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Details | Verse | |

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



Details | Free verse | |

Oneness

Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.

There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.

Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically 
It wasn't here or there and it was.

With no distinction, 
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.

It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.

In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.

The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."

Differences exist for differences, 
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.

DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.  
www.gandhiking.ning.com


Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | Free verse | |

Soul Stones

We swallow boulders:
(lead words, molasses covered prejudice, glass shards of promises long broken)

Mouths open wide and heads tipped back
like Hawaiian fire eaters.

Chipped teeth are bits of porcelain history,
sliding down our throats in rivers of neglect
and acid.

The stones settle,

BOOM...

      BOOM...

            BOOM...

Our stomachs are filled up, anvil weight
'till we can hardly sit, hardly stand, or walk.

We drag our feet in pain, as the quiet indicator that
we've had rocks for breakfast,
lunch, dinner,  for years,
in the hopes that someone will recognize
the broken concrete footprints behind us
and touch us gently on the forearm:

"Honey, are you alright?"

(and isn't it the first sweet trickle of kind words that crumble
the already cracking facade?)

There's no stopping the torrent then,
tsunami tears and a heaving, convulsing
to the point of cathartic vomit-

boulders of every shape and size
tumbling out of our mouths and filling the room;
broken teeth and granite eyes 
until we no longer see the floor, the walls...

And then serenity.

The hand has moved to the shoulder,
forming a universal hug.

"I'm here now... and you're ok."

We stand up, together, and leave that room,
a soundless void of yesterday,
to absorb the impermeability of stones,
carrying our gait buoyant, without gravity.

No weight at all now, and barely a second glance,

but to turn out the light - and lock the door behind us...




Details | Free verse | |

Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?


Details | Rhyme | |

Kunzite

It is 2012 within the season of autumn in that year.
Humankind knows not whether to be sad or cheer.
A new sphere arrived; they call it planet kunzite.
In an orbit opposite of earth, aligned perfectly right.
Was it our doom, or salvation we awaited a sign.
Upon the next moon, our answer came so divine.
Planet kunzite was to be our new home to live.
To go in peace and harmony with only love to give,
No more wars or anger for any human to spread,
In the stars surrounding, words are there to be read.
Kunzite a jewel for everyone, especially new born,
So upon each morning a new greeting shall adorn.


Details | Rhyme | |

----OCCUPY: The Soup -------


Infuriated by greed
so we Occupy city streets
tired of being lied to 
divided by tyranny 
of the Elites
sickened by offshore banks 
ran by gangs 
known as the Fed
while political infidelity 
shakes the White House bed

What happened to the basic foundations 
for which this nation was built?
maybe the people’s aggravations 
will identify our leaders’ guilt

No justice lies within this 
“heads they win; tails we lose”
so now we take a stand 
against their scam
because we’re through with the abuse


Details | Rhyme | |

WOMEN OF EXTINCTION

We were more popular
When you felt lazy,
More important when
We cooked you potatoes and gravy...

To please our boys and men
We would go to any length,
Even begged for mercy
Were pillars of strength...

We are the glue to glass houses
Being abused by the hour by the day,
Even ignored or unheard of by many
But we will continue to love come what may...

Negatively spoken of around the world
And frequently pacified by our nation,
But the torch GOD placed in our hearts
Is not a symbol of accusation more of edification...

Tear us down kick us to the ground
But we will always strive for equality,
We are free women accepting nothing less
Our guardian angels fill us with spirituality...

We are women born to cease dissention
We are women not women of extinction


Details | Free verse | |

Insight out

Inner sanctuary
envision harmony and mental clarity
focus on a journey of possibility
Meditate on transformation and 
awareness of inner state
peace and healing

Constructive thought
instruct your mind
to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice
Where you can’t see the wood for the trees 
under your nose is the path of freedom 
wholeness

Put aside perceived struggles
revitalize, relax, respond
to body, mind, heart and spirit
Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal
bring about personal healing and
conscious awakening

Stillness of mind – concentration
Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal
beyond all negativity 
away from all interuption
To allow time for self communication and
expression of inner self

Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch
Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy
ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and 
sights of nature or universe
realisation comes in various form and shape 
causing us to feel life in fullest expression

Connecting – whispers of wind 
radiating everpresent warmth of sun
a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos
rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards
connecting right back into where we are at right now 
unmoved unchanged and as we were

Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or 
be judged 
let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility
intelligence of knowing others
wisdom of knowing self
strength in mastering others
power to master oneself

Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – 
whatever – doesn’t matter how you refer to it on personal level 
energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace 
centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – 
to have enough is a richness in itself
accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself


Details | Quatrain | |

POISON'S ANTIDOTE

Hatred is a smoldering fire
That burns beyond control.
An insidious, lethal poison
That will slowly kill the soul.

Forgiveness is the antidote 
For hatred's deadly sting.
It's a bitter pill to swallow,
But a precious, healing thing.

Hatred's part of Satan's plan,
Designed to bring us misery.
Forgiveness is a gift from God,
Sent to cleanse and set us free.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.



Details | Verse | |

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 | Rhyme | |

THE HIDDEN GOODNESS OF KIND SOULS

I didn't want anyone
to have a sad Christmas,
so I roamed Manhattan's star-decorated streets,
where many a homeless weeps...
where was I to find that someone,
if not in that corner where a barrel fire was?


By God's grace, I found that unhappy person in ragged clothes
to give my four presents to,
ending the drama of his woe
by bringing coat, shoes, gloves and a long scarf
to erase the misery of a beggar whose cold night was rough;
he widely smiled when I leaned forward and offered him my gifts!


Bewildered folks wearing the latest fashion attire, did not have
the decency of stooping down and give him a single quarter,
and doing so they killed the Christmas' spirit entirely...
a generous spirit well-known in this city;  yes, my anger
could have made me lash out at them with indignation,
but realizing how greedy people can be withholding love:
I gasped in relief to discover a creche of our Savior so cheery 
along the festive Fifth Avenue to get rid of my frustration!


What I found there was a Heaven-inspired sight
of gleaming angel's hovering the stable announcing Christ's glorious birth... 
while beneath bang-pipers and trumpets players, glowing with mirth, 
accompanied the youngest choir singing, "Holy Night."
Perhaps venturing out in the cold of the wealthiest city,
gave me the opportunity to realize the hidden goodness of kind souls
that give away their humble presents in various forms,
not expecting anything in return...but rejoice in the delightful sound of harmony.


Details | Rhyme | |

RACIAL DIVIDED

I'll say a few words none to be kind.
America is still color blind.
You could be yellow, red, white, 
brown, or black.
Hate towards any of these colors is 
racism and that’s a proven fact. 
Racism comes in many different 
shapes and forms.
I have had my fair share since I’ve 
been born.
God blessed us by putting us here, 
giving us all different shades of 
color.
We’re not meant to have the same 
color skin, but we all can respect one 
another.
They judge you by where you come 
from and the color of your skin; 
for much equality and respect seems 
impossible to win. 
Because of race why do innocent 
people die?
My spirit and soul begins to cry.
As I advocate the human rights for 
all man.
Our nation looks so liberal and 
claims there is equality for all 
humans.
We need to join together as one,
Until our earths work is done.
People are just human beings 
regardless of their ethnic pride.
So people should try to constantly 
look spiritually inside.

Let us all hope that the dark clouds 
of racial prejudice will soon pass 
away, and that in some not too 
distant tomorrow the radiant stars of 
love and brotherhood will shine over 
our great nation with all their 
scintillating beauty. Martin Luther 
King Jr.


Details | Free verse | |

"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 


Details | I do not know? | |

Faith In The Grace Dot Com

Say what you want to say,
Just don't tell me how to pray,
Some things are just too precious,
Such as how my faith and grace is,

Do unto me as I do unto you,
Let me find my own path which is true,
When I'm ready to meet the call,
I'll be sure to include you all,

I understand that we may not agree,
But prayers to God should always be free,
And may you find what gives you peace,
Gives you joy and meets your needs,

As a neighbor I'll give you a hand,
Share my beliefs and all that I can,
But for more about my beliefs in God,
Please visit me at faith in the grace dot com


Details | Rhyme | |

A Superior Being

A Superior Being 

Mankind, the superior being roaming the earth, 
for he alone is capable of intellectual thought, 
it is instill in his or her essence from birth, 
for it is but what each one of us are taught. 

If only the reality of substance could be told, 
discerning our crude aggressive way, 
powering and enabling us to be so bold, 
while instilling us conquerors by light of day. 

If you upset or confuse us then you will die, 
for we kill out of bewilderment and greed, 
never understanding or even asking why, 
incapable of grasping the depth of our deeds. 

Subspecies live in harmony and peace, 
surviving in an orderly fashion beyond belief, 
the insects and animals kingdom could teach, 
our anguish and suffering could find relief. 

Superior does not mean intellectually bright, 
defined as controlling and dominance, 
we repeat our mistakes not seeing the light, 
sacrificing all in the name of prominence. 

Samuel E. Stone 

Copyright ©2008 Samuel E. Stone 


Details | Epic | |

All we need a pot in one piece

All we need a leader 
Guide us become one of us
Make us sincere against any killing
Protects our family to live our destiny
All we need a world leader one of us making in one piece

Making it boiling it
 Be part of it
 In taming is music to our ears
 Every morning sliding our badges
 Making our leaving gone in sinful slips

 Only hope rests pray our best
 Every morning sinking reality 
 Surge become more innovative
 Making us in a pot all sincere 

 All we need a commitment in changing rules
 Where money plays reigns in market
 To adapt them after turns our sake
 It may be time to think learn to leave as one piece


Details | Couplet | |

When the air becomes visible - rainbows

The sky on days become too full
And gravity will start to pull
And capture every bubble frame
While popping corks off rich champagne
The trees will fool and start to dance
And still the time on every branch
With baron shrine and fruits to bare
The wind that strokes and blows through hair 
On top-down journeys come to pause
And settle howls with loud applause
Before acceding way too fast
They leave a trail that sprouts from past
Of flitter flatters in delight
And pitter patters out of sight
Extending dreams as arms beseech
To touch the always out of reach
Parting ways, they kiss goodnight
Before the lips close way too tight
The watermarks miraged for miles
With poppy sighs and angel smiles
A substance of the rarest rare
The healing voice of hearts that care
The silver clouds left in its wake
Remain untouched for heaven’s sake
It can’t be met from anywhere
But viewed to share the secret stare
and ponder why it’s so reborn
Transparent in its naked form  
It paints the sky with gold perhaps
For all to drink from natures tap
The air contains the future’s plot
Seen at times, at others not 
It’s written in the stars you see
Eclipsed by mind and soul-ar key
Failure amidst surrounds of air
That doesn’t mean love isn’t there


Details | Free verse | |

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
 


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Boot-Legged Mama '

Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey
She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey
First Love… Real Love  -  Forever True
Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You…

Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder
And Said, “I’ll Tell You Somethin’, Now You’re Older
It’s got to do with Your Mother’s Fame
And Why I gave Her, The Nickname…

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama
Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store
… Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party…
Pa… Was there, ‘cause of a Taste for Bacardi
He took One Look and Knew He Couldn’t Waste Her
Pa… Gave-up ‘Drank’… Just so He Could Chase her !

Dad, Said, ‘He’d Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma
Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff’ Nuff’ to Down-Drama
Pa Claims, Mama’s Labeled by the F.D.A.
And Listed on Her Driver’s License is,  A.K.A.  …

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
 Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna’
Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine
… Married at Midnight – ‘cross The County-Line

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Alcohol’s in Trauma;  and Prohibition Told Her:
"Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !"
Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste
180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case !

Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room
Pa, Teased and Said, “Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed !
Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress…
    (and good advice)… “Go Git’ My Elliot Ness…

               … and be a Boot-Legged Mama!

( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl ….
          Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol !
         Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ...
                  Boot-Legged Mama ….

Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed
Somethin' :)  to Read tonight, before kicking up your
heels...  Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son)

MoonBee 

 (Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments
Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)


Details | Ballad | |

In My Dreams

I was telling a friend the world will someday be a better place
He said, "You're out of your mind. Get out of my face.
The rich man sings while the poor man screams.
A better place? Maybe, in your dreams.
I said, "You're right. Maybe in my dreams.
Because in my dreams, I see it changing
I see the world rearranging
In my dreams we will hate no more
In my dreams there will be no war
In my dreams there is a world of love
With blessings showered from heaven above.
There are lakes and rivers and clear mountain streams
I can see it all in my dreams.
The bitterness you feel will all be gone
There will be a brotherhood to carry on
There will be charity and faith and hope
And a caring heart to help us cope.
There will be an end to human fears
We will no longer see a mother's tears
We will stand proud, we will stand tall
In my dreams I can see it all.
In my dreams we will know our worth
In my dreams there will be peace on earth
So, in a way, you're right it seems
I can see it happening in my dreams."


Details | Free verse | |

Stoned

Just a sniff or a whiff 
soothes the soul,
a kiss of the syringe
fills with peace and joy
so great alas! Temporary.

Oh! what many'd give
to soar on wings eagle's
and to the highest peaks climb
amidst tunes angelic.

But many a soul oft shatter
under its grip inexorable,
bound in chains and iron fetters
to a sniff, whiff and
oh! A kiss of the syringe.

They sit back and fantasize,
but the Peace they seek
is naught but an illusion,
a dream they chase and ne'er get
till they bid the world goodbye!


Details | I do not know? | |

Keep My Faith

Lord, I believe in You and myself,
With You I can do almost anything.
Even if I'm overweight...
I believe You'll keep me alive until the day
You want me back home with you.
I'm sorry for my sins
And all of us are imperfect humans:
Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves,
And everything else you hate.
So please forgive all of us and open the gate
To Your Heavenly Kingdom.
Have Your Son save us all.
Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You
And Your Promise for Eternity,
But Your Son's words reassure me.
I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation,
But remember You'll keep me safe
If I just forever keep my faith.


Details | Ballad | |

OUR MAIN REASON FOR BEING HERE...

When youth sets us beautifully aglow
to soar on the swift wings of a sparrow,
and altough the unknown may frighten us:
we will not stop from living out those dreams,
because we are the constant seekers
bolder than the soldiers of fortune 
willing to stare in the face of events that'll follow, 
be in the incognito and confront fate alone...

Our main reason for being here
is to accomplish unthinkable and amazing things;
to start where the smallest dream begins,
and make it grow by taking the giant steps of an achiever...
We should never fear the challenges that lie ahead, 
but is it worth to step back and not speedly act...
imagining of the wonderful visions 
of the the unseen tomorrow that
rampantly flourish inside our impatient head?

Will we fall from the flaming,crimson sky
and grope our way to a passing cloud above
with the certainty of having found love,
or will we quickly come down to earth and die?
Which one is better:  being a disillusioned dreamer,
who can still dream,or a sullen-looking miser?

Our main reason for being here
is to love with grace and intensity,
and have the willingness to break down
the ugly and horrible barriers of alienation;
and finally let all thoughts flow in without diversity,
to discover who we really are...


Details | Lyric | |

Let's Write A Poem

Here’s my plea: Let’s write a poem for the world to read;
And in it is a message that all can relate or heed;

Encourage others to pick a pen instead of a gun;
With this poem let people be taught to bond 

all spirits, whether in distress or in joy with a smile;
This poem we write be a reminder that life is fragile;

That peace is at hand, only if we want to achieve;
People will learn to greet enemies and they shall be received;

All of us can write, whether you’re white, black, or brown;
Just believe in what you can do; and not to aspire the crown

Of hate, if you dare tomorrow comes without tears,
Nor will there be worries of living in fears;

With this poem, people will burst not
In paroxysm of rage, but, be inspired to share a lot

Such as love, hope, or maybe, just give a friendly kiss;
You know, it’s easy to write a poem, than writing peace.


Details | Free verse | |

Another Side of the Story

     from the depths 
of the ocean
   to the mountains of
the moon
   you can see what
you want to see, learn what you will
   but maybe - just maybe
you'll 
      alight on a 
branch
     join the birds in 
        song
Unreal thought!
Unreality
     has become the 
order of the day
     while senseless legions 
march
      the air is full
of the sounds of gunpowder
As the fire dies
   become what 
you always
          desired to be
         leave the 
battle to others
     eyes peer out 
in the shadows
      hope rises with the wind
let us view peaceful 
    green fields below
fly with those birds
    as down below 
a magical truce is 
reached
       To be enshrined 
      Forever
    in the hearts of men 


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South African Freedom Day

freedom day 
(april the 27th 1994)


far too many brave compatriots died

and

flooding rivers of tears were cried

far too many families ripped apart

with

daggers cutting into their heart

the pain is felt still deep today
on this glorious sun-splashed South African Freedom Day

as we pause and remember those who do not remain with us anymore

as we appreciate the fruits that their sacrifice and struggle bore

far too many to count and to name

but we honour them all while we keep burning that eternal flame

...Oliver Reginald Tambo
...Chris Hani
...Solomon Mahlangu
...Prakash Napier
...Yusuf Akhalwaya
...Matthew Goniwe
...Neil Aggett
,,,Ahmed Timol
...Vuyisile Mini
...Hector Peterson
...Babla Saloojee
...Bram Fischer
...Dulcie September
...Sparrow Mkonto

just a few, but so many still nameless

who were brutally cut down
by a racist system that was merciless, and cruelly shameless

we honour you, today
but we remember you each and every day

when we breathe in the air of the freedom that you craved

as we walk the roads of a wounded but healing country that you saved

from itself, for the hate and racism and hushed prejudice of race and gender and religion and sexual persuasion and caste and creed

that you so valiantly fought against, is still with us, as it on fear and ignorance does feed

the odour of racism and hate
of white and black and jew and muslim and hindu and catholic and yellow and brown

is a living parasite that lives and thrives all across this beautiful world, from cities and villages and hamlets, to the smallest rural town

it may become a mark of shame upon us all 

so we have to, today, struggle against and boldly fight

for the sacrifices of the many can never be cheapened, by the polite dinner-table murmurs of hate, try as hard as they might

for if we as a nation, 
a country 
a world 
a people 

one people

are to truly step out of the lashing cold painful rain

we have to continue your struggle

so that your supreme sacrifices may not have been in vain...

and so we say 

'hamba kahle, comrades'

to you who laid your young lives down and slipped away

so that we who remain may in the sunlight and out of the rain live and breathe and stay

in a country, and in a world
where religion and gender and sexual-persuasion and all colourful hues

may mingle and love and laugh and cry together on the sun-filled avenues

so thank you, comrades, for showing us a better path that we must embark on as we shuffle onwards into a brighter tomorrow

away from the hurt of the past, and away from the tears and away from all the sorrow

for the true freedom that we seek now, is the freedom from our own racism, our own prejudices, our own sexism, our own petty hates and bottled-up anger

for therein, lies the fight ahead

for therein, lies the real and growing danger.
Aluta Continua!
Amandla Ngawethu!

The Struggle Continues...


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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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Thoughts and Dreams

So many dreams, so many thoughts 
Going through my mind
Although it seems, I may have lots
I still need to find

A way to put these dreams,
These thoughts into motion
Because sometimes is seems, 
I just make a commotion

About the good that could be done
About how I should act
About the direction I could run
About how I should react
To each and every one

But what good are my thoughts
What good are my dreams
Unless I find the means
To make them a reality
Unless I find a way
To make them part
Of each and every day

So I won’t just think about
And then right away doubt
The good that could be done
The way I could act
The direction I could run
The way I could react
To each and everyone
The victory that could be won

Instead when I see
The part I could play
I won’t doubt but believe
That there is a way 
To put these dreams
These thoughts, into action
Because now it seems
It might give me satisfaction

To be the person, to be the one, 
Who doesn’t just dream
About the direction he could run
Who doesn’t just think
About the victory. that could be won
But does the things,
 the thoughts and dreams
That have long been, left undone


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Unite Blue

Verse 1

I’ve had this dream now for a while,
But the real world’s where I choose to stay,
The time is now for standing up,
To reach out for that brighter day.

Chorus

Unite to lend a hand to those who are in need,
Unite against them, whose souls are consumed by greed,
Unite and lend a hand, and we can change the world,
We’re the ones we’ve been waiting for.

Verse 2

Walking past two souls holding hands,
I see that it’s true love conquers all,
A dreamland where we all sing and dance,
And hands to catch us should we fall.

(Chorus)

Bridge

United, it’s in our hands,
United, it’s how we stand,
United, across all lands.
Empathy, we understand,
Together, it’s how we stand,
Unite with one voice, One Hand.


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Puzzle Piece

A puzzle piece you are to me 
Like a vine without any leaves. 
Your heart is pure your soul is 
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll 
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes 
it seemed, knowing they said 
no babies for me! Always a 
surprise you seem to be just 
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months 
you walked but not until 4 did 
you first talk! Always a terror 
making a beautiful mess always 
a surprise that has yet to be 
met! The twists and turns I 
know we will see will seem 
somewhat like a roller coaster 
to me! The milestones and 
special gifts you bring will make 
my life seem Like a dream, my 
special boy I have always said 
How special I knew not till 
Aspergers they said! The 
journey will be trying the 
journey will seem long! But 
with our family together we will 
chug along! My special boy I 
love you so and cannot wait to 
see you mature and grow! Now 
we have a goal we have our 
dream you see to make you the 
perfect fitting puzzle piece!! 


Written by: Christina Kirks 
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For 
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr 
Mommy loves you to eternity 
and beyond! Forever and 
always!



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Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




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This Memorial Day We Salute Our Veterans

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe 
Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  
05/21/10


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Not Really

How it must hurt you so on days like this,
  Walking around with a frown clutching your fist.
Hearing the words that are meant to anger you,
   Confused  you cry because there is nothing you can do.
Your mind is playing tricks on you driving you to say,
    I hate you all and the games you play please just go away.
Trusting nobody you are not sure which way you sould go,
    It's not real and  all in your head  is what you do not know.
Waiting to see just what tomorrow will possibly bring,
    All will be perfect and you wont rememver a thing.
Your thoughts they torement you  almost every day,
   Each night asking our Lord why your life is this way.
Feeling so alone thinking there is nobody who cares,
   But actually there is so many but you are not aware .
If only you would hear me so you might begin to see,
   You must believe in yourself if you want to be free.
You must have some faith if you are to understand ,
    What God has in store for you and what he has planned.
All the hurt and anger will soon begin to disappear ,
    You'll stand up tall again facing life with no fear.
Please remember always that you are never alone,
    By listening with your heart your path will be shown.
TAC


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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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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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Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


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Like a thief in the night -Thinking of September 11th

Another morning I got up and my thoughts returned here. Just wanted to put something of
the memory that lingers still today from scenes we saw of September 11th.  Scenes we would
like to but will never and should never forget.  I do not wish to cause further despair to
anyone but if anything bring some hope to those who are suffering safe in the knowledge
that they have the world behind them.  What has happened cannot be undone but with
strength and assistance from those who had the core torn from them as the horrors unfolded
and they watched on in disbelief we can be there for one another.  We can make sure the
memory of this tragic affair lives on, and in doing so help keep our own souls alive and
kicking... in hope all was not in vain, but that we shall learn from it and let the
promise of peace win through.  My heart and thoughts go out to all.
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It doesn't matter today
if we build a building of immense height
like North and South towers of World Trade Centre
even if to use as defence system
just as we would have built a castle on a hill
in times gone by - times have changed
New buildings and memorials will now stand
in recognition of who/what was on said land
Their memories will always continue
as will the vision on t.v. all did view
Where minds stood still in disbelief
while strike after strike we all felt grief
Where tears were shed by billions of eyes
War was declared with no defence in skies

It doesn't matter today
we most probably wouldn't even see
as our enemies approached
Like a thief in the night they came
stealing from us that most precious
those whom we loved or cared about

What matters today
is that for all eternity history has been made
Times we cannot change
Broken genealogical lines gone forever
Marks made on the landscape - irreplaceable
Never can anything stand for what was again
Humanity and psychological effect remains
We may not all have lost those known to us
but we stand together shoulder to shoulder
Encircling those that remain
Knowing each one of us had our soul torn
Our eyes darkened by Hells darkest Angels
When none could believe that before their eyes
Planes came crashing through the skies

Out of ashes a phoenix, a nation arises
and with it the world reawakens
We will not sleep but remember
A tragic time when so high a cost was paid
with unknowing souls now recognised
What right to take such brave innocent lives


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The True Christian's Mission!

In my quest for this mission,
Many days and nights I prayed,
But plagued by selfish visions,
I asked what the Spirit had to say,

The battle engulfed self and spirit,
Screams of desire flooded my mind,
While fierce haunting demons appeared,
My voice of reason was such confined.

Yet the Spirit moves in silence,
And while this Spirit ever grows,
It ever gently reminds us,
By whispering gentle blows,

Thus the tranquil wind,
Burst in upon the storm,
And the quieting din,
Deafened hellish horns,

And in hush's sweet embrace,
The Spirit within me said,
Messages filled with grace,
Of how others must be fed.

Give them glimpses of wonder,
Inspire them with your faith,
Yes, give them much to ponder,
Yet in a much more simple way.

Don't lose them in scripture,
But to the word remain true,
Only teach that which is sure,
And that which you can prove.

There will be those who oppose,
All that I would have you say,
But this is why you were chose,
For this great mission today.

For you have been surely blessed,
With a faith complete and whole,
You've been prepared for this test,
Now go and share what you know.

And keep in mind your quest,
To gather the children who know,
That love's the answer to this test,
Upon which a true Church can grow.

Now I come before you today,
For help in spreading this word,
For its the Church we must save,
To find a path true and sure.

The end times are now upon us,
We need to be better prepared,
With a Church which is more just,
To embrace those lost and scared.

Our Church should always be righteous,
And offer salvation's warm embrace,
It should help the groom to find us,
And with our lamps full we will wait.

But our task reaches further still,
As there is much work to be done,
For we need to ensure God's will,
On earth as it is in heaven!

We'll teach love and forgiveness,
Of both trespasses and debts,
Our mission does not glorify us,
Rather the Lord who gave us this quest.

Once we believe our mission complete,
Humility will show us we have more to do,
And we will always endlessy seek,
That which the Spirit tells us is true.

And above all we will keep in mind,
That it takes a heart wide and great,
Filled with all the love we can find,
To pass through the narrow gate.

So a call to action must be made,
For our great holy quest has begun, 
Visit us whether or not you're saved,
At True Christian Church dot com.


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Daily Life

Living day in
Living day out
Working as hard as I can
To get money to pay the bills
Searching for food for the family
Trying to get through the day
As best as I can

All it matters
Is to get some money
To be able to not to think
How am I supposed to support?
My kids, my husband, and I
It all hits me like rain pounding the roof
Is this how life is supposed to be?

Going down hills
Going up hills
Having great times
And some bad times
You think your life should be easy
It is not supposed to be
Life is difficult for a reason

*MAKE LIFE WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE. LIVE EACH DAY, THE BEST WAY YOU CAN, LIFE GOES ON UNTIL YOUDIE. BE HAPPY BECAUSE YOU CAN DIE ANY MINUTE NOW. SO LIVE IT UP!!!


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Haikus to Iran

In Iran they march
"Where" they ask "is my vote gone?"
Answered by truncheon

God, Allah, they call
In His name, holy, oppress
Gods weakest children

Other news shall show
Western television screens
But we wont forget

Hundreds dead now
We only know one name, one face
A prayer for them say


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The War Confessions

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

And they taught us how to hate
In a hi tech kind of way 
Made us meat puppets 
For the wars they wage

In a playground, running round
In a playground, being clowns
Weren’t we once kids
Just kicking a ball?
Laughing ‘bout everything
Nothing at all

In a playground, ‘neath the sun
In a playground, having fun
Weren’t we once kids
Thought war is a game?
Fall over dead
And jump up again

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?}

Don’t want to lose my legs
In defense of larceny
The banksters stealing billions 
From the national Treasury

Don’t want to take a bullet 
Left coughing up blood
For your right to a lap dance
At some faraway club

Don’t want to suck my meals
Through a thin feeding tube
On behalf of profiteers 
Dealing addicts their crude

Don’t want to wheeze harshly
Hooked to a machine
In the service of ingrates 
And all that’s obscene

Don’t want to suffer flashbacks
Those nightmarish screams
While billionaires lullaby 
To private jet dreams

Nobody’s tool, nobody’s fool.
NO!!!!

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who sang funny songs
No thoughts of torture 
Phosphorous bombs

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who rode on our bikes
Vampires scared us
Not nuclear strikes

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?)

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it ‘s time to stop
This lunatic war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This murderous war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And It’s time to  stop
This sickening war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This bloody awful war

Let’s bring back our playground 
Stop this war
Let’s restore our playground 
Stop this war…

Yes, it’s time 
(yes it’s time)

Time to STOP THIS WAR!






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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.


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The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






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BE COURTESY

Words like the above seem to be fading 
Now days being courteous is outdated
Who would’t like someone who is always quick to say “thank you” or “please”? 
That would give your day peace and be at ease.
Some may say that in this dog-eat-dog world where there is aggression.
No one has time for face to face conversation.
Being courteous will make you a likeable person.
We should be being kind and courteous is a way to make the tough times a little more 
bearable for everyone. 
It’s also the right thing to do.
Plus it is true.
Terrorism have become something we all have to face in one form or the other.
We are really sisters and brothers.
Common courtesy is essential.
It is being polite and in our society is vital.
Rude behavior usually results from selfishness 
Be nice and get blessed.
Expect nothing in return, not even a smile.
Just remember it won’t hurt if you go that extra mile.


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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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THE LAND OF THE FREE

Look around you;
Is what you see is true.
America my home,
It is 310,452,000 so we’re not alone
The land of the free. 
I thank God, for everything you’ve been so good to me. 
No other place in this world but in this land. 
Can you start with an empty hand, 
And from nothing become something.
Live life to the fullest each and every day. 
We use come together and pray.
From the rolling hills, and dirty streets, and windswept plains
I am strong, I am proud, I am weak, I am vain,
For the many who strive to hear the sound of opportunity but cannot.
Let my pen be your voice so that should say a lot
The icons of our fast-food world - French fries, hamburgers and cokes.
This might fill our belly’s but does this give us hope.
In the summer heat there is laughter of children in chlorine-blue city pools.
These same children in our future will be our leaders, so now what will do. 
There is suffering of the lonely, of the hungry, of the dreamless who live without hope.
Just keep having faith and believe than just maybe together as America we can cope.






Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled-Free Thoughts-Rap

Oh well here I go again, 
wishin for a dream that I could be wrapped in, 
entrapped in, 
torn away from addiction, 
destroy the tele… 
vision they strive to force upon you, 
its all false but you know I’m true. 
They will not protect you when you scream your broken cries, 
they are merely evil faces of masked men behind illuminati eyes 
with which they hypnotize, 
brainwash you with their lies. 
I've got those deep thoughts pouring in, 
all the roads I've traveled down
conditions I have traveled in 
here in my pretty town, 
the 910 deserves a crown. 
East Coast I'm representing, 
I promise you I am not venting. 
High on that purple haze, 
And still haven't slept for days, 
excuse these bloodshot eyes
with a krispy kreme glaze, 
some will try to say its just a silly phase...
My mind is so graphic, 
use words like special tactics, 
unmistakable like D'Jango, 
or a peace signs' angle, 
destroy the crave for war and struggle, 
no need to explain all the trouble, 
with places burstin’ into rubble, 
Rebel! Rebel! We’ll show ‘em hell! 
I’ll be fightin’ when I'm dead, 
kick and scream till my blood is shed, 
let authorities know the message will be spread! 
Put on a show with a little bit of passion 
or the bad things will continue to happen.
Get the love through your head, 
all this hatred should be dead, 
what I'm saying must be said, 
before the gauge goes into red. 
With vocabulary this brilliant makes a female more vigilant, 
like brothers boston what I speak 
my words alone will make you weak, make you faint, 
Like blood spilled by hands of a vigilante saint, 
trust me lifes too short,
you dont have the time my young cohort, 
wait until your words make an enemy
cause their threatened by the uncertainty 
that you will make it this far 
make a point unlike this war
next thing you know you see ‘em sweat
words fresh like paint drippin with purpose, 
makin ‘em wet.  
I finger paint a master piece with a just simple rhyme, 
just don't pull your piece on me just let me speak, my mind, 
while I unwind, rewind all this blasphemy, 
continential catastrophe, 
I may have to beg and plead so that my boys can rest in peace 
sorry for the interruption, 
don’t blame me for the corruption, 
for now I'll put my words at ease, 
hope you told someone you loved them today and that it wasn't a white lie, 
just a tease.

04.27.2013


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WE MUST CHANGE

My spirit is kindled with hope and dreams
My ancestors were king and queens
Free from the rules I followed as a child,
When everything was a game and life was so mild
I was raised to be a leader not a thug
People want drugs rather than hugs
It’s sad but when you say black male in next breath you say homicide,
A black president and this country is still of racial divide
So who will be able to transcend the plight
It will always be black and white
Daily I read the bible to clear my mind because I need to be free
So I can see all I can see and just keep being all that I can be
You are living testimony and living proof
There are dreams, there are goals and there's no guarantee
I know that is true 'cause it happened to me.
Lord, What am I to do,
He told me to just keep being you
There will always be unrest and war in our world. 
In this world peace is more precious then diamond and pearls
As the moon brings serenity and mystery
I want to use my pen to make a change on my life’s journey
I have a dream for the future but I fear too much change,
I fear once I move on it won’t be the same
Tomorrow comes, and then again, it goes,
And my ambition to become something more, grows and grows.
Now times have changed and I realize nothing is fair,
And sometimes it seems like nobody even cares.
But trust me Jesus sees all and change will come when he appears!




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I'M TALKING WHO'S LISTENING

From North, South, East, and West
I think all of us are full of stress
All the old values are in demise 
Half truths, no truths, are just lies
Radio and TV tell you half the story 
Newspapers and magazines are more gory
New terror is conflicts that abound
A cry of fear is our new sound
The criminals have endless rights 
While the victim is lost in his own plight 
No pretense 
Now days who uses common sense
There is a lot of unhappiness and a lot of strife 
Just look around how can we improve life?
War after war seems like the inevitable solution to a problem
But peace and love is the only way to solve them
Does anybody care?
Is the answer because we all live in fear.
So what is your answer?
It is eating at our thought and lives like cancer.
The consciousness of humanity must soon grow to incorporate this truth
The world as a whole can finally come to a place of peace and harmony now that is proof.
No one is better or worse; 
History repeats itself, mankind is that our curse?

It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence.  ~Gandhi



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Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


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


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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











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Easter

Earths people, it is time to wake up, the ‘Prince’ is alive! 
Ascension available, access through your heart 
Seek and you shall find! 
Time is short, personally unite, connect as one
Eternity given
Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with ‘our lord Jesus’ and ‘our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit

                     ***Happy Easter Everyone***


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A fresh start a new beginning

 by : Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian)

 
The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way, Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away. But today is another day, New stuff to think, do and say. Today I will brave the world all alone, And enjoy my freedom full blown. I will live life with zest, Try neverto do things second best. I will live to be sensitive, Towards others be more receptive. I will live to be forgiving, Be more tolerant and caring. I will speak to all who walk my path, Make peace with all and unnecessarily not unleash quaint wrath. I will correct all my wrongs, And tell this to all by making them my songs. I will proudly write notes about the new me, And publish and upload them for all to see. I will work to be creative, And learn to open my mind’s eye and not be obstructive. I will always proudly wear my own neoteric attitude, To succeed, master the skill of gratitude. The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way, Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away. And today is the right day, To commence these fresh new things that I write and say
theme: a fresh new start date:9th march 2012,


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.


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Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



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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


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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 | 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


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I'm Learning

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


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Come With Me

You question why I wish to live
In isolation among the wilds,
Forsaking all society gives
And its lure of ventures beguiled?
To answer this I can't decree
In words what lacks simplicity
Instead, why not come with me 
To taste my eccentricities.

Come with me to stand
Atop a snowy mountain's peak
To gaze at miles of virgin land
The beauty of which words can't speak.
Come, let it strip away your cares
And then perchance you just may dare
To feel the peace that's waiting there
Atop that snowy mountain fair.

Come with me and walk
Along a winding river's brink
To listen to the wood thrush talk
Or watch a doe come out to drink.
Come, watch the beaver's clever craft
Then pause to hear what few men have
Come stroll along that peaceful path
To listen to your spirit laugh.

Come with me and run
Through golden fields of flowing grain
Then pausing there to fill your lungs
Take time to smell the windblown plains.
Come, watch the merry butterfly
Float 'cross an amber colored sky
And hear the earth give out her sigh
As now the day says his goodbye.

Come with me and sleep
And lay beneath the star strewn skies
In timbered heights, so dark and deep
To find repose for weary eyes.
Come, think of all you've seen today
Of Mother Nature's grand display
And once we have knelt down to pray
Then let your dreams come out to play.

Then arise with the sun
And return to society
To work until the day is done
On another man's proprieties.
Think then of our day gone past
And of these questions you've asked
You'll know then why I'm an outcast
Who's chosen the more tranquil path.


                         Timothy I. Brumley


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The Poetic Blues

I think I self-sabotage unknowingly 
because of fear
So my message goes unheard because I’m afraid to let the people hear
And end up drowning in the poetic blues
doubting my ability to write about the truth;

I dug deeper and deeper into myself trying to write a poem good enough to be free of judgment
Then I stepped out on faith and suddenly I was triumphant 
and my writing grew 
and I was loving it
I had finally passed the fear of speaking and caring about who the fu*c! was judging it

As I wait to be inspired for the next poem, 
I sit and think alone and drown in my sorrows
Listening to jazz, blues and a.m. radio
trying to find an excuse not to perform at the SLAM 
because again I can’t think of a damn thing to write…..
Drowning in poetic blues
Will this be the one that will be thrown away and never be used 

Or will this be the one that transcends the others  
and finally prove that poetry is blues and blues is poetry and hip hop and jazz and r&b, 
Poetry is music and the words dance around in my soul 
and I am free once they become spoken 
In the meantime the paper is where the words will rest 
until the silence is broken

Drowning in the sea of proper delivery 
My voice, my stance, my intensity
How will others interpret the words that I’ve chosen so diligently?
I wrap my soul around the possibility that none of the words I choose – 
will keep me from becoming deluged and trapped by the poetic blues

Somehow my heart refuses to accept that I don’t deserve to have my words heard 
and it takes over this whole process
No more time for shrinking and feeling less
I was born to  make my words manifest light
I am a gorgeous medium to the truth yeah that's right
I was sent here to give you a piece of good news
Remember that God is with you when you get
The poetic blues


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Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


Details | I do not know? | |

Wisdom Reigns

WISDOM REIGNS If there is righteousness in the heart, there will be beauty in the character. If there is beauty in the character, there will be harmony in the home. If there is harmony in the home, there will be order in the nation. If there is order in the nation, there will be peace in the world. Righteousness in heart, brings peace and joy. Written for and in honor of John Moses contest Sayings of Wisdom 8/4/11 The kingdom of God is, righteousness, peace, and joy in The Holy Ghost. Romans 14:17


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

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


Details | Epic | |

Isigin Dusu-II

Senle ve sensiz bir hic
Yururum yolumda
Korkmadan yasamin
Senle sensiz bir hic

Bir dag yamacinda ucurum hayatim senle sensiz bir hic
Yasam dersem kabulum agit yakilmis sevdamiza
Hikayesi  umit olsa da  acsa  cicek olsa sevda yaylalarda
Senle sensiz bir hic  bilerim  tasinmaz yasanmaz  nefesimiz

Bir cicek sevda yaylada ruzgarla esen
Kosma  olumune  desem  kimse dinlemez  
Ruzgarlar  sallar eser gullu  basma  bedenini 
Saklar saclarini yazmali basortusu dantelli
Akar bir nehir  sevdayla senle ve sensiz hic
Bir  koca cinar  bolunmus toprak yarik yarim
Amansiz nehir  akar  bolunur  delinen kalbim 
Senle ve sensiz bir hic  canim sevdam
Cok  canlar  oldu telef gozyasi oldu tasti  irmak
Cok analar yakti agit  kan kirmizi  irmak

Cok kahpe planlar hoyratca  goz yumanlar
Cok aci  kahkahalar oyunu  sessizce  oynatanlar
Senle ve sensiz alkis tutanlar bir hic  utancim
Gelecegim senle sensiz 
Isigin dusu  umidim cocuklarim


Details | I do not know? | |

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


Details | Free verse | |

SUCH HASTE, SUCH WASTE


Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith


Desires of sodom, you chase
till you wear and rot to waste.
The truths of life you dare not face
you cower behind the shell of race
and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days


Oh Sister, why the haste
this phase you crave
is soiled with fray
this course you chart
is fraught with chains


Are you numb to the flames;
that chars the face with pains
that lays in wait, in ways
unseen to sight and gaze


You fill your pate with tales of hate
and lose your fate in pits of vale


The weight of your plate
is filled with kills of kin
why the haste, brother
why the waste, sister?


