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Details | Senryu | |

solicitation

lady of the night
performs tricks in an alley....
father taught her well


Details | Free verse | |

My Left Breast

strange it was there just the other day 
hanging about as usual, 
reminding me in my mirrored image 
of my definite femininity 
now gone, am I less of a woman? 
will you look at me differently, 
or strangely as I do myself? 

I never really gave it much thought before 
of how things come in pairs 
how lonely one would be without the other 
how misshaped one appears, 
no longer jutting forward, 
proclaiming sensuality 
thrusting into the limelight, 

now scars and a flattened ego, 
fill my robe, bras useless without stuffing 
men, look at me in horror, 
women in shock and pity 
and with gratitude, yes that it is not them 
my left breast is missing 
no not missing, taken, stolen...

it was just a lump a few weeks ago 
a tiny pea shaped knob, 
that hid its cancerous intentions
so very well, yet lay in silence waiting 
to steal away that part of me
that defined who I was 
what purpose I served in society 

am I still a woman, a sexual being? 
I'm not sure, my right breast thinks so 
but yearns for its mate, 
the image in the mirror just doesn't seem right 
unequal in its proportions, glaringly lopsided
my left breast is gone, surgically removed  
I can still hear its scream


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 | Lyric | |

Fools and Mules

A fool was crowned
And now we`re bound
To serve and please
On hands and knees,
To hate and smile
Each day and mile,
We feel defeat
And kiss his feet.

The foolish kings
Cut off our wings.
Their poisoned knife-
Our foolish life.
And faith`s refuse
Won`t save our muse,
When banned to fly,
She`ll fall and die.

Still time will flow-
Kings come and go.
But teams of mules,
That choose the fools
To be ahead
Alive and dead,
Won`t change a bit
The fate they meet.

They`ll choke on pride,
They`ll run and hide
And in their shells
Pity themselves,
That life was cruel
To have set the rule-
“Do as you`re told,
Silence is gold.”

We pay the price
To hide our vice:
The coward `s role-
To lie and crawl.
And hope someday
Things`ll come our way,
We`ll find the might
To rise and fight.


Details | Free verse | |

Deaf and Gone

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, 
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. 
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate?  If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us. 
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. 
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. 
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep 


Details | Verse | |

Secretly Obsessed

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

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

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

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






Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty In Futility

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

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


Details | Rhyme | |

blood transfusion



Details | Ballade | |

Imagine

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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beast Within

Where does my conscious go, when demons raise their fiery eyes, 
They steal my very soul, killing all which is sanctified,
Engulfed by instant fears, no longer hearing loved ones cries, 
The beast within appears, telling me I am justified,

I have already lost, no reprieve from my mortal sin, 
All reason now is blocked, as I become the beast within,
No pity can I feel, as I make my grandiose stand, 
Yes the horror is real, as I destroy all that I can,

Where do my feelings go, when demons raise their snarling lips, 
Bringing an all new low, into my life now torn to bits,
Certain of being right, I flail and thrash as if in fits, 
I threaten and I strike, with great fury the demon spits,

Yet I still stand and shout, my ugly hate and derision, 
Accusing lies said out loud, revolting words - degradation,
Just look at what I’ve done, I scream my blatant confession, 
Ready to blame anyone, for my evil molestation,

Where does my true love go, when demons raise their gruesome head, 
Destroying all I know, without slightest hesitation,
There is no where to hide, hideous deeds - infinite dread, 
Shame crushes senseless pride, nothing left but devastation,

Recoiling in horror, reality enters the room, 
Now begins the torture, judgment of my now mortal soul,
The evil that is me, my conscious has become my tomb, 
I look and all I see, marks my spirit and takes its toll,

Where does salvation go, when demons raise their awful screech, 
Making damnation grow, as dark shadows envelope me,
How can I persevere, and escape from this demon’s reach, 
For he is always near, and may kill eventually,

Cold and chilling insight, I now realize what is at stake, 
And the one path which might, protect the ones I truly love,
But how can I just leave, this world I worked so hard to make, 
And cause even more grief, for family and God above. 

Where does my resolve go, when demons raise their deadly claws,
Tearing at all I know, stealing my conscious care and pride,
I can’t run anymore, all is destroyed everything lost,
Now beaten tired and sore, I’ve lost my path into the light,

Who can I reach out to, when all I love recoil in fear, 
Eyes beseech black and blue, where once was love - now only hate,
Yes I know - I’m the cause, the reason for each falling tear,
And while demons give pause, I must face my terrible fate.


