed and taken words that were so sublime.
To share a life forever thru hard times and good in this creation,
Individuals, we are bound together with love and devotion.
Nearer and nearer we will grow with ever flowing emotion.
Each other bound as one, beyond unnatural or natural commotion.


Details | Blank verse | |

A Bad Man

Normally our education provide us,
If a person has good looking,
And he seems a gentle,
Nobody suspects him a bad man.

If a gentle person has bad looking,
And he seems as a beggar or poor,
Everyone suspects him,
He is a thief or robber.

A performance counts everywhere,
People want to enjoy only beauty,
It is sophisticated or natural,
Everyone minds only a taste.


Details | Senryu | |

Stunning


gown great on Barbara

black-white stripes of the zebra

on deep green okra


Details | Free verse | |

self-proclaimed highschool lovers.

pow pow.
bang bang,
take the money,
keep the change.
cant un-lick lips,
cant unlock a kiss.
blonde girl,
pink lips.
baby, im a sweetheart now.
silent in the room next door,
lets go somewhere we can be loud.
push a little harder
move a little slower.
feel the warmth of alocohol.
taste the tease of tobacco on a tongue.
look at us, we're so grown up
so mature
so independant
you buy your own condoms.
your own pot.
your own fuel.
i sit back and enjoy the ride.
we won't even hint in second period.
wont even smile during the walk home.
how mature we really are.


Details | Free verse | |

The Printmaker.

Bitumen on the copper plate covers it entirely,evenly.
With a needle,she draws her picture,the point of the 
needle revealing the raw copper underneath.
This raw copper is the part that is eaten by the nitric
acid. Now,she must concentrate on the drawing,bearing in
mind the final print will be the reverse of the image she
is rendering while she carefully draws the image.
Wearing a face-mask,apron + two pairs of heavy duty gloves,
her sihouette approaches the prepared nitric chamber..


Details | Ballad | |

Tarah

Blonde is her hair
It will just make one stare
Green are her eyes
Just by the sight will make one high
Yet her personality is her profile
Her beauty is stunning
And advance is her cunning
She is as sweet
As a bees honey
Smart is the girl
Who may have the whole world
And athletic is the girl
Who could leave ones eyes in a swirl


Details | Free verse | |

Backstabbing

People ask, they seem concerned
But they don't know, they haven't learned
These things they yearn to go and speak
They speak these words you do observe
Your feelings blurred
Then comes back to you these words, they've swerved
They gave their word, but took a turn
Now who's to burn, these words they churn
Your stomachs aching, your heart is breaking
At some awful point you've been mistaking
Who wasn't thinking, their heads are shaking
Of disapproval, with no removal
These words consume you, you should have knew who
Perceptions unruly, words spoken untruly, actions unduly
All this backstabbing has suddenly ruled me
I'm angered, I'm scared, these people don't care
Innocent reputation derailed
Too late to see where you've failed
And yet can't handle it well
Stuck in a corrupted blind trail
Acknowledgement of the fact
That you can't take these words back
At every angle attacked, speeches not even exact
But as these words they are spoken
No giving back such a token


Details | Lyric | |

The So-Called Poetry

‘Tis art that comes from the heart
‘Tis the gift that we ought to lift
And share it with those who care

I must try now to be more like you
For you have such a heart that care 
Uplifting me from my great despair

I have a gift, for you, that will make 
You see what is really inside of me
‘Cos we, both, live in the art of life

Of sharing one another, cheerfully 
You and me, the so-called poetry
As always, where we ought to be 


Details | Verse | |

Boundaries

Love is blinded in knowing no boundaries,
jams it's oars in any waters,
cleaves it's blade how it chooses;
Eros lays claim to all sons and daughters,
arrows shot at random, caution
thrown upon the four winds' mercy,
ancient stardust, the casting of runes.
I did not choose to love you,
I had no say, denied influence;
I saw and fell headlong into the
kindest eyes, lay against the softest breast;
by the sweetest arms crushed,
stunned as by the gentlest lips brushed
that I had ever known.
No, I did not choose to love you,
but if carte blanche was the way it had begun
I know in my heart
I would have done...


Details | Free verse | |

Supreme Love

Everything is your kiss so divine and sweet
A touch of your hand is my only desire.
Our bodies embrace and the Angels sing.
My love is strong and till end of time.
Your face envelops my eyes of a dream.
A dream that is for real and forever kept.
Deep in my heart and soul, cherished so.
Every day our love is here and now.
Every year it grows beyond any limit.
My spirit commands that I love you dear.
My arms await the next embrace we share.
One sweet kiss from you is my eternity.
I pledge to fulfill our loves hold and more.
For you entered ecstasy into my design.
For you my dear are my love supreme.


Details | Free verse | |

Porcelian Doll

Im like a Porcelian Doll.
you can touch my outer shell.
you can feel my hair.
but you cant feel my heart,
because its not their.

you can see my beauty, 
but you cant see my pain.
you can see my clothes,
but you can see how much ive gained.

you can name me
you can do whatever you want.
you can fame me
you can make this a hunt.

but make sure you dont drop me
ill break in a million pieces.
i will fall on the ground not on my knee
with no one to help, just like when your dead.

all your feelings are gone 
and their is nothing to be said.
so like a porcelian doll,
i stand straight up tall.

i say no words,
im as quite as can be.
judge my outer shell.
but the inside you will never see.