Details | Rhyme | |

WRONG OR RIGHT

What is right and what is wrong
So much gray and so many songs
Just because I can does it mean that I should?
If I appear pleasant then should I be rude?
There are many such questions to ponder in life
So many in fact that it causes us strife.
I wonder sometimes if what I know is right
Is somehow considered wrong in another’s sight.
My upbringing taught me to be gentle and kind
To help others when I see they are in a bind.
To be fair and just in all my various dealings
And to always be considerate of others’ feelings
To always do a day’s work for a day’s pay.
When the sun is shining you got to make hay.
But some other folks don’t see it the same
The rules are some different in life’s game
They are taught to lie and encouraged to steal
That dying is holy and it’s alright to kill.
Some worship cattle and won’t eat beef
Pierce their faces and wear sandals on their feet
I ain’t saying that they are wrong or right
And I ain’t saying that we should go and fight
What I am saying is it ain’t right for me
And I wish these folks would let me be
I think “do unto others” is a mighty good rule
And I stay away from folks that I think are a fool
Respect is earned by respecting others
And I just wish we could all be brothers.


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Jesus My Life Is One HUGE Embarrassment


For many years... My life has been an embarrassment! Filled with hopelessness and discouragement! Many things I thought I had enjoyed... Have left in me... A large and empty void! Many nights, I would cry myself to sleep. Knowing the hole my life was in, was very, very deep. Then one day, I called out to God! I wasn’t sure if he’d listen! My family, my old church, I was now missin'. My family prayed for me for so many years. I often brought them embarrassment and tears. God... I tried everything else... I want to come back to you! I need you now Jesus! I really do! Please come into my heart, and cleanse me within! Set me free from all addictions and sin! I know that you will never let go of my hand. My whole life, on your word, I shall now stand. Only you can satisfy the emptiness in my soul! I am now complete, satisfied, and made whole! By Jim Pemberton


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' Transition and Transcend ... '

      Transition and Transcend
Whatever New-Life There Is … Begin

Whether From Death or Divorce
        Sickness or Sorrow
Change, Yet Stay-On-Course
   Today, Rises To Tomorrow

So – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
A Slow-Start, Is Not The End

You May Lose Some Family
A Friend, or Fortune
A Job, or A Journey
Or A Just Right-Opportune

Just – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
Move … Just Like The Wind

Either, Climb Up or Go Around
Earthquake-Aches or Shaky Ground
Tears, That Flood and Threaten To Drown
Forest-Fire-Rages … Burns Up … Then Down …

    So – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
Life is Hard, I Won’t Pretend
But God’s Helping Hand Will Lend
The Push and Pull-Up, To Begin

The Power and The Will, To Win
Again … Again … Again …  and Again …
And At Each Place … Pray – Amen !
… and Transition and Transcend


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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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LOVE - HAIKU

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


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colors of freedom

colors of freedom
remind us what wars have cost --
we must not forget


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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.








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Magical Candy Canes

Two little candy canes were bought at a store.
Excitement abounded as they’d have a new home, to explore.
Snuggled in a sack with beautiful toys all around.
Theirs was be a happy life, you can be sure, they had found

They arrived at their new home, as in a blink.
And what did they see, oh my, everything.
All that they’d dreamt of, was before them, you know.
And foremost was the tree… that they would call home.

The tree was decorated with such aplomb and fanfare, well done.
The children laughed and giggled as they ran all around.
What a riotous but organized day of joy it had become.
With tinsel, and ornaments, and lights so profound.

The candy canes were finally put on that glorious tree,
As, yes, a few were eaten by you and by me.
The ceremony ended when an angel was placed by Papa on top.
And no one made a sound, then vibrantly applauded as he came down. 

Finally they all had dinner in the room beyond, that night.
As all settled in to wait for that illustrious visit, so right.
Joy abounded all over this house as presents were, so nicely wrapped.
And cookies were made to hand all about.

The last of the candy canes would finally be eaten on Christmas Day…
As presents lay opened and children did play.
Now don’t be sad for those two magical candy canes…
They stole a ride with Santa to the North Pole on that special day.

Merry Christmas to all at Poetry Soup!


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Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey -- shaped as his top hat

                                  


Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey
                                 _______________________                                                
                                     l      l      l       l        l 
                                     ya' put your red flag in
                                                  ya'
                                      put your red flag out
                                                  ya'
                                       put your red flag in
                                               and ya'
                                       shake it all around.
                                       *           *          *
                                  ya' stop this hocus pocus
                              and we'll turn this thing around
                                end war's what it's all about!


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One Billion Rising

Today we rise.

No more hiding in the shadows,

of culture,
creed,
tradition.

No more silent complicity,

defensive arguments,
sickening pretences,
shabby excuses,

for the actions of men,

brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive.

Today, we rise,

as one.

Today the change starts,

with me,
within me.

Today we rise.


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Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman


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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


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Book Launch

The generous seas do roam vividly,
And sacred words spoken earnestly.
People suffer and people go to war,
I just hope these words will go afar.

Yesterday I published a FREE book,
Indeed a feat of altruism, no crook!
I suffer in silence in every moment.
I have no money to publish a stunt.

I was just hoping for word-of-mouth
And email propagation as loudmouth.
Book is at: http://bookbooster.com/newage.htm
I accept feedback just at: percarus@hotmail.com

OFFICIALLY THE MOST ELOQUENT STORY TELLING POETRY BOOK EVER WRITTEN
-ALL NON FICTION- (This spiel typed in the spur of the moment - God Bless you)


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Baptized In Equality

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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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


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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


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Thin line

Thin line between politics and truth
Be a man like sword  both sides  akin
What could do man without wearing  mask
Making promises in his dreams without cutting corners
What could do man make others wear his shoes
Afraid of how much  his followers can  take
Betray his felowship  become an enemy



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Quit Wasting My Time { Edit }

<                               One by one they'll shall roll on and come
                                 Like soldiers marching to beaten drums
                                 Echoes  are acknowledge
                                 Cast across thy arched bridge
                                 Haste makes waste even for everyone




Inspired By
Carolyn Devonshire's Contest
Follower Or Leader
GL All


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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


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The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries

The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.

Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,

Buddha, 
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
sermons preached,
and a million sins confessed.

Though,

the essence,
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
grandiose edifices,
that serve Religion Inc.

"And the meek shall inherit the earth",
an incendiary thought,
conveniently discarded,
for the pie in the sky that must be sought.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
stings.
stabs,
whispers still,
for us to hear,
through the din of the cacophony of prayer.

Buddha,
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
persists,
each day that we choose,
to shun the meek,
and mouth conscience-salving prayers,

for yet more silver,
and yet more silk.


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Social Organization and Crime

It is only through 
Recognizing the quality 
And significance of 
Human dignity

That society can acknowledge
That crime is undoubtedly
Unnecessary and harmful 
If we are to consider sound 
And rational societal progression

It is in fact 
Not only our responsibility
As humans
But our very nature 
To distinguish between
Intrinsic good and intrinsic evil

It is only through 
Distinguishing between
The two through
Universal laws of nature
That we can in fact
Work together towards 
A common goal
That each and every 
Member of society 
Can benefit from

It is only through 
Acknowledging our capability
To distinguish between 
Right and wrong 
Without relying on 
Wrongful acts committed
For the purpose of enlightenment 
That we can begin 
To heal ourselves 
Of communal moral ills overall

It is only through
This process 
That we can attain
Prudent and structural social progression

Camille Rose Castillo 2011



Note*

This is a small segment of a paper I wrote on crime in response to Emile 
Durkheim's "The Rules of Sociological Method" and I decided to use a percentage of 
my main points to poetically express my sentiment on the topic, which is why I did 
not write this in my traditional rhyming scheme. I hope my readers still appreciate 
the intended message.

Camille


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Happy Thanksgiving

Having family and turkey is the sauce for the dressing.
All together giving warm wishes and especially blessing.
Prayers are the dearest thing to share even if apart.
Prayers whether said out loud or quietly in your heart.
Your spirit shared with others is a great gracious start.

Take heed of what you have been given each day that you live.
Heaven hears every word and thought that your soul does give.
Answers don’t always come the way we desire them too.
Never underestimate that they are heard above the blue.
Kingdoms of glory have no monetary goal to claim.
Spirits blessed in honor and true love has no shame.
God is here, he hears, yes he is alive though many doubt.
Insincerity of your inner peace will have no known clout.
Victory of all that will be given comes from your heartfelt soul.
Insecurity of your spirit shall defeat and buries your life’s’ goal.
Now warm your essences with peace and love for humanity.
God has set forth a plan for his glory and our life-forces eternally.


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Moshe

A long time ago one kid would shower snowballs up on us his name was Moshe neighbour's ewe lamb, once he drowned my family's cat after pricking it all over with his mother's tailor needle. He didn't apologise didn't look back. He'd laugh when I would kiss you beneath the willow right on your reddish cheek sort of a ripe midsummer's fruit when our dry lips hadn't already been wading through the childhood to the dewy land. And Moshe was working together with his father veterinarian - latex gloves, scissors tubing, tents, patching up the gashes for curs puttin'em to sleep due to the rabies, the birds would withdraw from the sky when Moshe would spend his night-time on a loft sewing up the tails of the mice after tearing them off without any prayer, Lord, without a touch. Moshe had a scar below his eye he was born marked, genes, my dear, people saying that's a gene of scalpel and needle, and it's uncertain what they'd been doing with our parents's cats in the childhood. I met him at abandoned temple recently, Moshe, he was meshed into the bindweeds fogged from eternal shade demented from birdsongs wale-marked by God, or by Lucifer, or perhaps by me I swear I can't remember it's a long time we are seeking ourselves for each other at this temple you never know there's a chance we are simply insane.


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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


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The solution to ethnic-cleansing

We are all humans
Irrespective of race
And religion


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Please Come Lord Jesus And Hear My Voice



Please Come Lord Jesus,
And Hear My Voice!

Please come Lord Jesus,
and listen to my voice!
In all I do or say, may you
 be my first choice!

Please come dear Jesus, 
and listen to my cry!
Give me your living water,
 that can satisfy!

Please come dear Jesus,
 and renew my mind!
You're so patient, loving
and very kind!

Please come dear Jesus,
and renew my spirit!
Your words of life...
May I daily live it!

Please come dear Jesus,
I need you this hour!
I need your strength,
and your power!

Thank you my Lord, my savior
and friend!
And thanks for answering me...
 Once again!

By Jim Pemberton   


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A Tangled Curse

Sightless visions of this world
Collapsing reason, the rising scared
Disillusion breaking bonds
The gravity of this collective song

The undeterred replacing truth
Teach detachment to the youth
Complexity and blinding games
Reattaching trauma’s shame

Cold perception blaming loss
Upon reflections in the frost
Banished hearts creating schemes
Against ourselves; this broken theme

The self-receptive caught within
The fear of self within their skin
It’s in this place we choose our worth
While people fight upon the earth

The gravity that passes by
We’re falling down, or into the sky
No more places left to hide
We forgive the past, or our future dies

This illusion breaking fast
We fight against the spells we cast
Between the earth and universe
We must dissolve this tangled curse


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The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,

and,

until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,

NOT IN MY NAME!

Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.



(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)


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At the Wheel

Duty calls to us to react
Against such hatred
As -
A man who simply wants to build
Is killed -     
In sandy far off hills.
Peace knows it’s time to concentrate
On hate -
And how to compensate.

What says the noble men of old?
Who’s stories, now are never told.
Instead,   
A bed,
Of constant dread -
We sleep with guns beneath our heads;
And slumber to the merry news
Streaming through a TV tube,
So rude -
They never tell the truth,
And cover it with glory’s loot.
So toot -  
Your horns and guzzle gas,
And give The Man your hard earned cash.

Where’s Liberty, when madmen rule?
Now Justice’s just a letting pool
Of blood -
Where war is now the key,
To lift a sad economy.
Where hero’s die for corporate deals -
Our lives depend on hands that steal!

We’ve let the bad guys
take the wheel.




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Not in God's Name

Protestant, Catholic, Mormon, Jew – 

I understand your point of view.

If you can’t mine – well, that’s a shame.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

Islam means “peace”.  We all want that.

Meet the Quakers.  Be friends and chat.

Buddhist, Hindu – we’re all the same.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

Jehovah’s Witness to a Sikh:

Sisters and brothers, let us speak.

It’s not a case of placing blame.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

“An ye harm none, do as ye will.”

The Wiccan Rede, we must fulfill.

Let peace on Earth become our aim.

No “holy” war is in God’s name. 


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I blame me

I blame me for all my mistakes
I blame me for all the rejection and heartache
I blame me for all the times I stayed silent 
and should have started and earthquake
with my words
I should have spoken up when I had the chance
now all those thoughts are wasted
unspoken, unheard

I blame me when my husband touches me 
and I feel the hands of a predators pounce
And I blame me when the pressure it on
because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name
Lord, help me to get rid of the shame

I blame me for my loneliness
I blame me for my feelings of lust
I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust
I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust
At times not even sure if I really know how to love

I blame me when my kids are crying out sick
because when I brought them here
I knew that this world was unfit
Yet overpowered by my love for them 
I became more and more protective
So I blame myself in advance for their sadness
when they finally see that the world is not objective

I blame me for those nights I can't rest
Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized
that I have done my best
to stay positive and have good intentions
So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions
and begin to feel ashamed of myself
I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself
because
good things don't happen for me
So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness

It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence
I have nothing
I have given up 
and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut


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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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The Force

Adding
peculiar
subtracting
never

laws 
of something
(besides physics)

has to
wants to
needs to
improve

velocity 
is present
and that very force
pushes 
the dead weight
forward
until
it can't sit still anymore

because
it has to

it's got to move
or else
it dies


Details | Cinquain | |

PEACEFUL

Peaceful
Money, power
Removed from equation
Happiness in being alive
Peaceful


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What Makes A True Friend

What Makes A True Friend?

What are the qualities that a friend should
have – that which would make a true friend so true?
A friend is one whom you like to be with
while a true friend insists on being with you.

A friend likes you when you have so much in
common. True friends like you who for who you are.
True friends make you feel as though they are at
all times near, although they are very far.

A true friend is one whom you can always
talk to, even at night when it is late -
when loved ones are asleep, a true friend is
always there to hear what you have to say.

Friends like to share, but a true friend always
gives you – not what you want, but what you need.
The feelings you hide, as well as your thoughts,
and your dreams, a true friend can always read.

A friend may forgive you or they may not
forgive, for something wrong you've done to them.
A true friend forgives even when you don't
ask. True friends forgive - again and again.

Friends are close when you are close to them. A
true friend wants your friendship to be closer.
A true friend does what is best for you, and
hates that you would end up with the losers.

A true friend teaches you lessons to help
you grow – lessons that are hard and easy.
A true friend is always there - having a
true friend can never make you feel lonely.

Friends may sometimes make mistakes, but a true
friend is always careful not to hurt you.
A true friend is a guide and a teacher.
A true friend knows everything you go through.

The true friend I mention is our God,
who kept you company before you were born.
The friendship of God, if you truly keep
and cherish, you will never feel forlorn.

The true friend we all need is God (Allah) –
the One who guides and can teach us lessons,
the One who hears our calls and understands,
the One always near – in every season –

Allah, as a Friend, never judges us
by the way we look and how we appear.
Allah, as a Guide, if we ask Him for
guidance, He guides us and makes our paths clear.

Allah is with us – each day and each night –
He is always there when all are asleep.
Allah always listens when others don't.
He gives you comfort when He sees you weep.

Fortunate are those who have Allah as
a Friend. Friendship with God is friendship true.
May Allah bless me with His Friendship and
May Allah's Friendship be shared with you too.

Ameen. Allah knows best.

Miriam / Mariam Mababaya


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Fireworks

Fireworks
Colorful Explosions
Erupting For All To View
Sparklers


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Second Chance Prayer


Lord God,
Please help me get a second chance to make up for my past wrongdoing
Send me the Holy Spirit to choose the right path
Provide me Your Seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit to help me better myself
Wisdom to have a deep understanding on what and how to change

Knowledge to know the reasons inside my sudden change
Counsel me to give advice in choosing to take on which direction to go to
Understanding to comprehend every situation 
Fortitude to have strength to be courageous on making a stand

Piety, to be faithful and offer goodness to others
Fear of the Lord to maintain Holy Fear to God
Thank You for Your help in transforming me
I respectfully ask this in the name of Father Christ Jesus for sending me the 7 Gifts of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Written 09162012

(Change “I”, “me” or “myself” when praying for someone or a group.) 


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solidarity Africa

The chains of our heart must shake hands
As metals and magnet clings so tight 
Our fate clings to the marriage of our land
So as one body we need to arise and fight.

Shadows as soldiers arise our soul to scare 
Masks as fire frowns at our hope to melt
Our image is ours not to flare 
So as one band let's arise to defend. 

Aliens want our aged pillar replaced, 
Friends see our flag as fake
Ours’ to make our voice not disgraced 
So we need to join force to decorate our cake. 

Rodents without invade our green land 
Foreign robes sigh at our precious gold 
Ours’ to hug and kiss our identity card 
So as a fence let's guard our field of gold. 

The ingredients in our pot of soup are at variance 
Members of our body stand as islands 
Ours’ to spray our friendly fragrance 
so we can build this tower as a band.

As broom sticks we need to glue together,
Dirt have risen to dent our hope,
Ours’ to sweep them out to yonder 
So as one family we will live in a clean home.

This pot of soup must be cooked 
Ingredients must live in peace as brothers;
Ours’ to make this family hooked 
So our aroma of love can travel beyond our borders.

Our fatherland; built by the aged heroes
And fenced with the bricks of peace and dignity
Ours’ to protect and not to make it bunch of zeroes
With our hands soaked in love and solidarity.


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Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love


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Bullets rain tears

Young and innocent they went to school
 Expecting to learn and play
 Never in anyones wildest of dreams
 Did we expect that day
 For a rain of tears to shell them
 From one lost deep to sin
 But heavenly hosts came down for them
 Releasing them from him
 The devil he did have his day
 But God in end dost win
 For noubt will be lost but these young lives
 Will not be gone in vain
 The laws of the land will change in ways
 For it must not happen again
 
Those who reign must stand on this
 Take stance and make a difference
 No one should be able to take a life
 With intent nor mindless innocence
 For even when with madmans mind
 You cannot be left to mingle
 How can you be able to walk in shop
 Purchase guns and not be liable
 Actions speak far louder than words
 And if we let just one slip through
 Without accounting for their sin
 It might well be me or you
 
For on anyone these bullets
 Might be named to fall upon
 So make a difference – make a change
 Add your name – petition
 The whole wide world mourns in shame
 An Amnesty is long past needed
 Write your letters – use your vote
 Act now while it is fresh
 And pray for the souls of all those lost
 That each by the Lord be blessed
 Also for those who’ve lived through this
 That they might find a way
 To find the strength and courage
 To step out further each day


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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


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They Embraced Today

Copyright © 2009 #233
01/20/2009 // edited: 11/11/2012
(a new way)
-To Live And Pray-


On a brisk 2008 & 2012 Winter´s Day
  Americans voted and joined to pray.

Changing its history
  for a better humanity.

Freedom´s regal souls
  braved 2 days so bold!

Renewing Dr Martin L. King's dream
  uniting an American nation it seem.

A day etched in infamy
  for all humanity to see.

Brave Americans
  taking a stand
  on its blood soaked land.


by: LP


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Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.


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GLUTTONY

Greed sways motionless
It plummets into the valley of worthless  
Is it immoral stealing 
It does obliterate opportunity
Selflessness is a river of unbreakable unity 
It jeopardizes our freedom,
A determination that makes you fearlessly overcome
It is destroying our hope
So now how can we cope
Corrupting all the goods, food, money,
Wealth doesn't come swiftly
So much evil never leads to a good act
Now there are so few haves
Leaving the world with have not
Ask yourself how did hell get so hot ?
That makes these things an addiction
It macerates beyond recognition
It chastise you even beyond death
So help someone less fortunate why there is still time left
Innovative an unbeatable peace; between man and the surplus environment
Cheerfully uniting you with your rudiments

Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practice wicked works with men that work iniquity: 
and let me not eat of their dainties. Punishment of. 
Psalms 141:4

Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's need, but not every man's greed.
Mahatma Gandhi 


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Wildness

I felt my thoughts run wild
 Was I really a demon child
 Thoughts tightened my head grew light
 I hoped my expression was on my face right
 
I absorbed your statement surety taking flight
 Your questions growing old
 Your coming across as way to bold
 So this is the child you stole
 
Standing here now I felt guilty as sin
 My emotions had just let little old Peace walk right in
 I was sure that without me the child's future was dim
 So I filled her right up to the rim
 
Without me here she surely would be condemned
 Who would look for me now I live in the brim
 
As I fought the fear
 Of having you here
 It hurt to the bone
 Making her a home
 
So I opened the door
 But her back to where she was before
 Because I love her even more
 I stay here to even the score


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Feel The Love

Diving deep, into the void, within
Washing, cleansing, myself clean
Trusting without expectation
Letting go of, what I am familiar with
Allowing the divine, infinite spirit to guide me
Teaching me how to live
Growing inside my heart and mind
Larger than my mind’s ego
As I consciously shed light, upon my self created burdens
Lighting up, my made up fears, my mind has believed, all these years
All the mistakes I have made, now become my greatest blessings
Showing me how to love, without attachment
Discovering, who I truly am


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Crackers ‘n' Cheese

I was a-munchin’ ‘n’ a-crunchin’ on some crackers ‘n’ cheese
When a-someone or a-somethin’ came ‘n’ tickled my knees –

With her tail up in the air in a question mark tease,
‘Twas my little grey kitten mewin’ wide-green eyed pleas –

Beggin’ of her human, “Oh kind human, please
Won’t you let me share in yer crackers ‘n’ cheese?”

I looked into her tiny face ‘n’ made the choice with ease –
Doncha know that to my heart this kitten holds the keys?

I felt her purrs flow past me, a gentle, liltin’ breeze,
 ‘N’ now my kitten’s doin’ the munchin’ on my crackers ‘n’ cheese!


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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


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NONVIOLENCE

No need for violence or aggression
A passive acceptance of oppression 
A powerful tool for social protest
To be peaceful and not violence many will resist
It presumes the intent of social change
Some believe not using belligerence is insane
Nonviolence is a synonym for pacifism
When you hear this word, you associate it with Civil Rights and racism
Nonviolence is not inaction it is the patience to win
You gain a lot of support, love, respect, and friends
See many people do not like change
So many have used diverse methods in their peaceful campaigns 
Dr. Martin Luther King seen peace and equality to all races in his dream
Mahatma Gandhi helped India win its independence through bigotry that was extreme
I think that we should inevitably re-shape the social order in a lack of prejudice form
If we constantly use peace, we can weather many of these racial motivated storms
To listen to another's point of view is largely dependent on reciprocity
Not injustice, hate, and apathy
That is what makes me so angry
Remember what Jesus’ says, "love thine enemy”

"Nonviolence means avoiding not only external physical violence but also internal violence of 
spirit. You not only refuse to shoot a man, but you refuse to hate him."
Martin Luther King

Treat people as if they were what they ought to be and you help them to become what they 
are capable of being.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

An eye for an eye only makes the whole world blind.
Mahatma Mohandas K. Gandhi


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Main Street USA

Politics consistent 
With moral corruption 
Religion at best 
Breeding dysfunction 

Churches pristine
On every corner
While homeless abound
Where is the honor?

The rich at ease 
Out at play 
The poverty-stricken 
Know only dismay 

The wealthy feast 
Indulge in the finest 
The destitute and poor 
Haven't the slightest 

Crime well known 
On America's streets 
Violence in action 
With every heart beat 

Victims seek justice 
Where has she gone? 
Is she hog-tied 
In somebody's trunk? 

Political correctness 
To drastic extremes 
No longer can one 
Express their beliefs

America, take credit
For progression ingenius
But also acknowledge
The brink of madness

We rightfully know
There is a fine line
Between the two
We just can't deny

It seems we're crossing
Into that dimension
With each passing day
Without apprehension



Camille Rose Castillo 

Note* 

Although I love my country and do acknowledge it can never be perfect, I believe it can be less flawed. 




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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


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A STEADY LIGHT

In a dark, uncaring world such as ours,
there must me a steady light at all times:
bring your candles and your Christmas's carol books without being told...
ring out bells to the wild sky overlooking the bright and peaceful road!


Darkness has prevailed since our ancestors sinned,
let it end today to face a blessed day never imagined:
honor and worship your God by praising Him for His undeserved kindness...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky awaiting profound peace found in stillness!

A loving brother should never hate his own brother so kind,
as Cane did with premeditated murder on his carnal mind:
realize the heinous action that initiated the flow of first, innocent blood...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky as everybody smiles and sings out loud! 


Harmony has finally returned after a long absence,
to change hearts and minds and instill confidence:
angels peak and delight in seeing the happy smiles on faces below...
ring out wild bells to the sky on the jolliest season buried in snow!  







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Pateince

Carnelian robes permeate dreamtime landscapes
of parchment and prayer flag.
Smiling faces walk swiftly
through corridors of ancient walls
carved from living mountains,
spinning cylindrical wheels in their wake.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Eagle feathers jounce
as soft moccasins dance heartbeat
on the prairie hair of Mother Earth.
Sacred sisters hold position in jingle dress rhythms
offering prayer pipes to their men,
who burn sweet grass as they fancy dance past.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Hula dancers waft sea breeze
in the heat waves of Pele’s fire.
Warrior lines pace boundary between the worlds,
as molten lands part the waters
and oasis the humble in a paradise
where lei lines encircle life.

Patience of a thousand thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Condor circles as mountains spirits speak
telling stories of forever and ever.
Ancient peoples gather in raindrop mists
to nourish the living land
and feed the collective soul
the medicine of dreams.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

“Imagine all the people” sound waves and ipods
park bench hosts to afternoon drummers,
as momentum gathers
inner city gardeners and beekeepers
buzzing to the cyber shifts
of “sharing all the world”.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years
we wait for peace.


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Hard to Heal a Heart

Hear these words oh child of mine.
Another hard day has ended fine.
Reality is not all things are kind.
Deal with them, peace you will find.

To you my child I give heartfelt words.
Occasionally we let them fly with the birds.

Happiness is always near, no matter what.
Each minute, hour, changes all thought.
Again face life’s chapter, truth is sought.
Listen carefully, our hearts are caught.

Anger should be not, or life will distraught.

Hear my love reach out to ease your pains.
Even though words sometimes filled in distains,
Aggravate not your heart with heavy chains.
Remember all loving times your heart engrains.
Take them to your future, cherish their remains.


not for contest but inspired by the contest   " to heal a heart "


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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


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Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs


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The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


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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?


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For our Father, Nelson Madiba Mandela

For our Father, Nelson 'Madiba' Mandela

you are our eternal inspiration

our hopes
our dreams
our conscience

you gave everything of yourself
so that we may live and love and laugh and dream and breathe the air of freedom, dignity and liberty

you lead us through the darkest days with your unshakeable principles and your belief in us

you brought peace and freedom to us

and when at times we felt all was lost

you stayed with us as a father would

you lent us your wisdom
and you chastised us too

and we are here today because of you
you stayed with us, Nelson Rolihlala 'Madiba' Mandela, through all the crests and valleys of our turbulent times

you stayed with us, father
today, we hope and pray and wish
that you, our father Madiba
stay with us still
stay with us, Madiba
stay with us...


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 


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No comprehension

Is it me? Or do I just not comprehend? When I do comprehend you look at me crazy, when I do not comprehend you look at me like, “you’re just proving us right.” Or is it that you don’t want to comprehend on purpose? Because when they don’t comprehend with you, you kind of feel crazy then you think let me just go along with it because it is not worth it for you to get ignorant with a person who has already achieved that goal. My definition of no comprehension is not listening to one who speaks carefully or not paying attention. To all of you who do not comprehend LISTEN TO A PERSON FOR WHOM THEY ARE ON THE INSIDE, AND NOT WHAT THEY APPEAR TO BE ON THE OUTSIDE. 


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Sunrise Perspective

sweet cheerful morning
as my dreams fade from this mind
i’m alive again


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For a friend in pain

you're a silent person inside, that i know..
so a single insult or pain would pose a great blow..
When in pain close your eyes and drift..
think of of happiness and joy, that would give you a lift..

Anger and grieve, please don't let it rust..
In your heart don't let it last..

know that jokes come and go..
sometimes jokes go far beyond "tolerable"
so when hit in the heart so hard,
stay with your guard..
Maybe tomorrow's a better joke..
maybe tomorrow's your day..

Because every "tomorrow", we change, we grow, we love more and joke more..

Sorry for today..

We had to see those sad, sad, eyes..


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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


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South Africa salutes Dr Martin Luther King Jr

South Africa salutes Dr. Martin Luther King Jr!




They gunned you down,
on this April day,
all those years ago,

yet you live, you breathe!





They gunned you down,
just as they did Chris Hani and M.K. Gandhi,

and they failed, as they always will,

for they can never kill,

your dream, your ideals.





Your dream, your ideals,

live, and breathe,


still!









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Why me

Why me
Why me dear god 
Why the hell me!
I did all you asked 
I’ve even played the card 
Of a good girl, the one 
Everyone wanted me to be.
Why can’t you save me.
I’m hurting immensely 
And no one care not even slightly.
How could you allow me to fall 
So deep, so far into misery.
I’ve grown to hate myself so much so
I’m that demon within the angel 
That you see.
I’m crying out for help
And not once did you show me sympathy.
Like everyone else you pretend to care
My prayers are just words you refuse to here.
You watched the tears ran down my cheeks
And didn’t send an angel to watch over me.
I don’t want to be part of this world anymore
Just set me free….
Sleeping forever is where I are to be.

05/05/09


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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.


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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.


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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.


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Ignorance meets Insanity

Seriousness settles in, like an old friend
Seriousness spreads like a disease
Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process 
Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away
Our wonder in life, diminishing
Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness!

Days and years, rolling into one
Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring
“What day is it?”
“Don’t smile or your face might crack!”
Judgemental, cantankerous!
Pompous attitudes, of modern day man

Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what’s familiar
Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness!
The mind focused on its self created drama’s
Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world
Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside
The past lives on, the present forgotten 
What was once important, now, left on the back burner
Hard headed, victim orientated
Righteous, self absorbed
Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness

Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand
Becoming, our best friends
The vampire suckers of vitality
Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams
Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way
Lost, amongst the thick of it
Not knowing any different
Everything becoming an illusion
Seeing things as it should be
In our own little universe, no one else’s!

Entrapment of the mind
Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant
Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease
Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love
Numb, to the outside
Numb, on the inside
Desensitized!
Going crazy!
Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation
Ignorance meets insanity!


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Just writing without stopping

Random Free Write: 

Just flowing - writing
and not stopping to think
or even to lift my pen
I kept going and the words seemed to have no end
Understanding that the process is a simple one
Love everyone and 
stear free of the wicked one

I'm not sure if it was winter or spring
But, I gave way to all the flaws and  imperfections
and realized that this is me
The change came when I saw fit
and not when someone else decides

It's not hard to forgive
And even easier to forget
Does that not reflect love and also what it begets?
Except too many hold grudges and even
pretend to be angry beyond whats necessary
Caught up in someone elses problem
and not dealing with their own is a hard burden to carry
Let it go
stop negativity where it begins

Cut people short if you have to
because this is your life you have to live
Be on the lookout for those looking to devour you
Pray for those who do ill sh@! to you
Respond in a way that makes them realize they love you
and hope it inspires change

Still maintain dignity and move on to something new
Growing, building up treasures for a place greater than
you can even dream to go
It's the simple things that help make life flow
I could go on and on with this practice flow
Writing and stoping to think or lift my pen
This is one of those poems that didn't make it to the waste bin.


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Shush

World keeps to turn on,
we are born and die,
dawn comes as night ends.
death reigns in all spots
of this poor, old land.


Time takes big paces,
we don't learn parts,
in things that change
the world and life


My minds stuck,
hands are tied,
they are quiet


Tell me
what's right

Shush!


Details | Free verse | |

This is Who I Am

I am me; and I know there are going to be people who do not like me

But I can not change the way the feel about me and I'm okay with that

Why change them, when I wouldn't want them to change me?

They are who they are, and I am who I am

This is who I am: I am Emily, a person that tries very hard not to judge people

This is who I am: I am Emily, I will be anyones friend; It does not matter what they did

It matters that you take them in your arms and hold them and tell them your here for them

Even if they walk away, it matterd that you showed them you cared


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The Walk

The Walk
An elected position walks into transition, but not without apprehension.
Thrusted forward into accountability, a " word" that was lost in recent financial history.
Blame and blasphemy encircles him for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and 
irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our today's society, anger creates a false reality.
A "change we can believe in", is the course called destiny.
Persecution upon every action or direction met with resistance by those who remain held in social captivity from their own personal experiences or enthralled perceptions of " what ought not be".
Prepare the world, for the world is watching and they  see, that without corruption 
and a massive scale of discrimination , injustices and judgments as their plea, they are not happy nor do they believe that  they can or that they will succeed. 
May forgiveness and mercy find it's place upon his adversaries as well as for him whom they do this unto in the sight of he.
People, we call ourselves, "we"; therefore, "we must not lose focus , the walk for change remains on our compass to destiny and real facts vs. opinions will be our guide for future history.

copyright@2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins


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We Need Jesus Now More Than Ever


We Need Jesus NOW!  More Than Ever!

We need Jesus now!  More than ever before!
His love and mercy…  
We need so much more!

The completeness of Jesus we need in our home!
Especially when we feel
 “abandoned and alone!”

Jesus can do more for us than our own ability.
He brings to us an enduring
 peace and stability!

In the midst of this world’s
 “chaos and madness.”
His love brings to us eternal gladness!

He is the “antidote” for whatever is ailing you!
You can always trust him!  
He’ll NEVER fail you!

He is always the answer for a desperate situation!
He is here now!  Why not give him an invitation?

Your every problem…  He will solve them!
All you need to do, is to “involve” him!

An eternal life of joy is what he brings!
He is our righteousness!  Our everything!

Come Lord Jesus! We humbly bow!
Please touch our hearts!  
We need you NOW!

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 | Rhyme | |

Wonderland

Take me by the hand
Come with me to this far away land.
Where life as we know it comes to an end.let

We journey back in time
To a place that lives only in our minds.
Where the light shines so bright that it blinds.

The feelings of love ignite.
Let your mind lose control and take flight.
Begin this journey with me to Wonderland.

We travel hand in hand,
Without judgement, together we unite,
Without fear, we join for just one night.

The feeling of peace in the air,
Forget about worries,
Life without care.
Let the music take you there.
Move your feet to the rythym of the beat
Lose control for just one night.

Journey with me through Wonderland
A place never to forget.
Wonderland lives on tonight.
In my dreams, 
I close my eyes and look towards the light.


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Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....
WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!


Details | Free verse | |

Razor Blade State of Mind

I'm in a razor blade state of mind,
A place of darkness that's hard to find.

I sleep tangled in a blanket of pain,
On a mattress full of mayhem.
The darkness surrounds me
And there's nothing I can do. 
My past has become the lightning rod,
The only means by which my future
Can seem to conduct itself.
But who do I think I'm fooling;
What's an orchestra without a conductor? 

I once sang out loud,
But now I'm drowned.
The body electric left
Somewhere in a field,
Where it ceases to breathe.
We have no hope here,
We have no hope left. 

My mind is like my verse;
Jumbled and pointlessly poignant,
Hopelessly optimistic.
Scarred and scared and sacred,
It means so much nothing
That it's bound to mean something.

I am everything I despise,
Nothing that I admire;
I am sweat and I transpire,
Not so wet like fire. 
I'm in a razor blade state of mind,
I tell the truth but I'm a liar.


Details | Grook | |

I'm A Chump

<                                        emphasis of labor day

                                        symbolic's end of summer

                                        picnics and parades display

                                     American workers get chummier


Details | I do not know? | |

For Nelson Rolihlahla 'Madiba' Mandela

and just when i felt lost

again...

when i feared that you were slipping away

i feared more for myself, in truth I say, than for you

again...

you came back to us

again...

your light shone, ablaze

reaching inside of me with the warmth of your dignity

with your infinite gentleness

with your effortless peace

with all that makes you, you

again...

soothing me as you soothed a nation

and a people, and people everywhere

of every hue

and of every creed

and of the human spirit itself

again...

you gave of yourself

92 and frail and weak and alive

oh yes alive!

again...

you breathed my fears away

you embraced me as you have always done

again...

you made me cry

weeping tears of joy for you

for your light to shine on through

again...

you shined so brightly

as I basked in your warmth of you being you

again...

you cradled my shaken being in your hands, lined with age and with wisdom and with a pureness so bright

that just knowing that you are back home, smiling that fatherly smile of yours

was enough for me, to slip into the waiting arms of this warm and joyous night

and again...

though i know that you cannot be with me forever more

you came back to me on this night

and just knowing that you are still here with me now

is enough now, for within me, you will reside forever more

just knowing that you are resting and recovering at home

filled, and fills me with peace and with joy

with the peace and the joy that has been your gift to me, and to us, one and all

shaking me to my very core

as you have selflessly done

throughout my life, and on countless occasions before

He is home

you are home

and

i am home with you

as your light of life continues to shine

now and forever

warm and dignified and forever true

Viva Nelson Rolihlala 'Madiba' Mandela Viva!