Details | Lyric | |

Normal To Me

This isn't just a poem This isn't just another emotion This is me, these are my thoughts The Imagery is my sight, And The Allegories are my Life I'm lonely, There is just me But there's so many people around but no one can hear my loudest screams Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me I'm torn, I'm Cut Part of my heart stabbed, and then taken from me The Search for my innocence, Is like a moa hunt Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Laughing and Jokes all directed towards me Just to Hurt me Cover all of the Halls "Fag, Emo, Queer" Words I too often know Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Curling her hair putting on her makeup "You're worthless and nothing to Me" Says the so-called all-loving-one As she screams: "Why am I not Pretty" Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me This is not just a poem not just some words my pen cries with each words But this is Just a Glimpse Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me


Details | Verse | |

mine and white collars in crime

to change the charter of rights , to make claims and take from victims white collar criminals secrets lies against ones that entrusted them hateful actions and words these men shared for reasons of secondary gains losses of ours are placed in ther trust and no one will act against them terrorized and destitute , wrongfully done gangs criminals not right or allow them to do this to act against all rules and laws charters dscrimiaion hatred prejudices , soon to take over secrets and lies if they can take point and blame you too may be next in line happened to me without rights and hated and lost and lied to no rights what is ours and rights insurances proerties all taken an used in this lawyers own legal fees , and lies about the actual amount believe in god and have faith one day their actions will be transarent and all wil see how this can not bring us back to the days before human rights the the charter of rights right and wrong above the laws ca not be done by these lawyers or any man we all have to respect and believe in god , and in justice system. for all every man woman and child . and not treated like i had died.
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Details | Rhyme | |

The Illusion of Magic

It's the empty spaces
That we long to fill
It's our lifelong dreams
Lying unfulfilled

The apathy takes hold
The caring ceases
A semblance of a normal life
Lies at our feet in pieces

When the magic no longer amazes
And charm has all but died
Nothing left to hold onto but hope
And give it another try


Details | Rhyme | |

How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love

How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love?

How can we hurt the very ones that we love?
How can we easily neglect our God above?

It seems like I often heard about many victims
Many times, it’s from a loved one who’s been with them!

The hate and the anger that boils from deep within.
Often “boils over” toward our family and friends.

It’s the love of Christ that we need to find!
His love can totally cleanse our life and mind!

The hearts of many families are bruised and broken.
By the harshness of many of the words spoken.

If we would allow Jesus to rule and reign.
We’d have little reason to murmur or complain.

If we would yield our lives to the master’s will…
The emptiness and brokenness, he shall fulfill!

If we could allow ourselves to sit at Jesus’ feet…
He can make any family totally complete!

If we could just listen to what Christ has to say.
His words of life would brighten our day!

As a family…  Won’t you give HIM a chance?
And allow his love to change your circumstance!

Won’t you allow his spirit to bind you together?
You can experience his peace today and forever!

He can change your family throughout!
This is his will and what God is all about!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Have You Been Hurt By Religion

Have You Been Hurt By “Religion”?

Are you tired of “religious people”
 knocking at your door?
You wish they’d leave...  “You can’t take it anymore!”

Have you been hurt by “church people” sometime in the past?
Somehow they hurt you...  And the pain continues to last…

Have you been “wounded” by something
 somebody has said?
Perhaps you wonder if “they wish you were dead…”

Perhaps there’s someone that you 
may have “befriended…”
They have done something that
 has hurt you and “offended.”

There’s probably many people that you wish would “go away.”
Because of something they’ve 
done to “darken your day.”

I’ve been there many times…  Believe me I know.
How someone’s actions or words can hurt your soul.

Even those who go to church are 
often not very kind.
And they don’t hesitate to 
give you “a piece of their mind.”

Religion is not the answer.  Look to Jesus 
and the life he gives!
He alone has the power to love
 and completely forgive!

It’s only in his shed blood that you can find atonement.
He can change your life now!  This very moment!

He can heal your broken heart and wounded spirit.
An everlasting joy and love...  He freely gives it!

He can do what no “church” or “religion” could ever do
He can restore your life today.  
And make you BRAND NEW!!!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Verse | |

Looks Like Rain

Looks like rain, the old girl said,
As the sky broke stars and bled,
And the clouds all turned black with the swell;
The dingy streets were dim and grey,
The shadow people drained away,
And it seemed as though the town was going to hell.