Details | Free verse | |

OIL and WATER

OIL and WATER 
Oil and water 
Nice feelings escape everyone when they receive hate filled ones and looks can 
be so downright misleading to me they hang the head and look DOWN the snoot 
at me when they could look AT  me and call me friend and the thing is to 
remember to get your heart in tune and try again to understand a thing is to begin 
to ascertain the wisdom of a true believer the OLD man is WATER the NEW man 
is OIL they seldom mix together but run one mile or even more from the distance 
to each other. 
OLD man is never good at seeing true of others listen as eye relate this odious 
tale  bearing words of hate the “OH my did ewe see just HOW she looked at  me” 
the OLD MAN says “ what is SHE looking at me with??? The New man smiles 
and tries again “ Oh well did ewe see the WAY she looks at me”? Where is the 
place she is looking at me FROM??? 
She is looking at a man it does not matter what she is looking at me with she is 
wrong.  Oil and water do not mix. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Cravings

All is empty until made whole,
In need aren't we all.
So what without aren't you full?
What possesses you to fall?

What substance do you crave?
Maybe a perfect lover.
So what words will you engrave-
In the heart or another?

What words do you go without,
That sharpens the knife,
What sentence gets cut out,
From the pages of your life,

What desire makes your quest,
Maybe a pain reliever for time.
To hault the feelings in your chest,
So happiness you can find.

So if an emptiness bares a task,
Don't live without any more.
Face the mirror of life and ask,
What am I looking for ?


Details | Lyric | |

Who You Are, America

Red, White, and Blue,
are the colors that represent you.
All your stripes and all your stars,
has made our freedom come this far.

We listen to your pledge,
as your flag flaps on the ledge:
"O'say can you see,"
and, "the land of the free."

In every American's Pride,
you will find a soldier inside.
There's nothin we won't do,
for you, we will always remain true.

From the Revolutionary War to the War in Iraq,
we'll fight for you and never look back.
No matter the reason, no matter the cause,
we will stand up for you until the last man falls.


Details | Free verse | |

Help one another!

Encourage one another
and promote each others work;
help them if they're struggling
nurture all their worth.
Advocate or contribute,
stimulate their minds;
Recommend a sponsor,
to assist, support or sign.
Foster them or forward them;
publicize and popularize,
all will help to plug;
every piece that warrants it,

returned with such a hug!


Details | Epigram | |

Affair

Oh how rampant desire doth burn,
And burn, and burn... and then in turn
Fill with ashes the lover's urn.


Details | Rhyme | |

Your Four Tires

You have made me so very fierce, 
So your car tires, I now will pierce; 

To find you car then, yes I must
Tire by tire, my knife to thrust; 

With an ice pick, should I swing, 
From your tires, be some air leaking; 

They may even give a 'hissssss', 
All four tires, I will not miss; 

Loudly can the tire blast, 
Loss of air will be so fast; 

A loud 'pop' might be the sound, 
Quick, your rims will hit the ground; 

And each tire I give a blow, 
Will make the sound of air letting go; 

May even give 'em a second slice, 
Cause you'll be paying the replacement price; 

Them four tires, I can so easily stick, 
And you won't catch me, I'll do it quick; 

It's your four tires that I plan to poke, 
And I want you to know this is no joke.


Details | I do not know? | |

way of pain

sold my soul 
myself 2 hell.
lost from light  
look
2 heven.
thank god 2 trap
myself away
from the pain.
suffering lil babies dying
lying n caskets 
were's the love all 
of that so little N simple
compassiion?


Details | Rhyme | |

Preparing for a Painting

The canvas is waiting
Have you planned the drawing
Yes,model's features are yearning
to be captured in oils.
Will she be seated,will he be standing
pigeon-footed?
I shall choose one model only for this
portrait.
She will be seated in a conventional
pose with her hands showing.
A triangle.
There will be a landscape behind her
with the horizon in view.
Her gaze will be looking at you,her 
eyes will be true.


Details | I do not know? | |

You and me

I don't know you,
You don't know me.
We don't know each other,
But this is how it's gonna be.

You need a woman,
I need a man.
So lets just get together,
I'll be your biggest fan.

If you rock with me.
I'll roll with you.
Tell me what you want,
And I'll show you what I can do.


Details | Verse | |

He will comeback

Early in the morning,
When Sun’s pregnancy, 
Nearly was on delivery,
The cool wind was touching,

Hearts and body was shivering,
When thunder threatened clouds, 
Diving and travelling in the air,
All were seemed in a race.

Birds were saying good bye,
But baby bird’s mouths were open.
And eyes are amazingly stirring,
And watching at waving feathers,

 Fresh leaves were covered,
When Sun baby open his eyes,
Fresh leaves wept in joy,
And kissed earth,

With their golden tears,
Everyone is leaving home,
Time’s belly was growing,
But hope was still in wait,

He will comeback home.
Evening will be cheerful,
Darkness will grow,
To cover all happiness.


Details | Free verse | |

UNREALISTIC PAINTER

The soft paint brush delicately strikes
the right spots with uniqueness...
when your pensive glances project
with precision,skill and persistance,
to paint another image of reminiscence
and the colors are so iridiscent!