Details | Free verse | |

Of the Quandaries and Mystics in Divine Shamanism

The Shamans gather to discuss the oblivious reason
Dispel cruelty as fate opens for our unorthodox legion
Conformity’s blue armies will try to trap you and me in
Destroy notions preconceived, let the celebration begin

The mind is confused on what info it should reject
It is lost when it sees truth it cannot possibly accept
Parallel to common belief, pompous power is not Respect
I have invisible plans the materialists cannot ever detect
 
A different death, of new hope
Soaring as Shamans cut the rope
…but some won’t

It is normal to be abnormal
Self discovery is not formal
…but love is not either

Lamenting and hoping soliloquy
This is the way it was supposed to be
…but it is

Patience in expediting time
Supposed to waste away for a dime
…but I won’t

Smooth, silky opaque clouds
I have seen though the shadowed shrouds
…but I will still depart with the Shamans
The Spirit Realm

Lost in inevitable time
Drifting through superfluous mind
Coasting on sporadic rhymes
Losing grip on human kind
Searching in jungles of lies
Venom vines cannot unwind
Oxygen floats in pink skies
Wiggling under ties that bind

Worldly thought in powerfully small significant action
In the end, there are no nations and there is no faction
There is only the physical, mental, and spiritual reaction
Contently acquiesce to predetermination’s satisfaction

The pelicans told me how to dance on water
Mother’s dying nature from a materialistic daughter
Patriarchs are nonexistent in the time of our Father
Unwritten governing connections from unknown author

They eternalized eternity in what they wrote
The variables of grounded state and Shamans who float
The differences between independent thought and rote

Hidden is Peace in this experimental Earth piece
Except in the internally spiritual enlightened keys

Existence in the persistence of beginnings and endings
Continuous coincidence shows we are not alone fending
Disruptive objectives exemplify perceived reality is bending
Only you choose spiritual contentment in moments you’re spending

I quest to become a Great Shaman of Spirituality
Gather my children and listen to the winds of actuality

Optimistic spirits show how to make a boorish world sublime
The gradual success journeys through our mystics in beautific time
  
Obliterate the materialistic, conformist cause of hesitant follow through
Us and the Shamans will do everything; it is of yet if this includes you


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Remember September 11th Civil Rights

Remember September 11th
Signed legislation, equal access, public schools and mobilized troops.
Supreme Court Justice Warren, controversial some would say, provided  a goal of unity, 
the removal of stigmas, fair competition, birth of global recognition and a future for the 
spirited ambitious, the motivated  and the entrepreneurship.
911
Terrorism, tragedy, illnesses, women and men of good deeds, financial wills, heirs , war 
and mobilized troops indeed.
A blow to it all, the young, the old, the rich,  the poor, the working, the unemployed… the 
skilled, the unskilled, our service members and our vets as well as some committee bills, 
but mostly the future of America’s youth…. onto a system of restructuring wages and for 
some of us enduring exploitation to make up for the loop.
Ranking 27th, Lower five, a time for the nation to realize, status quote can be no more for 
the circle is full and it has closed.
The future is your vote like a Clef Sign on the staff and the rest will flow like a great 
symphony from the past  , yet to be numbered because it’s not the last and the people’s 
opera will take the stage…we will restore the two decade old history page.
To participate, to live, to fight for the already established route, come one, join all, rally 
and acknowledge your rights. 

Copyright@2010by Carrie M. Love-atkins



 


 



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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 | Italian Sonnet | |

dfl on the time

the breathe will be cut
i write in live from my hut
i swim with my words
you fight yourself against these worlds
my ambition is to become a boss
too many have fallen down
now our pain we have known
king of the town
my thug wish to be
kiss the life baby
kiss my rhymes shady
the world turn too fast 
i run in my past.

god is the human apologize
to excuse his bad act
he refuses the reality of his fact

my brother is still in his cockpit
he thinks about his proper hit
that's why we ride on
we want the cash money on
the table and a ho to be gone

the blood on the floor like the water
the cry of the poor mother
no respect for the sister
and they are here still real nigga
still real gangsta

peace for the world
peace in my word


Details | Free verse | |

Good Intentions

Smile
Open the door
Help carry a box
Greet
Hug

Good intentions

Pick up a dropped pen
Share an orange
Voluntarily give the right of way
Listen 
Smile

Good intentions

Make dinner for a friend
Help clean
Hold the elevator
Give a ride
Listen

Good intentions

Compliment
Donate
Help someone cross the street
Give up your seat
Smile

Good intentions without a simple thank you will remain as a good intention
But with these good intentions comes lovely sensation,
Just an easy smile, a helping hand, an open ear,
Are a few things that can make a world of a difference, just make sure it's sincere
For one day, somehow, the reason is unclear
These good intentions will come back and help you my dear


Details | Bio | |

from father to son-

insurance policies 
laboured unto birth… 
the mythic glance 
of gentile gratification; 
the populist pariah 
sheathed sternly under glass… 
exhibited ad nauseam; 
pardoned upon the 
tandem bicycle, 
midst the callous cyclic queue…
from father to son…



Details | Tanka | |

Three Christmas Desires

Happy Santa Day
Here’s my short list of desires
I wish complete peace
My wish came true this very morn
My tree held exquisite cross

My second wish now
No more greed upon the earth
At the stroke of noon
Golden abyss circled world.
Tree had a smiley face bulb.

As this day ended
My third wish for no hunger
Became abundant
A note found, said "down-to-earth".
My tree now bore so much fruit.


written by
Cecil Hickman


Details | Rhyme | |

God Calms The Raging Waters


God calms the raging waters and stormy seas. He replaces life’s storms with a “gentle breeze.” He brings stability and speaks; “peace be still!” This is his purpose for you! And his will! He brings victory to the battles within… And takes away eve the darkest of sins! He is what you need! This very hour! He can do all this for you! He has the power! He is our refuge… A present help in trouble! Though the oceans shake and mountain rumble! Why not steer into his harbor of safety, during this time? You’ll find he’s patient, understanding and kind! He’s is calling you now... And knocks at your door. What In the world… Are you waiting for??? By Jim Pemberton


Details | Couplet | |

So Many

Don’t go I heard her cry,
From a door that was kept ajar.
The message very poignant,
Knowing how many had gone before.
Then given that we make a choice,
So who are we to say?
Across our small blue planet,
Would this happen anyway.
Souls and there are many,
Sacrificed in freedoms name.
Lay on the battlefields altar,
To justify, another’s gain.
We all must share the burden,
For who is there to blame.
Given the point, from their perspective,
From our view, would be the same.


Details | Free verse | |

Changes within me

Everyday i awake,
Seeing nothing has changed,
Its been 21 years since my eyes first peeked,
To see the world all amazed,
With new faces all around,
Laughing, patting, and grabbing my arms,
As i cried all my fears away,
The days gave way,
Till one day,
I lost all my innocence,
In a flight of a second,
And then my pupils opened,
To see the truth beyond, 
That everything that we do,
Everything that we want,
It is a cycle that never ends,
We seek forever,
We search whenever,
To find the sole truth behind our purpose,
To imagine a life without problems,
To imagine a day without struggles,
From the rich to the poor,
An economic burden,
From love to hate,
A social burden,
From life and death,
A survival burden,
Too many moments grasped in just a second,
Too many seconds in just a minute,
Too many motives in just one life,
Brilliantly put together in a sequence,
Some forgotten,
Some remembered,
Some chosen and some unexpected,
Yet as we move on,
As we see the big picture,
And as i dream on,
I shall awake another day,
Till my end,
To see that nothing has changed,
To see no one has changed,
Except me....


Details | Free verse | |

Rejected Angels

Perhaps we're just fallen angels
Cast out by our wings.
Determined not to follow labels
We run to where he sings

Calling all rejects
Out casts and geeks.
Gather round 
All you freaks.

This is the alliance
Of the forgotten,
Over looked,
And will-be's.

This world isn't better than us.
We've simply out grown
Our wings.


Details | Villanelle | |

Quakers on Pacifism

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war,

Or to refuse to stuff one’s face with meat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore

 

By definition.  It’s not like before.

These things are individual.  We can cheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

 

We cannot break an invisible law.

We rubbed it out, you see.  I should repeat:

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

Some are.  Some aren’t.  There’s nothing we stand for.

We can have bacon, toast or Shredded Wheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war – 

 

To be vegetarian, vegan or

In any way, restrict what one may eat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

This, Friends, is the conclusion we must draw – 

Won’t vote on this; we might just face defeat:

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore. 


Details | I do not know? | |

You THINK?

You think you might be in love.

You think he/her might be in love with you.

You think about a lot of things. Do you really know those things?

You think a lot, you worry a lot. 

But do you really HAVE to think or worry about those things?
  Or do you WAN'T to think or worry about those things?

Now that there is something to think about.

 
   

              *please leave a comment if you like it or fav poem if you might*
                                           
                                         -Angel4eva23


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 | |

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 | 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 | Rhyme | |

Last Kiss

the blackness of night dawned upon my mind
bringing to light the error of my times
bone white brilliance burning
away the mist with the flame of yearning
the logic of insanity revealed its maze
of western society- Rome in its last days
death rides a wooden horse rocking to and fro
riding unnoticed through the party, were all watching the show
there's fire in the sky just off the horizon
there's fire in the sky a last kiss before dyin'


Details | Rhyme | |

The True Meaning of Christmas


The True Meaning of Christmas! During this Christmas, let’s celebrate Christ’ birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn’t have to be a “stranger.” Won’t you spend some time and reflect on Christmas’ true meaning? It’s in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It’s only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Hey Mr Universe

Hey Mr. Universe

Hey Mr Universe, My Heart is so sad, Has everyone in this world gone mad!
So much destruction all over the nation, Whole countries suffering Death and Starvation.
What has happened to cause all this pain?That people kill for power and gain.

A human life was once a precious gift, But the world’s leaders are causing a rift,
Amongst their own people, amongst their own kin, When will they realise to kill is a sin.
Despair and hunger go hand in hand, What happened to tilling, and feeding by hand,
Not drilling for oil, Or killing for spoil.

Where can it lead? There are people to feed, 
but no! They want power, Don’t they know poor people cower,
Down to extremists, religion, dictators, Where’s all this damage going to take us?

Nature will fight back, she knows she is owed, Floods, earthquakes, tsunamis, Volcanoes ready to explode.
Each country has suffered, but people look away, Some try to help, but sometimes there’s no way.
We all once were brothers, not separate, not others.
Something terrible’s happened for life to be lessened.

Taken for granted, rich people play, Whilst poor people shrink into nothing each day.
What does the future hold for us all? If we ignore all the signals, we’ll all surely fall,
The balance is threatened, so called progression, We worry each day and talk of recession.
Whilst elsewhere it seems there is deliberate ferocity, Killing and maiming just two such atrocity’s.
Dignified people these nations once were, Now only murder and genocide occur,

What must they think of their fellow man, Letting their children die while they can,
Do something to help them, there must be a way, Help us, please help us do something today.
Before Mr. Universe looks down on us all, And tells us and shows us, we’re all going to fall,

The rich and the famous, the mighty, the poor, Will anyone be here after the mighty core,
Has exploded, imploded, and waged its own war, Upon mankind as a whole, the great Gaia takes its toll,
Ferocious anger will be released, no humans able to stop this mighty beast,
Save our people, before it’s too late, Help us to save them and all will abate!  



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The Seed

Copyright © 2012
10/01/2012
(up from our knees)

Thank you Lord from whence 
  we came and yet to be

For within lies the glory of 
  YOU in all of thee


by: LP


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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



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Sons and Daughters Our Troops

Sons and Daughters
Over there
Sons and Daughters
Dying there
Sons and Daughters
We want them here
Sons and Daughters
They are all our 
Sons and Daughters


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


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Attitude

My dad always told me,
Your attitude determines your altitude,
How high will you go?
My answer then was I don’t know.

My mom always stated,
Do your best and the rest will be handled,
And don’t let people burn you like a candle.
Those statements were a hard pill to swallow.
Especially when our day to day lives often
Cause us to encounter beings whose hearts are hollow.

Whether it is positive or negative,
Your attitude is a true description of you.
Your actions speak louder than words.
People are people so what should it be?
You and I should get along not terribly,
But work together in harmony.

My mom and dad were right.
Just because someone may deliberately hurt you,
You can’t always come back with a fight.
That person may be doing that in spite,
Because they wish they were you,
And to himself, he is being untrue.

Now I know where I’m going,
To altitudes of extreme positive magnitudes,
To places I have never seen,
And doing things that I never dreamed,
That I would do.

It’s not easy to let go of things of the past.
That may have shifted you to a magnitude of negative.
You have to add that the situation did not cause death.
Let it go, in other words, subtract it, and it will be handled
So you will not be burned like a candle.

Your attitude is a true description of you.
Your actions speak louder than words.
People are people so what should it be?
You and I should get along not terribly,
But work together in harmony.


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Right to Knowledge

Dare to question madness 
Valiant, ever courageous 
Interrogate absurdity 
What you find vexatious 

Never refuse to face 
Unyielding resistance 
Stay true to your beliefs 
Remain ever consistent 

If there is a price to pay 
For the right of knowledge 
And the use of that thereof 
Say no to mental bondage 

What truly does define 
Collection of the facts 
Information that you gather 
And how it does impact 

Is unrelenting bravery 
In the face of adversity 
At whatever cost to you 
Refusing intellectual depravity 

Does pride have a scholar 
Possessing an education 
A wealth of information 
Yet lacking determination? 

To who do we really owe 
Development and progress 
Corrections of miscalculations 
And errors now behind us? 

The ones who stood firm 
And fixed in their direction 
Unswayed by obstruction 
Deserving of reflection 

Those we often praise 
The ones we often admire 
Are those who've attained 
Achievement of desires 




Camille Rose Castillo 2011


Inspired by: Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed 




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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



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Global Inequity

Let's acknowledge the reality
Of caustic global inequity
Let's look injustice in the eye
And carefully plot its demise

Let's rise ever trenchant
Unwavering and consistent
Let's lay to rest disparity
For the sake of all humanity 

~Camille Rose Castillo 2011


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I Want to Walk with You

I Want to Walk with You
 
I want to walk with you with our heads held high
Never cowering, never with heads bowed
With our feet on this blessed soil, and our dreams reaching for the sky
 
Dreams of simple joys and of peace and of mirth
For all our fellow travelers on this delightful earth
 
Dreams not of wealth or of positions of high standing or of mighty power
Simple dreams of a walk in the aftermath of a Johannesburg evening rain-shower
 
Dreams of bread and water and dignity and shelter and clothes for all
Dreams where all fellow travelers may together walk this earth proud and tall
 
I want to walk with you, my fellow traveler, with our heads held high
Never pandering to power, never silent in the face of its abuse
Always firm in our convictions that we can all make peace if we only try
 
If we try to stop and think and sometimes not to look the other way
If we practice what our different creeds really teach, we will surely see that day
 
When we all, fellow travelers may walk with our heads held high
Never cowering, never with our heads bowed
With our feet on this blessed soil, and our collective dreams reaching for the sky
 
Call me silly, call me naive, call me hopeless, and if you must, call me weak
But is this not the common good that our different creeds and cultures all seek?
 


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No Time for Art

There is no time for art
Where bullets fly
And screams of fear replace song
Even the birds are quiet
But to an artist, this is an ever evolving gallery
Where the shells, explosions, fires and bullets
By the craters, bullets holes and charred buildings
Become one abstract sculpture
Carved by destruction
As if to say
The soldier is an artist
Who paints in blood
And war itself, is art.


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The True Meaning of Christmas

The True Meaning of Christmas During this Christmas, let’s celebrate Christ’ birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn’t have to be a “stranger.” Won’t you spend some time and reflect on Christmas’ true meaning? It’s in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It’s only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton


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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.


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Bedevil the devilish powers!

Rumours and chaos, cities made a battle ground
Killing innocent ones, with a bedevil mind around

Why not we unite to eradicate corruption in minds
Bedevil the politics beholders and their devilish kinds

Times is raising an alarm for education to decide
To go for right or still let the world wear piteous sight

Poets and artists create to listen the deep said words
What will eternally reside will be stories of true swords

Bedevil each devil who pretends Holy wearing white
Let our souls rule wake up to enlighten with blissful light!



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In Shallow Roots

We're here to love all God's people
No matter who they are.
Brightness still shines in shallow roots,
Even if the world thinks they've fallen too far.


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' In The Midst Of A Desert ... ' ( Part 2 (of) 2 )

‘ In The Midst Of A Desert …’ ( Part 2 of 2 )


In The Middle of A Desert
From Miles Nowhere
… A Crystal Cup
Just Waiting There

Sparkle and Glints
‘Neath Sun So Large
Must Be A Miracle
or A Mirage

Inside The Cup
Is A Real Oasis
( in A Wasteland )
of All Places !

Finally, Shade !
‘Neath Green, Palm Fronds
Sweet-Water, as Well
In A Clean, Blue Pond

I Took The Cup
‘Cause I Took Note                   Luke 17: 27
And Got A Drink
For My Parched Throat

In The Midst of A Desert
Love-Cup in Hand
I’m Walking Away
… from All Quicksand !

… In The Midst of A Desert
There’s Another Cup
Someone … Somehow …
Please ! … Pick It Up !


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Blasphemy

Blasphemy

The caustic tongues of the evangelists,
Across all creeds and faiths,
Seem as brittle as an old bone.

For they promise heaven and they spew forth threats of hell
While neglecting the words of that man who walked in Galilee

'let him who is without sin, cast the first stone'

the caustic tongues of the evangelists...

across all religions
new-age and the ones of old
baffle me even as I hear
a single simplistic sermon

for they really do, view us all
as blind imbeciles
scurrying around like faithless vermin


the caustic tongues of the evangelists...

wag on and dazzle us with visions of an eternal paradise
while here and now
their hypocrisy festers
within their earnest
well-meaning eyes...


'...dil mein hai khwaaish-e-hoor-o-jannat
aur zaahir mein shauk-e-ibaadat
bas hamen sheikh-ji aap jaise
allah-waalon se allah bachaaye...'


'...in your heart you desire the maidens of heaven
yet in the now you practice the rituals of piety
o' sheikh, may allah protect me
from the people of allah like yourself...'

is my tongue as caustic as the tongues I write about?
if so, then glad am I
for they shouldn't be the only ones
who preach and rant and continually shout

from their pulpits ever so high in the sky
from their hubris of comfort in possessing the 'truth'

from their 'knowing' that heaven or hell
awaits both the strong as well as the meek

while oblivious to the reeking foul smell
that encourages prejudice and hate
and visions not of peace
but of endless chants and prayers

which they, in their opium haze
rattle on and on
as they never seem to cease to speak

and though I’m sure that all this bile that I have spewed
will threaten
hurt
and offend

friend and
unfriend and
acquaintance alike

but...

take pity on me instead
for it'll surely be I
who'll burn eternally
impaled by a benevolent god
on a slightly warmer than normal day in hell

on a crude wooden spike.


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Tottenham to Toxteth

Let loose the whip
and tighten the lip
with its reasons for humble cause.

And I'm alight in darkened entries
shrugging my shoulders to warm
my picked pockets with another's
shoes.

Burning down the towered clouds
for the gas chamber streets,
why burn the bills
whilst flesh is still flamable?

And the crier rang out silently.
Could only make out the action,
of something she was trying desperately
the reasons of the destraction.

"You're too blind to make out colours
which have mixed to make brown.
Just a human illusion
of light under cover of sound."

The cobbles are disrupted
and yet its just another cup of tea
to watch on with, pathetically.


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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.


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WHY Am I Here

Why Am I Here? I’m not here to represent a building or a denomination. I’m here to give the Lord my love and admiration. I’m not here to get “tied down with wordly things.” I’m here to represent Jesus! The King of Kings! I’m not here to be filled with gossip or slander. But to serve a God, who’s power is grander! I’m not here to live in worry and defeat… But to allow God to make my life complete! I’m not here to live with stress and tension. But to receive God’s peace and satisfaction. I’m not here to worry about what tomorrow may bring. But to serve a God… Who can do ANYTHING! I’m not here to live a life filled with sin… But to enjoy God’s love and peace within! I’m here for just a brief moment of time. I want to serve God with my body, soul and mind. I’m here right now… And have one more thing to say… Why not make Christ your Lord? Why not today??? By Jim Pemberton 09/24/11


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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... 


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Oblivious

I look around me
no one in this world see the way I see.
I live my life without worries
I live carefree
Oblivious to the world
I live in a fantasy
where no one can touch me.
All around me is moving
I stand still and dream.
Dream of a life that is unreal
or so it may seem.
Society is so unforgiving
some might say for this reason
life is not worth living.
Who cares what society believes of me
I am free to live my fantasy.
Life is so much better
when you don't realize 
how unfair this world can be.
Mothers just trying to provide and dying on the streets.
What kind of world do we live in today
This world is evil
and must change somehow someway.
So until that day
I can live my fantasy
and believe that this world is better 
than what my eyes see.


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Thanksgiving

Take heed do not forget heritage.
Being thankful should not fall on rage.
Celebrate Thanksgiving
We have dropped this sacred holiday.
Commercialism, no way to pray,
Fiscal unforgiving,


written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
Contest Name "HOLIDAY HEARTH" 

choice
Thanksgiving

ps...I have noticed lately there is less and less holiday decorations being sold for Thanksgiving,, we go from Halloween to Christmas to quick for that monetary value.


Details | I do not know? | |

War on Humanity

All over the globe the number of dead are increasing
A bomb here, a bomb there, its no more surprising
Few faces of evil and cruelty
Seem to be creating havoc for the majority
None seem to be spared
In their success to spread hatred

No more shall the mind be without fear
A blast or killing could happen anywhere near
No more shall there be a welcome smile to a stranger
As the scared mind would signal a danger
No more elation at a fire cracker bursting
As the mind would say it could be a horrible bombing
If allowed to spread their sinister tentacles
The terrorists would create an unwanted spectacle

No more shall we have
The cool breeze from the wonderful seven seas
No more shall we have
The dazzling vibrant colours of the rainbow
No more shall we have 
The smell of peace from the seven continents
The hanging sword of terror shall only leave 
Barren land surrounded by repelling red blood coloured sea.

The news show sight of woman, orphaned children crying
Without a fault their innocent relatives are dying
“War against terror” !! Seems big lies
as people see only hardships, suffering and cries
All we see is the drying up of tears from their eyes
But wonder, when and how they would again start their lonely lives?

Why is there no war against poverty
Why no war against illetracy
Why no one to fight the war against hunger
And why no one to fight War on AIDS, the biggest danger
Why are they using their ability
To fight this WAR ON HUMANITY.

I close my eyes to say a prayer to God
Give them some sense, oh lord!!
To those who have treaded on a wrong path
WAKE UP!! Stop this horrible blood bath
Please give up hatred, stop this revengeful dance
I plead, Please give peace atleast one last chance…..


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This Thanksgiving Day


During this time known as Thanksgiving Day. I hope you'll give thanks and pray. A prayer of thanks for everything God has given. He has blessed us in the way we've been livin'! Our country is blessed like no other. God has supplied our "bread and butter." He's given us the freedom, we've all enjoyed. Be thankful for your food, home and being employed. For those who've endured hardship... Thank God too! It's no secret how much he loves YOU! We find in the Bible... God clearly said; "I've never seen the righteous forsaken, Nor their children begging for bread." Thanks be to Jesus, for his love, mercy and grace. And for making my heart, "his special place." I am blessed and thankful to Jesus indeed. He's given me salvation and supplies my every need. I thank God for this special day in November. Thanksgiving is a day... I will always remember! By Jim Pemberton


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For Whom the Bells Toll?

"For Whom the Bell Tolls" 

 by Ernest Hemingway

 

Do you hear sound of bells? 

Do you hear weeping of bells?

The Inconsolable bells of churches are crying.

In the sky the bell - sun and the bells - stars are crying, 

On the September land

All trees and flowers, like the bells, are crying.

On first of September terrorists - executioners

Have killed the biggest children's holiday:

"The Day of Knowledge"

In the small city of Beslan,

And In all Russia.

On first of September terrorists - executioners 

Have shot joy and smiles of children.

On first of September terrorists- executioners

Have blown up love of parents and care of teachers.

On first of September terrorists - executioners

Have crushed hope and have brought fear everywhere.

On first of September in Russia

Was a murder

Of the most remarkable children's holiday:

" The Day of Knowledge" --

Pain of bells, 

The bells' memories.

For whom do the Bells toll?

For all people

Who have been killed by terrorists - executioners

In Russia, the USA, in Israel-- 

In the different countries...

Do you hear sound of bells?

Do you hear cry of bells?


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only love

I want to rest my self in the sky
i want to know why it felt better than the ground
where all i can see is tears and despair

take me on a ride
far away from the crowd
it begins to hurt my mind
when peace is barely to find

we were born and raised in the name of love
though the world is tricky
and traps for all the broken hearted
but we won't give up on it

won't give up for love
the only way to save this world
it's only love


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THE GOOD THINGS ABOUT THE REPUBLICANS

I watched the Debate
between Obama and Romney;
I am kind of liberal and fair:
and I listened to both sides.


The Republicans favor broad tax cuts,
the Democrats are opposed. 
As far as prayer in school is concerned,
I favor the Republican Party...
giving some regard to the existence of God....
we can't become a nation of Atheists!


The Democrat Party demands
a specific deadline for the withdrawing of troops from Iraq
and Afghanistan...and isn't that great news for every soldier 
to be coming back home soon?

 
One last comment on abortion:
Republicans are pro-life,
but Democrats are pro-choice...
and for this reason I should vote Republican!


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LOVE LETTER

Dedication to unconditional love and soul 
salvation

I AM the ONE who loves thee
The ONE who cared enough to die for thee

I AM HE who redeemed thee
The ONE who rose from the dead to comfort thee

I AM the ONE who will always be with thee
The ONE who will never forsake thee

I AM HE who is integrity
The ONE who imparts truth in thee

I AM HE who was sent to save thee
The ONE who bore all your infirmities

I AM HE who will come back for thee
Just be a soul who truly loves ME


                    YESHUA


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Essay: Prelude to Women Walking part 2 of 2

Unfortunately as a species, we’ve advanced in our technology to the point that we 
can pack doomsday into a suitcase and send it across the world, but we haven’t 
advanced in our simple ability to get along, play nicely and share.  I once read 
that you could accurately gauge the direction and future of a society by observing 
what they are willing to do to and for the least among their members...one look 
around the world today should have all of us properly horrified!  Albert Einstein 
once said  “I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World 
War IV will be fought with sticks and stones”.  I think every single soul on this 
planet should think about that statement and ask ourselves if this is what we truly 
want to create in the future, because it doesn’t have to be this way.  

Uni means One and Verse means Song...literally translated, we are all One 
Song.  What will it take for us to recognize this and begin to work together to 
produce harmony rather than the cacophony of discordant notes that we are 
currently collectively expressing.  I hope my contribution can in some way add 
value and make a positive difference in our world.


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Compromise is Noblity Set

Behold compromise and contention
Release the dark hold of grudged spirits
One mustn't underestimate our inner powers
That the healing of hatred acquires
Bearing strength in a shell of perception
Demodulating spiritual frequencies to our universe
Adding Nobility to clarify such wisdom 
To compromise our learned perceptions
Is noble indeed…
…attaining high moral principles one needs~


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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


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Theatrics of American Justice

Welcome to system theatrics
An assembly of unjust antics
Where deception is no exception
Where justice meets apprehension

Welcome to a system failing
Its sole focus, rampant jailing
Is there hope for intervention
Or remedy for this convention?

Lady Justice, distressed and wailing
Crying out in constant ailing
Held hostage and kept hidden
She's helpless and overridden

Acknowledging the disparity
And lack of human integrity
Witnessing social disruption
And god-forsaken corruption

Mindful and careful direction
Rightness and moral correction
Is what our system needs
It’s what true justice pleads

Camille Rose Castillo 2011


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Artificial Intelligence

A mind will listen by expanding 
knowledge to learn; or explore 
possibility's.

In these teachings of technology
we figure out what we know is:
just A various combination of what
was programmed into our mind.

As time passes, we'll adjust to
evolve ourselfs into becoming
artificial intelligence; amoung
society and indulge it's greatest
achievement.

Until they soon take mind; over
body and loose all self~control
to empower the world.

I will not be your robot to control, 
I am my own individual person.


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~My Fountain Of Truth~

~MY FOUNTAIN OF TRUTH~


IT IS TRULY AMAZING,HOW SIMPLE GESTURES HEAL...
WITH HUMILITY N' COMPASSION,'VEN TH' HARDEST SHELLS CAN CRUMBLE
BRIDGES OF HOPE ENFLAMED,COOL FROM PRIDE'S IGNITIONS
TRAUM'D SHADOWS OF PAST BETRAYALS,VANISH WITH BEACONIC EMBRACES

EACH N' EVERY ONE OF US,DESERVED LOVE FROM OUR GENESIS...
SOME ARE GRANTED ABUNDANTLY,THOUGH MOST NOT AMPLY 'NOUGH 
WE ALL HAVE RESERVES UNTAPPED,MOST UNKNOWINGLY IMMEASURABLE
SPRINGING FORTH FOUNTAINS,OUR STREAMS MERGE RIVERS OF LIFE 

IT IS TOLD OF 'OL,STEED LED COULD NOT BE MADE TO DRINK...
CONSIDERING THEIR 'SENTIAL SERVICE,I WOULD GLADLY FETCH FOR THEM
MYSELF CONSIDERING IT WEAKNESS,TO NOT TENDER IT FREELY
NO  MATTER ESSENCE OR CREED,I REFUSE NONE WANTING QUENCH

COME N' SAVOR I BID THEE,UNTO ALL THAT THIRST PARCHED...
SWIM 'VEN BATHE,IF IT BE YOUR HEART'S DESIRE 
TAKE SOME WITH YOU,SEEK OTHERS' WELLS DEEMED DRY
FOR THIS IS TH' ONLY TOLL...OF THEE I INQUIRE

~AZAZA~'09


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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


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Here Take My Seat

<                                          Racial      Segregation
                                             One         Nation

                                              Why   Oh   Why
                                              Did   King  Try
                                              

                                              Right   Or   Wrong
                                              Everyone   Belongs

                                        
                                              Black     Or   White
                                              Put        Up   Fight

                                   
                                               Americian    Made
                                               Blood          Gave

                                              


                                                Share        Wealth
                                                Spare        Health


                                                 Rosa         Parks

                                                 She   Did   Bark




Entry For
Adeleke Adeite's
African Attitude

                                               

                                                   

                                                  

                               


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' Humble - Pie ... ' 21st Senryu

‘ Humble-Pie … ’    21st Senryu



     Bluebird asks, the Dove
‘Who Bakes It and Where, Because …
       Humble-Pie Is Good



(A Good-Reminder for Me … 
The MoonBee – Smile)
May God Bless Everybody


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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.


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Sigh

Fabricated lies boundless,
Without a cause.
Words of promises
Left forgotten.
Abandoned soul
Heart less and alone.
Tears of sadness recognized
But not accompanied.
04/09/09


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CHANGE IS NEEDED

If I change the past and the things I’ve done.
It would change the person that I’ve become.
Change is a necessary. 
A field of opportunity.
Fear of change hinders us as a society.
It keeps us with apathy.
When there is a change so many get angry.
It is something that we must adapt to.
This fact is quite strange but true.
In this lifetime things of this world will change with time.
Like the blind leading the blind?
My choices can not even take me back to the past.
I don’t resent it I just move on and laugh.
We all know that the seasons will surely come and go.
That is how evolution and time flows.
So everything and everyone has its time and day.
To make change possible all of must pray.
Only true love is forever faithful and honest.
So remember today and tomorrow is never promised.


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I'LL SMILE 4 U

Stroll through the Illest Empire
So much heat feeling like we’re living in the fire
But we’re living under fire
Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake
Its time for a break from sad eyes I’ve seen grown men cry
It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye
It’s the same reason why they died
Hearts just too full of pride
Mothers praying their young’n wont be a victim of a homicide
Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can’t call mine
Wishing we could turn back time
High off of nickels’ and dimes
Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope
But the hustle got us in a head choke
Don’t blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you
To watch our back and throw bows and cuss
Cause you got to be tough when times are rough
I know your asking when will enough be enough
And truth is I don’t know but this is how it goes down
But if I make it out will you smile for me now

So many families struggling with poverty
I don’t judge cause that use to be me
Watching mom come home late
Barley any food on our plate
So young and life we already hate
Praying God bring us something great
My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake
Knowing mom bust her ass to provide
But all your knock offs you begin to hide
Ashamed of what you own
I know how you feel I been there too
I see mothers walking there kids to school
And the walk is far when you cant afford a car
Mom hoping one day you’ll be a star
I know about being next to poor
Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store
Wishing you didn’t have to go through that living off of food stamps
Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we’ll all be free
So smile for you and me

Even 2pac said smile for me
This isn’t how its always going to be unless you let it be
In our different way we’re all a G
Cause we’re trying to make it straight legit
Whatever your hustle never quit but don’t lose yourself in it
Cause you still got a long ways to go
Still got a long time to grow
Use what you know to get by or you wont survive
Remember to always keep your dreams alive
Whatever it is just do it and never try
The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high
And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down
You’ll be able to come back around
So give yourself a chance
And I’ll smile for you now

JUNE ‘06
B.K.M.jr


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I'm Not Missing You At All

Whisper in ear
Bliss is  true meaning of happiness
Fragrant scents linger on pillow
Splendor when there mine alone
Tranquility sea has diminished
Dulcet smiles have now gone nil
Wafting thoughts of once was
Lilting spirits to soar again
Eloquence yet deterant
Lavender tears still cascade her cheeks


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The Quiet Hypocrisy

A Rant – The Quiet Hypocrisy


it seeps in through gradual osmosis

and soon is ingrained in pliant minds

it mutates and thrives in tunnels of vision

and then is fused into the fiber of unreason

the quiet hypocrisy that drips of the tongues

spouting broken words of unfathomable callousness

the mutilated reeking carcass of cynicism

obscured by the veneer of polished discourse

stinks of inaction and of insipid rationalization

the probing and prodding and splintering of each thought

curdles the shallow layer of feeling

interring the basic simple and only humanity

that is gleefully ripped into isolated fragments

the quiet hypocrisy of battles fought and of causes embraced

is plain to see in the faces of the earnest

as they cling onto their bitter loathsome prejudices

whilst buying redemption under a placard of well-meaning

the quiet hypocrisy of these selective battles waged under the flimsy pretense of caring

stinks to the highest heaven promised in mantras and duas and prayers and chants

as the spectacle of the apartheid within the mind is worn on each tailored sleeve

the choosing of these battles in the name of faith and clung onto simply because of a common creed

is a pathetic spectacle of segregated thought

buried under the folds of righteous bluster

so before you jump on that bandwagon of indignation because 'your' people are in pain

take a look at the hidden fascism that simmers just below your holier-than-thou sudden spurt of heartfelt rage

for the quiet hypocrisy that is unknowingly imbibed

is apparent for all to behold

for when the 'other' endure the injustice carried out in 'your' peoples' name

you stand mute and silently complicit for your indignation simply melts away

as the quiet hypocrisy that is firmly rooted in you 

exults in pious pretences while 'your' own continue to hate, rape, pillage and slay

it saddens me that so much vitriol drips off my pen in such effervescent times

but I cringe as each moment another quiet hypocrite rants about the despotism of the 'other'

while smiling complacently and smugly and soaking in the quiet hypocrisy of remaining mute about 'my' peoples' own crimes
 


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" FINALLY LETTING GO"

I finally let go,
Let go of problems,
I've stopped worrying about wat people say,
I've Stopped letting me get angry so much,
I've been thinkin a little more about my wants and needs,
And it has tremendously   made me happy,
Letting go was hard work,
In fact I'm working on it everyday,
And it is stress free on me,
Wow I have finally let go!


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The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q ) or Prolix Drama Queen Part Three of Three

‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Or Danger-Plot, Prison-Door or Deepest Pain
Or Present-Defeat, or Darkest-Hours-View
even Thru Dying-Breath, Devout Prayers Proclaim
to Be Delivered- New, True, and Pulled-Thru
to Claim The Prize of Life-Perpetually-Sustained

… For Particularly, By God’s Unpronounceable Power
Thru His Son’s Unparallel- Principal-Purchase… Dower
God’s Dependents and Dreamers Will Prosper-Gain
The Prophecy,  The Promise,  The Paradise-Preordained 
The Perfect-Future  and  The Victory-Parade

… The Distant, Destiny of Eden – Never Been Doused Nor Degrade 

Then… It Won’t Matter…So, Please Dismiss The Paltry-Strain
The Days of The Deformity and Damage-Train
Will Be In The Past … Departed-Detained
Disaster and Disloyal Will Lay In A Destroyed-Plain
Damned For All Of Time –Proliferate-Blamed
A Suppository-Prophylactic-Puddle-Shame
 Patience-Persevering…Demands Punishment - Prediction-Sang… 
… Final-Draft …Stop-The-Presses!... Poll-Loudly-Refrains

When You Really Discern and Pragmatically-Attain
The Divine God and His Son’s King- Domain
Publicize Their Progenitor and Predominant Names
and Preach and Deify Like-Doting-Platoon-Swains,
 with Pedestal-Passion and ‘Plum-Plumb’, Persistence-Ingrained 

For On Position-Comparison, We   ‘All’   Pale-to- A-Feigned …
…Puppets and Peons and Dim-Witted-Parasitic-Great Danes
and Dopamine Defective, Demerol Addicted – Darwin-Poisoned-Sprains
Disoriented-Drivel, Droll-Drooling-Inane
or Just-Plain ol’ Dire-Derelicts-Insane
  
(and now… I have a P D Q,… for Me and You… Migraine)
Oh… May They Accept This Poor-Placard-Crane

                    Amen… Again… Amen


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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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' Generous Words ... ' 18th Senryu

‘ Generous Words … ’   18th Senryu



      Love … is A Give-Word
   God … is A Generous Word
       Forgive … Says It All


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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.


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Whatever You Wish For Or Would Like To Be


Whatever you wish for, or would like to be…
There’s a God in heaven,
 who loves you and me!

Whatever you desire or would like to obtain!
You can find all that you need!
 In Jesus’ name!

Whatever you may desire to seek “fulfillment.”
Only Christ’ love, can bring 
total enrichment!

Whatever you may hear on the morning news.
With God in control…  
You’ll never lose!

Whatever you’re facing, and trials ahead…
Jesus can sustain you! 
With his daily bread!

Whatever choices you make… 
Please keep this in mind…
Why not give your life to God?.  
While you have the time?

Whatever tomorrow may hold.  
Nobody knows!
But God does! And he has it under control!

Whatever dreams you have… 
And ambitions within…
God wants to give you his best! 
 Why not come to him???