Looks like rain, the people cried,
As the shop fronts closed and died
And the best days ground abruptly to a halt;
The fairground rides fell still,
And the view from up the hill
Was of streetlights suffocating in a vault.

Looks like rain, I wryly thought,
Just before the first onslaught
Of machinery oiled and primed for tearing down;
With the clanking chains and drilling
Someone made a quick-fire killing
By ripping out the heart from this old town.

Looks like rain, you sweetest child,
I know I muttered as I smiled,
And the oil-paint textures watered in your eyes;
Our own history set to burning
As the wheels they kept on turning,
In the hallowed name of progress I surmise.


Details | Rhyme | |

UNIFORM TANGLE

So I see how cruel life may be in a minute,
All around people’s faces gleam & glare
At my gloomy face but never see my net.
And I cry and cry and cry to get ‘em fair.

From times past, I knew of what may be
The finale of this sweet short time gained;
But now it comes with great dismay, to me.
With thoughts of melancholy stained.

Am losing my job to my brother,
I teach him my work as a father
Does to his sons and to the other,
He knows not my hearts as they gather.

They give a life, a life they can’t retain,
They offer me a choice, a choice not mine;
They lead me to the grave, to bury me and the ten;
But they in turn smile and smile as they dine

And so I see that they are not to be
The people I perceive may little see,
My serene into whirlwind occur to me
At a peek and glaze and short see.

Whatever the Asian will decide,
However I cope with them all,
I implore all the good to side
With me as evil entirely will fall.


Details | Blank verse | |

Forlorn

In my heart there’s no longer 
loneliness from longing for love.
Finally found someone to love, 
but he is my silent sorrow manifest.

In my chest there’s still even now 
a prolonging lonesomeness.
Finally found somewhere to live, 
but it is my isolating incubation erect.

In my head there’s still me, myself, 
and I comforting my lonely heart.
Finally found someway to befriend, 
but they are my persona’s karma manifest.

In my soul there’s no longer 
loneliness from longing for love.
Finally found some truth of whom I am, 
but my heart’s still filled with loneliness.


Details | Rhyme | |

Upon our Backs

Work is unending, when we work to survive
The fruits of our labors, so others can thrive
Through toil and torment,  ever larger the stacks
Are the blocks of our burden, Held square on our backs

War is forever,  when no tears are shed
The leaders of men see more nameless dead
Call out to charge, relentless attack
While the weight of the lost falls square on our backs

So low a worlds opinion, when they view us from afar
Believing that our leaders, portray just who we are
Power hungry, evil. A mind of just one tract
In time the repercussions will surely break our backs


Details | Rhyme | |

Warrior Song

What remains when life is gone
And arrows lodge against my heart?
Who will sing the warrior's song,
When now your voice is torn apart?

How do I go on from here
In darkness stark and bare?
I look upon my naked fear,
But you're not here to care.

The sun has set, I stand alone
My warrior shield in shreds;
Your horse has run, now free to roam,
And I face nightmare's dread.

How can I live upon this land
Without the hawk's pure cry?
For I am now a conquered man,
No more does courage fly.

What remains when life is lost
And one I loved is gone;
How can God support this cost,
Who hears your warrior's song?


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom from the Wall

Clouds unite
they end all fight
darkness prevails
the bride with no veil
to see with no eyes
why do we despise
as the world does turn
our minds they do churn
thinking too much
my mind loses clutch
and the wall does grow
so high i cannot throw
my words at your mind
they fall short then behind
frustration sets in
as the sun goes to fin
the darkness will win
not i as this is my sin
i will glance with no stare
find the pain that is there
and the wind will be fair
as it carries my prayer
one day you will feel
what i meant to steal
as the darkness will peel
my pain from this real
communicate i cant
i try but its faint
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i cannot regain
i want to show the day
that the sun will remain
as the clouds unite
they don't end all fight
it is i that must cite
it is i that must fight
for only i can prevail
only minds can grow stale
if not used you will trail
if not used you will fail
if not seen its your grail
if not noticed your in hell
i will try to tell all
i must try to not fall
only you will be seen
in my eyes of ever clean
that the tears will one day fall
down my cheek in all glory
as they will be of not pain
but rejoice as i gain
and rejoice we shall reign
to the water of no shame
as i finally can blame
no one else for my rain
and all the world will see
it was i that was freed
it was i with no creed
that was released to bleed


Details | Free verse | |

Altruistic Ponderings

I wish someone would explain
To me how we can spend
Billions of tax dollars 
On space exploration
When we can’t even figure
Out how to erase hunger
And poverty.