The features of that woman, so elusive,
are fine,graceful and attractive...
and if they are to come alive:
more trueness and realism
must be assigned to those piercing eyes...
to make this painting a true gem!

Unrealistic painter without guile,
let me enter your insoucient spirit
and teach some good strokes
of  my compelling imagination:
to paint a more charming woman
with finer curbs, more sensual lips
and an unforgettable face...
until thought and action bind!

I am a modest poet not seeking fame or riches... 
writing words that I engrave on time,
not being repressed or ashamed of reasons;
if honesty is to shine in my works:
my  words must flow on each blank line...
for everyone to read, meditate and cherish!
Struggling painter,
executing immortal paintings
for others to criticize or admire...
dare to be different and open;
if a genius is deprived of expression,
his works are limited in inventiveness...
defeating his scope!

Unrealistic painter,
give life to those idling canvasses,
find usefulness in everything...
even in the blue-jays that sing;
inspiration comes from Nature
and individuals  who manifest their passions!


Details | Terza Rima | |

Car Chase

                 So, now you've got your flashy 
                                       SUV,
           you zoom around the neighborhood 
                                      to see
                how flattering all envious eyes
                                     can be;


             but then, nobody seems to ever 
                                      mind,
              their jaguars, porsches, limos 
                             make them blind,
           not yet, you're still not one among 
                                    their kind;


         you think you've made it big with one 
                                    freebee,
        well, better luck next time, who knows, 
                                     maybe,
       seems you're still way far behind them, 
                                      baby !


Details | ABC | |

SIGNATURES

Planet earth,
they have stopped moving with me like clouds,
like trees.
Sap frozen, inertia overtaking
tongues clipped
mouth after mouth black shut.
Toads are croaking.

Incence of hate wafting
from scrolling suicides.
The terrorist is on move
from valley to valley
shrine to shrine
river to river.
Bulls in veils bellowing in dark.

Self-seeking or sensing the history ?
Intentness of kill or empathy of pain ?
Who were the masters hiding behind hills ?
Let me choose my scratchings from unknown pen.
My paper should remain unwritten,
nobody will draw the line
nobody will put the signatures.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Free verse | |

Denial of interest

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
As statement publish in decade denial of capital interest.
Steps taken to save the world otherwise circumstances crush in decay.
Ruled out simple prevention as the cost of delivering to savor in cost of capital 
gain.

No rules strict enough in pen ship of lawyer and budgeting accountant.
In balance sheet continue to withdraw and worries thrown  market.
Pray of saving the world without rejoiced as diminish in each day.

Madness locked in approval being watch  in  running  banners in screens.
Simply jump in motion of lost or gain boils in middle   accruing  a report.
In wave of destruction hold its magnet sensless judged in given state.
In history of self destruction of bribe all sucrifice in nuisance recall to abide its 
shame
Pay the pave turn off its self in climate believe to secure in love of share.


Details | Couplet | |

My Own Fixation


It is too easy to master the sadness, of my poetry
Than all the combinations, of winning the lottery

I’ll just think I’m sad, sadness becomes my poetry
I’m already mad and sad; still, I don’t win a lottery

That I decided to have my fixation, on a sad poetry
Than harvesting great sadness, of losing the lottery

There is, at least, one big profit of writing sad poetry
Freeing the pain that you gained, perhaps, in a lottery

So come hand in hand, let us build a world, of poetry
Rather than investing your hope, of winning a lottery



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Companion

I am not a ball, after you’ve played 
You just leave it somewhere on the ground, 
Rolling to rest on its self.

I am not a food, 
Or a Chinese aperitif, when ever 
You don’t like, you leave it, untouched.

Neither, I am not worn clothing
When you need it, then it’s the only time 
You remember it to wash.

I am your companion, day and night;
You caressed me, when you felt sad. I missed your touch;
O, do I have to bring your slipper now?

I gave you comfort, when you were down;
I’m really not an envious being, but
I hate your silent treatment, it makes me sick.

This is happening, every time you sit in solitude
A lousy pen, between your white teeth; and
You, in deep thought.

Why do you’ve to slave yourself, thinking?
Thinking of something outside your world;
I am here, your faithful one.

Always will be here, for you;
Even if you come home late, I recognize you;
Your manly smell lingers in my skin.

Before, we used to stroll together;
We played happily, lately, not so often
Why?

Gee, how selfish I am, I shouldn’t be asking you this;
I must understand, you are an aspiring poet; indeed
You needed time to be on your own, to write.

But if, you need me, 
Just call my name, and
I’m ready and willing to serve you.

Thou, I’ve one favor for today, let’s play our favorite, 
Throw the stick wherever you want, Master 
And I’ll bring it back to you, with gladness.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Eyes

My eyes of multiple blue;
they love to look at you.

My eyes change with every mood;
They are dark with an angry tude.

Light when I'm in the mood;
and medium at the start of every feud.

There have been times when they have turned black;
the times when people try to jump my back.

I've been told they turn devilish red;
It just depends how the light hits my head.

But no matter what the color of my eyes;
they are beautiful even when I am shy.

I love my eyes of multiple blue;
They have seen everything I have gone through.


Details | ABC | |

TRANSITIONAL EDGE

Pathways have no boundaries,
thinker was without a thought.
Hostile mind refuses to believe
truth was missing from life.
From depth to depth measurement had failed.
God does not know his creation now.