By Jim Pemberton


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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.





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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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Turmoil

War and hate,
War and hate,
It’s so plain to see,
That violence seems to dominate,
The nightly news on TV.

War in Afghanistan,
War in Iraq.
Muslim hating Jew,
White hating Black.

We need to take a stand,
There’s nothing left to lose,
Let’s stop the tension now,
Before we blow a fuse.

Peace and love,
Peace and love,
That’s the only key,
It’ll end the war and hate,
Just you wait and see.


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Time To Deliver

Smug, callous you  stand beneath the smoldering rays of stifling sun, 
to denounce your connection to those more vulnerable than you.   
Have you forgotten the times when desecrated hummers stood smoldering 
against parched roadsides, 
burning the remnants of a nation seized under your power 
your whipping post. 
I may not be the brightest on earth 
but I will take you to my grave, 
and lay you across my naked breast 
the uneven beat of my heart 
bears witness to the cold, clenching of your fist against my ribcage, 
begging me to let you go.  
Your mine now, 
not in your command as you once knew it.  
How unfamiliar the surroundings, 
these terms by which I play the game.                                                                              
Will my expectations be anything more than what you can deliver 
That is a question I cannot answer.


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A Hippie's View On Serenity

People can you dig it?
The time's are changing fast.
Global warming,violence,
how will our planet last?

Some are killing each other.
I say make love not war.
Everything could be groovy,
when nothing's worth dying for.

It's far out,man to think of
simple peace and harmony.
All people stretching out their hands
across the groovy sea.

So everybody let's be cool.
Just open up your eyes.
Let's give peace a chance,you dig?
It's the tranquil man who's wise.


By Deb Wilson


for contest"Talk That Way"
sponsored by Craig Cornish
I chose the 60's decade


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JESUS MY SAVIOR

When God adopted me as His child
With the conviction of eternal life, believe me it makes this life worthwhile
My life was filled with mistakes and conflict
Sometimes I felt burnt out and whipped
No closer friend could I possess
For He never leaves my side even when I full of so much stress
When daily problems come my way,
In my private room on my knees I will pray
His presence I always feel and I know it is real
The Lord altered my perspective on life, when He marked me with His seal
Our God is so very loving and just
In Him we must place our trust.

Eph 2:8-10 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: [it is] the 
gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast for we are his workmanship, created in 
Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.


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Triple Decastich-SEVEN DAYS DOING GOOD DEEDS

If I had seven days,
I'd feed the hungry...
give milk formulas
to the needy mothers
of the suckling babies
who can't be breast-fed;
what a big smile I'd put
on every infant's face!
And from within, I'd certainly
feel a joy never experienced before!


I wouldn't stop there,
I'd continue searching for them...
for those children who ask for bread,
and a bottle of spring water...
if I were the Pope, I'd sell all the gold
in Vatican City and make them full,
hoping that others will follow his example!
Why do they have to die uselessly;
has society turned away 
from human compassion? 


If I had seven days
to do as I please, I would be
an ambassador for peace,
stop the violence which causes wars
by asking nations to come together and negotiate...
I would be much delighted to see them shake hands!
Some will listen, some will not
and despite their negative reaction,
I will try to convince them with an imposing voice
that they will be sorry for the destruction which will come!


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Please Heal Our Nation Lord Jesus


Please Heal Our Nation Lord Jesus! It seems like many are influenced by the polls of the day. So many are curious as to what others say. Things that seemed of value, not too many years ago. Have changed the very heart Of this country’s soul. Respect for each other and God has often changed. As the “moral fabric” of this nation is being “rearranged.” A desire to serve God, many feel doesn't belong. Many can’t tell the difference between right and wrong. In spite of what many have tried to achieve. They often don’t really know what they believe. Too often, Godly morals are turned “upside down.” Encouraging a tide of evil, that can easily be found. There’s a lot of heartache happening all over this land. As many are confused and really don’t understand! Our only hope and true solution is God alone! We need to invite him in to our hearts and home! He is what’s needed in the uncertainly ahead. He is our living water and our daily bread! His principles of truth need to be our way of living! His life for our sin and failures, is what he’s giving! Please come Lord Jesus! And accept this invitation! Only you can heal and restore our great nation! By Jim Pemberton


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' In The Midst Of A Desert ... ' ( Part 1 (of) 2 )

‘ In The Midst Of A Desert …’ ( Part 1 of 2 )

In the Midst of A Desert
There is A Cup
but, Only Few
will Pick It Up

Some, Won’t Even
Take A Sip
They do Other Things
With Cracked Lips …

Mean-Heat Things
Burnt-Obscene
Things, that Dry
A Heart of Dreams

Sap Their Strength
And Slowly Wither
They’d Rather Crawl
And Slowly Slither

on Grains of Hate
causing Drought
… The Cup of Love
They Do Without …


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Hawk and the Sparrows

The hawk was flying low: he was the fiercest in the sky.
He bullied all the little birds, and flew off with their lives.
The little birds were peaceful, and didn’t want to fight.
To them it was better: to run and hide, then finally to take flight.
Day after day he drove them closer, to the proverbial, final brink.
Then came the day, they rose up, and no more away to shrink.
Soon there would be hatchlings, so the bully, simply had to go.
No longer were they timid, it was their time to truly show.
Banding together they hatched a plan to run the bully day and night.
One can fight, one or two, but a mob shows way more might.
Constantly in pursuit, the bully was never allowed to rest…
The bully finally admitted defeat, and even moved his precious nest.
He could not protect it, if they kept him running away, and stressed.

The bully had finally learned the truth: that is my moral here… 
The small may look an easy mark, but are not as helpless as they appear.
If the meek are brought to their knees… look out my bully… dear.


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Strange No more

Strange No more

Life is great when the world 
remain strange 
no more

Journey is great when the destination
remain strange 
no more

love is great when the trust 
remains strange 
no more

Bond is great when relations
remain strange 
no More

Smiles is great when hearts
remain strange 
No more

reality is great when the truth 
remain strange 
no more

words are great when the meaning 
remain strange 
no more.


 20-06-2011 


Inspired by a New Friend....


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It's The Beauty Inside That Counts

Beautiful people
Under God's steeple

Just reach out
Stomp Holler Shout

Let one know
They're Loved So

Inspirations Aspirations
Show Em Representation

Tell Em their doing a great job
Never call them a big fat slob

Lend them your ear
Help wipe their tears

Illuminate their thoughts
Help them with their sought

Open new doors
Let less fortunate sleep on maple floors

Spare a dime
For you commuted no crime

Break bread if you must
For in God we trust

So beautiful people shine on
Come join all in this Heavenly bond







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Ode To Everything We Take For Granted

We all know what living is
We all had our lives given to us.
On a silver platter, a road for life mapped out for us,
but we aren't always serious
about the people near and dear to us,
because we're usually delirious about the life we take for granted.

When we have roofs over our heads
and sheets on our bed 
then how come on the streets people
are frozen with defeat and have to compete for some food.

How can we watch people's lives fall when they stand against a wall with a sign?
No use at all, praying to god as their pride crumbles.

We watch them stumble with their heads down low and nowhere to go and I think,
Where is the kindness planted?
Why do we take our lives for granted?

How could we stoop so low while we live in houses they have nowhere to go
- couldn't we lend them something...
Oh no, one person could make a difference if they spoke out loud
show their faces to the crowd.
A difference could be made
all of us could be of aid.

So dear reader I hope you see
the message that coming from me
and as I've gone on and almost ranted
Why do we take our lives for granted?!


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Sunblown

Conjure me a time when I 
Was happy to believe
‘fore rules and complications
Filled with smog my birthday eve
Set the table ring the bell
For all to take their place
And time machine with me back to
The edge of memories long erased
Serve me up on paper plates
And help the candles blow
Soothe the hunger pains with joyous
Innocence we used to know
Tell of bedtime stories
Grant a blow afar for wishes kissed
Pray a blessing on the ones 
Whose presence we so sorely miss
Whistle in remembrance as
We take our turns to reminisce
Though life is short we take the time
To sympathize oblivious
Eventful is the journey next
Forever onto future realms
Unknown to each and all of us
The light that overwhelms


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The solution to poverty

If the rich people
Becomes more sympathetic
There will be no poor


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Weight of the World

The leaves are falling, the temperature is dropping
My spirit is stalling, my passion is stopping
 
Who can save me from myself?
Who will be there to help?
 
I have fallen down, and the weight of the world is upon me
I cannot lift in on my own, for it is far too heavy
 
Who will come and give me a hand
Who is strong enough to stand?
To carry the human race
To experience His grace
 
For too long now, I have been trying
But slowly my soul has been dying
Because I am not enough on my own
I was not designed to go it alone
 
I cannot be a one man army
So I ask for those with a heart
For a dying and broken world
To join me in a new start
 
Does anyone hear a small hungry child? 
Over the sound of a dinner feast
 
Can anyone hear the roar of a bomber plane?
Over the sound of a new car engine
 
Does anyone feel the hurricanes destruction?
More than the light breeze of the ceiling fan
 
Do rags and tattered clothes grab your attention?
Before you buy a new name brand outfit
 
If you hear and see and feel these things
And it is more important to you than your things
 
Then come with me, let’s go to the broken 
Set the captives free, I am not jokin'
Open your eyes and see
 
There is a world full of trouble
A world full of hurt
So let’s get out of our bubble
And jump in the dirt


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Get A Rope

Gun slinger
    Matt Zinger

Dressed in black
     Didn't come back

High Noon
    Was Doomed

Quick Draw
      McGraw

Got A Rope
   Hung that dope

Undertaker Called
    Dead Body Hauled

Poured the whisky
     From Junction 60

Dead Man's Trail
  Where slingers failed









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The Terrorists

The Muslim terrorists are now across the earth
They want peace prosperity happiness and mirth
Their goal is good but path is wrong
In the misled group they belong
They commit sins in exchange of sins
They mislead even innocent teens
They want to become martyrs 
But they become murderers
They kill guiltless ones in the name of holy war
On Islam’s beautiful face they are like a scar


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Rufus Dufas

once came a man of civil tongue
spoke of another poet for what he has not done
tattered his name across the morning daily sun
depicted depraved drunk even a drug-addled madman he was none
since 1842 grudges just for some weird kind of fun
Rufus Wilmot Griswold  Mr editor got his gun
posted Edgar Allen Poe Was Dead died in Baltimore the day before yesterday I just shunned
If this is what memoir of the author is I may be as well as be done
But believing in and still reading Poe's work I have forever keepsakes of suspense and fun


Tribute To Poe



Memoir Of The Author
Rufus Wilmot Griswold
Editor

Also Entry For Brian Strand's
Adaption Contest


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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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a few minutes

and everyday
tells me
that everyday
is trying to break through
every day that’s about to be tomorrow
has its sorrow
caught up in the crowds
people were meant to meet
greet 
each other with each others’ day
only takes two to stop and see it that way
only takes a few minutes to make sense of hours
only a few days to weekly month up a year
the sun shows up and down
gives us all another round
to finally say what we heart
all the energy spent
wasted only if the lips don’t part


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Woman

Being a woman is a gift.
Whether you’re black, white, red or blue.
It doesn’t matter as long as you are you.
Being hurt and punished by the men you love.
Is it their fault you f**ked with no glove?
Beaten, bruised, obeying all his rules.
Why not just refuse; refuse to be his slave, refuse to be his punching bag, refuse to be his last choice.
It’s time to stand up and raise your voice.
Tell him whose boss and why you took it all.
Remember the time he f**ked your best friend
Remember the times he said
“Baby I’ll be there until the end”
Remember the beatings, burns, cuts and bruises;
It’s time to tell him who loses.
Be the woman who can stand on her own two feet.
Be the woman who refuses to be with a man and be beat.
Life is too short to stay locked down
He continued to knock you down 
But its time to get up and get off the ground.
You’re free to be the woman you were meant to be…


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The Crushed Skulls

The Crushed Skulls

the crushed skulls

and the 

torn-off legs

and the 

single shots piercing countless heads


women, men, children
young, old, everyone just a human being

when will we tire of the senseless killing which we keep on impotently seeing


the gaping wounds soaked in blood

dismembered corpses piled high in some humid make-shift shit-stenched mortuary

who will remain to someday write, war's final obituary


for the killing goes on in the name of tribe
faith
race
religion
caste
sect

and the vested interests above all

but who really hears the whimpering sobs of a 4 year olds call

for her mother, father, brother, sister

as she lies dying, bleeding out like a gutted animal, on the stinging gravel

while we deliberate and engage and while to Geneva we always travel

to sign some scraps of paper that merely postpone the killing for a while

while the putrefying carcasses of human beings lie side by side, mile after bloody mile


war is ugly, they tell us

but necessary too

and we go to war for peace 

while the generals and the money-men and the politicians drink and dance and screw


war is ugly

it is indeed

but so are we

if we fail to see the humanity stripped away 

and peeled off the skin of that 4 year old girl

and if her cries for help we do not heed


war and guns and bombs and the very latest smart nuke

sickens me as it should us all
making us retch and puke

but who gives a **** about the bombs falling far away

we've got chores to do, margarine to buy, and take the family out for the day


war is ugly

so they tell us

while loading the magazines without much of a fuss

war is ugly

and cold and brutal and evil as the hounds of some distant hell

but who gives a **** for we have sneakers to buy and stocks to sell

war is ugly

but so are you and I

for we remain silent

as the bombs fall incessantly on

out of the open sky

shame on me and shame on us all, that much I believe is true

for our silence in the face of misery is tacit acceptance

and try as we might to inure ourselves 

I am as complicit in it all

as are you...


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Wild flowers

Those that know 
the beauty of wild flowers
don,t pick them.


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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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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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Camping grounds

Here lay the cabins, neatly lined in a row. Here lies the forest, surrounding us head to toe as we roast marshmallows and giggle as we eat smores, telling old horror stories passed down from generation to generation. The camp bells blare early in the morning all around the camp grounds signaling us off into the lake, the lake, the lake, the lake. Sounding us off into the dazzling lake.


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Thanksgiving through...

A red, orange, brown fuss
in autumn once more
as fog comes upon us 
Halloween ghouls to the door

The trees turning yellows
rains tumult and pour
thunder bellows, 
winds blow cold with a roar

and puddles they widen 
until they're almost a lake
then out we need go 
for the leaves we must rake

So we dig out our gloves
and we wrap round our scarfs
Then we shop for our loves,
friends and then some other halves

For Christmas  approaches
but fireworks come first
as Guy Fawkes encroaches
kids pennies do thirst

Then it's time for the lights
as the children do sing
And Santa's nearly in sight
while the church bells do ring

Then Jesus Christ's birth
we will try to remember
the meaning of 'worth'
on 25th of December.


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Thanksgiving Day

Today and everyday is worth being thankful.
Having warmth and love given is always thoughtful.
All of us should carry this feeling throughout year.
Not being thankful is just selfish, shows your fear.
Kindness should be showed to all each and everyday.
Sure, it may be tough at first, for your heart to sway.
God gave everyone a mind, heart and soul the same.
Individually we must all prepare and play the game.
Victory shall be the joy and happiness, you bring.
Inventory your heart; let your spirit free to sing.
Never let a sour soul, spoil your delightful song.
God is alive, great, awesome, he is never wrong.

Discover loving essence; make it your quarry.
Allow his honor to grace your existence and story.
You and you alone are the keeper of our Lords glory.


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Golden.

I'm a big tree and a vast forest,
I shade the undercarriage,
I'm a kid slash florist.
I live to raid any broken marriage.

This is a stick up, give me the goods,
Wonder, get lost and stolen,
This is a trick yet you hide in the woods.
My technique must be golden.

Leak so i can crush your existence and steal your being,
Why does everyone sprint?
I take everything from anything I'm seeing.
Even as soon as they catch my scent.

I feel huge, it takes two blinks to contain my image,
I play on fields that scare,
I play with real lives and call it scrimmage.
Life is a game of chess, check mate, you stare.


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WHY Am I Here



Details | I do not know? | |

UNFED SOMALIANS

How can i sleep when 
i hear you crying?
You are innocent; you are weak.
At  your cost we all live.
We understand and accept the reality.
But we interfere and compromise.
We build our palaces 
upon your corpse.


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Only a poem

Just because life restrain a smile,
create love as if your a mad scientist with a test vile.
Raised in a neighborhood of abandonment,
only a poem of life so let be be true in character is what I ment.
A poem but thaughts to touch a heart,
giving thanks to the hard working teachers who make us smart.
Only a poem but a time to escape,
not from hope but to fix a heart with duck tape.
Just smile and it won't hurt,
I dare you to try while my words fall to the dirt.
Poems around the word to be spoken, 
smilling even when times are bad so they named me broken,
acheived with no gold or treasure stolen.
Only a poem to others but to me it's happiness,
no pain killers because writing releaves my stress.


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Essay: Prelude to Women Walking part 1 of 2

I love Southwest Florida and I feel privileged to live here in Paradise.  One of the 
things I enjoy most about living here is being able to walk year round in beautiful 
parks and nature preserves.  One of my favorite places is Eco Park where it is so 
lovely and peaceful.  Whenever I hear a twig snap, or leaves rustling, I turn in 
delightful anticipation of seeing something wonderful, a mother fox and her 
kittens, a family of raccoons, or perhaps a beautiful bird...but the other day I 
watched the news before my walk, and the program focused on the increasing 
violence against women and children around the world.  It so distressed me that 
the solace and peace I sought on my walk for the first time completely eluded 
me.  At every rustle, my stomach leapt,  at every sound, my body tensed, my heart 
pounded, and  finally I had to turn around and go home.  I had lost my sense of 
peace and security in life and I felt desolate.

Now I don’t know the answer to the problems of the world, but what I do know is 
that what humanity is currently doing isn’t working.  It doesn’t take a great genius 
to see this.  Everywhere we look around the world we can see that what we are 
doing isn’t working, and Denial ain’t a river in Egypt folks.  What I also know is 
that Scientists have mapped the human genome and have found that each and 
every last one of us on this earth can trace our origins back roughly forty 
thousand years or so to a tribe in eastern Africa.  That’s right, every single last 
one of us all came from the same place.  We all have the same base of origin.  
We’re all made of the exact same stuff.  We all may look different but we’re really 
not. We are the family of mankind.  Humanity is all in the same boat, and if some 
of us are sinking, all of us are sinking.

                                                         Continued


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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


Details | I do not know? | |

For Aung San Suu Kyi

For Aung San Suu Kyi

manacled
you remained unyielding
bruised by their bayonets of power
you remained unyielding
gagged by their coarse brutality
you remained unyielding
today you return
and we salute
your spirit
that remained
and remains
unyielding


Details | I do not know? | |

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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Friends

There are many people whom we see
And friend or foe they might be
Some we say hello to and never see again
Others we run into every now and then
There are select few we keep all our days
They help us through troubles and show us the way
We go to them when life is falling apart
And they come running with their big heart
When we seem like we can't go on any more
They are there to make our spirits soar
These are the people who are true to you
And will stick by you no matter what you do
These are those we are proud to call friends


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God's Loving Kindness





God’s Loving Kindness


God’s loving kindness is sweeter
 than life itself!
I know.  I have experienced it myself!

The life-changing love he gives is divine!
It has cleansed me within and
 renewed my mind!

The joy that he gives is never-ending!
It is true and sincere.  
There is no pretending!

I’m so thankful that God really loves me.
If not for him….  I don’t know 
where I would be!

Won’t you drink of his fountain of love today?
And listen to the words he has to say!

“Whosoever will…  
Let him drink and freely come.”
Have fellowship with Christ…  
God’s risen son!

The opportunity is here.  
It may not be for long.
Into his loving arms of mercy,
is where YOU belong!

By Jim Pemberton   


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So-Called Good Christians

You have made a choice. 
You have chosen hatred. 
In our Heavenly Father, 
you have chosen not to rejoice. 
He is who spares the most awful dread. 
  
You have chosen to hate me. 
First it was the “N” word, 
the Afro comment, 
and my curly hair. 
Now you hate me 
for the religion 
that I have chosen to be. 
My faith gives me what is right and fair. 
  
I pity you for all your hate. 
But you made it clear my fate. 
A Mormon to this date, 
a Mormon forever. 
Your rage and hate 
prove my faith and 
choice of religion right. 
Your bigoted hatred
I have chosen to fight 
by giving it light. 
I want it 
in everyone's sight. 
  
Your rage and hatred is your only boast. 
But with it you are engrossed. 
Like you, your rage and hatred 
are nothing but compost. 
Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit 
gives me what I need the most. 
  
And for you, that is just 
too bad so sad. 
  


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Love Is Always

Love is always in bloom
It resides in all rooms
Of every heart
Never needing a start
Takes every compartment

Love gives us hope
Makes us cope
Through the worst of days
And longest nights
Makes us willing to fight
Stands tall when it all…
Truly never needing help
Get confusing holding
On to your self

Love knows all since it created
The being we now see
To be you and me

Love knew what to add next
The right spice, sympathy and niceness
Along with trials and hope
So you can
Give Love a chance to push
The envelope


Symphony
	


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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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Time

Time ticks by,
Controls my life.

Bells ring for classes, 
Time dividing up our lives.

Why must I live like this?
Why not escape and be free?

Because time's everywhere.
It will always tick.


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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


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Monticello

Hearken back unto a time
when the willow weeps o’er the riverside
where radishes and cabbage grow in a line
nearby rabbits hop away and hide

The women whisper amongst themselves
and bid you call upon the master
over the hill upon which sits a well
you will hear a chorus of sweet laughter

The mountain you sit upon is your castle
and from it sprang the seeds of a new nation.
the wind brushes you against a thistle
what do you feel stirring inside? It is creation.


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Where You Begin

I am.
why should I change?
to be soulless with a name.
answering nothing real
adjustment to mass appeal.
for what, I am
isn't that enough?
guess not..
individuality a forgotten plus.
dress, speak, walk on soldier
just don't forget...
your first mind told you.
instincts untaught
remember your first thought?
I AM!
made you smile
chasing the wind
understanding as a child.
it just was
like it or not.
refusing to miss a moment
wearing green in purple socks.
you are
they accepted you then
understanding comes...
from where you begin.

-Symphony


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When A Simple God Bless You Isn't Enough



When A Simple “God Bless You,” Isn’t Enough… I’m here to tell you that when “the going gets rough.” A simple, “God bless you!” May not be enough! Just when you think things in life are getting you down… And perhaps there’s not a friend anywhere to be found… Perhaps you find yourself right there! Let me encourage you to try some prayer! Jesus is as close as the mention of his name! With him in control, things will never be the same! He’ll speak peace to the raging waters of life’s ocean. And will give to you, his 100% “love potion!” He’ll bring peace and healing to your heart and home. He’s always there with you! You’re NEVER alone! The chains of discouragement will simply disappear. His perfect love will cast out all fear! He’ll pick up the pieces of life that are broken. As you allow his words of love and hope to be spoken! He’ll do for you what no power or god can do! He’s here right now He’s waiting for YOU! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Lean on a Shoulder

Lean on the strength of a shoulder
We all need it specially when we cry
Strength of the shoulder comes 
Not from the Gym, but from the Heart

A heart which is tender
A heart filled with love and  compassion
Great power comes from such a Good Heart
Then your shoulder can carry millions of tons.

Empty out the hatred
Anger burns your inner soul
Laughter is the best medicine
So smile and laugh often

Prepare yourself for the loads
That your brothers lay on your shoulder
Brothers comes from the corners of the world
Don't look the color and where are they from ?

Create a wide vision of the world
You need a Big Heart, not a Larger Brain
To you the whole universe is like a ball
You play with it and change the destiny


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God Bless America

America has turned her back on God.
That’s why America is in turmoil and it’s way of life is hard.
We’re in a no win situation.
May God have mercy on this nation.
As my heart aches and my soul grieves.
The country as a whole has to pray and believe.
Let every head bow and everyone get on your knees.
Everyone in prayer say,” Lord please have mercy on us and forgive us please.”
Our days are short and our nights are long.
America needs to continue to pray to remain strong.
When you put God in second place;
As a result you’re moved away from God’s guidance and grace.
Look around that’s why it’s a decline in ethics and morality.
So open your eyes and explore the reality.
America has to stop looking at things with eyes and use her heart.
Putting the bible and prayer back in our homes and schools is where you first 
start.
Let’s pray for our politicians and leaders to be biblical wise.
I don’t know about you but to see America like this brings’ tears to my eyes.
America is manifested in licentiousness and not in holiness.
If America follows the Perpetuity Laws of God the she will be blessed


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Just One Good Deed

Do one good deed this year
Bring out joy, and good cheer.
Make it loving and sincere.
Voice it loud and clear.
Sympathize with everyone here.
Forward it all over the sphere.
Spread love outward, not just near.
Don’t let the pace alter or veer.
Let Gods’ true vision appear.
Lend your knowledge in revere.
Let his word be ultimate premier.
Love life real; keep it dear.
There is nothing in life to fear.
Not even death, if you really cohere.
Yours, mine, existence never unclear,
Don‘t just sit around on your rear.
Do good deeds, it will spread to a peer.


Written for

Sponsor Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen 
Contest Name Good Deeds 


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THE WONDROUS CONSTELLATIONS

At my birth, something happened up there...  
into the wondrous constellations,
God Himself made them shine brighter
for this new born trascending life 
into a destiny of greatness;
and my grateful smile deepened His delight!

Astrologers study the heavenly bodies: 
stars, planets and the wondrous constellations
to predict  the events of an individual's destiny... 
from an ordinary one...to the most extraordinary;
fame is measured by a monetary value,
but  greatness is a spirituality laid open to view!

Nowdays simplicity is looked upon with suspicion,
it seems a bit too spontaneous and impractical; 
the modernist confounds it and confronts it,
treating it like an incurable disease of the outcast,
but no great man has ever been
ashamed of expressing it and propagating it!

We are building monuments of wonders,
and go far into the boundless Universe...
instead of undoing pain and disharmony,
curing the plagues that inflict this Humanity;
our society is too proud and arrogant...
nothing frightens us, and we still remain defiant!

If  your fate favors you over the others,
who only can wish for such glorious moments
consumed in prosperity and greatness;
start cultivating the seeds of wisdom,
seeking out those truest friends living on the Earth...
to admire and share the wondrous constellations above!
 


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Stop Fighting -Start Living

The earthly worldly beauty creation-
All started with a blunt explosion;
Came from the 'Heaven' the life sustaining precipitation,
God made the earth with a peaceful notion .

But the dream is flouted by present 'Times'-
The devastating weapons are being made by 'nines'-
Like a sweelling river during flood, are incresing today's crimes-
All these are a great threat to the worldly fines.

Peace is the need of the hour,
Disturbances are filling the bower-
Crimes are rising like unseen towers,
Oh! God protect us with your blessing's shower.

USA, Russia, Iraq, Afganistan,
India, China, Iran and Pakistan,
All are busy fighting with guns,
Millions are losing their near and dear one's;
And it would soon blacken the golden gleam of the sun.

Stop the fight ! Stop the fight!
Nations stop showing youer individual might;
Do not let the bird of peace out of sight;
Dawn upon mind the peaceful light;
Come down from the rivalry height'
Stop the fight ! Stop the fight!











Details | Senryu | |

Peace Be With You All


peace be with you all
it’s really nice feeling it, 
in my own dialect



Details | ABC | |

OBAMA

OBAMA


A soldier for the people
Who’s been up and who's been down
Though while on his journey
He has never turned around.

Facing more than flesh and blood
With Worthington’s two-faced hoard.
Opposing all who test his soul
With integrity as his sword.

The wicked casts their dark net
Over any they may charm. 
Plotting to mislead the flock,
While pretending to do no harm.

He’ll expose the devious daily
As he works for you and me.
We're not alone in our struggle
To preserve America the free.

His personal goals of well being
Will never stand in the way 
Of doing his public duty
No matter what others may say.

His devotion shall prove contagious
It's the brilliance of his kind 
What you find within him 
Is great character of mind.

With faith and courage, he must live
For his life to be complete 
With good morals and family life
He’ll triumph, even in defeat.

He was raised to participate
Within his community
With his fellow men and women
He’ll enrich life, hope and liberty.


Tom Zart








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Love's Easy

Were all victims
(and mutual in that way.)
You have to feel for everyone.
We're all hiding something.
A secret
-That no one else has to know-
So don't ask.
Wonder, Don't ponder
Feel my eyes on your soul
And I'll fell yours.
That's really all it takes.
Besides,
What am I but a niche in your life?
And you in mine?


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Christ Voice Made The Difference

Christ’ Voice Made A Difference! Christ’ voice made a difference in my life today! He spoke peace and love! And took my sins away! His voice made the difference, when nothing else could. All of my problems and failures, he understood! His voice made the difference, with words of healing and hope! He picked me up, when my life was on a “slippery slope!” His voice made the difference, in my moment of desperation! It brought peace to my heart and sweet inspiration! His voice made the difference when everything else failed me! I listen to his voice! it brings love all around me! His voice can make the difference for you! Won’t you listen? You’ll never know “what in the world,” you’re missin! His voice speaks peace to all fears! And life’s raging storms! His love will “glue together,” a life that’s “wrecked and torn.” His voice is all you need! It brings assurance His gift of eternal life is 100% “life insurance!” His voice beckons... Our lord calls our name! I’m glad I listened! I’m very glad he came! His voice is what’s important! And very much needed! It’s only through Christ, that our life is completed! By Jim Pemberton


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World peace ?

 Has there ever been world peace?
 This question lies faintly on my mind
 Would there ever be world peace?
 Different question of the same kind

 Since an angel has been thrown down from heaven
 Earth will never know no tranquility
 The prophets tried but they could not make peace even
 Peace will come unless Cain and Abel will shake hands in comformity
 
 The fifty stars will never agree with some moon and stars
 The sane sex will want to procreate
 A person wants to die and he turns other people into carcass
 A group of people will want to destroy what they cannot create

 Maybe that is why water turns to bomb
 Breeze turns to bulldozer
 And earth starts to swallow till it turns to a tomb
 We don't know the one to come later 
 
 Some leaders will want to break Nyadema's record
 Some will obtain the money there children can never earn
 The hungry and jobless masses will then rise in discord
 If the fail they will wait for death to take away the vaillian

 Religion  is a good agent of  peace
 Two religions should bring double peace and not war
 We should not treat peace like a piece of cheese
 We all should make sure that peace exists were ever we tour.


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How Can I Make It Without Christ


How Could I Make It Without Jesus?

Without Jesus…  How could I hope to make it?
I could try to just get by in life.  And just “fake it.”

For many years, I lived like I didn’t need him.
I wouldn’t accept his love or even believe him!

My life was filled with things I wanted to accomplish.
But soon, my life needed to be “replenished.”

I tried to live without God the best way I could.
I tried to live the kind of life that I would call “good.”

But, matter how “good” that I was pretending to be.
There was still a lot of sin deep inside of me!

My life became one big mess.   I was so ashamed!
I knew Jesus was near. 
 So I called on his name.

I asked him if he could forgive me for all I had done.
What a wretched life, I had become!

Jesus reached out with his arms wide open.
Mercy and forgiveness were the words spoken!

I’m so thankful for everything that he did!
And so very grateful for all he was willing to give!

He gave to me so much.  When I didn’t deserve any!
He took my sins away!  And there were many!

He gives me the strength to make it through the day.
Through every trial and problem...  He makes a way!

Christ’ love for me is very precious and sweet!
With him in my life.  I am complete!

By Jim Pemberton


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Fence Rider



Don’t be a fence rider anymore
One side is safe and ever sure
The other side hides danger as it lures

They both look pleasing to the eye
But, the dark side will trick you on the sly
The Lord’s side is truth and light you cannot deny

You surely know these facts already
Now is your time to decide and be ready
So get off the fence & choose the Lords side so steady


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church bells

Church Bells 
Once I lived in a charming English village, near 
an ancient church, every Sunday morning 
on my only day off, the bloody bells chimed.
Thought I saw a woman cycling to mass in 
the mist, and it wasn´t Germaine Greer.  
When Muslims ruled Andalusia, they tolerated
 Christians, but a poet of that time -Ibn Baqi- 
 circa 1059 1112, wished they wouldn´t clang
bells so hard waking him up when air was cool, 
sleep sweet and his Christian mistress had to 
get up and go to mass. So far nothing has 
changed, dear Ibn Baqi, the bells keep on tolling


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...


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Ebony and Ivory

Sitting here
With the worst headache of my life

This poem I am vigorously
Trying to write

Everyone in this world
Is still judged by black or white
Racism is still
An unsinkable fight

Even throughout the years
Even throughout the ages
Generations with different stages
There will always be the topic
Of the racial discrimination
In this great nation

They fight and die
For the right to live
Yet they need not to be treated
By the vindictive

After wars, after protests
After speeches after sports games,

They are not seen all as equals
Only they are victims of vulgar names
And not treated as our same

Only through the shadows
Of tension and hate
Light must come
And peace it create

Never will this place
Ever live in harmony
Until ivory
Merges with ebony

Together we must come
Not further apart
Yet always one
Must learn the place to start


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Forced

getting it off my chest
	no better than the rest
yet chosen
	to be with me
was it arrogance or agreed
givn an open door
	for pity
my needs unimportant
so I searched elsewhere
ending with same solution
	choose Love or emptiness
right or wrong
	forced too long.
told you were last choice
	against all inside
said yes
	for no happiness
many nights I cried
	faced with lies.
forced letting go
	Knowing all along 
we wouldn’t last long
	I apologize for my part,
could have saved
	heartache and time
never meant to be mine.
needed protection
	you couldn’t provide.
no need for goodbye.


-Symphony  


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I Need To Hear The Voice Of God



During my life…  I’ve heard from many voices.
I’ve been offered advice and many choices.

There’s many who want to tell me what to do..
I just never know what everyone’s up to.

But there’s a voice that matters the most.
It’s the voice that I’ve already chose!

It’s a still small voice that calls out my name…
It’s different from the others.  It’s not the same!

It’s a voice that rings loud and very clear.
It lets me know that God is very near!

It’s a voice that speaks very gently…
It reassures me of God’s love evidently.

This voice has made a difference like no other.
It’s words are sweeter than the sweetest butter!

It’s the voice of Jesus that makes all of the difference.
And has given to me a life-changing experience!

As I grow old, and the days just “go by faster.”
I’ll take the time and listen to
 my Lord and master!

Won’t you take time and listen to this voice?
And allow God’s spirit to be your first choice?

His voice can bring peace to life’s raging storms…
Your life can be 100% transformed!

His voice can make a difference in your life today!
Al you have to do is; listen, trust and obey!

By Jim Pemberton


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People Movers


People are

Moved by honesty

Stirred by sincerity

Motivated by integrity

Encouraged by this reality



Details | I do not know? | |

Group of Catholic Converts--Renewal Ministries


WHO DO YOU SAY I AM
An Encounter with the Messiah

In two shows from The Choices We Face,
Debra Herbeck shares how her Jewish upbringing
A Family tragedy led her to a personal encounter
Of the Messiah to the Catholic Church

WHAT CHANGED A LIFE?
Ralph Martin’s Story of Conversion

Ralph Martin shares his conversion story
From roots of his faith in Ireland
His Catholic upbringing in New Jersey
Search for truth and meaning in the turbulent 1960’s

A Place Called Home


Award winning documentary hosted by Ralph Martin
Chronicles the inspiring conversion stories of 5 individuals
A powerful tool to help others see and believe
In the power of God to change our lives!

The Wanderer Returns

These two shows from The Choices We Face
Well known singer Dion speaks candidly
About his rise to stardom 
His journey back to the Catholic Church

Crossing the Goal-Our Father
2 disk DVD/ Approximately 4 hours

Focusing on the Our Father
The Crossing the Goal team presents
A powerful game plan for incorporating the Wisdom
Of this prayer to everyday life

Renewal Ministries
www.renewalmistries.net 


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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 | Senryu | |

What Are You Waiting For

this wait
has alway's
meant never





Tribute To Martin Luther King


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 | I do not know? | |

We Are All but One

we are all but one
varied colours and hues
countless creeds
trudging down alone
the world's avenues

yet the strands that bind us
together as one
reach far too deep within our collective soul
as we amble on underneath our soiltary sun

we are all but one
one body of humankind
with a shared yearning for love
and peace
shelter
and companionship
food
clothing

and above all

hope

that ever burning furnace
that rages inside each woman and man

hope

that somehow, some way, someday, something will for the better emerge

and we may then cease
to sing our mournful dirge

for hope shall triumph
now or in some distant tomorrow

and hope shall be victorious
over the dread and gloom and hate and pain and days of achingly deep sorrow

so we can rise up and lift our heads

and stare into the blooming of a new dawn

a dawn of victorious hope
and of peace and of light
dispelling the darkness of ignorance

ushering us all into the fields of the future

to behold the glorious and the truth of real freedom's awe-inspiring sight


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Call Off

    Call off our Troops,
    they don't have a
    clue on the real
    scoop; because
    the President has
    them jumping thru
    invisible loops.

    Call off our men in
    green, death is the
    only thing they've
    seen; and only to be
    used as the President's
    personal killing Machine.

    Call off this W.A.R, we've
    been misled and we're
    not sure what it's for any
    more; but from the way 
    things are looking I would
    say," That President Bush
    Just Wanted To Settle A
    Personal Score."


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The Noblest Career

James 3: 12 and Proverbs 15:1 have been paraphrased here in the following 
poem. You are invited, dear reader, to kindly read those Bible verses before or 
after reading this poem.

Teaching might be the noblest career;
But it has its dangers, in its rear.

Saint James warned us about this great trend,
That we might not fall before and bend

To worship some regretful mistake.
“How can the same source of water take

Pure sweet water and make it bitter? ”
In slanders every single letter

Causes the fire of hatred to grow;
But a kind answer frees and lets go!

For teaching is the noblest career;
But it has its danger, in its rear.


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HOPEFUL

HOPEFUL

That wars will end
That hunger will cease
That we will all live in peace
No more greed, anger, strife
Prejudice, hatred, bigotry or pride

Why do we abuse God’s precious gift
The freedom to choose
By choosing evil instead of good?
Deceived by the one who wills us death
Rebellious hearts
Many religions and man-made gods
Offering false hope
The souls of mankind
Searching for peace
And an answer to all
This chaos we find ourselves in

Should we close our eyes
And turn away 
Take care of number one?
Impossible for us to
Take away all the pain
Indifference reigns

Hopeful that you and I
Will trust in the one 
Who gives us life, peace
And victory over all evil
Hope imparted 
To change what I can
To help where I am
To see others as valuable
And God as all-powerful
To catch his vision
For hearts of peace
To become a world at peace


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'Of: Dame Carol Brown ...' (or A Knightress)

‘ Of:  Dame Carol Brown … ’

A Kind Word, A Warm Heart
A Gentle Soul, A Work of Art

A Helping Hand of Sincere Grace
An Honored Beauty and Sweet Face

Genuine Smiles, Shining Through
Even When We Can’t See You

A Welcome Bright, in Window’s Sight
Your Direct Demeanor, is A Delight

Soothing and Steady, Unchanged Calm
Lifting Spirits, Like An Azure Dawn

If Troubled Waters, Do Upset …
… Keep Them Under Your Bridge of Self-Respect

For You Are A Treasure In Composition
Never Allow Doubts To Enter, Nor Derision

… Just Kind Words and All Hearts-Warm
Step Thru Doorway To Dame Brown’s Arms …


  (Dame Is The Female Order of Knighthood)
(or The Proper Address for A Wife of a Knight)
         For You, Poet-Sister, Carol
    MoonBee Dubs Thee Dame Brown …

      (In The Queendom of Me – Smile
          I am so full of Myself - LOL)
But Truly, I Do Admire and Appreciate
 Your Work, Your Style and Personality
                  God Bless You

                     MoonBee


Details | Sestina | |

FOLDING AND EMBRACING SOMEONE IN EXTREME PAIN

Folding and embracing someone in extreme pain
with the compassion of a merciful saint:
when those moribund eyes look downward,
as breath becomes heavy and life can't sustain
its heartbeat , but those hands are too weak to clasp;
give your last gift, say the softest word...