Who sets our priorities anyway?

Could someone please tell me
How it is we have the research dollars
Dedicated solely to the detriment
And destruction of whole cultures
But we’ve no way of curing
AIDS, Cancer, or the common cold?

Who’s in charge here?

Can anyone give me the reason
Why society insists on medical advances
In plastic surgery while so many
Still can’t afford basic healthcare
And die because of it?

Where is our leader?

How is it that we can find Jupiter,
Study its molecular structure,
But still can’t find an answer
For alternative fuel sources?

Is everyone sleeping?

While we continue to battle
For world-wide sovereignty,
Our own people collapse.

What happened to integrity?

Is there hope
For the next seven generations?

God, I hope so. 


Details | Couplet | |

The Black Sheep

Pushed aside, location of home obscured, limited by isolation:
drifting aimlessly - subscribing to a voluntary incarceration.

Outcast by an alternative perspective, a differing sense of direction,
through a desire to develop resolutions to numerable imperfections.

Others recede into bad habits - shirking from every challenge,
placing emphasis on ignoring responsibilities; yet expecting a life that’s lavish.

So it’s hardly surprising when their dreams fall by the wayside,
having taken the easy road too often, they’re fighting against a landslide
to recuperate what was lost, or rather thrown away by being lax and care-free,
they’ve imposed upon themselves a limit, as to what they can achieve.

Armed with the powerful weapon of fore-sight, I clawed myself out of the rut,
but it’s little consolation for having to watch my friends get stuck.
Trying to avoid a patronising tone, I conceal myself into anonymity -
uninspired by foolish games, approaching every overture with timidity.

Wanting to tell them to change, to realise their mistakes,
but sometimes things are hardest to see when they stare you in the face.
It’s their life to live, and do so how they wish -
I just pray they realise: there’s more to it then “getting pissed”.


Details | I do not know? | |

Diary Of A Bully

I watch him clutch
His silly staff,
The way he looks
Just makes me laugh.
His glasses hide
His hazel eyes,
So no one knows
How much he cries.

I don't know why
He looks that way,
To be noticed,
Some people say.
He has no style,
He isn't cool
He doesn't fit in 
With the kids at school.

I trip him up,
Laugh when he falls,
No one answers 
To his calls.
He's so tiny,
I'm so big,
I could snap him
Like a twig.

I don't know what
I'm going to say,
When his mum
Comes in today.
He's moving away
To another place, 
So that I'll
Get off his case.


Details | Free verse | |

In The Dark

You say don't talk about it
You say let it be
You say its too dark
And the words are scary.

Don't speak  the unspeakable
Let the rape and murder
Remain a headline to disappear.
Don't discuss the pedophile
Who isn't bothering your child ...
Yet.

A moviestar father talks to his daughter
Like she is crap
Just another rap
All he has to do is apologize.
Thats the new deal ...
just apologize
And It will pass and be forgotten except
For the darkness of her pain.
Her pain that will remain
Forever.

I am sick in this darkness
Oh God, if you exist
Please help me undo this twist
Of the knife in my soul
Of the rage that I feel
This can't all be real
Oh God what have we done ...
How could we?
How could we?


Details | Verse | |

My Brother

Can you feel the pain of me knowing?
Can you see my pain is it showing?
With blood stained sky, Engraved with lies,
This horrible pain, Is it growing?
This unseen pain eats at my heart,
The day they killed you we were forced to part,
This pain inside so cold so deep,
How can I eat? How can I sleep?
All those horrible days, I swore they would pay,
When they said little brother , that you were dead,
That's when I lost my way,
All these tears of my broken heart,
All  these tears, they are all mine,
All that's left are my tears,
No smiles  left to shine.
They took you from me my brother,
Hiding behind their shields of gold,
Motionless you lay there my brother,
Never to grow old.
They swore to serve and protect you,
But those were all empty lies,
Now at the grave where I buried you,
That's where well say our final good byes.
I miss you so badly my brother,
Miss you that I do,
One day I will come join you,
Why did they do this to you?
I love you my dear brother David,
I cant see through all of this pain,
Ill have vengeance for you little brother,
Their souls is where your blood stained.