Foolish flesh now burns in thudding bangs
of dry butter. I want you to touch the 
opaque eyes of eternity. In captivity of
sighs and groans. You ought to understand
who was original. There had been free
invitation to become unfaithful.
There were masks, gene shifts and longevity.

This evening a drama will be enacted in sky
by unburnt bras and a black hole. There will 
be thrill. It was easy to bury the skulls among
floating names. The wreath will be placed
on the transitional edge of sweetness.
Which never was.


SATISH VERMA


Details | I do not know? | |

We've Just Met

Your eyes meet mine from across the crowd
What a lovely surprise
So full of blue
Can't say that I love you
We've just met

You tell me I have bedroom eyes
What a lovely surprise
So full of black
Can't say that I love you
We've just met

The passion in the air
Almost too much to bear
So I draw you more near

To me
To hold
Don't want to let go

Can't say that I love you
We've just met


Details | Free verse | |

Do What You Love

Music is metered and measured in bars 
with silly names like Brewbaker's
          Spanky's
                  and Bushwaller's

Where tempo is tapped 
                                           drawn out
by bourbon-burdened
                                           pulse

Where the staff hides the key to the kitchen
your grinning keyboard is kept in 
                                                           octaves of twelve-packs
twelve steps in half
                                   steps
six-pack steps. Notes upon notes
stacked in thirds
                              fifths, and flasks
 
Where ears listen like mouths listen
                                                                 listen, we'll suck that
song right out of you. Sing.
Sing into the mouths into the throats into the stomachs 
and all the winding rest
                                       your song
a steaming pile of process
                                      on the floor, bilious
                 with black gum
                                      and glass 
smashed like teeth
                                      of a silly keyboard grin.
Sing. 


Details | Terza Rima | |

Dalliance (Fictional Poem)

Last night, I went alone to a ballroom dance
And, I met by pure chance a gorgeous blonde 
With an arrogant and scraggy face husband

Dawdled over a gin, as  I watched every girl 
And, she was really the pick of the bunch
For she was breezy, with her big black pearl

She and I exchanged an intimate, warm glance
Most men looked, as she breezed into the terrace 
My eyes followed her, with a resounding praise

She had too much wine; and left her man behind
With me, spending the night in a nearby ranch
Where we let ourselves, in a sinful romance!


Details | I do not know? | |

Woman (2005)

Powerful, strong and often though wrong
Condemned, hated and waited so long
Deserving, beautiful and slashed
A fighter, a warrior and trashed
Evil, dirty and forgiving
Selfish, rude but one who keeps living
Stupid, idiotic and dissolves the pain
Loud, arrogant but always remain 


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Ambush

Long, hot day, 
vicious sun beating down,
nature's desiccant.

Loading up, packing gear.
Day is done,
head for camp.
Rolling thunder,
sudden stop.
Death reigns in,
curtains of fire.

Eyes all about, searching,
Ali Babbas all around.
Not knowing, I move.
You see, for me,
time is life, safety second.
Blood soaked sand,
ripping, tearing,
white to red.

Making the call, 
four to go up,
breaking through metal rain,
carried away by wings of 
brown and green.


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HURLED ACCUSATIONS

Dazed from hurled accusations, he didn't even hear the starting bell.
the foreign man that's watching and wishing him all hell.
There's talk of noble notions but it seems the chasing of the fleece.
A serving of the devils appetite, like a lamb that's fried in grease.
Accused of thoughtless actions, with out regard for those involved.
the accused is now found guilty and all has been resolved.
There was no investigation or consideration of intents.
One fails to see the honor and is compelled to feel contempt.
the accused will not go quitely, for he feels he did no wrong.
It was a simple misunderstanding and the place he stands is strong.
He seeks no bloody actions, such as chopping of the head. 
He too claims his honor and will defend it till he's dead.
Take a drink of water, you've been to long out in the sun.
you're intentions are quite obvious, not all of us are dumb.
This is offered in simplicity, so one might understand.
The tack you take here in this country, is not that of a man.
He knows not of you nor you know not of He.
If you wish to impress a woman. there's other ways you see.


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Sybaritic

Socializing, all day, until the cockcrow appears
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, with his peers
Brilliant suits, perfect look, for the lovely dears
A busy body…......here and there, lots of cheers
Rich in emotion, poor in action, everyone hears
Interesting life….....champagne, wine and beers
Tick tock tick tock, says the clock, lo......., it gears
It’s first to arrive, late to leave, some disappears
Chitchat….chitchat….the hosts, almost, in tears


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beloved

you bring me to my knees
you make me feel so pleased
you brought me down from my high
your the one that makes me feel good inside

you r my beloved
and noone else should care
you said that u loved it
but i know to beware

beloved (beloved)
beloved (beloved)

you seem to have me in your grip

beloved (beloved)
beloved (beloved)

and now i really dont trip
you aree the love~ I~~ admit...


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Steel

Steel that fills the skies,
Steel that supplants the mighty ocean
Steel casted hearts of bravery...
These are our guardians,
Our navy, which sets a new standard,
Our Air-Forces,
That can cover the skies
of any spot on earth...
Our men, stout of heart,
Gun at the ready....
Their buddies reason enough...
To face any odds, to take
any risk...to face any death...
So their buddies survive...
This is a small sampling of the Steel
of America...
We take our time...
We try so hard...
Not to hurt innocents...
Some take this for weakness...
But that is their's...
This country is ringed by steel,
It exports its steel bite
Whereever, and whenever,
It should choose...
Think carefully,
Save a foolish,
Hasty act....
Should show you,
And those you love,
The valley of death
Is where you have wandered.