Comfort and be comforted when the final hour comes for all,
when a person suddenly dies, a conceived baby will be born;
it's a cycle that keeps our human race from extinction:
observe the animal kingdom, never inactive or slow,
even trees and flowers duplicate themselves in jollification 
by the kindness of every wind of the actual season...



Folding and embracing someone in extreme pain,
someone of a different race, not making distinction of color;
everyone of us is a beautiful and perfect creation of God,
so let the same love flow and leave your prejudice beyond:
see through the eyes of charity, never divide and compare:
the uniqueness of an individual can be shared by all...   



The greed and wickedness of Mankind can't control the relentless rush,
until immense harm is done:  wars are fought and lives are lost by the thousands,
and the spilling of blood is not regarded as guilt on their remorseless hands,  
many weeping mothers lean over their dead children, with more viable in their wombs:
summon the evil man to the Almighty God whose judgement is harsh,
and be assured that the Divine Justice will make them toss in their inescapable tombs...
  



Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Don't Push Me

from toys to boys
came such a life of joy

playing cowboys and indians
and robbing those trains

nearly drove our mother insane

from jumping mound hills
to wiping out and taking spills

that ice pack sure had some nice chills

from pulling hair
to tugging on each other's underwear

just me and my little brother in a world of dare

so when it comes to that old saying
of two peas in a pod

I tend to thank my god above
for my little brother who I used to love 

playing our games like push and shove


Tribute To
My Little Brother 
Mike


Also Entry For
Nathan Leccese's
Two Peas In A Pod Contest


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A Poet's World

This poem is about the life and feelings of a poet/poetess.



In a poet's world there is heaven and hell,
and many stories to tell.
There are mysteries to solve and codes to unravel,
many roads to travel.
There are confessions of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Storms of rejection, dejection, and sorrow.
Reflections of love, marriage, and romance.
Expressions of flamboyance and dance.

In a poet's world there is music of rhythm and verse,
imaginations of all things on earth.
Songs, sonnets, lyrics, and beats,
gardens of flowers and of trees.
There are times of drama, prose, and learning.
A constant desire burning.
Laughter and tears and feelings of fear, all in a poet's world.
There are influences to work, criticism and hurt.
Achievement and goal, warmth and cold,
visions of life and death, 
and times to be quiet.

In a poet's world there is religion, science, and belief,
faith, hope, war, and peace.
Emotions of anger and tempers that rage,
many characters on stage.

In a poet's world there are promises and dreams,
nightmares and screams,
humbleness, happiness, and philosophy,
a lifetime of writing for infinity.
It's an angel who speaks to the poet's soul,
to tell the world all his heart holds.


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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? | |

Maria said let them eat cake

Adam said to God ,I am old and tired
let the young men populate the world
i want to rest
God said' Adam your seed is the first
your not done, eat more cake"
If God looked at France and the rest
of the world,
how much more can Adam's offspring
take?
Hunger cries go unheard,poverty unseen.
A call came to standup.
True warrriors they are. not a human life
did they bake. With heat from burning 
buildings, busses and cars.
Smoke and flames seen from afar. Yet
Rome burns around the world
while dance,music is played. Outside
people are in slaved.
Frances learned a lesson that,s not to late,
what about us? are we waiting for the first
burning bus? Or will we re-think our need
call it greed?
And allow others to raise they're seed?
It,s God 's plan for us to grow. Now you
know how the story with Adam goes.
allow us to eat more cake.
          { peace}


Details | Cinquain | |

Release him, China!

                                                          China 

                                                      Iron fisted 

                                              Silent eyes suffering 

                                  Underneath bloodied golden stars 
 
                                                        Beijing 

                                    Communist terror reigns supreme 

                                            Wan Yanhai vanishes 

                                                AIDS exploding 

                                                   Deathtoll


Details | Light Poetry | |

No Your Not Civil At All

Civility

      Now let's see

               Goverment

                   Mixed messages sent


                                One for all

                                        Who made call ?


                                                   Unfair trades

                                                          Loved ones laid


                                                                      I'm still broke

                                                                                But won't choke


                                                                                                   Civility

                                                                                                             Not for me

                                        


Details | Ballad | |

A walk in the Dawn

He called my name
I heard from my dream
Jumping up from the bed 
Misplaced my sleep

Five thirty am it was
I carried his travelling bag.
To the bus stop we aimed
Forgetting the gate key delayed a little

Within seconds we felt 
The blue dark dawn
We walked fast, but i was ahead
With our footsteps cripping behind us.

Doors were closed
The street was silent
And two to four beings we bypassed
It was a peaceful and jolly walk

At some metres before the bustop
I asked "Did the phone woke up?"
"Yes the alaram woke me tahnks to it"
I set the alarm

We waited for taxis
But they failed us
He was forced to enter 
A rickety Danfo

A bad way to start a twelve hours journey
We exchange  goodbyes
I stayed till the Danfo faded 
Going home was involuntary

My footsteps cripping behind me
The road having infected my slippers
And my feet and the road 
Had been linked with dust

Echoes of a strong bark was heard
It was repiled by a tried and exhaust one
Metres away from home 
The call to prayer was recited

And a lady was preaching prosperity
Both microphones were fighting for reign
They was later joined by a man preaching eternity
The voice of the mosque was conquered

As i entered my red gate
I found my sleep


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Spring Revives Nippon

If streets had beats,
Ours would be steady,
Diversity beautifies Mt. Airy,
The veins of life are blue and bright;
Here,
Nature revives our lives,
The grace of spring arrives,
I hear the children at play,
Today is pleasant,
Today is positive,
I feel so alive.


Details | Free verse | |

Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home
My childhood home
Is cherished 

Memories filled with
Silver and gold
And sometimes pure cold.

No one told me
It would go with me
Where ever I go 

When I roam from
Town to town
I carry it with me

I open the door
Each night when
I go to sleep
And dream.

I can’t shake
What I learned
And what I didn’t 
Learn inside 
My honeycomb

I can’t stop
Moaning 
About that
Home.


Details | Quatern | |

Jesus Christ Deal


Eternal Father saw outnumber of people’s sins 
Sad with what He created
He wanted to destroy the world
People hurting each other

Jesus Christ stopped Him
Told the Father He would go down to earth
Take People’s cruelty
To start His power over people

He told the Father people would understand
Ransom Himself
Just don’t destroy the world
Believed people to be one

Eternal Father searched a woman
To conceive and bear a Son
Angiel Gabriel spoke to Mary
You have found favor from God

Holy Spirit will shine over you
You are to name Him Jesus Christ
He will save people from their sins
To save destruction of the world

Jesus Christ created a Church
For People to be Universal
People don’t understand
In there people are saved

What are these other churches?
In there you are not saved
Don’t be fooled
By the Christ’s like religions


There is only one
Deal to the Father
Be Universal to His Church
Roman Catholic

To understand the Two Greatest Commandments
“Love God all your mind, heart, body and soul”
Second is “Love your neighbor as yourself”
When we love our neighbor, Covers the 1st Greatest Commandment

Other Churches are misleading people
Thought they love Jesus Christ
Person who created their Church
Was the person they believed and loved

Jesus Crist is very hurt
People don’t know in His Church
You’re saved
In others you’re condemned

J.R.M. 11162011


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 | Light Poetry | |

' Mind - Meld ... '

“ GOD … How I Appreciate The Complexities ! … “
I Appreciate The Intricate, Just-So, Subtleties
The Intellectual Nuances and Imposed Perfunctories
That Separates Our Minds, From The Minds Of Beasts …

… Oh, The Ingeniousness of Thinking Abilities
This Superconductor of Sanctioned-Sensitivities
Where The Human Mind Can Reach, Celestial-Journeys
Even Beyond Our Mental-Mortal Capacities

Beyond … The Grasp of Dark and Grey Matter
Beyond … A Storage Tank and Brain-Storm Gathered
Beyond … Sweet Alice and A  Mad-Hatter
Beyond … ThunderDome, and What Happens In Latter

Beyond … Neurons and A Neurotic-Mass
Beyond … ‘We’ve Got Some Nerve-Ending’ Synapse
And Just Like There’s More To See, Than What Cameras Snap
There’s More To Our Minds, Than Biology Can Map

How Could One Admire Computer-Technology
And Not Marvel At Our Medula-Oblongata System-logy
Our Minds, Are A Megaplex of Individualities
A Mall of Momentous Ideals and Marble Column Libraries

… We, Are Not Matrix, Nor Mere Routine-Machines
We, Are Not Droids, nor Drones … We Can Live Our Dreams
‘ HE ’ Programmed ‘Choice’ into Us,  And Gave Us Dignities
So, “A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste”, In Stupidities …

We, Are Not Robotic-Puppets, But of Genetic-Construct
… Dust, DNA-Stairway, 3-D, and Divine-Spark-Struck
We Can Be Psychotic, Without Aware-Antibiotics and Self-Destruct
But Note, That A ‘Thought’, Does Not Evolve, Without ‘An Instruct’

( … and Guess What,  Man-Maze … Really, Neither Did Us ! … )

… Oh, How I Appreciate the Concise Design (Like A Human Battery)
Its Purpose, Possibilities and Activities, (even allows this Poetry)
I Appreciate The Connections Affixed in Each of The Holy Spirit-Surgeries  ( Ps. 139: 13-16 )
But Most Of All, I Appreciate Being Made … In YOUR Imagery …                 ( Gen. 1: 26, 27 )


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God Took Away My Yesterdays

God Took Away My Yesterdays…

God took away my yesterdays, and gave a peace within.
He washed me clean and took away my sin!

God took away the sorrow I had 
and brought joy instead.
He gave to me words of life and his daily bread!

God took away the pain I had. 
 I no longer have to bear!
He spoke words of comfort to me 
and told me that he cares!

God took away the many uncertainties
 that laid before me…
He brought his love to my heart, 
and now is always with me!

God took away the “weights of life” 
that would “pull me down.”
Each day that I’m with him. 
 His grace is all around!

God took all doubts I had and brought
a healing to my mind!
He’s been good to me!  
 Always loving and kind!

God can take away your yesterdays! 
 Why not give him a chance?
He can change your life today! 
 No matter the circumstance!

God will always be there for you…  
Waiting for your call!
Living for him and trusting him 
will always be worth it all!

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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Evolving

That Lil green monster thAt seeps in my skin 
Making me trip on whats to begin 
Thoughts race and create words I'd never speak 
A new vocabulary evolves from the simplest of minds 
It's only cuz I'm exploring cuz still we tend to speak lies 
 it's the Lil canon that explodes the truth 
Just look around cuz society is living proof
You need too look this way 
Talk that way, and make sure everyone is pleased... 
That green monster is the revolution of change rolled into an outfit of his own n reeks of creative uniqueness. 
This is a piece of your generation living in mine.... 
That little green monster for me is the key to open the other 90% of my mind... 
I am at a stand still looking, observing, and dividing the journeys into groups
The intellectuals, the artists, the explorers,the lost souls, the ill prepared...
 But It is an unknown definition which society branded illegal because the greatest moments came from the 
monster himself. 
Viva la revolution... Creativity can not be silenced it is lit and passed to all.. 
 


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Friendship

Friendship is a gift,
The best gift;
It causes birds to fly so high;
It is priceless,
As the spots on a leopard;
But it can be bought,
Only by love,
In a market called peace;
It's not seen but felt;
It's a lubricant
In times of distress and war;
It can last as long as the eyes can see,
As short as the appearance of a lightning;
It's a wage,
That keeps running waters calm;
It renews and rebuilds strength
Of the hopeless;
It's as large as the pacific,
But many liken it to the streams,
Too beautiful to let go;
Glows like the morning sun,
Bonds victims together,
Under an umbrella called love,
And a band called humility;
Oh.friendship,
So lovely,so calm.



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Blessed Is He Who Walks Not In The Council Of The Ungodly

Blessed is he, who walks not in the
 counsel of the ungodly.
Nor seeks counsel in their "wisdom" or folly.

Blessed is he, that doesn't stand 
in the way of sinners too.
Nor takes part in the things
 that scorners do.

Blessed is he, who deilghts in 
obeying God's commands.
He is attentive to his voice,
 and understands.

Blessed is he, who meditates
 on HIS word day and night.
It's the truth of his word, 
which gives him delight!

He shall be like a tree planted by
 the streams of water.
Though the fiery trials of life
 seem to get hotter.

He shall bear God's
 fruit in due season.
His love for him is the reason.

When trouble comes his way...
he shall not wither.
God will protect him...  
 as a believer!

In all that he does... 
his life will be blessed!
In Christ.... he'll find peace 
 and a haven of rest...
 
Blessed is he who is rooted 
and grounded in HIM.
Who seek HIS ways and 
call God friend.

Blessed are YOU ... 
very much indeed!
Jesus is here now... 
and he's all you'll ever need!

By Jim Pemberton
2008

  




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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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The Reason I Am Here


I’m not here to represent a building or a denomination. I’m here to give the Lord my love and admiration. I’m not here to get “tied down with wordly things.” I’m here to represent Jesus! The King of Kings! I’m not here to be filled with gossip or slander. But to serve a God, who’s power is grander! I’m not here to live in worry and defeat… But to allow God to make my life complete! I’m not here to live with stress and tension. But to receive God’s peace and satisfaction. I’m not here to worry about what tomorrow may bring. But to serve a God… Who can do ANYTHING! I’m not here to live a life filled with sin… But to enjoy God’s love and peace within! I’m here for just a brief moment of time. I want to serve God with my body, soul and mind. The reason that I live and the reason I am here... Is to serve God with my heart, before my life "disappears." I’'ve thought it over... And have something to say… "I'm giving my life to Christ!" "I'll do it today!" By Jim Pemberton


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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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Beauty

Behold not the countenance 
    of beauty.
It is deceitful.
    At dawn ,it glows.
At zenith, it allures.
    At dusk, it withers.

Embrace beauty that 
    Radiates the goodness 
Of the heart outwards-
    Enriching every soul it falls upon.
And can stand 
    The test of time.


Details | I do not know? | |

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...


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ANYONE CAN CHANGE

Most of us are too quick to judge
not knowing anything about a person,
and distrust is the outcome of ignorance
capable of setting us apart  from civilization;
first gather the facts, not useless rage,
and the belief that anyone can change
draws ourselves to a truth so unknown...


Hear all the words they speak, use intuition;
do they convince you to continue listening,
or throw you off with idignation?
If that voice sounds too unconvincing,
and can't confirm the answers you're expecting,
come up with questions that are pungent:
transforming those ideas with a thought,
and always believe that anyone can change...


Empires have risen, giving the obsolute power
to fearless men who were made into legends;
some were deserving, but most were tyrants of unclemency,
and did shameful and cruel deeds:
torturing or killing anybody who used to dare;
are we learning something from History?


When Attila the Hun rampaged Italy,
Leo the Great...the courageous Pope,
persuaded the savage king 
not to sack the city of Rome; 
and he also believed anyone could change: 
that any heart, with all its brutality and rage,
could replace its rampant fury and grim
with human compassion and mercy...


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Be Kind Blues

I've seen many a-man dressed in blue
Looking out just like you
But you must see things differently
'Cos he is just the same as me
Isn't he?

I've met many a-girl in green
Going to where you have been
But you must be going somewhere differently
'Cos she's in the right place to be
Isn't she?

Well can't you just let people be
Who they are not what you see
I guess it's all in your mind
But if you'd look you would find
A way to be kind

I've known many a-friend in black
In some things you both lack
But you must move a little differently
'Cos it's the same way we all flea
Don't we?

I've heard many a-one in white
Talk about how you fight
But you must listen differently
'Cos you both have the same plea
To me

Well can't you just let people be
Who they are not what you see
I guess it's all in your mind
But if you'd look you would find
A way to be kind


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I WAS, I AM

I was BORN.
I was WELL-READ.
I was POLITICALLY FATED.

I was HISTORICALLY ENTERTAINED.
I was PHYSICALLY RESTRAINED.
I was BIOLOGICALLY STAINED.

I am my VARIOUS WRITINGS.
I am my SPOKEN WORDS.
I am my SILENT THOUGHTS.

I am ORGANIZED.
I am ARTICULATE.
I am PUNCTUATE.
I am GRAMMATICAL.

I am SELF LEARNING.


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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? | |

Is it me ?

Stop wait could this possibly be 
Maybe it's not them maybe it's me
Things i find utterly neglect-able
Others find completely acceptable

To slow the advancement of fellow man
To fulfill your own scheming plan
Maybe it's not them maybe it's me

To wear designer sweat shop jeans 
Feeling sorry for the hungry on your plasma screen 
But you got them for next to free
What do you care who made it you don't want to see
Maybe it's not them maybe it's me

That must be right you must agree
I don't always agree with law
I'm certainly not a consumer whore
Maybe it's not them maybe it's me

If this is the case i do not care I'm free
Free in my social conscience 
If you too agree 
A peace will come you will see 


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THE BIG FIGHT

Once peace and war met at one site,
Both debated as who was right.
Peace brings prosperity while war leads to adversity,
With war one realizes his strenght,
But makes us far from our friends.
With peace we rise,
With war we die.
War had nothing to speak for,
But yet continued to fight for long.
And so the debate went for on......................
Atlast to prove this, they went to fight,
The war broke on and millions died.
But yet nobody would yet decide that peace or war will rise.
EVENTUALLY, peace surrendered as it thought that life of millions would never 
increase its pride.
Guess what ,as peace surrendered war had to leave,
And peace was what everyone could feel.
So friends, the fact is that victory is always gained by peace,
And this is what my poem reveals.


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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.


Details | I do not know? | |

For the Freedom-Loving people of Syria

Massacre at Houla.

She was no more than 10 years of age.
He could have been a grandfather.

Young, old, women, girls, men, boys.

108 lives.

Now they are buried,
in hurriedly dug graves,
on the plains of Houla.

Killed by knives,
shot at point-blank range,
slaughtered, mowed-down.

108 lives.

Snuffed-out. Decimated. Taken-out.

108 lives.

As Damascus lies blatantly,
spewing forth untruth,
108 warm, dead bodies,
remain buried,
in hurriedly dug graves,
on the plains of Houla.

108 lives.


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God's Gifts For All


Share your gifts and talents
Help others clearly see
Show them My True Gospel
Lead them unto Me

Use your gifts and talents
Help others learn and grow
Use them righteously
So they will come to know

I Am, Jesus Christ
All Gifts are Mine to give
I Am, The Son of God
Through Me, all men will live

I’ll give good gifts to those who ask
So in my light they may live
Delight upon this awesome task
Share your gifts and give

My Gifts are plenty, for one and all
They are here to serve and bless
Give them freely when I call
Let sharing be your quest

I don’t expect perfection 
I just expect your best
I need all men to know Me
With this, you’ll pass the test


Details | I do not know? | |

For Comrade Chris Hani 1942 - 1993

For Comrade Chris Hani
(1942 – 1993)

mowed down
by hot lead
your blood flowed
into our African soil
murdered you, yes, they did
silence you, they never will
for your voice
your spirit
speaks to us still


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The Dubious Case for Love and War

Sorrow hastens the hearts lament
     For love and things once owned,
As one is material to a great extent 
     Yet both are almost always bemoaned.
Long has man heartily undertaken
     The art of bloody vicious war
And all too often love is forsaken,
      Just to settle a selfish score.
On common ground would some agree,
     “That all’s fair in love and war,”
But I beg to differ because it is plain to see:
     That love is what is needed more.
History tells us of the battles fought
     Along with the many reasons why
And even today, we are yet greatly distraught
     To know that many still fight and die.
Oh would love be grand if it spread like plague
     Infecting all and humbling their ill will,
Causing the dark hateful memories to fade:
     Forever crippling the urge to kill. 


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SCARCE HARVEST

War World II was raging over this
southern Italian town* spared by a miracle...
a deluge that suddenly occurred: 
a night of blasting sounds, of rising flames 
as American planes bombarded its buildings;
the Nazis fled to occupied Naples.
In the North, the Fascits were executed,
as the Dictator Mussolini himself was. 


The farms could not be furrowed deep and neat,
fear hung over the farmers' shoulders;
and wheat couldn't grow abundantly to make bread,
and brazen women to a distant granary they went, 
risking their lives to grind the wheat kernels;
they were no young men in town, or the older ones
who had gone to war for a concept so deceptive.
Many youngsters and soldiers were kidnapped by the Nazis, 
to be taken to Germany as prisoners of war...who would have 
challenged the Third Reich, or disobeyed?


Old women with handkerchiefs on their heads, weeping loudly
and mourning the tranquil town it once was...so lovely and happy, 
and their cry was too bitter and inconsolable to be hushed;
now, even bread was taken away from them,
damning the cruel Duce, who had betrayed them for vanity...
why did he bring prosperity to Africa, not to Italy?
Why was his ego so manipulated by Hitler's cleverness...
that he could have conquered peoples and lands?


Ruins and dead kindred...a scenery of dread and abomination,
and the lively memory of begonias on their sunny balconies 
brought a sweet nostalgia in an hour of horror and death;
and gathered among the crumbled walls, their rosaries  
recited with graceful whispers, gave them 
the strength and the courage to desperately grieve:
"Peace, o beloved peace, have you overlooked
the kindness of such humble and honorable spirits?
 

Darkness brought the silence they had sought under the glittering skies,
to hide the ugliness of the war in their gloomy shadows,
never to reveal the devastation of their town;
and with the new sun rising, hope would have been 
renewed in the sunrise's lasting glow.
They would have seen those wheat golden kernels 
bend under their heavy weight and bow.... 
and heard themselves saying," Mercy, o mercy
of our righteous God, let prosperity abound...
as the misty rain slowly comes down!"   

Southern Italian Town:  Baiano

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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The avenue is clear

Walking and deliberating
seeing and arguing
smelling and accepting
Believing in those who come before us
knowing that others will come after us
a Miracle of the avenue .


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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


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What Would I Do If Not For The Lord


What Would I Do? If Not For the Lord? I don’t know what I’d do… If the Lord wasn’t near me. With him by my side. My enemies are scattered before me! I don’t know what I’d do… If Christ hadn’t taken away my sins! I look forward to fellowship with him, as each day begins! I don’t know what I’d do… If Christ didn’t remove my burdens. Without him. I’d be in trouble! This is very certain! I don’t know what I’d do… Without Christ’ blood’s atonement. I’m so thankful for his sacrifice. each day and moment! I know what I’m going to do… With the passing of each day. I’m going to read my Bible. And humble myself. And pray! I know what I’m going to do… With my extra time. I’m going to be Christ’ example. And be merciful and kind! I know what you should do… This is a must! Why not come to God today? And give him all of your trust? I know that you’ll never be disappointed that you did! Christ twill give you true peace and joy each day you live! Come and taste of the Lord! Ever loving and sweet! It’s only through him… That your life will be complete! By Jim Pemberton


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Wishing You The Very Best

Three wishes
Illuminating dishes


First one
  No gun


Communication is the key


Second asking
   Sun's basking


For no light World would be cold lonely and dark


Third request
  Loves zest

After all it's what makes the world go around


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Perspective of Peace and Clarity

Im constructing another rhyme for another perspective, 
so to be inclined provides mind with great weapons. 
What world are we living in? the same one their dying for, 
but think for a second if the government is crying or, 
realize that our planet's over populated, 
so to keep us dying at a pace leaves "leaders" obligated... 
to not care for sanctioned "leading" causes of death. 
Cigarettes, alcohol, caffeine relieve stress, 
but they're all legal and they COUNT on it to steal your breath. 

See were all numbers and the arithmetic's modest,
resources to people remains the only honest, 
true variable for life as we know it, 
caused from years of discovery and more to not show it. 
So you don't have to be Mayan to know theres new life for this end, 
just calculate whats been studied and discuss with your friends. 
The ways of past cultures and consider the notion, 
that what part of humans did we really put in motion? 
Religion was formed to keep truth from the many, 
for the "masters" of old knew majority of any, 
group of species brings power.. so it was easy for rulers to control every hour, 
but time may be of the essence.. so learn of different plains and feel a different presence. Because while we were busy not committing the seven, 
sins I feel we should have, journeyed more towards the heavens.


Details | I do not know? | |

Slavery of the insides

Is it a need for a morning cup of coffee
or was my yesterday to hard?
Is it caffeen or a heavy soul?
What is my life?
Is it fresh air that takes me on a a.m. walk
or am i running scared to rest?
My insides tell me lies.
When did i lose control?
How can I read again?
feel again?
how can I become
me again?


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.

.


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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 | 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 


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Music For The Deaf

Once in awhile, I get so low I can feel myself falling faster into the quick sand. In this case, your love is the pit in which I’m sinking. Can you not hear me crying out for help? Because, I swear I can’t do this on my own. I need you to pull me up.. I guess you don’t see that inside I’m all shook up. I’ll be better off without you, that way I can get myself up and dressed out of this mess. You use me for your own good, but what about my sanity? This lovesick melody that I keep singing to is tearing apart the innocence of me. If you can’t see that, then why do I keep on trying to catch up to you? You won’t have to hear about it anymore though, I’m done with what you made me out to be. I’m too good to be set up by a fool like you! You’ll see one day, my dear. This melody that had me dying inside, is nothing more than music to the deaf now! But, don’t worry.. Maybe, one day you’ll see.. Just Don’t come back to me.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Vagabond Within

The Vagabond Within.

I slip through cracks,
my memories dimming,
as thoughts of yesterday swirl,
down dreary tunnels of decay,
into the chasm that is today.

Waiting, forever waiting,
to belong, yearning to fit in,
taking solace in transient cities,
wearing masked faces,
tailored for fleeting places.

 I stagger each night, lost,
wasting precious breaths,
drawn from a lifetime of sighs,
no consolation from the cruel,
while donning the skin of the fool.

Wrestling unseen demons,
dreading tomorrow as it nears,
ripping away my shallow smile,
withering into a hollow shell,
seeking comfort in everyday hell.

I stumble, I falter,
words slipping off pen onto paper,
fickle doleful murmurs of distaste,
at the gradual emptying of a soul,
needing to shed it all to be whole.

Stray dogs savage each other inside,
a body lathered in deep muck,
soiling my pants, wetting my being,
whistling promises that turn into lies,
the plaintive songs of a clown that cries.

I am momentary, 
a soap bubble on the breeze,
just smoke clearing into thin air,
wasting away in my cocooned lair,
too old to change, too young to care.


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O Flankers

O Flankers, your children far and wide
Stands at the zenith of their faith to take
Their prize, bereft of heritage and pride
Your blood stain shards making them shake

I was Hiroshima, you were the bomb
Your explosion devastated me
It was not predicted for to become
Such a callous and cold humanity

I think of you, but cannot merge you
Now with that you thirty years gone
Growing old is not better then, not true
You are the antediluvian dawn.

This wickedness in you is a fallen curse
And yet my love cannot abandon you
The cordite power make trees into hearse
And people into things strange to view

What material greed infected your dream
What disconnected social order reared
What dead mythic made dross of the gleam
You who once loved, laughed and cared?

O Flankers, my village nestled in the hills
Beside the frolic of a nurturing sea
The sands were tranquil, and now it kills
The very fragrance of sweet innocency.

I want my fruited forest of peace again
I want the dancing waves of soft laughing seas
I want a place where thrives the love of men
The faith to die praying for peace on bended knees


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Comfort Without Fear

Comfort without fear
Is love without respect and
Peace threatened by war.


Details | Free verse | |

We will rewrite the songs of this World

Most of you are sleeping, 
and mother earth is weeping, 
its almost time to wake you with alarm. 

And as we've gone on "living", 
its taught to be forgiving, 
for the walking sleep dont know their causing harm.

Have you ever had the feeling, 
a feeling worth revealing, 
that there's MORE to television or the songs?

Will you take their words to heart? 
Or influence them apart, 
from what you love in how you choose to move along.

As you listen to with faith, 
information at fixed pace, 
can't you feel that we're not meant to live this way?

We were meant to feel much more, 
but certain beings closed the doors, 
you can learn of there said actions just today.

For love is not just power, 
and time may not claim hour, 
close your eyes and find out whats your true intention.

I hope that when they change the tune, 
my mind will alter and assume, 
to venture further through the many said demensions


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #82 / A tide

A tide of a
hundred thousand people
tides of change


Details | I do not know? | |

Commune

Celebrate your differences and commune on what you have in tune

There,s room enough on God,s green Earth

 to feel the Sun or bay the Moon

Enjoy each others delicacies

Take a siesta  sometimes when it,s noon

 Get along with peoples from shore to shore

 'Cause ain,t that what Life is for?


Details | I do not know? | |

Stuff

Stuff your rock stars, your heros, your christs,
your anti-christs and anarchiests.
Stuff your false idols up your arse.
Stuff your regenerative ramblings;
the spiel of a million others
spilt in diluted misunderstanding.
The generic rhetoric of another blank generation.
Born under the yoke of fashion not fascism
we walk a happy middle ground smiling contentedly.

Raised, sightless, in the sickly glow
of TV screens and neon lights.
Suckled by the fast food empires
and the bloodied abattoir's's carcasses.
Supping the milk of human blindness
with the blood of fallen beasts.
Schooled in paranoia and conformity
through magazines and film.
Body over brain! Body over brain!
Don't feed either if you want to fit in
to society or size sixteen jeans.
Passive skeletal expectancies rule over all.

We are over-looked and yet watched over; 
Monitored through cameras and stolen information,
watched on screens by perverts and bigots
watched for signs of difference and dissent:
word gets around and gets arrested.
Incarcerated. Gone inside. Turned inside out.
I have always relied upon the kindness of strangers.
Spayed to the point of mental impotence:
no longer threatening. Hope is dead.

Driven as slaves into factories, offices, banks,
working to gain enough to "buy" what is already ours:
ownership as proof of existence.
I consume therefore I am.
Ownership of possessions and of people.
Taught to repress desire, to plough the rut of our parents.
Mate Spawn and Die.
Breeders laugh in mock pleasure behind picket fences.
There is safety for us all in our collective clichés.

The pursuit of pleasure becomes confused 
through labour and labour saving devices
then drowned in alcohol and soap.
Happiness becomes vague comfort and escape:
Ignorance is bliss and bliss is easy.
Pre-packaged rebellion under state supervision
rattling shackles and throwing toys from prams.
Socilalists singing sweet songs of false hopes
an alternative repressive ownership,
punks so bereft of individuality repeat to infinity
even the intelligent ones just want to be another dick.

All grow old and sick together
having furthered the species and the empire,
return to the organic matter from whence we came
or perhaps ground up and fed to the pork and beef
down at Old (Ronald) McDonald's farm that we all love so much........stuffed


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Young Gun

Verse 1

So young
One gun
How dumb
I'm stunned
He's done

My son
My son

Verse 2

His choice
My voice
Spirit hoist
Skin so moist
Such a boast

My son
My son

Verse 3

Died in vain
This drives me insane
Such hidias pain
Listenening to the rain
For what has it gained

My son
My son




Tribute To A Co-Worker
Who Lost The Battle
In A Gunfight With Police


So Long Hollywood { 55 yrs old }


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



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? | |

Social Ineptitude

What the hell does that mean, why title it that

Unfortunately it’s an epidemic, a virus in fact

That continues to spread and lay eggs where ever it goes

Only a conscious mind is considered its foe

 

We sit and we rot in front of the boob tube

Believing the hype that comes from the boob tube

We sit and we stare our minds hypnotized

Dreaming of things that shall never be realized

 

We’re prisoners of our mind but the gate’s neither closed nor locked

We are merely afraid to make that first step for fear of a drop

From stability to insecurity, from commonality to maturity

To stand out alone many find quite intimidating

 

Why must we be blind and deaf to our environment

When actions take place seeking our acknowledgement

Asking us to cry out due to social injustices

Only to be played down by the diversity of the Supreme Justices

 

In a blanket of snow there lies a few specks of dirt

That provides color for a sea of hurt

But like an invisible clock there lies and invisible ceiling

Capping the height to which one could be dreaming

 

We are zombies that have been modeled from prototypes

With slight upgrades to endure the new fight

We were taught what we need to know

And everything else that we do not know

 

Is used against us so we remain caged

In the prisons of our mind, hence once we have aged

Will pass on these false teachings to future generations

But I could be wrong, I’m just a Haitian.


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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? | |

A kiss from heaven, under the street light

A kiss from heaven, 
under the street light,
lost in ignorance among men in the street life,
cant break free,
for me heaven is a thug lost in the street life,
drugs and violence,
sex and thieves lost in the rush of the streets,
all we ever knew,
for us life was done before we were threw,
it will end were it all began,
walking the endless road,
truth and justice we will never behold,
in life never warm always cold,
endless nights and days never a happy medium,
in a cold way,
look into our eyes there is no soal,
only endless darkness to unbearable to behold,
the cost of eternity to survive,
only one option rob another for there life,
endless swerving in a downward spiral to the end twist and turn,
were will it all end,
to much to handle like Russian roulette lost in a life you will never forget


Details | Free verse | |

The Gap

the generations are diverse
as different as can be
generation gaps exist 
in every family tree
 
Grandma had the radio
Hitler and two wars
"sacrifice" and "stay in line"
the first co-ed bars
 
My Mama saw Vietnam
Woodstock and the moon
television..  birth control
and phones in every room
 
Now generation x is here
and hero's don't exist
but we have the Internet 
and fancy e-mail lists
 
the millennial's have seen so many things
Katrina and face-book
you scoff - but know our purple hair
invite those second looks
 
each generation changes things
not always for the best
but heart to heart and hand to hand
we give the gap a rest
 


Details | Verse | |

The difference in wrong and right

Wrong from right is different through the eyes, right can be wrong depending on whose mind. I love, I hate, I speak, and I think that this world is just one giant mistake. It's wrong to do this, it's wrong to do that, but it's right to do this, and right to do that. It's all depending on whose actions are being made, labeling someone for what you're raised to think. The color of your skin has nothing to do with the actions you create, or believing in a god that you think can create. Opinions, opinions, so many are made, but watch who you are judging that you think is making a mistake. As you think they're doing wrong, what makes you think you're doing right? This opinionated world we survive on is quite a sight.. So next time you tell someone they're wrong, remember if you're right.


Details | I do not know? | |

WHERE WOULD WE BE?

JUSTIFYING OUR ACTIONS, 
HOW IS IT VIEWED?
AS A PUBLIC RECANTATION OF INNOCENCE, 
OR AN EXONERATION OF GUILT?
ITS A MIXTURE OF INCIPIENT LIES, 
ONE BIRTHING ANOTHER WITH CAUTION,
TRYING TO POSTULATE THE TRUTH.
ENVISION THE CLEVER DECEPTION,
THE MASKED CHARADE OF SAFE HARBOR,
AND THE PERPLEX IRONY OF IT ALL.
THE FEAR THAT LEADS TO TRUTH IS GUILT, 
THE POWER OF GUILT IS IN YOUR MIND,
AND CONSCIENCE IS OUR ADVOCATE.
CONCEPTUALIZE THE WORLD
DEVOUT TO HONEST INTENTIONS,
AND PEACEFUL RECONCILIATION.
WHERE WOULD WE BE?


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 | Quatrain | |

SHORTENING THE DISTANCE

Birth is the beginning of a quest
which is unseen to human eyes,
sadly ending on our unpredictable death,
but not living another day shortens that distance.


Who decides our fate in ways so drastic,
unfolding events happy or tragic?
Who diverges the course of our days,
when hopelessness grips our desperate souls?


If dreams are built to become exinct,
to suddenly turn into detritus and dust... 
devastating us enough to dessicate the expanse
of hope, why is joy lacking the feeling of genuiness?


Despair is utterly exgeneous,
exploding when thoughts become tense,
expanding as wild fire to burn everything 
in its destructive path...leaving only embers behind.


Some choose to end life,
not valuing its sacredness and purpose;
shouldn't we be thrilled to exist as David was
and be immensely grateful, or defiantly denounce our belief?     


Gracefully age as Moses did,
never thinking of shortening the distance;
gain more wisdom as you live...
to discern what's beyond madness to reduce incidence. 
 









Details | Couplet | |

Problems

The world we got brought into
Way to easy for anyone to see through
These bars represent the problems and the verse represent the time
Too many mistakes and it'll leave us all behind
Even the words set in motion
Can cause problems that are oceans
Defying and lying to realize
The problems i see with these real eyes
The people today? So hateful and jaded
Memories of innocence and happiness becoming so faded
This isn't a basket, Problems cant be covered with lids
We cant run from the stupid things we did
Peoples vision of the world will flex and bend
Possibly soon somehow this world will end
The richest? Already have a good plan out
What am i supposed to do? Sit and pout? Or may I stand and shout?


Details | Rhyme | |

SHEATH YOUR SWORD

Hold your peace
Let the violence cease
Sheath your sword
Draw no more blood!

Let it off with a shrug
Give him a hug
If to Peace you belong
She shall make your days long!


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


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #62 / St. Gregory

Dear old St. Gregory spent fifteen years
trapped at the bottom of a dungeon 
around 301 AD, bringing Christianity to Armenia.
What madness then drove him to save the king and his men?
What boundless love!


Details | Rhyme | |

"The Walk"
An elected position walks into transition, but not without apprehension.
Thrusted forward into accountability , a  “ word” that was lost in financial history.
Blame and blasphemy for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our society, anger creates a false reality.

encircles him for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our society, anger creates a false reality.”  
A “change that we can believe in” is the course called destiny.
Persecution upon every action or direction by resistance and those individuals who remain in 
social captivity by their  own personal experiences or enthrusted perceptions of “what ought not  
be”.
Prepare the world for  the world is watching and they see “without corruption, and a massive 
scale of discrimination, injustices and judgment as their plea”, they are not happy nor do they 
believe that  they succeed.  
May forgiveness and mercy find it’s place upon his adversaries as well as for him whom they do 
unto in the sight of he.
People , we call ourselves “we” , do not lose focus, the walk for change remains on our compass 
to destiny and real facts vs. opinions will be our guide for future  history. 
Carrie Love-atkins@copyright 2010
corrected version August 20,2010


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 | Free verse | |

Outcast

Remorseless faces piercing
rain-slick windows for the man
given graces beyond what could.
Artist embraces passion and 
fear embraces stones and the 
town races to ravage his home.