Details | Couplet | |

Turtle Talk

Hop right on my back
turtle slow and green skinned bark
A journey to tag every bit left of nature
it's something I know that you can't help but do...

We'll pass up the river here soon on the right
The fish live in bubbles and cry in the night
You'll catch them with words that you've wanted to say
I'll take you there now but can't show you the way
Then we'll pass Jaw Dropping Junction and Turn
where the fork in the forest continues to burn
You'll see every mother who's lost every child
Prepare yourself now, for the fires gone wild
We'll take a left there (Watch your eyes in the smoke)
to the plateau of kindness where someone once spoke
and commenced planting saplings, to bridge to the moon
We'll reach there by morning, or latest, by noon
We'll dine with the remnants of Frick and of Frack
(the tribe of white elephant twins and their pack)
They'll trumpet of oceans gone under the sea
They'll laugh when I tell them that they can be free
For they have been sentinels long since the fire
and they'll not give up, or saunter, or tire
They hold great conferences up in Malloo
where they talk about me and they talk about you
Perhaps every human, who sets out to trod
by the skin of his birth, with no notion to laud
the immeasurable gift of all animal kin
should consider these words, somewhere deep there within:
The animals know us - they know every name
and they'd never destroy us, though we'd do the same
But one day, we'll pay for each folly and crime
with an internal conscience, do plenty hard time
One look at an orphan, grasping for breath
One ocean in oil, polluted with death
will break us with feeling and kill us in kind
for think of this thought, somewhere deep in your mind:
We're breathing the air that the animals breathe.
We take and we take and they hardly receive.
The clocks winding down and we've something to do
and that something begins here with me and with you


Details | Free verse | |

Outcasts

They watch from 
Their place in school.
No one notices.
No one cares.
They are alone
In the big world.
Watching life unfold.
Not experiencing for themselves.
Sad
Lonely
Misunderstood
They try to break through the glass
Separating them from 
The rest of the world.
But it is unbreakable.
So they stand and watch.
Miserable
They are the outcasts. 


Details | Narrative | |

Child Prostitutes (2006)

Staring head on in the face
What is happening in each corner of this dreadful place
I don’t want to say rather me that you
I wish there was something I could do
Children for sale just isn’t right
Buts its happening day and night 


Details | Lyric | |

Mirror with a Gun

Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown

Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill because we run

Cast attention on the lies we create
Manifesting every fear
Will these walls protect me from the pain?
Will the static drive the tears?

Casting lights upon the obvious truth
That we can’t remember love
Because every notion that we think is right
Was not handed from above

Cast our questions into timeless stone
It’s time to walk away
Step again into the lonely dark
It’s time to feed the pain

Casting spells that only weave an end
This is what we’ve become
Friendly faces that will kill again
We’re just a mirror with a gun


Details | Rhyme | |

Santa's Letter

Last night as I was setting up the tree,
Our six year old son came up to me.
He said, "Mommy, I need a stamp because,
I want to mail this letter to Santa Claus."

Only six years old and just learning to spell.
He tried his best, it came out quite well.
He asked for a car, a train and a bike,
And all of the things that little boys like.

Then he signed his name, with a little PS,
That brought a tear to my eye and a pain to my chest.
As I stood there reading that crayon letter,
I fought back my tears, for I knew better,
Than to show him the impact of the words that he wrote,
As he ended his letter with this little note,

"Santa, I know money is short this year,
So all I really want is my Daddy to be here."


Details | Verse | |

Pretend

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Hunger

Here, 
where the black white shadows 
pond and melt 
her dress 
flutters around the 
pronounced scimitar 
of her neck line. 

Eyes whisper 
fr-ig-id 
with a syllabically thick accent 
as if cold were a ham-fisted lug 
emerging from the 
yawning dark mouth 
of the cabin behind her 
pressing his hands 
with the grip 
of a dying man 
bracing his last breath 
with each 
light blue, 
half moon 
fingernail.


Details | Rhyme | |

...Perhaps Because We Were...