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The Lady of Debauchery


In my passion I wallow, happily. And, I wanted 
much to live in a city, not of Gomorrah and Sodom, 
with her, but she took me off, to her world--- 
of confusion, deceit and debauched lifestyle; here, I 
can not see myself. There is neither a stream, 
nor a river, where I can till a word or two.  It would 
be very nice, if I just let her go away, without me.

In my passion I wallow, happily. I live a quiet life,
no glamour thou, counting syllable---of love, wisdom 
and hatred, yet, it was the best thing that ever 
happened to me, for I own this place, no one can force 
nor command me, what I have to do. Most of all, my voices 
are mine, everybody hears them, except for her---the lady 
of debauchery, the exquisite perfume, of my passion!



Details | I do not know? | |

Average Joe

Laughter within me-
Approach me with sexual attraction from the outer realm.
Promises of the moon & the stars!
Than only a night, 
What's afterward?
Next morning slip out the backdoor & alone again.
Lonesome before I meant you,
Lonely after you are gone.
So what's my point?
I'll pass up your offer.
Least I know where I stand on earth, 
Never changing solitude.
Yes!
Wondering question from my heart's lips-
One lifetime waltz in beauty of faithfulness,
"Can you deliver that?"
Me funny?
No.
Heart I have and I am not fearful to use.
"Men do not give such blaspheming answers?"
I just did,
Because I am not your average Joe!


Details | I do not know? | |

If it were so?

This country we all call home, 

where many have laid down their lives in the 

name of freedom and justice for all...

Where Pilgrims did land on Plymouth 

Rock and declared this land America!. 

A place where it was written by the Forefathers that every man is 

created equal in the eyes of God. 

Where justice is declared to be blind to the law... 

Where everyone can have a piece of the American dream

and a plot of land to plant his seeds...

Where everyone is entitled to 

vote on Election Day... If this country be so great? 

Then why does my color keep my children out 

of the same schools as yours?  My child dream no dreams of

ever sitting in the White House one day? They only dream of avoiding 

the jails or the jobs that don’t pay!

Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 

Copyright ©1997 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 


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Untitled #78 / "I love you, Jessica!"

“I love you, Jessica!”
How dare he say that? What
does he know of love for this angelic devil?
What whirlwind passions has he tasted of late? Oh!
How he kindles the raging fires within me!
“Love” “hate” “soul” “heart”
are these mere words to him?


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Who is Educated?

What can I cook extra, if I have nothing?
You know, your son was sick and I off,
I spent the last six months on medicine,
He is still suffering but I can’t afford.

You know my colleague called my office,
And have a birthday party and dance, 
They celebrated very expensive and I,
Also thought to call them for a little party.

May I ask you something, what is that?
You work hard and I also a factory worker,
I and you never smoke or drink,
But he earns alone and has all luxuries.

Yes, I know, I can’t mix poison,
Honesty is a best policy, you and I,
Has a good sleep and we are thankful,
Who cares for all and I afraid to speak lie.

I know, I can’t involve in bribery scandals
He believes in recommendations, but
I always prefer merit and quality,
He has a car, big building and bank balance.

I know, I can’t afford holiday every year,
Corruption and mischievousness can’t charge me,
He can send his children in top schools,
But remember we need to train our children honest.

A person if thinks it is best way of achievements,
Then what is difference between crime and justice?
If  a person thinks he can earn peace to seed crime,
I am sure he can’t sleep without pills or drink.

Do you want to earn without efforts is that good?
Look at your neighbours; they eat before to sleep,
When they get up in the morning, they have to eat,
If they sleep hungry what is benefit of our storage?

Nobody can live in peace if tension is so high,
Nobody can achieve lot if innocent has a cry,
Who can build a civil nation if system is corrupted?
If one is cruel and one is innocent who is educated?

Why a person seeds drug as a person produces arms,
He sells drug and he sells weapons what is difference?
Why is a person so helpless, what is a command?
Is a man learning a lesson, honesty is a best policy?





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The Descriptions

You always think,
I am a child,
I need more training,
To sell your product,
To understand,
The nature of your product,
But 
When you put an idea,
In my human computer,
And tried to search,
The matching of your qualities,
You were surprised,
To read my abilities,
The descriptions of my nature.
The efficiency of living,
And opened various different files,
To alter barriers,
To add new accelerations,
You were compelled to say,
I am an able man,
I am no longer a child.


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My first Love

Years ago,
When first time,
You were smiled at me.
I were smiled also and heard,
You has asked to your nephew, ‘
Who is your neighour?
Your point was very clear,
That was my time.
I never forget,
Those moments,
That I spent in your waiting.
I always realised you,
When I embraced to my wife,
I ever think,
You were my first love. 


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Our love

Our love is kept in secrecy
We play it like a game
With innocence and decency
I feel no guilt or shame.