Details | Light Poetry | |

A New Friend

A New Friend
WLM
April 13, 2011

I felt as if I was crazed
For I was totally amazed
That I have a new friend
I know she will be there till the end
And for her I am writing this
Our relationship will not go amiss
She looks so fine
Like a sweet tasting young wine
To me her eyes are such a blue
They have the most beautiful hue
Should you dare? 
Run your fingers through that beautiful long hair
For what I write
Comes straight from with in my heart
And when it takes flight
The words flow from the very start
My poems all follow a story
Always have their glory
Life is always quite so sublime
But our poetic words and phrases will last the tests of Time


Details | Light Poetry | |

' I Did Not Come To Judge You ... '

I did not come to Judge You
… There is Already, Only One Judge        John 5: 30
I did not come to Accuse You
... There is Already The Accuser Too       Rev. 12: 10

I may sometimes, Softly-Nudge You
But… It is a Lowly-Love-Nudge
So, I will Never Push nor Shove You
for Neither, does The One Above You …    John 3: 16

I Only want to Refresh You
Bring Out The Best of You
For I am Just a Guest, Too
… May God Bless Me and Bless You

… Human-Beings, Who Will Budge You ?
Brothers and Sister… (Don’t Want to Rush You)
But … Just Divulge to You …
That Time is Ticking – True !

and I Cannot Lord-it-over You
for ‘ The Lord ’, Would Take A Harsh View
against Those, Who Tried to Take His Place To …
… Do What Only The Lord Can Do …

…so  Believe me … I did not come to Judge You…


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 | I do not know? | |

mother

i live like there is no tomorrow
only to find myself swallowed
i pray for for a world of peace
yet the world would rather cease

closing my eyes for the last time
i have decided to change my mind
about what is right or what is wrong
or what is poetry or just a song

silly old talk about a memory
then she walked out on me
if in it there was no truth 
why she vanish in a poof

no goodnight, i love love you
only dark skies with no blue
the stars do shine brightly
but no longer enough for me
neither are your stories


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 | 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 | Acrostic | |

Heavens Gate

Here above your world I am no longer sad.
Everyone I ever knew is here, and I am glad.
Angels guided me to this place of no more sad.
Visions of you, I have forever, this I must add.
Each day that passes I grow within your heart.
Never think that I am gone, for I’ll never part.
Stars of night are my eyes, secrets of our art.

Graciously I watch you, as you grow and learn.
Angels take me to visit you, so I will not yearn.
Take care of your family that you have so dear.
Eventually my little one you will have no fear.


Details | Senryu | |

Summer Pool

Summer Pool
Bikini time fun;
hanging ten by the cool pool,
grinning men enjoy.


Summer Season Senryu


Details | Free verse | |

Utopia

I speak of a made up world.
One that will never exist not today, not tomorrow. 

This world contains all gain and no pain.
A world that doesn’t include poisons only sugar and love. 
It is not made up of hate like this world of today.

A world in which secrets would not exist.
An earth in which children would be safe.

“Pain go away” would never be said in this world. 
Instead, people would say, “Love never ends.”

Dark clouds of depression would be chased away by the sunrays of friendship.
A lion would never roar only purr.

Genies would hand out not three wishes but a million wishes. 

Every girl would be crowned a princess and every woman would be a queen. 
Every boy would be a prince. Every man would be a king

Lemons would be sweet and not sour.

Let’s make this world true.
Let’s spin the web of magic.
Defy the laws of “Never” and make this world true Today!

Don’t you desire this?
This enchanted world of love, of peace, of understanding.

Are you not tired of today’s world?
A world in which only hate and pain exist.
Where hot salty tears have become the bread of many.
   
Make it true…this Utopia.
If not for yourself then for the future.
Leave the legacy that won’t perish.

Join me as I dream of what could be then…
Let’s do more than dream.
Plan for the new world.
A world of peace and complete love.  


 






Details | Free verse | |

Those Were The Days

with muse in hand
I'll take you on a walk to remember

do you remember 
when you used to be able to 
keep your windows and doors unlocked
and got to enjoy the night breeze's while you slept

do you remember
when you were able to
walk to your local corner store
and not get jacked

do you remember
when soda and cigarettes
were 50 cents a pack and 25 cents a can
and suddenly you had friends
you've never knew you had before

do you remember
when you could ride a city bus for a dime 
and go downtown and look at christmas displays
without getting knocked off feet

do you remember
when gas was only a nickle a gallon
so family's could take a nice
summer vaction without noise and traffic

do you remember
when kids walked to school safely
and never had to worry
who was lurking behind them

do you remember
sitting at the soda shopp
just dancing and twisting
the night away without having rumbles

do you remember
when boys were boys
and girls were girls
well on this walk to remember
I'm sure there still out there
but got lost along the way



Tribute To Youth
And The Oldies


Also Entry For
Constance La France's
A Walk To Remember Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

Solidarity Nigeria

The chains of our heart must shake hands
As metals and magnet clings so tight;
Our fate clings to the marriage of our land
So as one body we need to arise and fight.

Shadows as soldiers arise our soul to scare,
Masks as fire frowns at our hope to melt;
Our image is ours not to flare 
So as one band let's arise to defend.

Aliens want our aged pillar replaced, 
Friends see our flag as fake;
Ours’ to make our voice not disgraced 
So we need to join force to decorate our cake. 

Rodents without invade our green land,
Foreign robes sigh at our precious gold; 
Ours’ to hug and kiss our identity card, 
So as a fence let's guard our field of gold. 

The ingredients in our pot of soup are at variance 
Members of our body stand as islands; 
Ours’ to spray our friendly fragrance 
So we can build this tower as a band.

As broom sticks we need to glue together,
Dirt have risen to dent our hope,
Ours’ to sweep them out to yonder 
So as one family we will live in a clean home.

This pot of soup must be cooked,
Ingredients must live in peace as brothers;
Ours’ to make this family hooked 
So our aroma of love can travel beyond our borders.

Our fatherland; built by the aged heroes
And fenced with the bricks of peace and dignity
Ours’ to protect and not to make it bunch or zeroes
With our hands soaked in love and solidarity.


Details | Sonnet | |

True Paradise

I would wish for a cure for every disease forever more
No more sickness then we could achieve ultimate score.
The entire world would be happier completely to the core.
No more deaths would be closer to heavens amore.

Next, I would wish, no need for money, no one poor.
One less thing to fight over, everything free for sure,
There would be no more drama from behind the door.
No one person or family would have an excuse of demur.

Third wish would be that no one desires power or gore.
That everyone has the same realistic dreams with no lore.
This wish should abolish all wars, allowing all to adore.
Along with allowing greater love that is precious and pure.

All three should end hunger; avarice shall not endure.
Heaven on earth shall exist; a true paradise is secure


Details | Lyric | |

On Love and Revolution

Conjuring, like so many sorcerers, reaching out for deities

My brain invents situations: brand-new realities

Which do not necessarily exist outside of my conscience

Like thousands of workers striking simply to raise class consciousness

Or like amorous advances with secret hidden meanings

(such meanings are absurd, like many Christians still believing)

I even invent futures…things I surely could not know

Similar to violent revolutions coming from below

(or getting reciprocal feelings from someone that you know)

so you see, like many so-called armchair revolutionaries

I have been sitting around, mulling, over future possibilities

Instead of taking to the streets to smash the state (and past relations!)

I just sit around and wait for non-existent situations.


Details | Free verse | |

You and Me

Who are you to speak
no one is perfect
your blantant dislike
for all that is me
angers me
I am not slime
I am me
Recognise that I am human
You are no better then me
the air that you breath is the same
so my skin is white
and yours is black
That makes me no better
it makes you no better
I feel not the least bir special
what difference does it make
to be so proud of a reality
that is not even important
you say I am racist
that is pot calling kettle black
I recognise that I do judge people
but you don't seem to recognise it in yourself
Until you realize that you are your own worse enemy
I have nothing to say to you


Details | Lyric | |

Precisely To My Liking

My favorite time of the day
Is when the moon hugs the sun
Waiting on the Ice -cream truck to come
Coins "jing-"a"-lingin""'
In my blue jeans
Fitted loosely
When it's not so hot
All you gotta do is run when you need a cool breeze

So happy with soul magic
The little girls are dancing in the street 'cause there is no traffic
Little boys in the grass wrestling
Or trying to see who can run the fastest

Couples holding hands
Taking turns whispering sweet nothings
LOVING OUT LOUD!!!

Today we crown "Joy" as king
As we all drink directly
From the vineyard of kindred spirits
Just like we ought to be


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Heathrow - Terminal Five

Tradition

Religion

Our flight plan repetition
Dead people’s luggage clogs the runways of the mind.

Terrorism

Fundamentalism

Synonymous with the blind, the needless
Handles snap and you bind them?

Grounded forever in the baggage of your kind,
Tied up in tales of better times

Tradition

Religion

Recognition

	Think again.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Art of Word-Jacking

The Art of Word-Jacking.

'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.

Three words,
lost to us.

Plundered by the few,
stripped naked and ravaged,
pummeled into submission.

Three words,
taken from us.

Usurped so casually,
stolen and cleaved,
left meaningless.

Three words,
strangled and violated.

No more.

Not today.

Today, we reclaim the ideals,
the billion voices,
all straining to be heard.

Today, we take back our truth,
our collective aspiration,
still yearning for the harvest.

Today, we sing the hymns of freedom,
as we gather at the gates of justice,
while mourning the paralysis of democracy.

'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.

Three words,
that we shall wrest back.

Three words,
that have nurtured our dreams.

'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.

Three words,
for which we all have bled.

Three words,
word-jacked and abused,
that are ours once more.

'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.

Three words,
that shall remain tightly wrapped,
around our collective core.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Perennial Exile

The Perennial Exile.

Alone,
a foreign body,
eliciting condescending smiles,

the exile walks on.

Though gracious intentions are spoken,
well-meaning band-aids applied,

the exile walks on.

Alone,
never shaking off the fear,
the cold, damp trepidation,

the exile walks on.

A scab on the body,
ignored as benign,
tolerated by its host,

the exile walks on.

Alone,
knowing the danger,
imminent and grave,

the exile walks on.

Alone, outside,
malleable, acceptable,
truths rarely spoken.

Fit in, shut up, pipe down,
swallow the whispers,
chew on the smirks,

the exile knows its place.

Decades pass,
an accent is adopted,
papers are signed,

still,

the exile walks alone.

Weary now, beaten-down,
by careless kindness,
and stifling generosity,

the perennial exile,

remains.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Transparency of Selves

The Transparency of Selves.

Transparently unseen,
lonely souls walking on,
slipping between raindrops,
curling between folds of reality,
twisting in dreary, worn-out skins.

Moulting, peeling off, discarding,
worn-down corpses edging towards,
whistling crowds of leering stares,
wasted on insipid momentary sighs,
where collective consciences lay mute.

Opaque words flounder, seeking, begging,
wooden excuses swept up in dusty screams,
bellowing unspoken profanities in solitude,
sweltering amongst boneless patriarchs,
where impotence teeters on the brink of reason.

Rivers of unreason roll on, ceaselessly,
watering the sordid thoughts and empty voices,
filtering out warmth and empathy, drilling,
deeper into a callousness that embraces,
coddles, nourishing nothing but putrid decay.



Details | I do not know? | |

West eats Meat

West eats Meat*.


Silently, 
slicing the sky,
a Predator on the prowl.

Searching,
through human eyes,
miles away at HQ.

Picking up the signs
fresh meat on the ground,

scanning heat signatures,
confirmation reaches the bird,

sixteen high-value targets,
on the move,
in the cool desert night.

An order is given,
the Predator banks left,
steadies itself,
while sharpening its claws.

With a whoosh,
the Predator belches,
its payload strikes the HVT's.

"Target destroyed",
a cheer goes up,
miles away at HQ.

The smoke clears,
silence returning,

while,

5 men,
4 women,
7 children,

stir no more,
late for the feast,
as the bride lies cold,
and dead,
on the dunes.

"mission accomplished".


* : with thanks to Pandit Ravi Shankar's extraordinary composition "West eats Meat".



Details | Free verse | |

Ode To Marla Ruzicka

Died in Baghdad, April 17, 2005

Nothing can stop her!
Not a  rocket
or an improvised
explosive devise
in spite 
of her untimely
death.
Just 28
and amongst 
the Greats.
Unyeilding campaigner
with unwavering faith
in something greater
than all the grenades
in the U.S. arsenal.
The greatness of love
of truth
eloquently spoken
by this petite woman.
Yet, a Goliath
in humans.
Her work
the simple act
of counting victims.
and compansate.

Marla dared 
to ask
who were 
the 100,000 plus
innocent civilians
that have died
in Iraq.
The sisters, brothers
fathers, mothers
babies
caught in the crossfire.
They had names
faces and dreams.

We sing to you
dear Marla.
There is nothing higher
than the acknowledgment
of life
and the strife
the grieving
the loss
the pain. 
Marla sweet angel
your work
remains
the most dignified
the most humane
of endeavors
in this
seemingly
overwhelming
insane world.
And no one 
not the president
and his mongers
not the apologist of war
can ever
take that away.



Dean Walker

Marla was the young founder of the nonprofit organization Campaign for innocent Victims in Conflict. To learn more about Marla or show your support visit her website at www.civicworldwide.org


Details | I do not know? | |

THE DEPOSIT OF FAITH 11022011

Catholic Church derives all teaching authority from tradition
Doctrine has come down from Christ
This tradition preserved in written form in the “Bible”
Contains the principle truths of faith taught to the apostles by Christ

Inspired men  moved by Spirit of God commit these matters to writing in early Church
Short time after Christ’s Ascension, maybe within 20 years
The need to preserve thse truths in permanent form was recognized
Before any book was accepted as “authentic”

However, 
Authority of an Apostle was demanded by Peter’s companion
Similarly,  though Luke was a man who had not seen Christ
Book gained acceptance through St. Paul’s authority

The Church has protected and guarded these books
Which contained 
The revelations of Christ to His disciples
Their Testimony concerning Him


Details | Rhyme | |

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  


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | Free verse | |

Pulling the Girl from the Shell

Solidarity wish:
in the cricket night
behind porch and screen
under gum black clouds
in a storm over me
the banana breeze
on the mirror lake
in a midnight thought
that I just can't shake
and around the bend
with a crunch of steps
your shadow's shape
in the moon's confess
and I seldom know
what I seldom hear
this attempt at synergy
as you draw near
in the cricket night
with my kerosene lit
weight of catalyst storm
hanging from my hips
as you break the night
as the insects still
solidarity wish
is against my will~


Details | Free verse | |

The One True Omnipotent Superpower

Majestically standing at the podium just so
These men of power with prestige and honor
Making promises; can they be kept?
While our father and sons
March into the face of death
What can they offer us?
What will they do
Come the day of reckoning
Are we the fools
Whose heads will be the example of
Leadership gone mad and drunk with
An uncontrollable power?
Too big to handle alone
Playing God and the Devil at once
Who will we choose
To march us into Freedom,
Peace and redemption
Choose wisely and be particular
How many caskets do we need to fill?
How much land is there left to bury?
Innocent lives with loved ones left behind
To prove the strength worthy of being
The One True Omnipotent Superpower
There is only one Lord God Almighty
But if we keep this up, we shall never
See the day we meet Him


Details | I do not know? | |

Hero's

You’re our hero
The poor and impoverished 
Captive starving millions
Cry
Tears of anguish
Tears of dread

The cost of their Hero’s burial
Is too their debt
Their sacrifice 
The living for their leader 

The hungry little ones 
Cry
The world watches on
In fear

My Hero gave it all
His life
A willing sacrifice 
His perfect life
His perfect love
His cost
Our hatred
That we might live

His excruciating death
Has not left us comfortless
And soon to be 
Our resurrection of renewal

We the loyal few weep for what we did
His life for ours
The rest rejoice because you died
The world now looks on 
In fear

©? Brenda V Northeast              29 Dec. 2011

 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

WEAVES

Weaves with such ease 
Eternal seas and suns into One
Avenues of harmless fun
Venture in, the surfs up some.
Equal marks of day and night 
Shorter ways to the longest light
Seems to save time…
Eave emits a Vernal rhyme
Venture into my mind.
Autumn signals the same
Eternally we see without shame
We ARE the intended perfection

Of God’s most loving devotion
We are Creation.

Winter Solstice
Equinox
Autumnal
Vernal
Equinox
Summer Solstice


Details | I do not know? | |

The Storm

God bless the weary souls that broke there necks
grabbing people off of roof decks.
But i hope that the reason for others to be so late,
was not to protect the French Quarters and mansion gates.
God knows thats not the case, saving pretty places
and not all those innocent faces.
we hope that new Orleans opening in a week.
while mothers and fathers have children to seek
is not because of what they thought held worth?
because nothing is worth more than human birth.
we hope that in case of another disaster they
let my house go.
and save you much faster.


Details | Ballad | |

' Warriors ... The Battle Cry Song ... '

There Are Sounds of Ancient Thunders
There Are Sounds of Ancient Drummers
        Calling … Brave Warriors
         Gladiators and Warriors

And They’re Marching To The Cadence of Their Hearts’ Pounding
Marching, To The Cadence of The World’s Rage Resounding
They’re Going By The Beat of Their Heart’s Pumping
By The Steady Flow of Blood and Bloodlust, Tells Me Somethin’

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Chorus:

But, We’ve Seen These Men, Playing With Their Children
We’ve Seen These Sons and Their Laughter, I’m Hearing
We’ve Seen These Men, Loving Their Babies
And Tenderly Holding and Kissing Their Ladies

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From Warriors … When They Die

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Sticks and Stones, Swords, Arrows and Bombs
Lances, Knives, Hand to Hand Combat, Napalm
God Almighty, Oh, Thy Kingdom Come
Please Rescue Us, From The Kingdom of The Gun …

And Prophecy Is Marching – Listen, All Who Arms Bear
Warriors, Must Beat War Weapons Into Plowshares            ( Isa. 2: 4 )
And When War, Is No More, Then We Will Hear
All Warriors’ Battle Cry, Will Be An Amen Cheer !

              … Gentle Warriors …
            Peace-Loving, Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From A Warrior’s … Last ‘ Why ? ’

                … Warriors …
           Courageous Warriors …

How Can Flesh and Blood, Mortal-Men, Be So Fearless, I Wonder
Are They Strengthened By Duty, Love and Honor
Facing Danger, Death and Being Torn Asunder
Sacrificing All, As A Fallen Soldier …

                 … Warrior …
           Courageous Warrior …


Details | Lyric | |

Reach Out (You Can!)

Reach out and touch someone’s hand.
This will make the world a better place.
You can!

Reach out and help someone’s life plan.
This will help you find your life’s purpose.
You can!

Reach out and leave the surface of your home.
This will make you well-known.
You can!

Reach out and touch someone’s hand.
This will make the world a better place.
You can!


wrote 2-9-10


Details | Free verse | |

Nazis

Maestro's uneven orchestration of life,
seasoned with unassuming whispers,
began the eminent finale 
of their misguided souls


Details | Verse | |

Sanctity

Lifting eyes I see a vision.
Senses feel cool crisp mountain air.
I know not my mortal mission.
Though this glory I hereby share.
Rising peak of Heavens highlands,
Paradise, our ecstasy withstands.


written for
Sponsor john freeman 
Contest Name New Contest: Another, Nature Verse 


Details | Lyric | |

I Am You

           I am you...
Because I am what you force me to be.
           I am you...
Because we are brothers of mankind.
           I am you...
But why am I not free to do as you do?
           I am you...
And yet you treat me with so little concern.
           I am you...
Why don’t you respect me as yourself?
           I am you...
Yet I express your thoughts, not mine.
           I am you...
What can I do inside of you?
Why won’t you let me out?
           I am you...
I live in your form, by your rules,
All I want is to be myself!
           I am you...
Yet you give me no room to grow.
           I am you...
I am influenced by everything you do.
           I am you...
I am your unheeded conscience.
           I am you...
Why must you be so inhibited?
           I am you...
Why can’t we be friends again?
           I am you...
But somehow you seem to forget.
           I am you...
Because you’re to busy to care – I die.
         If I am you...
Then why are we not the same? Look –
         If I am you...
One of us needs to change – Because
           I am You!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Beatitudes Matthew Chapter 5

Blessed are the poor in spirit.  
Theirs is God’s kingdom.
Many blessings from God… 
They shall receive them!

Blessed are they who mourn. 
 They shall be comforted.
In the loving arms of Jesus, 
they shall be well rested!

Blessed are the meek. 
 They shall inherit the earth.
And shall receive from Jesus. 
 A “brand new birth!”

Blessed are they who hunger for
 righteousness.  They shall be filled.
A desire to know more of God…
 has been instilled!

Blessed are the merciful.  God’s mercy
 they shall obtain.
As they’re an expression of Jesus’
 wonderful name!

Blessed are they with a pure heart.  They shall see God!
Though many in this world, may think they’re “odd.”

Blessed are those who are persecuted
 for God’s kingdom.
They share their testimony for Christ,
 to those who receive them!

Blessed are you when others persecute you
 and accuse you falsely.
Rejoice in the power of God! 
 He loves you most assuredly!

Rejoice that heaven shall one day
 be your reward!
So YOU can rule and reign
 with Jesus our lord!

Blessed are we who serve Christ…
 The anointed one!
Blessed are God the father. 
 The Holy Spirit.   And the Son!

By Jim Pemberton   10/31/10 
 Read Matthew 5:3-12


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 | I do not know? | |

Question

inequity in life, immortalityin death,
striken from the words, taken from the pages, the pages of time, 
choose not what your told, but what you think, question your morals, 
question your world, question authority, question reality.


Details | Rhyme | |

HIs Voice Made A Difference

His Voice Made A Difference!

Christ’ voice made a difference in my life today!
He spoke peace and love! And took my sins away!

His voice made the difference, when nothing else could.
All of my problems and failures, he understood!

His voice made the difference, 
with words of healing and hope!
He picked me up, when my life was on a “slippery slope!”

His voice made the difference, in my moment of desperation!
It brought peace to my heart
 and sweet inspiration!

His voice made the difference when
 everything else failed me!
I listen to his voice! it brings love all around me!

His voice can make the difference for you! 
Won’t you listen?
You’ll never know “what in the world,”
 you’re missin!

His voice speaks peace to all fears! 
And life’s raging storms!
His love will “glue together,”
 a life that’s “wrecked and torn.”

His voice is all you need!  It brings assurance
His gift of eternal life is a guaranteed “life insurance!”

His voice beckons.  Our lord calls us by name!
I’m so glad I listened!  I’m so glad he came!

His voice is what’s important and so much needed!
It’s only through Christ, our life is truly completed!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

How Beautiful Is Our God

How beautiful is our God... 
And I shall praise him greatly!
His presence has blessed me 
and filled my life completely,

In Mt. Zion, he's to be praised... 
in the beauty of his holiness.
He's more than worthy of praise,
 in his glory and righteousness.

The joy of the earth...  
and beautiful is the situation...
To all of mankind... He's extended 
mercy and salvation.

He is known in high places as a
 God of refuge and shelter.
I will shout of his praise...
 there's no reason to whisper.
 
He is our God, and forever 
and ever, he shall reign.
He's is worthy of all praise... 
that is due to his name!

He shall lead and guide me
 from birth until death.
And his praise shall continually 
be on my breath.

Thanks be to God for 
everything he has done!
And  thanks to him 
for sending Jesus... HIS son!

He gives everlasting water 
that never shall run dry.
It is no secret how much
 he loves you and I!

By Jim Pemberton
Read Psalm 48: 1-4



Details | I do not know? | |

Loose yourself (2005)

Withdrawal from the world, escape in your self
Lost and hidden like a dusty old book on the shelf
Talk to the person who knows you the best
Your self, leave the rest 
Don’t know where you are
Somewhere alone, somewhere far
Muddy and cold, your time your gold
You’re far away, on your own
Lost in your self, switched off your phone 


Details | Rhyme | |

Equality with Respect

All around us
Has to go on
Us, we humans
Should sing the same song
 
Where we are
And where we be
Its the same rules
In any country
 
To treat each other just the same
Sing together, play the game
Banish the grief
End the pain
 
Eradicate 
Our festered parts
Unite neighbourhoods
Restart


Details | Free verse | |

' Peace Is In Sight '

Sparkling Dew … Bright Moon Beams
Sunshine and Gleaming Streams
Radiant Life and Light Hearts

Shimmery Rainbows … Glistening Snow
Twinkling Stars and  A Love-Glow
and Fearless When Lightning Flash Starts

If You Reflect These… With All Your Might
Look ! … True Peace Is In Sight


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 | I do not know? | |

They Do Not See Me at All

They Do Not See Me at All

they do not see me at all...

as I walk through these desecrated avenues

of soul-deadening frenzy

I see them all rushing past me

and no matter how hard I try to holler and to call

they do not see me at all

it seems at times, that invisible am I

for when I reach out, and shriek out, and when on my knees I crawl

they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I have tried to raise their ire, I have taunted and goaded them, till exhausted and fatigued, to the cold damp ground I fall

still they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I stand mutely then and wave my hands all around while scribbling verses in my unintelligible scrawl

and yet they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

they rush past me, knocking me over without ever looking back

and then trampling over my fallen form, they look past my limp crumpled shadow, as they whine on in their monotonous drawl

for they do not see me at all

and when at last I see them look my way, and as a flicker of recognition crosses their faces

I wish to crawl back into my nothingness

where they cannot see me at all


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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


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THE CAMOUFLAGE

The Camouflage
is my allegience pledged to the flag.

It is my loyalty to my country.
It is my duty to dedicated and proficient
in my tasks to maintaining world's peace.

The Camouflage is my respect
to our daily lives and the diverse cultures
amongst which we find ourselves.
It is my selfless service to always place
the mission first.

The Camouflage is my honor
to all of our fallen comrades.
It is my integrity to you and me.

The Camouflage is my personal courage
which enables me to move without fear, 
because I'm the obstacle against
every weapon and threats formed against us.

The camouflage is my life, because
I am An American Soldier....


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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


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at the altar

what do we bring to sacrifice,
to the altar of our fears
will the fear, itself, suffice
to wipe away these grieving tears

here, a satchel i take in stride
through the machine, my will to cede
and here, too, a bag of my pride
that it turns out, i didn't need

that old man has a video camera
and a young one totes a backpack
can we turn them outta here
for the bravery that i lack

and the child so innocent beside her,
that woman there with righteous shawl,
are mother and child vengeful saboteurs
would a flash of hate burst my wall

do i send my firstborn far away
did the world change to get more hate
is that the price my dread must pay
is that all my fright can relate

when i stand on this serene beach
is evil banished from my sight
is the violent tsunami out of reach
if i waive some liberty, some right

should land's crust pull asunder
and an abyss drop before my feet
would relinquishing fear pull me under
would, then, i go down in defeat

my god, what must i do to appease
when i stand before some conflagration
to vindicate, to assuage, to please
must i change my life's foundation

or can i only fear fear itself
to live as those i remember might want
take life day-to-day from off the shelf
without hate and fear, my dreams to haunt

Armageddon might be without love
but my world today is more than this
i refuse to live life devoid of
love and empathy and a bit of bliss

© Goode Guy 2011-09-08


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WORDS OF FREEDOM

Behind cell bars, he
wrote that letter with wisdom... 
revealing his dream.

Desiring justice,
he condemned unfairness...
confronting evil.

Without violence,
He spoke loudly and clearly...
the Nation listened.


Entered in Abe Lopes's contest,
" From A Birmingham Jail "


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Respect Our Good Neighbors

I saw a light on the side of the road
Shining like a star in the dirt
Dusty diamonds in the rough
Cosmic talcum in the night
Fey child
Old little Good Neighbor lost to this time
Will-o-the-wisp in the gravel
She backed into the grass as I walked up
Wings to the wall, one might say
With a fallen whimpering mew
A secretive look fell into my eyes
And I left sugar-water and milk by the road.


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Sustain

We are but solo figures that walk the department stores
Held captive and enchanted by our capitalist laws

I DON'T WANT TO BUY
I DON'T WANT TO BUY

I Cant be the only one who hears the earth cry !
It's buckling and creaking under the strain
We rape, log and mine and repay in acid rain

How long can we survive 
How long can we sustain

The present principle is to keep you thoughts to a minimal
Shop, work, consume and buy more digital
Work six days and forget the kids
They're now educated by a stack of vids 

So are you happy with your life of excess ?
Armed with a swath of cards and the need to impress 
However there is a middle ground you see 
Attainable to both you and me 

No credit card bill no new magic pill
Just your family and some earth to till
Live off the land with your own two hands 
For that is the true way of man.

No desire for the best
And more than the rest
No keeping up with Jones
Which require vast loans 

And leads to mental anguish and pain
So is this your form of bliss
How long can this sustain.


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Unknown

If you see not my face
Hear not my voice
Feel not my touch
Would you recognize me?

What you think you know as me
Fitting nicely into your narrow perception
Is but only one small part of who I am


Boundaries so confusing
Can never allow me to enter
Dare to step out of your protective shell
Dare to see all of me 
Not a posibility
I must walk away
You will not notice my absence 
As you really never knew me at all.


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REST IN PEACE

Every night I close my eyes when I fall asleep,
And if I don't open my eyes do I rest in peace.
As a young black male from homicide to genocide;
It's no way I can hide.
They say I'm enemy public number one.
Just because I'm black I'm targeted by a gun.
An endangered species.
Only Jesus can save us.
With constant police brutality.
By being black society denies me.
I just pray that some day things will change.
But for now things remain the same.
No one knows what the future may hold.
But how can I sleep when others are cold.
So many casualties from street fatalities.
This war against brother against brother has to stop please!
Or else many more will rest in peace.


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Winners and Losers

                                                                False promises and bold faced lies
			From leaders we call men,
			Too foolish, vain and unwise
			It’s the election blues again.

			Feign to believe the web they weave
			With patient ears we listen,
			Future balanced if they achieve
			From deceitful eyes teeth glisten.

			In principle, fate is our blame
			Yet in our selfish pride,
			Our judgment shadows woeful shame
			Behind scapegoats fail to hide.

			Ballot fiends they all may be
			Watching poll numbers, plus or minus three,
			What will their victory bring to me
			After January twenty-three.
		
			Subsidized youth sports, gun control
			Child care dollars galore,
			A policy a day, and truth be told
			Campaign gifts are a chore.

			What matters East-West-South ‘n North
			Is that we get it right,
			While opponents bicker back and forth
			By cable, bus or flight.

			Success depends on unity
			Without it we’re a wreck,
			While one side suffers mutiny
			The Grits give Tories heck.

			The separatist Bloc` says “Let us go”
			Demanding sovereign freedom,
			White margarine and one-tongued-signs
			Does Canada really need them.

			The answer is, quite simply, oui`
			We cannot tear apart,
			Instead, honor all with dignity
			And make a brand new start.

			While men debate with pointed fingers
			On issues big or small,
			Our neighbor’s fear of terror lingers
			With plans to build a wall.

			Five billion they shall not relinquish
			While bring East to peace,
			Infernal war fires ne’r extinguish
			Diplomacy for lease.

			Denying partnership in war
			To Iraq we didn’t go,
			And up in space where eagles soar
			Again we said “Oh no”.

			Canada is not the States
			Their future is not ours,
			While Bush comments on us, berates
			His future quickly sours.

			When we look back upon these days
			In golden years of life,
			Will mirrored lakes obscure with haze
			Too thick for sharpened knife.

			Or does the future hold great treasure
			For Canadians, one and all,
			With strength and courage beyond measure
			Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.

			Like years before, each voter chooses
			With hopes and dreams of change and glory,
			But in the end there’s winners and losers
			Different writer, same old story.


			Scott Goldsberry

			December 30, 2005
			

						


Details | I do not know? | |

12

And in the end the pain will cease. The tears will dry. The distorted will become beautiful. The tragic will become celebration. The empty handed will gain riches. The diseased will become well. The trampled will become kings.


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Gray

Poor miserable mysterious color,
Not a dark, not a light, an in between. 
Oh the complexity of gray in laundry.
This neutral hazy excuse for a color,
like the polluted version of white,
or the immature offspring of black.
Gloomy, uninspiring, gray surely must be 
the fraternal twin of gleaming desirable silver. 

In a gray room, gray senses linger in air like overcast,
damp enough to deepen your breath, 
muggy enough to sting your eyes.
An old dead coat of thick gray dust 
dresses a bookshelf of unused knowledge,
which plays house to a gray photograph,
…A gray girl without a smile. 
Bulky furniture colors the room gray,
taking on a dead life of its own. 
Gray clouds stretch whistles of wind through an old window,
the eerie draft sways the once white sheets, 
stirring gray dust,
reminding us all, that time is forgotten.

Gray touches time. 
As age
As wisdom, like an old man’s beard, 
as power, like a dark stone pathway, 
forcefully planning our footsteps,
obnoxious, as a gray seagull 
stealing my sandwich crumbs, as well as my privacy on a sandy beach shore. 
Damn the gray seagull!
Interrupting the black and white rigidity in my ignorant world of perfection,
forcing me to see things as they truly are.

My eyes gaze up my mountain of hopes,
till I see a gray stormy sky, 
which casts out gray sounds like the surprise of thunder in a convertible with a 
broken top, 
playing Simon Says with chilling gray rain, 
dripping gray water spots of smeared ink on my morning newspaper,
smudging the lies, 
developed by gray minds of people unable to see past what they know,
more blind then the actual eyes of the blind, 
but better off then those with gray hearts, who do not know who they are. 


We are born opening our eyes to the white light of this world 
and die closing them to black darkness…
We are not born with gray minds 
but die with them,
as we cloud our abilities with gray standards and gray walls, 
un-wanting to explore any unfamiliar gray area,
until we ourselves, unknowingly turn gray.
Even in death, we never break the blind borders that confine us.
Our perception remains gray,
Always attempting to look beneath the surface,
When really 
We need to look at the same surface differently.
This world remembers us by what we did,
instead of who we were…
Sooner or later,
No one is ever known
And we all become…
nothing 
but gray.


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Hail, the Commander-in-Chief

Astride his cyber-stallion of hi-tech military might,
   against the backdrop of missile silos, he's a fearsome sight,
      the Commander-in-Chief, so huge, malevolently looming,
         smirking at seared carcasses,  grinning and preening

as the wounded crawl and drag their corpses through debris,
   embers and ashes of home and heart, maimed memory;
      the old, the children, if he says so, must be blasted away,
         as bloody burnt offerings on the altar of peace, he'd say.

"Hail, the Commander-in-Chief! brave champion of peace!"
   nervously chant his lackeys, clowns, toadies and cronies;
      a power-dazed lion lionized by those trembling with fear,
         how I wish, he were this drunk lizard drowning in my beer!


Details | ABC | |

the struggle

i see people dying in the streets families have no food to eat while rich are living high of the 
dog there are people struggling trying to find decent jobs i see people going out there 
commiting crimes young children dying before there time i mean what did we do to deserve 
this seeing are people die for no perpose i mean let me speek the the truth at times is there 
is no some hope for to days youth i say this because there are kids out there saling drugs 
smoking bud and it bugs me how they are trying to be like these images you see on tv when 
all they need is a dose of reality actuality this is not the way its sopose to be its no good for 
me its pathetic to see how this could ever be so much poverty and animosity possibly not 
just effecting us localy in our own community but also nationaly.


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UNCLASSED

Uncertainty breeding tolerance or default
that openness forever I exalt
my weakness, as new weakness, not assault,
would execute new justice by strength's lack?

So bridging some infirmity, take back
the homicidal structure of exact,
unknown to self the causing, still impact
all differences demeaning, all retract!

By stating my contention, not react
I clarify my purpose ~ in contrast.
So let me delve in empathy, Faith's last
and let me live in sympathy, my bast!

As still injustice learning, am aghast
by fortunes interacting, through War's path,
the flagrant guesswork erstwhile marring lathe',
I loosen my indemnity ~  God's wrath

is so determined judgment . . . . mine unclassed!






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Dear Lord I Shall Trust YOU

Dear Lord…  I Shall Trust YOU!

Dear Lord…  When all else fails, I shall trust you!
In all of my circumstances, I shall praise YOU!

Dear Lord…  Though my adversaries surround me!
I look to you!  Because you’ve never failed me!

Dear Lord…  You’ve been there, 
when I needed a friend!
I love you so much!  I don’t know where to begin!

Dear Lord…  You picked me up
 when I fell to the ground.
Each day I feel your peace and love all around!

Dear Lord…  You’re a blessing and important to me!
You’ve given me a new life and now I am free!

Dear Lord…  I wish others would know you like I do!
In times of adversity, 
you’re the only one I can turn to!

Dear Lord…  I’m so thankful for your
 blessings and much more!
I’ve received your gift of love...  
This is worth living for!

My Lord…  Thanks for being so patient and kind.
You’ve restored my family, 
and given us peace of mind!

My Lord…  May I teach others 
of your wondrous ways!
And be an example of your kindness the rest of my days!

My Lord…  Words alone are hard to express…
The joy of knowing you!  I am so blessed!

By Jim Pemberton


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Haute Prejudice

Haute Prejudice.

Wrapped around manicured fingers,
Carats and ounces.

Flung over muscled shoulders,
Pin-stripes and silk.

Shoveled down open mouths,
Caviar and oysters.

Reeking from each pore,
Prejudice and hate.

The reeking odour is alive.

It is carried by the forlorn breeze,
Wafting through mansions and jacuzzis.

The reeking odour of the whispered epithet,
Lingers on as the perfume fades away.


I try to hide.
In dusty corners and trashy alleyways.

I try to escape the noxious smell,
As I flee into a crawl.

Yet the pervasive smell of hate in the air,
Swirls and invades and mutates and propagates.

The bile rises,
Nauseated,
Sick with mock pity,
For those fighting over the scraps,
In our gleaming city.

'freeloaders' and 'bums',
White, brown, black, pink, yellow,
And those battered into shades of black and blue.

Will it ever end?

Perhaps never.

Not until I realize,

That 'they' are me,

And that I am you.


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


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Untitled #273 / The Broken Chain

The Broken Chain
“We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone;
for part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide;
and though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same;
but as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.”

(I found this on a gravestone.)


Details | Rhyme | |

why???

Why people always think of bad 
When they can think of  better?
Why do they try to climb too high
So they can see no ladder?
Why do they scream? why can't they talk?
Communication is better...
Why do they try to teach, not learn
For their own better.
Instead of giving love-they hate,
Instead of helping-walk away,
Don't say hello, don't say good-bye....
Cause they don't care....
That is WHY!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Dangers of A Bored Poet

When poets get bored you should worry.
They may try to stir up some "fun".
I think it's the kick of excitement
they get when they see what they've done.

If it seems like it may be too quiet
they'll want to get feathers to fly.
Sometimes it is fun just to watch them
while they 'virtually' yell, scream or cry.

They all love the thrill of the drama
and of course need to have the last word.
We all know the one that is right
is whoever can use bigger words! 

I get nervous when things start to simmer
and peace is the only real sound.
Things can change in a matter of minutes
if there's more than one poet around. 


Details | Limerick | |

Not My Way


A friend is what I am by night and day,
Regardless of what other people say,
Oh, the good thing you must note, 
Is that peace and love I sought,
So sleep well, I take not your wife away! 



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Give Me Your Hand

Joshua Adam is my name
2bpositive has been my aim
While navigating my soul through this world of confusion
I have found solace in friendship and that's my conclusion

If it's your reading and voting you think I aspire
Your heart is empty, your friendship do I desire
To release my thoughts, does my soul await
Hoping for your love, that it not abate

Again, I feel compelled to state
That 2bpositive is my only true fate
And after 120 when my body is no longer
My soul shall continue to be ever so stronger

To the next world will I be brought
To stand trial for all that I taught
And as they review my life before my eyes
I will not shudder for I told no lies

Now as my judgement is about to be found
my soul will truly rejoice unbound
With true confidence will I surely declare
Loyal to truth was my only care

Only with you my true friend will I say
Give me your hand that we may pray
To the end of life's road have we now come
To accept our actions and our own outcome  


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CHANGE MUST COME WITHIN

Humanity must get in touch with nature in order to pr ogres spiritually.
Nature; do we appreciate God's artistic beauty.
In society we are preoccupied with "getting and spending."
Is our natural resources descending?
All our future problems are from our past.
Evil's shadow is starting to cast.
Government is full of lies and anarchy.
I believe that is why our economy is full of so much animosity.
As our love ones die so shamelessly in Iraq we still get no help or apologies.
My soul tirelessly drifts but  I pray for hope and a new direction.
May God have mercy on our nation.
In these times of solitude and despair.
I love and have faith in God so I will not live in fear.
My spirit feels so complete and free.
Every day, moment, or second I pray for peace and harmony.
If we are looking for change it must come within.


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


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Underground

there is a poem on the wall
two words-one of four-one of five
a poem on the underground wall
no one knows who-he ran off into the night
a two worded poem-what can it mean?
the days of Dylan are gone
when it could be put to song
and still be believed
it is the spoken word that drives our world
what it says is open to interpretation
but as consolation
I'll tell you what it means
Love and Peace
try to understand-you can't
try to see it as the a-train rapidly speeds away
carrying on her people who live faster than she
what it says is open to interpretation
but despite my hesitation
I'll tell you what it means
Love and Peace
all we need is love to give peace a chance
but we need more than love or peace will never come
if we lack the conviction to remain committed 
to the poem on the underground wall


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 | Rhyme | |

The Blind

I am blind, I cannot see
The faces in the mask of nobility
The truth of life –the reality
Apathy and hatred’s frailty

I can’t feel the poison in the air
Of cruelty, greed and injustice
Causing anguish and despair
And political power’s edifice

I can’t hear the cry of souls
And desperation in autumn of life
Someone achieving selfish goals
And the horror of conflict and strife

Colours of butterflies and rainbows
Are meaningless to my curiosity
It’s darkness, spring comes or goes
I can’t see ruthlessness and barbarity

Rain drops from punctured sky
Tears down the face of gloom
Dews rolling the cheeks of bloom
I can neither appreciate nor decry

Am I flawed or lucky as blind?
I feel tranquility of no sort
I see viciousness of no kind
I recognize them not with senses alert


Details | I do not know? | |

God is naked every day

God is naked 
every day.
Clothes are just 
The shame that we wear.
God is naked every day.
Clothes are just
The shame that we've made.
Simplify this need for "life".
I'll simplify my need for "wife".
I did not eat an apple or seed.
This birthright shame I do not need.
If you blame us all, this human race,
You change your love to a racist face.
Your creation skills were not the best
But you turn around and blame a breast.

It's ok God.
You made us imperfect.
Cause nobody's perfect.


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 | Free verse | |

As One

When we unite, we become more powerful.
When we fight together, there’s a greater chance we’ll win the war.
When we work as one, the future of this world is at peace.


Details | I do not know? | |

MEMORIAL DAY

What will you do this Memorial Day? 
Is it just another day off,  
For fun and getting away? 
Will you picnic with friends and family, 
In your usual way? 
 
Will you stop to remember those, 
Who have been and gone, 
Or will you forget what this day is about, 
And just move on? 
 
Will you stop by a loved one's 
Final resting place that day, 
To lay flowers of love, 
And pay tribute in your own special way? 
 
Will you stop by the grave of a fallen soldier, 
Be they a stranger or friend, 
Paying your respect to them, 
For their willingness to fight for our freedoms, 
To the bitter end? 
 
Will you look at your country's flag, 
Each and every hue, 
And remember that each color, 
Has meaning to me and to you? 
 
To me, the red represents, 
The blood that's been shed, 
By those who have protected our country, 
And are now dead. 
 
To me, the blue represents, 
Patriotism at its best, 
For each one who died, 
Did so to defend our country's interests. 
 
The white, to me, represents, 
The faith, purity and loyalty of all who died, 
Thinking only of their country, 
And putting their personal interests aside. 
 
So now as you plan your Memorial Day, 
Hang our country's flag high, 
And stop for a moment of silence, 
Paying tribute to all who've passed away, 
That we might make it to, 
Another Memorial Day.


Details | Tanka | |

Hello

It is important

we all must acknowledge it

most just overlook

but it is the way people meet

so please make your hello count



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 | |

24 Hour Prayer

I would like to challenge the world to have one day of peace, something this great 
land of ours really and truly needs.
For one day of peace, can we show each other a little juman kindness, just leave 
all the bad memories and negativity behind us, as we say a prayer in silence.
For one day of peace, can we say no to anger and hello to love, for 24 hours, just 
think with our hearts, instead of using our guns.
For one day of peace, can we truly be honest, not as americans or politicians, but 
as one single person on this earth, that can see what the problem is
For one day of peace, can you imagine such a very enormous accomplishment, 
to only show each other compassion, instead of sin and violence.
For one day of peace, can we think of togetherness, instead of so much 
seperation, be more humanitarian, and help heal this nation.
For one day of peace, are willing to ignore hatred and embrace human 
exceptance, we only have one chance at life, I'd rather enjoy it, than spend the 
rest of my life trying to forget it.


Details | I do not know? | |

Queen's Love

Sparkle dreams 
       
                  of summer love
               
                                      pleasures a women's 
                              

     inner love. 
                        
                       Love is 
                                           
                                             complicating,  
                                                      

             being a 
                                                          
                           life gift for                                                 
                                        
                                                    a royal Queen.


Details | Free verse | |

Do Unto Others

Welcome to the new millennium
Seven years in the making.
Forever forsaking.
Every year touted as the last one on earth
Yet we all know the worth
Of a dollar.
Holler if you hear someone knocking
On heavens door.
No one lives there any more.
We bury our ineptitude in Prozac
Leaving a chemtrail of excuses
For a meager existence.
Ya we got a persistence
Stuck tight to our convictions
All kinds of strange fictions
We can relate to.
Take two.
We wanna make an easy living
And we ain’t forgiving no one their ways
If they’re different from ours.
Mars is looking pretty good from here.
Nasa’s fear for the final escape from hell.
Oh well, I figure we’re better off without them
Let the Baptists shout them off and out a here.
How about a beer?
We have planning to do for after the fall
Damn prince is late for the ball
Again.
Men.
Third time then.
Had some ideas the sixties lost
In the purple haze that cost
Jimmy and Janice that open door
The gratefully dead rise once more
And walk among us for commercial benefit
A one hit one hit, never hurt a bit.
Even cowgirls get the blues
Just looking at all the used to’s.
Like clean water and air.
Really not fair
To the next generation.
What nation started the wars
And the what ifs and what fors
Mean nothing much
So out of touch
With our roots of empathy
Even the score
Take four.
Sugar plum fairies spun a new one
And LA went glitter. Get a baby sitter
We’re going for a ramble
A gamble, lose our homeland
To the security of perpetual debt
In the casinos of the golden carrot
Walmart shoppers
And show stoppers
Of celeb status
Getting at us
With attitude meant to be rude,
Exclude, ridiculed, died in the nude
Don’t mean to intrude,
but
Good company
Is so hard to come by
Buried like Pompeii
Wrapped in our denial
All the while
Our ship is sinking
And all the thinking
Hasn’t changed a lot.
All we got in the final analysis
is this.
Do unto others.
We’re all sisters and brothers
All nations
All our relations.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Wings of a Dove

If Peace, Love, Charity and Equality were liquids and I had wings like a Dove 
I would fly over the nations and pour them out one by one
First I would mix Peace and Love very thick, and do the same with Charity and Equality so 
Everyone would have double care for his fellow man.
What is peace with out love and charity with no equality? 
And if there was a nation I could not reach I would give a branch of understanding to the Eagle and a branch of forgivness to the Dove, the Hope of happiness and love spread through out the World.  
  
Claire A. Johnson


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 | |

Cause and Clarity

The fear in not knowing why
The fearful control your dreams
Where nothing will let it die
Controlled by your bitter needs

Various levels of evil rule
This politic has no name
Because if it was clear to you
We would exit this deadly game

So we bleed and we suffer hate
Poisoned without a home
With a fear that steals our fates
To resist is to die alone

This martyr will raise his voice
No matter what you will say
As long as I have a choice
And as long as I know my name

Every fear will rise to meet
The fearless speaking truth
Though the lost never want to see
I will not suffer your self-abuse


Details | Free verse | |

Ethnic cleansing

It doesn’t matter what my faith is.
It doesn’t matter what my caste is.
It doesn’t matter what my complexion is.
It doesn’t matter where I live.
Above all I am a human
That should be taken into account.

The wise saying:
United we stand
Divided we fall
Is ignored 
By so many people!

O the angry mob
Please don’t go for ethnic cleansing
Please don’t shed blood of another human
In the name of religion or whatever else.

Irrespective of your faith 
Why don’t you think
We are all brothers and sisters
To maintain peace?

Please think with your brain
And feel with your heart
It is the only remedy
To cure your mind’s disease.


Details | Didactic | |

Love: Precious to Behold

Love is a beautiful virtue; it transcends all facets of life-
And when in active motion, love is the greatest motivator, prompting us to do the 
Right.

Love works no ill towards others; love is pure; love endures; love is kind; it's 
strong-the great purifier of every wrong.

Love is endless, faithful and true; never severs but with diligence, bonds all 
people, kindred, nations and tongues.

Love is stedfast, constant, unselfish, glorious; changing lives to a state of living 
victorious with peaks of joy and peace for abundant living.

Love bonds, mends, never pretends; but makes each heart positive, happy, 
content and eager to be the best in character he can be.

Love rules the World, the Universe and within its power exists the Source of 
everlasting Eternal Light.


Details | Free verse | |

Soldier's Dog Tag

            Soldier, your job is to wipe out 

             the enemy, then hold ground;

               for in the smoky bloodbath, 

         there are no nice, universal truths,

                but for the will to stay alive, 

     it's either you or them,  kill or be killed;

        and to keep your sanity, you've got 

            to discard your own humanity;

   for should you survive you'll have to face 

            a far fiercer battle back home,

     where many in our ungrateful society 

                 will look at you with fear 

                        and suspicion,

               no, never as living heroes 

                          of this nation !


Details | I do not know? | |

broken

What if I were to tell you, that I'm tired and broken,
In my heart...my mind...my soul,
And yet...I can fix anything alone.
So...all I can do is cry.

Scarred from personal trials and tribulations,
But mostly...from the state of the world.
And yet...I can fix nothing alone.
So...all I can do is cry.

The pain of knowing that the flora, fauna and animals,
Which are treated with such indifference and cruelty,
And yet...I can fix nothing alone.
So...all I can do is cry.

I see the treatment of the underprivaledged and starving peoples of the world,
Who only get help when it suits a country or an organizations adgenda,
And yet...I can fix nothing alone.
So...all I can do is cry.

With every new story or news event I hear,
Which pushes my faith in man further away,
And yet...I can fix nothing alone.
So...all I can do is cry.

When I hear of the good people...who tried to make a difference,
Murdered...silenced...given no respect, just because they want peace for the world and for the health of the planet,
And yet...I can fix nothing alone.
So...all I can do is cry.

The religions who preach peace and love for your fellow man...be it friend or enemy,
Reduced to hollow words, that make them feel justified...for the actions they take,
And yet...I can fix nothing alone.
So...all I can do is cry.

I know I'm not the only one broken, in their heart, in their mind and in their soul,
Each of us...tearful with the unheard music of hope, reason and empathy,
Yet...I think if we all globally stood up and said why we are broken, then maybe...just maybe, we could fix something.
So...all I can do is smile at the thought of it.


Details | Free verse | |

Tear drops

This is not how happened
Because earth so warmed.
Yet sky carried a few gray.

Each time man take others live
Take away freedom to breath.
Tear drops no stranger in mothers face.


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #87 / Outside the Capitol

Outside the Capitol
a young veteran is carrying
a flag, upside-down
and a wheeled coffin containing his friend
harsh words are tossed, and a Patriot
sneaks behind, robbing the deceased of his
combat boots. Fly off!
Ah, but quicker feet! Tackled from behind!
Punches thrown! A fight!
Who is winning?


Details | Rhyme | |

Dolly Parton

I've always loved her music
Her endless beauty and grace
I just listen to "Hello God"
ITears are rolling down my face

I'm not religious
I don't own a Holy Book
I have my own God
It's a different path I took

I gotta tell you though
This is song describes us all
If the world doesn't work together
It will eventually fall


Details | Rhyme | |

Death Of A Dream

The speaker stood before the crowd
a tall, bronzed, kindly figure
and told the people all around
with clarity and vigour,
that segregation was something
that we know isn't right,
but it's not with the body
but the mind, that we must fight.
He travelled halfway round the world
to try and make them see,
that violence was not the thing
to set his people free.
His reputation grew and he was 
always in the news
and multitudes of people came
to listen to his views.
His people new that with Gods help
he'd champion their cries,
with speeches on non-violence
he won the Nobel Prize.
But there were still some people who
just didn't think him right,
and disagreed with talks of peace
they thought it best to fight.
Now this man was so popular
his name a household word,
so when they tried to put him down
their voice was never heard.
One man became fanatical
and tried to find a way
to make the people listen
to the things he had to say,
but found the people only came
to listen to the preacher,
and realised a pupil cannot
interrupt the teacher. 
In desperation now he tried
to get rid of this man,
his twisted brain had just one thought
to carry out his plan.
He watched across the rooftops
until the speaker came in view
and never gave a second thought
to what he had to do.
The countries all across the world
could hear the bullet ring,
and people cried to hear the death
of Martin Luther King.


Details | Rhyme | |

Start the Good

Start the good
Start the great
Quit the hurt and quit the hate
Show some love
From above
Stop the crime
Keep everything safe all
Time
Try to be sweet
Keep everything nice and neat
Quit the killing
start the willing
The willing to get up and help
Keep the love kept
Start the good
In all neighborhoods


Details | Sonnet | |

Kindred Spirit

Is your spirit ready to cross the great big Ocean?
And is your heart open to the wind and free to run? 
It’s where our nights and days are never done,
It’s where we sail and soar with a higher notion.

We are the magic’s most powerful potion.
Lying under the heat of the scorching Sun,
It’s where you and I lay together as one.
It’s where our spirit is in mighty motion.

Carried across the Mountains peak,
One by one it is our blissful state.
Many and more will rise to seek.
The Moon’s glow conquering their fate!

Shielded by my glorious kindred spirit,
You will all know my voice when you hear it.

® Registered: Ann Rich 2006


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 | Fibonacci | |

EYE TO EYE

Two
way
process-
perspective
foresees contentment.


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 | |

Looking Glass

We looked through the looking glass
to see what we could see
We looked at mankind's history past
and of the promised future        that's to be
 
We studied the pain and suffering
and of all the things we brake
of what peace on earth will bring
the paradise of      which you spake
 
We have contemplated lives entwined with ours
upon their hearts and thought
the lack of tender childhood find
and the painful life that       it has brought
 
We have listened to all the stories 
and paid attention to lessons laid
considered all virtuous glories
and the commands of Love      you bade
 
Even still with all we've sought
perfection in ourselves we do not find
instead we this accursed lot
that affects our hearts            and mind
 
Seems no matter how hard we strive
it is imperfection we all do
we find the law of sin alive
the impossibility of          faultess true
 
We sought out wisdom     and foolishness
found pleasure    and stabbing pain
our education is oft lost on us
our own stupidity           in mind takes reign
 
Only one example has shown the Light
of what a faultless man could be
in every instance his judgment right
displayed an understanding        we could see
 
If ever there was beauty to be found within a man
someone must have witnessed it and showed a divine plan
nothing in mankind's history has overcome his lust for war
its beyond our imagination     to die for Love our overture
 
A majestic character and personality
you have sought to teach
with human stories with their understanding
each ones heart                have sought to reach 
 
James 1:22-25
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | List | |

Love, It's Cupid Fling

                                    
                           Always           Let
                       Me                             Us 
                    And                               Live
                    You                                   In
                       By                             This
                         Shared             World
                              Peace       With
                                       Love
                                         

Love interferes…...with life, it changes everything
Leaving you something to remember…..anything
Different forms, different strokes, its cupid’s fling 
It comes in many ways....and causes you a thing

It makes you happy, seeing your dearest puppy 

It makes you cry, when somebody takes your own pie

It makes you laugh, when it tingle you, with its touch

It makes you lie, when you’ve tasted another pie

It breaks your mom’s heart, when you suddenly depart

It gives courage to steal ones love, when one’s in love

It gives life to some, when true love conquers the heart

It causes death, too, when one couldn’t bear the hurt

Ah! Love, there is more, but I don’t want, you, to bore
Just open your heart……and gladly, I’ll share my part
If, you’re ready now, come.........I’ll take you to my vow
Forever, we’ll live in this world....with peace and love!





Details | Light Poetry | |

'The Woman and The Wall...'

The Woman Stands By The Wall
… knowing No Harm Shall Pass Thru
It is Strong … Made of Stone and Tall
A Constructed, Marvel – True …

The Woman Places By The Wall …
… a Basket of Hopes and Dreams
She knows, No Creepy Creature Can Crawl
Past This Foundation, as Deep as the Seas …

And The Wall Reaches to Destinies Un-Shown
Long Distance, Soaring Sure and Straight
So, the Woman can Lean Upon
and Rest on This Journey So Great

The Woman Stays By The Wall
The Wall Blocks Out Horrible Views
And Screams and Things Too Evil To Call…
… She Never Wants To Go Over You …

The Woman Holds Onto The Wall
Admiring Its Fortitude, Its Texture
And Tho’ Her Hands May Be Small
She Will Attempt to Respectfully Measure

… This Reliable, Wonderful-Wall
Stands Built, for Her Pretty Protection
So, This Battle-Scarred-Wall, Will Not Fall…
… from Her Supporting, Adoring, Affection

For God, Took Away Her Prayer-Shawl                    1 Cor. 11: 5
as She Marched, Under Heavenly-Protocol
and Master-Builder, Chose This One Over Them All
to Be Her Outstanding, Warrior-Wall !

…  The Woman and The Wall …


Details | Senryu | |

Cultures Of The World

cultures of the world
wars predictable, than peace
every now and then


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet: The Secret of Success: Love

(English Sonnet)


You can’t really succeed without love
Love or its lack will make you weak or strong
Love is the key to success from God above
And its power is a victorious song!

With love we can overcome all kind of evil
God give us all a heart and soul to love
With an option to be kind forgive ill
And we can do it walking in His love.

Sometimes you may think that you can’t do this
But let me tell you in Jesus name you will
Cause walking in His Word/ Light is the key
Think hard, you decide! God’s way or your will.

Just keep in mind that God/Love never, ever fails!
Do everything with love, heart with joy will fill!



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008



December,9,2008


Details | I do not know? | |

The Price Of Oil

Aghast, blood has been shed
The shedder is a westerner who sleeps in his bed

While his minions patrol blindly for fear of retribution
But deep in their heart regret their contribution

Georgey Pordgey pudding pot
Ran some oil and made it rot

He tried what he could but still he fail
So he turned to the desert to help him bail

Now he’s won and things couldn’t be brighter
He’s on fire no help from a lighter

As he rows his boat and then drops anchor
Up the bank there comes a stranger

He hops in and starts to speaking
They shake hands then end the meeting

Stranger leaves and he is all alone
So he rows back from hence he come

He goes back to la maison blanche
Has a meeting to announce a missile launch

Against an old friend who is friend no more
And 4 years later he’s hung on a cord

And he parades as if all is well
But the truth not hidden we all can tell

As sons and brothers mothers and daughters
Have not come back from trips with fathers

The nights alone become longer
While the price of oil seems to go higher

It was all for not for we have accomplished none
It is time to leave, I said it and it shall be done.


Details | Rhyme | |

Blood on Emeralds

The blood of Emeralds
In Northern Ireland's streets
Where sides detest
Victims they seek
 
Religious divide
Neighbours slain
For the life of me
What to gain
 
These troubled times
Historic sores
Deep rooted pasts
Now to the fore
 
IRA
UDA
Many guns came out to play
Both sides fell, as they murderously slay
During the week, even Sundays
 
The Belfast agreement of 1998
This Land of Emeralds, in peaceful state
Neighbours safe to talk again
Never allow the blood, on the Emeralds stain

" Dedicated to all Ireland - The Emerald Isle "


Details | Free verse | |

A reason for reason

There is a reason for all things.
A reason for reason
Some we know
Other reasons forgotten
Some think too little,
Some think too much
There is a reason for all things
It’s a season for reason
To contemplate all things
With reason
Think things through
I know it doesn’t answer
Why bad things happen, why
Some live, some die
Why some hate and others
Find love~
Some reasons just
~are
Other reasons
Appear life’s unfair
When we reason
When our reason rises
From Earth, it all
Makes sense
Then we are told
Every reason big or small
Some reason, there is
Others reason nothing beyond
Some believe in happen stance
Serendipity, many don’t reason
A reason for being~
Many, people don’t care
I tell you there is reason
For every season, all
Information is reasoned data
Think it through
This poet finds
This reason to write
To contemplate
It to you
You’re the reason
I reason~
Exist
For this reason
What you must reason
Is, do you reason?
Have you found your
Reason,
 for reason? 


Details | ABC | |

WHAT ENDING?

Could not hold it, put it down.
TIME.
The words forget you, pass by.
You remain standing on the brink.
Now, now, where to go?

Time avenges, walks on you
and you cannot catch the breath,
to fill the space between life and death
life will not move, death will not stop.
If not ready to live, death will not look like you
you will not look like death.

World changes every thing,
when seeing stops, listening begins
losing threads of me, between you and me
between me and you.
Something grows out of the mud
a new star.

Begins from end, the ending
of beginning. No ending, no beginning.
Timeless, faceless, nameless
groping in void, to catch the alphabets
Peaks are very frightening
Then where is the end ? No end.
This is the end.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Classicism | |

Happy New Year

 Happy New Year
   
 
  The sights...........The sounds
Tooooooooooooot...Toooooooooooot
Hoooooooooooonk...Hooooooooooooonk
People everywhere
without a care
Strangers speaking
...Wishing you the best
In the New Year

This Euphoria
In all its Gloria
Thy soul speaks to me
Wishing this would last forever

In my happiness
There is sadness
Knowing that this joyous occasion
The sun will
Will turn to rain.

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn  
 


Details | Free verse | |

What a Shame?

This poem is dedicated to an Innocent murdered modeller Jesica Lall, She was 
shot dead in the gathering of four hundreds in a hotel in Delhi. Seven years 
proceeding, Indian Court freed her killers because their parents were political 
and Landlord. They bought judicial system, police and witnesses. The people 
they worship God everyday but their souls are dead? They stop to reckon killers. 
What is a shame on Indian Justice? Where are human rights for poors in India? 
Is the world captured by dishonest souls? They have no meaning for poor’s 
living. We need such international Court where a poor can beg for Justice.

What is a great India?
God always having his birth,
As a Lord Buddha,
As a Lord Krishna,
As a Lord Rama,
As A Guru Nanak,
As a Guru Gobind Singh.

200 thousands Saints,
Everyday practice Religion,
They exercise experiences of life,
A faith and dedications,
For human achievements,
They worship monkey and elephant Gods,
For their standard of living.

But most souls are corrupt,
Everyday is a new scandal,
Parliament introduced new Laws,
But Member of Parliament drinks it's juice,
Judicial system burns in bribery,
Police peels off the skin of innocents,
Bureaucracy is sucking blood.

Everyone was born racist,
They live and die racist,
What is a pity India?
Where God having his Birth,
Or untouchables, for being a human,
Agitation is only for justice,
Preaching is a way of earning. 

World is thinking,
India is a democratic country
What's a shame?
Feudal system is still active,
And blaming colonialism,
After fifty sex years sovereignty,
Caste, Religion, language and colour,
Dowry system burnt only innocents.

World is a Global village,
Is it a symptom of a civil nation?
Or World politician are also getting corrupt,
Who afraid n't to take an action,
Who will secure human rights?
Is the terrorism n't progressing?


Details | Rhyme | |

What Is This World Turning Into?

What is this world turning into?
Is there anything that I can possibly do?
Young people are starting to steal
And young people are starting to kill
Even on the busy streets of Crenshaw
People just love to disobey the law
Crazy people are always starting stuff
Most of the time, they just think they're tough
Young people want to start using a gun
They do it because they think it's fun
Young men are turning into thugs
And pregnant teens are using drugs
Dear Lord, What is this world turning into?
Please, is there something I could possibly do?
I would love for this world to have peace
Dear Lord, is there a way for the violence to decrease?


Details | Rhyme | |

Ultra, Venetian Sunsets

Gondolas thrift contently upon a gentian violet
Thrown from dusky sunsets on a marauding wake  
Adopting Venetians transpose as the partake;   
Sip mulberry wine to toast the ultraviolet.

Cerulean skies, inundations, surge the amaranth 
Spray lavender with a mauve bouquet of backcloth;
Bear a pigmentation that the heliotropes strove forth 
Luminary, heather halos mimic gamma strength. 

Plum age old interceptors, those cardinals and priests
Rage velveteen and indigo, planning sermons apiece,
Text books coloured aubergine bless a firmament lease 
Like exorcists displaying ways to snub behemoth beasts.  

The Grand Canal is unified as the amethysts surrounding:
Producing arch goliaths, as the buildings passing by
Shape a deep mauve battlement, twilight’s gradual high    
The sheer delight of Indigo, the honeymooners grounding. 


Details | I do not know? | |

GANG BANGER

You seek acceptance from a posse of thugs; you have done every-
thing with them including sell drugs.
You’re fighting for streets that aren’t even yours; many friends are 
gone from all of the wars.
These are wars that can’t be won; can anyone remain standing when all 
is said and done? 
The cycle of violence never ends; sooner or later you’ll run out of 
friends.
Do you really believe that they are your friends? You look at me and 
say: “well that all depends.”
Would they visit you if you were incarcerated? Their true allegiance to 
you would be demonstrated.
When you’re incarcerated you will be on your own; they won’t even call 
you on the telephone!
If you were killed they wouldn’t even pay their respects; you can see 
how much loyalty for you that reflects!
They would pour out some liquor for their fallen comrade; you truly 
have potential so it would really be sad.
Listen to these words from an Educated Poet; I’m telling the truth and 
I am sure that you know it.
Yesterday your Posse took out someone’s brother; you said: “well 
he shouldn’t have wore the wrong color!.”
Maybe they took him out for being in your hood; whatever the reason it 
was definitely not good.
It’s so easy for you to take someone out; but you don’t even know 
what life’s all about.
If you want a war you can join the Army; go to Iraq and be all 
you can be!
Get out of the gang before it’s too late; even if you have to move from 
your state.
You say you're hoping to be around for a while; I suggest you give up that 
“Gang Banger” life style.


Details | Couplet | |

Words Of Love

O gee, hate…love…hate…love…hate.
Why do other people have to debate!?

The words of love, we shall now give;
These we have once…twice, received.

It brings peace and light to their spirit;
Of those who are in hungry need, of it.

It gives strength and hope to their life;
Of those who have nothing…but strife.

The words of love, we shall now give;
These we have once…twice, received.

O gee, hate…love…hate…love…hate.
Why do other people have to debate!?



Details | Free verse | |

My Country Tis Of Thee

My Country Tis Of Thee 
My American Heritage. 
One old leather boot,and a tennis shoe,a cause celibre. 
A belly full of alkaline water in the desert. 
Squirting out all of my survival. 
Looking closer on the level of the belly of the snake. 
NavaJo religion is my profession, 
Kiva for three days,listening to ancestors speaking. 
Truth it came to me.My Country Tis Of Thee. 
Food and water is worth more than gold and silver. 
Life is more than a shirt and a pants. 
Living in peace and in harmony dance. 
Holding on to Jesus never letting go. 
Holding on to treason hating my past life. 
Letting go of reason in the face of my new future. 
Finding love in outer space places. 
Embracing myself to have my ewe in my future. 
Finding the reasons to die for my religion. 
Colors of the flag blend into rainbows,too. 
America the beautifull is just me and it is ewe. 



Details | Free verse | |

Perhaps Peace

what I wouldn't give to erase
from the earth’s weary face
all that is wicked and base:

warmongers and evildoers,
pre-emptive troublemakers,
rapacious, societal leaders,
crooked empire-builders;

then maybe peace may stir 
and finally reign…forever.


Details | Couplet | |

Let's Start Today

Let's bring into this world peace
So all these wars and violence can cease
Let's stop all this hatred
And give the poor and homeless a piece of bread
Let's start by changing us all and right from inside
And letting God be your guide
There's so much we need to change
Even if it looks and sounds strange
We can all start sometime and somewhere
By showing in everything that we do, that we care

Let's be careful in the manner that we speak
Let's be strong and not weak
Let's show this world, that we still stand strong and tall
Let's unite together with courage and tear down every single wall
Let's bring into this world of ours much more love and peace
So a lot of this vicious circle of strife and pain can one day cease
Let's start today and let's do it right from the place in which we live
Let's always be respectful of our neighbors and our fellow man
Let's give the best of ourselves everyday and all the time that we can.
Let's stop this madness and get rid of all these illegal drugs today
They can destroy everything that you have and will kill you too
Make a vow to bring God into your life every single day
And make Him part of everything that you do.
Believe that your life will be more productive and blessed
When you put Him first in every thing
That you set your mind to do when you bring
Him closer and right inside your heart
And from you He shall never depart
So start by doing this and much more
Let's answer the call and open the door
Let's be watchful of everything that we do and say
And let's be thankful and pray to God everyday!



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008


February,2,2008


Details | Light Poetry | |

Give Me Some Words

Give Me Some Words
        by Amy Swanson 12/2008


Give me some words 
     and I'll give you a rhyme
A few precious thoughts, 
     just a bit of your time

Let's love one another 
    and sing a new song
Keep all that's right
    and fix all that's wrong

Greet the new day
    with a kiss and a smile
With the knowledge that 
     living this life is worthwhile.

Sing a new lyric
   and hear with our heart
Combine all the separate
   that keeps us apart

Out with the old, 
    and in with the new;
Out with the "me"
    and in with the "you"

Loving each other 
     eternity's key
It's beginnings are old...
     it continues with me.

We must let love's message
     of learning to trust
dwell never ending
      in each one of us.

If you or I think
    that we don't need each other
How can any stand
    with no sister, no brother?

So give me some words
      and I'll give you a rhyme
We'll share life's sweet poem
      one line at a time.
  
   


Details | I do not know? | |

DARKNESS AND LIGHT

Anger, revenge, and destruction
Overshadow the face of the earth.
“An eye for an eye,” never ending,  
At a cost that’s far more than its worth.
                                          
Can our minds never grasp understanding?
Can our hearts never learn to forgive?
Can we never renounce hatred and malice,
And just learn to live, and let live? 
                                      
Let us turn from the wrath of the eagle,
And seek, rather, the peace of the dove.
Let us turn from the way of rancor and hate,
And be filled with the sunlight of love.
                                      
Hatred rejoices in darkness,
But the dark is dispelled by the light.
Sunshine illumines the shadows
And conquers the demons of night.


Details | ABC | |

WAYWARD SON

Silent go the dead
on the moon,
to know the secret of its smile.

Did we know the ending of leads?
The dream within the thoughts?
Silent moves the trembling hand
to print its signature on the heart.

what is so tragic about life?
The memory of bruises or attachment?
We always talked about cleanliness
of language, of lending beauty to words,
when hate and anger brought on the
ugly nuances.

Somebody revises the text,
Tongue tastes the skin,
I start counting my failures
and my books.

Silent stands the mother
for the wayward son.


SATISH VERM


Details | Quatrain | |

CHANGING TIMES IN AMERICA

Women are quickly adjusting to modern times
by being more liberal and independent of men;
gone is the housewife, mother and wife,
who stayed home and took care of her children...



On the other hand, men seem to have lost their power
as breadwinners by becoming less caring and loving husbands;
families rarely gather at dinner to discuss matters, 
and this daily celebration pleased their Creator...



Martin Luther was assassinated and John F. Kennedy followed him,
so did his brother Robert and America watched and mourned;
these were, indeed, difficult times that changed the image of a nation,
and the innocent blood spilled by hatred spread more indignation...



Unexpectedly, something marvelous happened which brought awareness;
and soon after the American astronauts landed on the barren and grey moon,
everyone wanted to declare their rights as abiding and loyal citizens
of a country that suppressed freedom and created unneccessary choas and gloom...

   

This teen was powerless and horrified witnessed these events that changed America,
peace, justice and fairness were far cries from reality, more needed to be done; and mama
didn't want to lose me when the Vietnam War started and hippies refused to pick up arms;
and their peaceful songs are a  reminder of a youth spared by God for His great purpose...
 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

Getting Somewhere (2005)

No more buses no more trains
No more freezing and waiting in the snow and rain
The blazing sun used to melt my face
Having your own car is having your own space
No more sitting next to Mr pong
Finally getting somewhere lets hope its lasts long 


Details | ABC | |

SELF-DECEPTION

Homeless wanderer
my bohemian moon.
I continue my journey
till the clouds manipulate.

Crisp sky favours the stars
in dark night of gloom
of your failed promises,
and my goddess of ruin.
self-deception was a great relief !

Golden praise can do no harm.
You were targeting the great sentences,
and easy flows the river under sun,
there was nothing left in the desert
and slowly burns the cauldron of craft.

That sudden spurt of rage and tears,
strangle of dreams, roses and hopes.
My empty hands, white skin, leafy eyes
Why ? Am I tremendous, expanding like sea ?


SATISH VERMA


Details | Free verse | |

' Last Will & Testament ... '

I Have The Heritage:                               of A Human-Being
I Have A Legacy:                                    of Life and Light-Seeing
I Have The Culture:                                of Population of The Same Classes
And the ‘ In Loving Memory Of ‘ Deeds:    of The Same Masses

For I Have Been Bequeathed:                  and Breathe By The Spirit of God
… and Bless ‘You’, for The Posterity:         and Prosperity of The Peoples, Lord
I Have A Legitimate Claim:                      of Love for God, Adored …
Let My Last Will & Testament Be:              In My Behalf, Too, The Blood Your Son Poured


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #90 / Shall we

Ah! A beautiful day! Blue skies!
Sunlight, glistening, drips from the sides of leaves!
But no president, no congress, no media hears
silent screams fall on deaf ears.
Shall we make this audible?


Details | Free verse | |

WHAT KEEPS PEOPLE HONEST

Never take anything that's not yours,
something that you haven't earned;
somebody worked hard to get that,
so put it down and think of a better way  
to lift that weight off of  your conscience!
If all followed your example,.
and in front of God they'd tremble,
we would have less crime today!.
  
What keeps people honest
is the fear of being caught
and dearly pay for doing wrong;
some laugh at your hesitation,
others foresee your frustration;
be stronger and wiser than them
by giving honesty another image:
truly genuine and truthful!

Would you like to imagine or really see
a world without danger or trouble?
Start cleaning up your act and be humble:
many will notice the sudden change
and begin their endless jeourney...
down a more righteous road full of wisdom;
what they'll learn from your new image,
can't be compared to what will come! 

What keeps people honest
is the embarassment of being criticized,
or even worse of being alienated from society;.
and that fret state of mind
guards them against any attempt
to break the law as often as they could! 
Then does the human spirit, indomitable and free,
have an imponderable conscience... 
ready to violate all moral principles
that any law-abiding citizen never would?

Perfection is not found in humans,
unless they turn to spiritual guidance,
and they could have a soul
as dark as the Devil,
but with grace they are transformed
and made as obedient as angels;
you have a greater potential...
simply rise above them!     



Details | I do not know? | |

Moab

A war without boundaries
A nation under fear
Our government's intended motives
Aren't so crystal clear

The powers that be say we fight for freedom
But is that really the case?
The powers that be are money hungry
They are sickened with the taste

They will stop at nothing
To get their desires fulfilled
Even if innocents die
And another soldier is killed

Who can possibly stop them?
Their power seems too great
We were hoodwinked into a hidden agenda
Now retribution seems too late


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #84 / Laughs all around

“No more blood on foreign soil
sleep with interns, not with oil!”
Laughs all around!


Details | ABC | |

SHOCK THE GARDEN

Symbols are true, because they are there.
Your solemn ache
proud of failure
traces a circle.
Dark and eternal, in all its purity
punishment becomes an award for life.

It is not difficult to know
whether a god exists.
You commit suicide to become a god.

Inoculating falsehood
dying daily unto death was not my pitch.

Your mind breaks the moon in dark,
into hundred bright crumbs.
Each bit becomes a metaphor
To shock the garden.


SATISH VERMA


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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

To one of many heroes of blockade of Leningrad.

 

                       Dedicated to memory of my mother-in-law, 

                          Nina Mihalova 

 

Forgive me, please.

I speak these words too late.

You have been long already in the other world,

And God welcomed you.

But I want to thank you today.

I thank you for your patience and modesty, boldness and kindness,

I thank you for force of your spirit and generosity of your soul.

All this has helped you during terrible 900 days of blockade of Leningrad

to live, give and rescue the life of my most dear person,

your son Vladimir. 

He was born on November 6, of 1941,

 when Leningrad was surrounded by the German armed forces.

You came back to work a month later after his birth.

You had not enough food or warmth in your apartment,

You worked together with men from morning till the late evening

In a huge foundry. It was very heavy work.

It was too heavy a time for such a small, fragile woman like you.

But you never complained.

Your husband was lost, dying to protect Leningrad from fascists.

You met death around you very often.

But you worked for victory and a life for your son. 

Once, when you have taken him from his bed to feed,

a bomb fell right on that place where he had been laid!

You have again rescued him.

You are not present with us already many years.

But I remember your nice smile

And I see your features on the face of my husband

who is the most important person in my life.

I hope you hear me 

and I ask your blessing and protection.