Compassion and tranquility
My heart was but a ghost
For with all due sincerity
I love this girl the most

To be loved in return for once
My heart is honor-bound
To share these merry happy months
With the most wonderful girl around

Everytime I close my eyes
I see her smiling face
Never will I tell her lies
She is my saving grace


Details | Couplet | |

Veils of Illusion

Truth is blinded by veils,
the world is governed by males

The blacks are packed big jails,
my brothers living in cells

I feel I'm living in Hell,
cause there's no freedom or bail

The only way to have peace,
is through God's love or deceased

It makes you hate to be poor,
cause all the wealthy ignore

The veil has blinded their eyes,
to all the hurting outside

But I will fight for the peace,
that God created for man 

Until my soul is released,
and body turns into sand.


Details | Senryu | |

the Oscar


the Oscar goes wild
as the famed red carpet rolls,
M. Scorsese wins


Details | Free verse | |

secrets

im looking in your eyes and you've got a secret to tell
its not that your shy your just not ready to share it
I can understand that
it drives you crazy the way you look into my eyes and my secrets well kept
I may one day be willing to exchange them but right now we can just leave them 
where they at
now your conversation really doesn't intrigue me but it moves me enough to 
respond
your choice of topic humors me so I see no harm in keeping it going
now don't stop your mature foolishness in the defense of me mistaking it as 
ignorance
I like it that you were blessed with the ability to make me smile
and I like it that you feed my conceit
giving me thoughts of your music being my laughter
you know what else is funny
my secret is that I like you
and all alone I knew your secret was that you liked me to


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Living Excising

Her behaviour was exceptionable but exceptional.
She has enormity of inflammable but flammable,
Her feasibility generalize that women is most credible,
Naturally internment, ingenious but usually seasonable.
Prevaricate, masterful and triumphal but confessional,
Intensive to locate liability to decimate flout,
Careable, loveable, a family addicted always in doubt,
Import surcharge, impediment, tortuous, indulgent decisional.

Children and woman why conflicts conscience consignment,
What is consensus, consecutive censure considering?
Conservatism is consequential continuous consistent,
Living is execute and executive, exempt revising.
Nature, God or sophistication who is defendant?
Hell or heaven, what is important living excising?



Details | I do not know? | |

I Knew A Woman

She moves in circles and those circles move
Roethke, such a rake
To make lofty such tales of bed(lam) and sin
And cheek(y) to cheek sang the
Greeks
But then there is beauty in the sway and curve of
Woman
Woman who woos and sighs and breathes in the shallow 
Wanton way of a born again porn star, twinkle, twinkle little
Star
And still you wonder where you are
You are what you eat
You are at Burger King
But then you are an International (Porn) Super
Star (you to the power of twenty-four)
And still you wonder where you are
You are on the dirty-eight
You are on the corner of Van Ness and Eddy
You are a 
Star
I wish I may I wish I might
Know why ice cream is better than conversation
Why being bored means you are
Boring
Boring
Boring me to death 
Here in Dante’s Inferno, except it is cold
Here in Purgatory, except I am still
Sin
Roethke, such a rake
To make lofty such tales of bed(lam) and 
Sin
And cheek(y) to cheek sang the
Greeks
But then there is beauty in the sway and curve of
Woman
She moved in circles and those circles moved



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My Poetry

without you, my poetry is
dead, leaving a crack of sadness;

and for this I just may stop,
‘cos the spirits are untreatable;

i hurt my mind…
and shattered my sanity;

better if we have not met, you thought;
i agreed, for you delved too much at the vanity;

and thru the pieces that I may have 
or, may have not given;

and thru the songs that I may have 
or, may have not written;

and I think, maybe I should reconsider 
picking-up the thread of my life, for good grace is 

my heart lasting desire; to start again 
as if it were sunrise, perhaps, I find 

a sweet butterfly, however this may seem 
hope is keeping me alive; unto you
 
eternal peace and joy, I wish
even thru my deepest sorrow.  



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Doesn't Matter

What do you think?
I also have desires,
Doesn’t matter, I am poor,
You are rich.

What do you think?
I amn’t alive for needs,
Doesn’t matter, I can’t afford,
Or you can afford them.

What do you think?
Growth is only your destination,
Doesn’t matter, you can easy maintain,
And it is hard for me.

What do you think?
Respect and honour is only your wealth,
Doesn’t matter, you can easy claim,
And it is hard for me.

What do you think?
Thought comes only in your mind,
It is a matter, you can’t befool me,
Contribution is also my aim.


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Why is Hate?

If do you hate me?
The cause of my colour,
You need to define it,
What is a best colour?
And why?

If do you hate me?
The cause of my religion,
You need to define it,
What is a best religion?
And why?

If do you hate me?
The cause of my language,
You need to define it,
What is a best language?
And why?

If do you hate me?
The cause of my poverty,
You need to define it,
Why am I poor?
And who is responsible for it?

If do you hate me?
The cause of my skills,
You need to define it,
What is your disability?
Why can you not learn?

If do you hate me?
The cause of my nationality,
You need to define it,
Why do you prefer your nationality?
How can I improve my backwardness?

If do you hate me?
The cause of my Birth,
You need to define it?
What caste and race is best?
And why?

Let’s cooperate to learn,
How can we become a human?
Animals, birds, flowers and human,
That is a bunch of nature,
Nature provides a life to live.


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My Last Poem

To write no more, shall be hard to do.
to push never again my crocked pen
across the page which once was new
now so stained from pain within.

No more I write to an ascending voice
to hear their laughter from the back.
Knowing full well this be my choice
to write no more for skill I lack.

There shall be no loss to none but me
to find my thoughts uncarpeted then
to let my poets heart blow free
my scatter verse unto the wind.

I write no more I've had enough
to feel their sneer at my printed word
their descending mock for that I love
I drop bitter tears upon my verse.

From my heart so torn and I forlorn
so this shall stand as my final poem. 


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Words Glitterati

One rhyme at a time,
One love to linger on;

A little piece of you
And me, the glitterati

Of sonnets, and 
Of free verse;

We let ourselves to flow,
Sometimes, we overflow;

Coating in the passion
To shed out the emotions;

Poetry brings us together,
Re-unites us, when we fall;

You are my poetry
And I’m your rhyme;

You are my free verse
And I am your sonnet;

For words are out there,
Sweet as we whisper.




Details | I do not know? | |

Conformity

teacher Teacher
Wouldjoo Step Aside with me please
I wanna talk toThee
Mon'an Walk with me
I amda Militant militant Malcolm X has never seen-never-seen--neverseen--
(Why wouldjoo Conform-?)
Les' Embark upon a Journey;
Ofda Communistic bind
Ofda sarcastic Columblind'
'caus i havda Key-
i Havda Key-
I Havda Key!--
To every youngminded Socrates of our generation!
An' this'is the source a my Frustration--
(Why wouldjoo conform-?
Why wouldjoo conform-?
Why in the Wourld would you Conform---
If you can't even talk to me?


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I'll Do Tonight

I’ll write tonight;
Yes, I might write to night.
Subjects, matters, situations: who cares,
I’ll write, maybe, to fight the tears,
To fight the fears, I’ll write, for our foreign affairs.
I’ll write, in spite, of my insomniac tears,
To bite the ears like Tyson on Holyfield’s;
To incite the fire – within – light up the Darkness.
God gave us the vision to – light up the Darkness.
Thus, I’ll write tonight, to night, for might to fight, bite, incite, and – 
Light up the Darkness.


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HOW TO CHANGE SOMEONE'S LIFE

Nobody should take pride
in what they have gained and achieved;
or what they have accumulated over time,
if that individual is not able and willing
to share the secret of success,
and learn how to change someone's life
whose heart lacks
passion and endurance...  

In peregrination, you learned
to be a better bearer
confronting uneasy choices...
changing bad habits to beatitudes
and giving up some pleasures;
some days your burden
was much too heavy
to feel any blissful joy...
In  undoubted ways, you raised
from the ground up
and be triumphant,
and dared how to change
someone's life in a matter of minutes;
there's no recognition or
vivid rememberance
whenever a person doesn't care! 
 

It's hard-hearted to have gained knowlege,
and not have shared  your courage and fortitude;
some lost soul may need your advice:
how to turn around and find helpfulness,
and forgetting those ways of nefariousness...
it's the nearest ascape from lies!

Compassion implies a giver...
how to change someone's life;
a fighter who's embattled with self-anger,
embittered...ready to abandon hope
without giving a definite form
to a future menancily unkind!


Details | I do not know? | |

A Generation

A generation thats been inspired
Has left a lot to be desired
With sex and drugs on rampage wild
What have we taught to our child
What we thought was better for sure 
Has left our children unclean not pure
And we dont understand why
Why is skin all we see when we turn on the TV
And why is our happiness measured
By wealth by fame by all thats treasured 
Here on earth
Liberate us oh we cried now to us a dream has died
With our perception of what we were
Now in the minds our children stir
And wrestle with overwhelming thought
Of not questioning what is taught to them
Where does Christ fit in this equation
All we wanted was a sensation
So threw we Christ in the garbage can
Stood on our own denied his plan
Building houses in the sand
Trying hard to make our stand
We left a generation jaded why are you mad
Its what we created we did this to our foundation 
And subjected a generation to the need for self gratification
And we dont understand why why have our lusts 
Become more important than trust
And why by worldly things seduced
Leaving us only more confused
What ever happened to respect
And pain and anguish not to subject
Me Me Me is all I hear can you incline yourself
To a higher ear and listen
Listen to them cry out loud
Were a generation thats been bound
By your fleeting emotional ideals
Did you ever think of how wed feel
Trying to live in this mess you made for us
I see it all around me now 
The outcome of these ideals how we made a big mistake
So what can be the solution onward with the evolution
Of our minds what will we find
What will become of this nation
When the youth of this jaded generation
Grow up  why have we slid away
From morals we held from yesterday
When families had more to do 
Then running by or passing though
Can we ever reclaim the time
So far away from the mind 
And turn back our eyes on Christ Jesus
Im crying out for a world thats broken
Who profess love but by the same token
Blasphemy you and who you are
Their minds are there but hearts are far away
They do not understand
Why you came here as a man
And instead of acquiring knowledge theyre tiring
They do not persevere because they do not revere
Your name and who you are
Because they are far away
Jesus help us here I pray
To look back to our yesterday
And realize while we were professing
To be wise we became fools in disguise
Will we Lord make the choice to listen
To your still small voice and save this jaded generation


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Erased

From the face of this earth
people think i've died
but i've actually been replaced
by this face
that looks so familiar to most
but to others a ghost
has come into existence
and this instant
is changing
rearranging life as it should be be
with for you and love for me
no war for you, no war for you
peace with us
I love is worth more than anything
to my love, love you did bring
everything about you makes me smile
your walk
your talk 
your courtesy
The fact that you would go a mile just so you can
see me smile....
The way you hold me
kiss me 
please me
its our destiny to connect
the dots and
cross the word
puzzle and finally
see where we stand in this game
called life
but I feel i've been 
erased
from the face of this earth
no one knows just who I am
or how I feel
being a shadow to the unreal
but no worries,
I am replaced.