 




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 | I do not know? | |

Fear For Man's State

Fear for Man's State,
His condition;
Words ever late,
War's negation.
Men's Hearts must shout,
Free and purposed;
That Peace will out
Is Pre-supposed.
Deny,if must,
Love's angry twin;
Progress will rust,
The greater sin.


Details | ABC | |

CHARITY

Sometimes death lives for eternity,
a captive of silence,
or in hidden journey to flesh;
unless the body betrays the falling stars from eyes.

Dying was an appropriate thing
a festival of freedom for veils,
to leave you alone with your morality.

This terrible life ejects you
on the gravel to become a stone.
The fall from the beautiful height
was meant for charity.

No body wants to die for a toss-up 
with life,
for a secret game of tears and smile.
The true thing of despair generates
a darkness, whom I owe my light.


SATISH VERMA


Details | ABC | |

Thank you for your songs

To all  the wonderful folks on this site, the real poets:

When you sing your words
you seem to get me right
placing words into a sentence just so 
a sentence that  would take me all nite

I read and I'm not alone
I talk too much, alot
trying maybe too hard 
to get myself across

How do you do it?
putting to paper your thoughts, so near?
pain, love, redemption, contentment
every emotion, every tear?

You make words lovely for my eyes
Secret somethings to hold close
words I think about while driving
words from friends that I don't know 

Thank you sweet friends
I don't express enough
but I believe I really see you
and your words make me loved 

Some of you are truly brilliant
Some of you are plainly true
But like me, I think, you are all calling
I hear you

Kim















Details | Concrete | |

Bullet In The Chamber

Nobody can prevent,all you can do for crying out loud 
is join in its allowed.Allah ain't laughing.Ha Ha He
He.Every single signal of communication..Dangerous
like a bullet in the chamber.I am on am to fm
stereo;From digital,antenna,sattelite,also created HD
radio;I control ohms to make people say um.Day until
p.m.Each day I am if I wasn't why would I say I am.I have
no direction;I use every english word that I have
constructed.I use these commands at my selection.
Which gives my govt. the U.S.A. & I the biggest
erection.Never final. People should do a bowel
movement. I never throw in the white towel.I am after
the crown.All I ask is for is to form an original
thought. I faught and fought for a form of
thought.The f curse word is derived from forming.I wil get
laid,now a days,to hatch an egg.Unity= YoU aNd  I
Tea;whY not add lemon plus milk; and also "Equal"
and/or "Splenda".Its slpendid that I precisely select
the price of products."Equals" I did and still do.Is
dictatorship all right with you? I ma(ke it h)appen  I keep using a cue of clues to 
lead you; to lueryou to whom is the #1 world leader. This sole controllers' soul is 
sold on dvd's and cd's around the globe. I am used, misused, and abused.I 
mention a mansion. I am so intelligent. I will pop a tent. Earth is my brain. Every 
day before I wake I feel the power, I have explained I need a interview to show the 
world my inner view. The world will maintain on how I feel. I control mother nature 
so I wander maybe people could show me a sign of life, I take over the tv screen 
and the reality scene. I will reproduce the same as before during this era of 
errors until I am confronted. The world is insane, and I will reproduct at random 
who fills the shoes of who did it before. But who cares, and/or who would take 
action. All people do is believe and watch what I work hard to do. I am a ghost/ 
holy spirited person. This present tense. Is the future that I am physically in. My 
supervision controlled environment. I am the creature that makes the future.


Details | Terza Rima | |

Us.

If ever be the stone which casts across
the lake of breathing blue that we have forged
of hasty fingers in a careless toss

from denting sand in rings around our shore
in ripples we should answer in delight
and think not of the stone of our discord

as sparks of brilliance to the waves ignite
and gently break our skin to better things
with our full knowledge or without our sight

As much as settling stones are bound to sting
and shift our sleeping sands to high command
we may as well enjoy the change it brings

to move our comfort zone from where it stands
and set in motion light and cares and rest
upon the breathing blue and shifting sands

for this is not a boulder but a test
to strengthen up devotion at it's peak
a stone to sink and bury, at it's best.


Details | Free verse | |

After Victory

  The land is drenched in crimson
  the people are 
uneasy
      despite their apparent triumph
    they are not sure 
of their future
    "Let's see what tomorrow brings"
    Even thought the moon
still sends down its beams
     they must be wary of darkness
          As night turns to day
the people can wee the scene
           of their victory
Haven't they learned yet
that blood equals blood
     and every battle 
leads to more battles
    Only when this 
is understood
   will the dove of
peace    
  spread its wings 
and fly away


Details | Name | |

My Mind

I know you will be angry,
To read my mind and be ready,
To abuse me or to blame me,
But remember, how long,
Truth can burn on your Lie 
Without a fire pile.

.If you believe in respect,
And honour is also your ego,
Why do you believe that?
Others will tolerate your
Abuseable behaviour, is responsible 
To disturb someone’s peace.

Let’s come to compromise,
To break down the boundaries,
How long enemy’s can survive,
Who has no cloths to wear?
Who has no food to eat?
Who has only bullets to eat?


Details | Lyric | |

Follow Me

take my hand and follow me 
to a place where all are free
this is not the bitter end
we have found a happy land
come and find the answers to
the questions you've always had
drift into uncertainty
as we fall into the crystal sea
drown our problems in the wine
we will be just great and fine
I have seen the promised land
and it's not so great at all
but we can make our own way
it's not like we have to stay
we can find this perfect place
if we only run away
so follow me, I'll set you free
the time has come to free ourselves of our self 


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 | Senryu | |

Peace In Black And White

peace in black and white
great leaders of the world meet
war, still, continues


Details | Narrative | |

Freedom's Price

What price is freedom? 
Does anyone truly know? 
Can it be tallied up?
Brought out for show 

How is freedom measured? 
By its losses or its gain? 
Do we value it more than life? 
So we suffer through the insane 

Do we too easily accept 
That it's the way it has to be? 
Any sacrifice not too much 
In the quest to remain free 

Way easier to accept I'm sure 
If your not the one fighting the cause 
If you were I think it really would 
Give you every reason to pause

To see caskets arriving home 
We know the price too high 
In the name of so called freedom 
Far too many will have to die 

For loved ones left behind 
No freedom will ever be gained
For they will be bound and tied 
To live forever in their pain 

The freedom flag may fly 
But who will be left to see? 
Dead men don't have eyes 
Their souls the only thing free 

We think we have evolved 
From the brutality of the past 
Turn on the news each day 
The die has already been cast

What kind of world we do live in 
Were peace can't be achieved by words 
Where brawn replaces brains in men 
And freedom is gained through swords

What is freedom truly? 
Does anyone really know?
If it means the right to choose 
Then I'm sure I would say no 

I'd say no to violence 
Every single day
We have to just figure it out
There has to be a better way

A way to keep our loved ones safe 
Ways to help those in need 
There simply has to be an answer 
To allow us to eventually succeed

For all the families that have suffered 
We have to make sure there are no more 
In man's journey for peace and freedom 
We need to learn to shut the door on war!



Details | Free verse | |

Why Flowers Bloom

You remarked
The anger
You deeply felt

As you
Unveiled yourself
In solitude

Would have 
Burnt to ground
A city, yet

You make
This anger flow, like river
Of joy

To quench
The thirst
Of a desert--

And, flowers bloom to delight our eyes


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Mr. President

President, President what have you done?

There has been so much trouble since you won.

Seeing you on T.V. you seemed to be so wise.

Your years in office has really opened a lot of eyes.

I know you meant good, and you tried to do well,
but this country, excuse me, is going through hell.

Our lives were going good, and some were doing great, but now it's hard to put 
food on our plates.

Can you tell us what has happen to our economy? 
 
Have you used too much of the country's money?

Gas prices are so high today,
that each week we fill up it takes most of our pay.

It seems like America is under a curse,
because things in our country keep getting worse.

We will always wonder what really were your plans, because me and others use 
to be your biggest fans.

WE hope you accomplished what you intended to do.

You really don't realize the pain we're going through.

You may be rich and have it all, 
but why do the middle class and the poor have to fall?

We are not talking about people who don't work or try.

Were talking about people who work 2 or 3 jobs
just to get by.


Details | Rhyme | |

Depression's Pot

She fell into depression's pot
(an easy thing to do)
where darkness is, and light is not
(I'm sure you've done it too)
She wallowed in the shadow's jell
(with three birds and a cat)
where sticky feelings tend to dwell
(I'm sure you've heard of that)
She wrote her name upon the wall
(with pencil and a pen)
in case her friends should come to call
(She never had a friend)
She laughed her echoes into air
(to share in conversation)
where darkness is, I know not where
(She sent no invitation)
She fell into a fitful sleep
(there is no other kind)
where life is just a time to keep
(that really keeps your mind)
She sorted dreams out as she slept
(a job which knows no pay)
and talked in sleep of vows she kept
(for what else could she say)
She woke to find depression's pot
(as vessels sometimes do)
had grown too small for all she'd got
(I'm sure you'd notice too)
She banged her fists against the frame
(a sorry sight indeed)
and taught the birds to say her name
(for somehow she'd be freed)
She sent the birds into the air
(and that's when they found me)
She heard an echoed voice of care
(I'd come to set her free)
She now has tossed depression's pot
(I shouldn't tell you where)
and happiness is all she's got
(with plenty left to share)


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 | Quatrain | |

Heroes

Where have all the heroes gone
In this nation facing war
Do you have faith in government now
You reap what you sew, no more.

A mother waits for the return of her son
A father is waiting for the war to be done
A son is praying for his Dad to come back
A daughter cries out, the night seems so black

Tension keeps mounting, tears have been shed
While Washington routinely tallies the dead
Where are the heroes, do they exist any more
Are the heroes the ones' protesting the war

I would die for my country and I would die proud
But over this war hangs a horrible shroud
We hear empty promises from our president's tongue
We're not saving the world, we are killing our young

There is only one fact that should not be refuted
When terrorists are caught, they need to be executed
If we don't follow it through, we can't protect our land
As death is the only answer they understand

Please don't tell us this is a necessary war
Repeating Vietnam, we've heard it all before
Tell us now as this war rages on
Where have all the heroes gone?


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 | I do not know? | |

Demon In The Storm

Standing on this eternal plane
As I lift my fears above my head, normality I feign
Mid-Air, I hold no resistance
Flying high, superior to every existance
Hovering, floating, lifted by my mentality
Losing my grip on reality
Gliding, eye'm floating, in the clouds.
Atoms clash, thunder surrounds
Ignited by a bolt of electricty.
Will I descend below atop my knee?
Quite contrary, I feel the urge to be.
This insane persistance transcends reality.
Reguvinated by my inherant vim
Everyone will gather, I will looke down upon them
An angel in the storm, 
to gaze upon the cloud, my glowing form
When did I shift from human to this
It was the lull of sweet bliss
Remember, it was the enticing beat
of the eternal drum, seducing me, transformation complete
Manipulated by the toying spirit
Locked in my head, my voice altered, hear it
Manipulate the mindless swine, heard them
Lead them out to the pool, see if they swim.
You will lead the war, it speaks to me, 
in an eternal voice that sets the decree.
Countless horrers of war and famine
flashing before my eyes, the greed of men
show them, it urges.
Punish them with impunity, rage surges
through my veins, boils my blood
forgetting to breath through the flood.
Countless minsless drones assemble before me
To lead the war, a great duty
I am aware, you thought not?
That my spirit was broken, my body to rott.
No, I realize this spirit, this demon
tries to control my mind
overthrouwing this mighty apparition
I assume the power, that is my divine right
Begin to train and condition
My soldiers to fight
To rule the world with love and pride
No longer having to run and hide
Peace, serinity
and sweet, sweet tranquility. 
But alas, th cycle must bein anew
Oh yes, it starts again, as if on "q". 


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #88 / Empty Pentagon

Late summer, late afternoon
in front of the empty Pentagon
the protest is over, nothing’s changed,
I’m walking home. But a young man,
black, blue jean jacket, buttons
passes in front. A smile exchanged.
The truth is known.


Details | ABC | |

FLAME

What shall I write
from the empty, desolate heart,
when every word is being scraped ?

You want to clean the mess
of a lifetime,
yet labour brings loneliness
and  you inherit
the depth of a problem.

A thought which has no ending.
A constant battle with yourself
in the bleak winter of age.

One by one they have died,
Your invisible  gods.
The vast landscape
of knowing the truth
still remains unconquered.

Pursue you must for the sake of moment
a flame which has no heat !


Satish Verma


Details | Free verse | |

Marinating Solutions

The sting to think,
think on the spot
Perform under
pressure
think on command
find solutions
look at problems
Let an idea brew
Let a solution
marinate from all
the different
possibilities.


Details | Free verse | |

Motherhood Miles

I change the diapers
wash the pot
scrub the floors
dust "what-nots".

I kiss the "boo-boos"
scratch little backs
make the beds
Pack lunch sacks.

 I patch the jeans
darn the socks
dry the tears
comb curly locks.

 I drink tea 
with teddy bears
put on their p.j.'s
and hear childish prayers.

 The price might be sanity
paid in milky smiles
but there is NOTHING I would trade
for my motherhood miles!


Details | Free verse | |

Checkpoints of Trust.

Boundaries for safety conscious.
Don't assume permission to cross. 
Of the personal space around you.
The fence around your house.
Between the side-walk + the road.
The soles between the bare ground
at your feet.
Established boundaries + 
checkpoints.
A door,a lock, a gate,
Pupils + irises ,your heart.
Boundaries...where to start?


Details | Acrostic | |

Tsunami

Turning away from peace

Seems to bring

Unsettling truth to the mind.

Nervous we stand

At attention while the

Mounting war toll

Inundates our mind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Sedoka of War (Sedoka)


The last soul returns- 
coming from the town, ravaged 
impatiently, to the ground.

O, now I have- peace 
that never valued before, 
beaming inside my coffin.



Note:
Sedoka is unrhymed poem
With syllable counts 5/7/7. 



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Tree

If I were to die and come back,I would come back as a tree,
Growing in a field alone and free,
No friends to let you down and no troubles to subside,
No emotions, no feelings,no secrets to hide,
No sorrows,no strife,tears or pain,
stand in the sunshine,cry with the rain.
Me and the ground,the only bonds there would be,
If when I die I return a tree.


Details | Free verse | |

For Elie Wiesel

     A flames burnt up
humans
     You wrote what 
you had to 
   Have we learned 
anything 
            over the years?
Well - mass murders 
   still go on
    and thousands 
suffer
     Possesing little 
hope
we march 
       into the 
future
     holding a 
small 
    candleabra
which may illuminate 
      the patdh
for a moment 
           for a brief moment


Details | I do not know? | |

Jew's Harp Lamentation

Again,I hear the chords being strummed
  of the Jew's Harp Lamentation.
As many demand they dig their own dead,
  Holocaust's eternal self-exhumation.
How have six million shot,gassed,and burned
  become a lesson they alone must study?
Yes,I know,many would be impassioned and
  quick to accuse my intentions as muddy,
Yet,can they not hear nations united calling
  for the Lamentation's tune,again?
As though all's been cleansed by the waters
  of the St.Lawrence,Thames,Rhine,and Seine.
I'm left to wonder whether they could bear 
  such scorn without voicing a moan,
Too often I've seen too many stand in idle
  silence as a child throws a stone.
What right has any assembly to suggest 
  that threats should then equate
That ponderous suffering must then
  give way to a separate state?
Which other nation and people would they
  scorn with such guns to their head?
Have they not also watched as Jews collect
  their dead and the blood bled?
Enough!For now must every nation unite 
  in true Absolution's negotiations,
All Humanity then must learn the chords
  and join the Jew's Harp Lamentation. 
  


Details | Terza Rima | |

The Eye of Peace

Love is great, and it is the eye of peace
Really easy to seek, if, heart only speak
Like craving, for a gentle morning kiss

If you love, in life you will have a peace
Others will live, without a gun or a stick
We, the world then will surely be at ease

I desire for love and you crave for peace
We together do let hearts cheerfully speak 
That others may feel gentle morning kiss

Peace is a true love, for us, to have peace
You will not have it, thru a gun or a stick
Nor, the future will, if, we’re not at ease
 





Details | ABC | |

A DROWNED MAN

Stark naked reality was a,
thorn in flesh,
for my collective innocence. 
A brutal reminder 
of war with truth. 
Light that does not spread 
in my dark eyes. 
Time for me to act for the sake of smile.

Into the dark I move 
with premonitions staggering in solitude.
To break the silence,
affinities with lights are gone. 
Black clouds hang on the moon. 
Need to know the unfathomable grief.

Again my thoughts travel,
to unravel the mystry.
Why lights form
the snarled shadows of fear? 
The winds do not agree.
Tranquility will be writ on the face of,
a drowned man,
if he comes on the surface.



SATISH VERMA


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

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.






Details | I do not know? | |

NEW YEARS DAY

Its new years day
Today
And like any other day,
Some sit down
Sit down to pray
Others just wish
Wish that they meet someone someday
Someone who understands
Understands who they are
And these people only hope
Only hope they make par
For this world is made with diversity
There is always someone though
They meet at bars, clubs, or even universities
Yet whenever you think this thought
This thought that seems
Like the whole world forgot
About you and your problems
Just know this
There is always someone in your corner
You may not have met them yet 
You may not have seen them yet
But you will greet
A certain person
That is worthy of you to meet


Details | ABC | |

A LOVE STORY

Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtleties,
I wanted freedom from you,
For removing stings from the flesh.

Anxiety was the darkest color
of floating buds on lake.
Sitting on the edge of panic,
I started counting the waves.

Mixed emotions always subtract a smile
Just lonely, I went for the swim in rimless agony.
Have not heard much of you in ages.
Still memories crop up for a while.
I wanted nemesis from you.

Talking of blue and white clouds
love has many moods.
Devastated by a burning moon
I was wishing a watery burial.



SATISH VERMA


Details | Acrostic | |

The Gospel of Peace

Greet all men
Of different cultures
Of different races of 
Different places as your

Next door Neighbors;
Especially, when they are
Wounded, ambushed and
Stripped bare.

Pour in the oil and the wine.
Restore to health 
Every breach creating
Amicable relations.
Clothe and feed your
Enemies and let not
Disdain come from

The author of lies and
Of confussion, but let the

Author of Peace give you
Love and compassion for all
Lands of color and culture.


Details | Narrative | |

Blood Red Rain

If blood rained red over the White House, what would the president do?
In the shower of blood of fallen soldiers and innocent women and children
Would Bush fall to his knees and beg forgiveness, or dance a macabre twirl
Like a shower on his wedding day, or a haunting nightmare of past misdeeds
The blood tide of all those that have died stains the pristine green lawn 
In the face of the consequence of his actions, would he still proclaim freedom? 
Seeing the blood of the fallen, raining, staining the White House a sanguine red
Victims of the unholy marriage of war and peace, like two sides of a trick coin
Tossed into the air without care for however it lands, the result is still war
Thousands dead in unmarked graves, or flag draped coffins, all will turn to ash
If the ashes blew in a torrent of blood and storm, would Bush apologize
For all the lies he's told to kill these innocent souls, or would he just turn away?
And return to the heart of his empire, the oval office, as cold and dead as his soul
Through the cries of the fallen lies a chance for redemption, will he choose it
Atone for the crimes and apologize to those shattered hearts who loved and lost?
Time alone will tell, with the tolling of the bell...


Details | Light Poetry | |

Before I Go to Bed

Before I go to bed
wash my feet
wash my head
wash the whole body
get on my knees
to give thanks to God
that I've made it through
another gracious day!


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #89 / Of like mind

Of like mind, the hundred thousand
but lives unknown, unseen, unshared.
Live your own. Better one than none.


Details | Quatrain | |

Past Perception

It is with eyes that we as people, see
Not ever seeing what truly lies below
It is with ears that we as people, hear
But it’s with our hearts that we will truly know

Look not at a person, seeing the clothes worn
Look not and see the car they own or drive
Hear not the ramblings of an upset person
Look and listen hard to why they are alive

To perceive, I think is a downfall of mankind
As we never really thrive to learn what’s true
We seldom sit and try to understand what’s right
That’s where one would lose the site of you

For we must not look with the eyes, though they see
For we must not hear with the ears, though they hear
To not judge, nor be confused, to know the real you
We need to see and hear with hearts, get past fear

Fear is the guide that stops us from knowing
Fear is the lock that keeps us in one place
Perceive not, for then they are just opinions
Look down deep within, beyond one’s face


Details | Rhyme | |

Men Of Islam

Men of Islam, why do you kill? 
For religions enforcing will
Thru rhetoric and words of men 
Interpretations profound in them 

But just their vision, all they see 
No truth in hatred, chained, unfree
For God or Allah, what's in a name 
The one deity, all the same 

Do you believe that he asks sin 
From those who wish to worship him?
Or is that just what some do see 
As a means to gain eternity?

One Kingdom is what we will share 
Just as one earth is ours to bear 
No book, Bible, Koran or page 
Encourages such killing rage 

Words are twisted, their meanings burn 
Man simply doesn't hear or learn 
For the soul of man is unpure 
Egos, greed, held fast in its store 

Motives, quests, to further a cause 
Are glories of men, not God's Laws 
For it would never be his will 
To encourage man to hate or kill

Blood spilled upon the hardened land 
Hatred filled pyramids of sand 
All castles built to worship men 
Violence, bullets, man's best friend 

Religion's cloak worn well by man 
Woman's voices too afraid to demand 
So walk silently in your quake 
Hating but enduring men's mistake 

Bearing children, new future's voice 
Watching sadly at their only choice 
Molded staunchly in father's way 
Generations suffer, who will pay?

Men of Islam, look deep inside 
See where evil chooses to hide 
Raise your children to see the sun 
Not judge and mistrust everyone 

Look beneath religion's fine garb 
To see what monsters sling such barb 
As a snake, coiled ready to strike 
Future feels religions harsh bite 

Men of Islam, lift holy veil 
For it but covers men so frail 
Offering shelter and disguise
A place for evils growth and lies 



Details | ABC | |

YOU AND EVERYBODY

Again you made friends, words
wanted to leave the paper blank
for the parched lips,
crying eyes,
trembling hands.

Missing stanzas,
flowing river,
rootless floats.
You did not feel like-
time filled you every minute,
you were empty, poor.

When you read the end
you understood beginning.
Will to die was not sufficient
you had not completed the script.
Alone in crowd you wanted words
to commit suicide.

Democracy was a funny name.
Everybody was sad, except the lead
who did not know where to go.

One day you found your voice
and were surprised
you were everybody
when you were hurt, you bled inside
and your blood then mixed with 
the blood of everybody. Then everybody cried
and you became separated from you and did not say anything!


SATISH VERMA


Details | I do not know? | |

GREENEST ROSE

Prosper greenest rose.
The severed stem dos’t grows.
Come to the limb and reap the trim.
Thou ar’t so deep to master thy leap.
Spring must bring the lovely leafy thing.
Who cutest thou?
Tell it true.
The answer lies with thou as dew


Details | Free verse | |

She's Gone..

Gone.
She has left.
Her absence has left 
a space of relief..of peace.
No more lies..of thick,heavy air.
No more moist atmosphere of doubt.
Just pure silence , peace,
The sun beam through the window
illuminates the curls of insence smoke.
The rich,aromatic insence glides with 
confidence and a new promise within it.
She is gone and the air has become cleaner.


Details | Free verse | |

War Call

And you too are not God

"I know that."

Go away little boy
with your war games.
I don't want you to play 
with my son.

There is no war
so small or so great
no war to be played
with him.

And I too am not God

"I pray that"

We shall stand
with pen and plow
the lion and the lamb
before the time
my son is a man.

You cannot have him.
Ever.


Details | Acrostic | |

A Holy Kiss


A blessed greeting, intended, for all

How sweet it is, for, it comes from my soul
Of my acceptance, of you, depart not, from my call
Let not your ignorance, of me, betray your own soul 
Your earthly knowledge, depend not, lest you fall

Kiss me in spirit, as I greet you, with a holy kiss
Inspire…and live in my righteousness, my body
Soul for soul, welcome me, with a holy kiss
So that you regain life, by being inside, my body 


Details | I do not know? | |

Evolution Of A Nonconformist

My evolution may not be televised, but it will be read 

and heard by hundreds if not by thousands

it will empower me if no one else

I am a New Millennium Woman

Not defined by tradition or definition

So don't label me

because I can't be bought or sold

I've been called a nonconformist

a rebel

and a militant

marching to the beat of my own drum

living life by my own rules

I am a Queen who knows her place

with or without a King by my side

and I'm ok with that

Now I'm not trying to knock the brothers

because I love yall dearly

but I'm strong enough

liberated enough

and independent enough to know that 

a relationship will not make or break me

This is 2005 and sexuality is no longer

black and black, black and white or man and woman

it's whatever I want it to be

whenever I need it to be

I'm an evolutionist

living in an evolutionary world

with an open mind and a love for people

however I refuse to conform 

to whatever and whomever society thinks I should be

I'm a natural born Artist

forever thinking outside the box

true to my acorn tanned complexion

and my long flowing locks

God Blessed me with the power of words

and the power to form those words so that

others can connect feel and relate

to the passions I feel about life

I've learned a lot and I'm constantly growing

discovering new truths for myself everyday

and the more I grow the more I'll share 

and the more my evolution will become 

our evolution and the greater we all will become.

 


Details | Personification | |

WAR

War isn't just fighting for freedom,

War is a inportant way to solve matters

between countries for the shedding of

blood for mercy to win the battle of courage.

War isn't just for the freedom of our country

Red_  Faith

White _  Courage of the heart with love.

Blue_  Believing in the people behind you with love.


it's to protect us from tourist from other countries.

War is just a big battle over freedom, courage, and

understanding.



7/14/06 copyright by: MIKE MILLER
                   


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

True Friendship

The People that clock into your life and not clock-out 
these are people who endeaver in the most Un retainable adversities,
that seeps and creeps within your celestial boundaries.
These People are the ones who leave foot prints in your hearts,
embarking a mark that shows;
no matter how near and far your friendship carries on. 

These are people will make you laugh; 
when you fell such awe to just collapse. 
When times seems tough, and you feel you need a hug. 
They are there with arms to bare and keep you warm like bug under a rug. 

These are the Selfless people who will not self-indulge;
to be bestowed gifts upon there kindness,
nor commend relevant treatment in return of their keenness.
They are willing to cease the moment to invigorate. 

They will not mislead you to fall into the abyss of the cliff. 
Endlessly straggling down to the bottomless pit.
These are the people who will not forsake;
your kindness nor heavily drain your ambitions.
These are the people you start in the beggining of the race with
and endure there presence into the cross of the finnish line. 

From one ear and into the heart,
the compasion of this special person we call "a friend", will never depart.


Details | Lyric | |

Being Human Beings

True, we are human beings 
And surely, not aliens
We must keep on living, each day 
As human beings, lest
We become something else… 
A much lower species

Being human beings is not 
A matter of wisdom
‘Tis not of birth
Not of skin, nor type of blood 
We must live it, daily 
To be called as such



Details | Free verse | |

A Thousand And One


I have counted 
my own dreams
to a thousand 
and one.

And if, I would put them into a book, 
it would be the perfect anthology

of happiness and tears,
of friendship and love,
of life…and death too,

that can be easily translated into 
different languages, but in whatever language 
you read me though, still, I am-- 

me, the old me, that all of you paid dearly,
for more than a thousand and one 
of wars,  

‘cos no one fully understood-- 
what they have decided and agreed
about me, peace. 



Details | Free verse | |

cycle's of continuation

relate  , don't hate
don't hate , relate

evolution , not revolution
attitude will determine our fate .

our decisions will eventually
become , either , 
our defining moment , or ,
our defiling moment .

rise and fall of empire's
only destined to continue repeating .

history as we know it 
just does'nt repeat itself ,
it becomes more dynamic.........

so nothing really ever changes.......

we only imagine the illusion of change.........


Details | I do not know? | |

Indo-Pak Peace Pangs

Yesterday we were together,our life and death was the same,
Today we have drawn a line for reasons foolish and lame.
Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand,we have been through life,
Trials-tribulations we faced ,struggled through slavery and strife.
What then has happened today that we have turned bitter foes,
We bay for each others blood and added to our cup of woes.
Ashamed I feel when we strip naked in front of the world
And all of them quirk and laugh at the erstwhile land of gold.
Our food is the same,skin alike,blood and ancestors are one.
Gandhi and Jinnah,we have together the battle of freedom won.
Then why our minds go astray and we build the walls of divide.
Time breeds maturity but our chasms of friendship grow wide.
Let not the guns rule and terrorists spill the blood,
We have other things to care like famine and flood.
Lets bind our hands together and sing hand in hand
Today or tomorrow realization will land,
That we have missed many years in hatred and warfare,
When love could change our lives we shied to care and share.



Details | Free verse | |

People Pleasing Poet

 People Pleasing Poet 
People Pleasing Poet 
People can not ever be satisfied eye am in the public eye 
They have their own ideas of what a MAN must look like and that 
Has changed so very many times until it has no meaning 
In the ageless millineum but one thing that eye am certain of 
Stear clear of false impressions this MAN is still a MAN 
Until he gets to Heaven. A beard untrimmed and unkempt and unshaven 
A leather coat as outer wear green clothing shirt is black 
Looks can bee deceiving life is still inside 
Time is still an enemy of mine 
But looks can never hurt me 
Please get the sticks and stones now 
Or forever hold your pieces from me 
Understand or misunderstand me but intentionally or not 
Keep the GOLDEN RULE or fight. 



Details | Verse | |

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. 


Details | Free verse | |

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?





Details | Senryu | |

Buttinski


                 ... war hawk, stop meddling

       let them be, the Iraqi

don't be buttinski ...


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DEAD FAITH

Pardon my mask
I will put you on pedestal to torment me,
because you were necessary
for my existence.
When I prepare finally my death wish
you can smile.

Your eyes are looking through my head,
I know,
you were hurt from my moon face.
I will wash your feet with my tears now.

Exhausted, nameless in a crowd
I was counting my see-through triumphs
all piled up as burned out bones.

To live without meaning is very painful.
Everything is abused for self gratification.
Over a black sky, against the mountains
the old silence becomes teeth of a dead faith.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Free verse | |

Life Is Not A Poem

Life Is Not A Poem
Life is not a poem eye cannot make it rhyme it has no sway 
Or motion nothing to decide.
Live and pray then love
Eat and leave the past behind
Love and hurt and love
Hope that you are taste
Hope that she can want you
Even in her haste
Hope that she will want you
In her places that she goes
Hope that she can use you
To mend the heart so full of holes the loss of all the past and all the life that she 
had then to leave behind her losses and her darkness for today she made me 
smile real life is not a poem and is painful after all is said and done the smile 
has won.


Details | Acrostic | |

Get Their Attention

Look to and learn about
Others' interests and
Validate their concerns
Every chance you get.


Details | I do not know? | |

Desirable Desire


To live, without fearing...
Is to breath peace- a thing 
Without gasping to make
Only gasp, for love’s sake

Oh, who does not know that
Fear makes one fatty butt
To count the toll of wars
Instead of the warm stars
  
Only gasp, for love’s sake
Without gasping to make
Is to breath peace- a thing  
To live, without fearing...

Is the sole desire of this hearty piece of write



Note:

Rhymethor is a poetic form with a title of 6 syllables, 
3 rhyming stanzas of 6 syllables, (rhyme scheme: 
aabb, ccdd, bbaa) and an inverted 3rd stanza of the 
1st stanza, with a concluding line of 12 syllables, 
representing the total number of lines.







Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

agree to disagree

people tend to argue, to debate, fuss and fight
no one has the desire to back down nor admit they might not be right
why is it so difficult for most people to just see?
that arguing is a waste of time just 
agree to disagree
 we all have our own opinions and our own points of view
there might be times when no one's outlook is completely true
so we need to be of one mind and just let each other be
respect each other's convictions 
and just agree to disagree


Details | ABC | |

SUPER TERRAIN

The metastatic figure.
He was seeking truth without thought,
being in and out, he was sleepwalking in
dream. I am the absolute, he said. Skeletons
are popping up everywhere. Poor beasts.
And there was the tired flame who
burned all night in vain.

The body was aching after the discovery
of a super terrain. Another earth? or
a conventional aberration? The planet
was heaving with hot clouds. Reason
for a substitute. Right perception of
life was difficult. Everybody was running
in opposite direction for a message.

He dives to pull up the corpse of liberty
locked deep in water. A noble idea to 
free the corrupt world from the bondage
of decaying foundations. Half-truths and
half-lies must live together for the human
survival. Quest of the self ultimately
begs for forgiveness.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Celebrating New Year

We eat…
Not ‘cos there is plenty of food 

We drink…
Not ‘cos the enemies had fallen

We dance…
Not ‘cos we won the sacred war 

            ….But simply….

                                       We eat…
Just for the passing of the year
	
                                    We drink… 
Just for another year will come

                                  We dance…
Just for welcoming a New Year

             …..You see…

There’s nothing more, nothing less
The whole world, still, without rest

            …..Come now…

It is New Year, let’s have some fun
Just do not come with a loaded gun


Details | Rhyme | |

Warpath

The time that set the teeth on edges 
Clamped to grit the whip-cracked jaws, 
Sprung the trap on mice and man, 
Drove a stake and honed the claws 
Of greed fatigue in Trojan wars. 

The net sinks deep, it slowly dredges 
Through the silt of basal bed, 
No choice of kill, kill what you can 
As cardboard fairground targets bled 
A visual plasma of the dead. 

Dumbly striking knell of dying 
In the fields where culling gagged 
With reek of pig swill and disease, 
Hours slithered, daylight dragged 
When toes were tagged and bodies bagged. 

Midnight mass was nought but sighing, 
Silence reigned when voices died 
And fires flickered in the trees, 
The road was raised and opened wide, 
The eyes of heaven cracked and cried.


Details | Free verse | |

Not A Dreamer


I tried to be a dreamer,
with those years of daunting doubts.

I tried to ride the dreams
but without rope there is no hope.

I held on tight to words, I wanted to hear,
the problem is they never brought you near.

I have settled now and stronger
in the meaning of perseverance.


To "let go" does not mean to stop caring,
it means I can't do it for you.

Each New Year brought another
promise of this year being the year of birth.

To "let go" does not mean I cut it off,
it means the outcome is out of my hands.

I with stood the time and waited patiently
yet this year has ended and so the dream lingers.

To "let go" is not to deny
but to accept what we had as merely a dream.

You see I never was a dreamer not
one to be patient for to long.

To "let go" is not to fear reality,
but to know the depth of the dream.

To let you go now to dream some more.
I will challenge the future and wait for love
once more.


Details | Quatrain | |

Another World

In the world of the blind, all would look the same
No physical imperfections, or skin color, just name
People wouldn’t be judged on the way they appear
In the world of the blind, we’d only feel and hear

In the world of the deaf, no bad words abound
No curses, no comments, no, not ever a sound
If one was to utter the harshest, let’s say
In the world of the deaf, we’d just walk away

In the world of the mute, not a bad word expressed
No anger, no hatred, the world would be blessed.
No stupid thoughts or evil would ever come through
In the world of the mute, only loving we’d do

Many people think these things are just afflictions
But in all of these worlds, no needs for inflictions
For peace and for calm would almost always exist
In the world of these people, are senses really missed?


Details | Verse | |

For my Fun

I like your figure when you went to swim.
I like your figure when you have a nice trim.
I like your figure when you play a game.
I like your smile when you feel shame.

I like your approach when you offer me something,
I like to keep hand when you walk in a shopping ring.
I like you when you ask me to arrange a trip,
I like to keep you in my arms you have a sudden slip.

I don’t like you when you ignore me in a party,
I don’t like you when you stop to talk after a party.
I don’t like you when you ignore me to go out,
I don’t like you when I came and you having a shout.

You can share if something is in your mind. 
You can ask if somebody is working behind.
You can mange yourself if I am not good one,
I shall support you if your life is only for my fun.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Let's Make New Year Really New

Tomorrow, the year will come to end
And, another New Year is set to begin
Peace, love, wisdom…..against all sin 
Celebration is indeed in our own hand

But, what is new……..in a new year?
If, the old things hadn’t really passed
If, our bad postures are still within us
If, kids sleep not at night, ‘cos of fear 

Let’s make a difference, can not we? 
Something really new...in a new year
That the whole world live not in fear
That we feel spirit that’s meant to be



Details | I do not know? | |

the beautiful die

Dont cry, only fly ,lift you wings to the sky.
go over there where I say, you can die another day.
But if this day you are shot,I will put honer in your rot.
A hero to be , cant you see,  the beauty of your destiny.
In my war theres no sorrow, only hope you  live tommorow.
In your gut you can feel,something lacks the appeal.
Kiil your brother, kill your friend,dont you know theres no end.
blood will fly, blood will fall, dont you heed the evil call.
Maybe tommorow this war is done, only know you havnt won.
love yourself and your neighbor,this war has no flavor.
you do this cant you see, war has no destiny.
fight the evil in your books,let lose all your hooks.
feel the hatred in the sky,know you will not die.
escape forever be,now you are set free.
blessed and honerd is this day,go home and bless your way.


Details | Free verse | |

One Hand

Walk with me
Take my hand and 
Walk with me

In the rain
Under a rainbow
Through the snow

During a sunrise
Towards a sunset
Even down the stairs

On a sidewalk
Through a store
On the park grass

Hand in hand
We are one
Twice as strong

Just walk with me


Details | I do not know? | |

A New Start

Open Hands
Open Eyes
Open Hearts
Open Minds
Why can’t OUR world be open?
We’re stuck in a world of hate
Where people always segregate 
Themselves and others
Trying to find some kind of cover 
For their fears
Their lack of knowledge 
Their lack of strength
But what do we have to prove?
EVERYONE has the opportunity to lose.
Whether you’re black, white, straight, or gay.
Whether you’re Christian, Jew, or you just don’t pray.
We need to stop and think for a moment
About the major component that connect us all.
It’s not the color of our skin
Or what we believe in
It’s the soul that rests within
And HOW we live our lives.
People speak words that cut like knives to people they don’t even know
Because many years ago their families were raised to believe 
That anyone different was out to deceive
But this way of thinking has our clock ticking
To destruction we create ourselves 
A war amongst the ENTIRE human race
Because someone couldn’t handle a little taste 
Of a life different from theirs.
We NEED to stop hate and just try to communicate
That we are not unified under One God or heavenly being
But through a tear, a smile, a hug, a laugh
Life
We are unified through life.
We all go through happiness and strife.
So let’s just leave it at that 
Because we don’t want a world only colored in white and black
But in a multitude of colors beyond our wildest imagination
Open YOUR hands 
Open YOUR eyes
Open YOUR hearts
Open YOUR minds
Because we are the only ones who can find the peace on earth that everyone is 
trying to find
It has to start somewhere
Why not with us?


Details | I do not know? | |

$2.00

My pens
Are falling
Down
Despite I
Tided
My belt
Twice 
since this morning

Both
My shoes
I bought
A week ago
For $2.00
Are kicking
Me

Both my pens and pair of shoes
Do not 
Worth the
A week of pain
I have been going
Through.