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Easy to Say

Sometimes it is hard to say and hard to decide.
When a person believes in him and had his pride.

Sometimes is easy to say and easy to decide,
When he cooperates and proves a greatness of mind.

Everyone is sensible and polite; they all have a mind,
Few of them know that how to use it for a heart kind.

Everyone has personnel beliefs and respect,
They develop honour and regard as they act.

What is yours and what is mine, we have a fight?
How can we remove crime with an educational light?

You are working to satiate yourself as I also work,
Your eating is as my appetite behaves as a shark.

What is best and what is bad, we fail to decide?
You are better and I am also, it is our pride.


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Modern Generation

We run a commission based agency,
We shall train you professionalism,
What is your choice, what do you want to be?
Whatever you shall earn we charge percentage.
After training job will be guaranteed.

He was unemployed and seeking a job,
He went to the counter and stop there, 
A young lady asked, what is your query? 
I want to be a professional robber,
What is your commission rate?

She called next and asked to a young lad,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional killer,
If court sentenced me,
How do you charge your rate?

She called next and asked to a young lady,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional prostitute,
Do you find the customer for me or I shall do?
What is your percentage and how do you charge?

She called next and again asked to a young lad,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional drug dealer,
Do you supply me or I shall find out myself?
How do you help me to handle the market?

She called next and again asked to a young lad,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional rape master,
How do you handle the situation?
What is your policy for me and the victimised?

She called them inside and ordered, lock them up, 
Today’s generation is seeking free access,
Money is only their easy target, 
Eat, drink and sleep is their only choice,
There is no better place than a prison.

We need to justify, what do they want?
What is wrong in their attitude?
Why are they so frustrated?
What is wrong in the present system?
Why do they hate to share, is someone hear them?



Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled # 7

Infected my tissues, 
your lust shown 
as scars on my appendages, 
Wounds heal overtime, 
overcast 
my desire with this sedative, 
So dream of that angel, 
crimson wings, 
Halos broken from the arrogance, 
My intentions were pure, 
not to harm, 
But destruction is my therapist.. 


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For My Bind

Don’t write so lengthy,
A person can’t understand,
Don’t write so hard,
A person needs a dictionary,
Please write so simple,
A person shall read it to think,
A person shall read it to smile.

Don’t feel shame on my advice,
Please write if you want to read my heart,
Please write if you like to praise me,
Please write if you want to co-operate me,
Please write, if you want to share my pain,
Please write if you want to keep me happy,
Don’t write if you feel I shall be annoyed.

I like to read to strengthen my mind,
I like to read to go forward not behind,
I like to read to learn a different kind,
I like to read to work hard for honest find,
I like to read to choose someone for my bind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Man's Woman

Properties of character, like blood in her veins, makes emotion 
and heartbeat so deeply the same. Carnally lucid, shes habit to 
all. Mischievously genital, coyly, influential. Shes primarily  
desire, persuasions in conceal, and romantic avocation, provokes
to reveal. Enticement like intimacy, compassionately gripped. In
seduction shes a weapon, and entertainingly equipped. She is our
aphrodisiac, and keeps our species living. Her bodies character
perpetuates life, and her greatest attribute, is giving.


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On her First day

Don’t disturb me,
Just leave my job on the table,
When it will be ready,
I come to show you a proof.

When proof will be finalised,
Job will be ready for delivery,
If you will come to disturb me,
And after your blame will be there.

I am not a good worker.
Before I shall prove my efficiency,
I need your co-operation,
If I need something, I shall ask you.

On her first day she fixed a massage,
Before to start her job, she checked post,
She saw a cartoon of her manager,
When she looked around, a girl waved fingers.

What is this? She jumped over the chair,
Just secret information for security,
Please bother for next time, 
I think so I also have an active mind.

On her half day she received a notice from office,
Manager called her and asked,  
I have little chat after your finishing time,
She was quiet and came back to the chair. 

May come in Sir, Granted he smiled,
And asked for a cup of tea or coffee,
No thanks, actually I called you, 
Don’t mind, only to ask for overtime.

I am sorry, when I need overtime,
I shall let you know, she asked for go,
But manager moving the papers,
Down and up and looking her face.

I mean perhaps you didn’t understand,
That’s right sir, I think I have no mind,
I also was thinking, I shall trained you,
She has sexually harassed and gets injured.

Police was involved in a disputed matter,
He was arrested and company sacked him,
Next morning she received a message,
You are witch, she read it and smiled.


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The Empty Space

Everybody has seen it,
In the empty space,
Where the colour had appeared,
And it was known as a rainbow.

Very often after the rain, 
When droplets were quiet,
The winds were enjoying a calm,
The Sun once again warms the land.