Hiding like criminals, we crouch under this straw heap
It’s the third day in a row that hungry we have to sleep
Mama with her sunken face looks so pale
And Daddy, oh, he seems to be dying as his health has begun to fail
Margaret sits quietly without an emotion on her impassive face 
While her little one, oblivious to the fear, has just started his life’s race

Suddenly, some footsteps make ominous sounds 
In an instant are my parents, Margaret and the little one gagged and bound 
I sit there, trembling, hidden from those brutes’ view
Silently saying in my heart all the prayers I knew
Loading their weapons, they take aim 
Of course, for them it’s nothing more than a catch-and-kill game
I see my parents and my sister dying before my eyes 
But I know I would meet a worse fate if raise my voice 
As for the then surviving little one
There was an even more horrific death than that by gun
He is battered mercilessly against the stony wall
Oh, why is God deaf to his pleading call?

Pity is a great word spelled with a capital ‘P’
But those beasts had no idea what it could be
It’s rightly said that God’s loved ones are few
Among them, my family wasn’t there, perhaps, because we were Jews….. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Killed By A Blessing

Tell me your lying.

Tell me this isn't mine.

Made a mistake this time.

Provoking life with no revoking of reality.

To or to not make it a fatality.

And actually live with the mentality.

Of having a gun on my own flesh and blood.

Yet, sensing my own would be done.

To take this one of pregnancy.

With the irony.

Of living a legacy.

That is the epitome of the pit of me.

And my stupidity.

All I am.

All I haven't been.

What I could of been.

Not to be left dead.

Killed not by a bullet, but by a blessing.

Life is to costly for me.

There is no mabey for this baby.

This legacy just isn't ready.

Nor am I.

To die.

Of ambition and living.

Still itching for a contract.

To contract a means of green to be freed.

Yet, in the wake of my mistake.

I am left with the deed of destroying my seed.

Bringing up the burning, yearning of knowing...

Positive or Negative?


Details | Romanticism | |

Bittersweet Memories

Walks around the lake are bittersweet memories
that leave tears in my eyes
tears in my eyes
I remember the way your hand felt in mine
how the world seemed fine
yeah
the world was mine
I remember staring into your eyes
knowing that you would always be there
My mind is full of these bittersweet memories
leaving tears in my eyes
tears in my eyes
I remember when I could make you smile
yeah
when I could make it all worthwhile 
I remember when I was all you needed
yeah
when no one else would do
We used to waste nights away
talking about anything and everything
sometimes even nothing at all
I’m choking up with every thought of you
as these bittersweet memories are leaving tears in my eyes
tears in my eyes


Details | Free verse | |

Love, I Hate You

Love, I hate you, 
Not ‘cos you’re ugly.

Love, I hate you, 
Not ‘cos you don’t love me.

Love, I hate you,
‘Cos of your great love to me.

Love, I hate you, ‘cos of it; 
A listener, you don’t want to be.
.
You heeded not what I said, 
Even thou, I beg you, to “back off!”

“Now, Look!
You see… what we’ve done!?”

A soul is in grieve, 
‘Cos of us.

With your love, 
My soul cries, too.

Love, I hate you, 
For intoxicating me, with your potion.

Thou, you know…
I am a married man.



Details | Lyric | |

Teach Me How To Love

I was born beautiful
But…deformed by men
Lead me the way… 
To humanity


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

DOMESTIC ABUSE

the children are crying
again there's trouble in the house
their mother's in the corner all bloodied
and cowering like a mouse
the father, the husband
who calls himself the king
seems to only dispense verbal abuse
and violent beatings
the police have been called 
but she won't have him arrested
she thinks her faith, beliefs 
and vows are being tested
her friends can't understand why 
she won't just get away
her family is praying that
he won't kill her some day
 
domestic abuse seems to be on the up-rise
yet society always seems to be shocked and surprised
you'll hear people say, "they seem like a very nice couple"
but behind those closed doors there's nothing but violent struggles
the children are always looking neat on their way to school
they seem very shy and the mother acts somewhat cool
but inside that house no one really has a clue
of the level of domestic violence and abuse


Details | Rhyme | |

The Shadow

She stands alone and she cries the tear 
that nobody knows and nobody hears. 

Beginning each day with hope for the night. 
No emotion is present only existence and fright. 

Where pain begin's as the morn arrives. 
Only to leave when all hope has died. 

Where all seems lost there's no dream or Care. 
The light of day and the night somehow share. 

Intake now the Shadow givin life now to end. 
Accepting the silence,  as depression begins


Details | I do not know? | |

You've sealed your fate

Never to be trusted
Never to be loved
Never means never 
Enough is enough 

How many times where you warned before?
How many times did they threaten to lock the door?
Stereotypical black locked up in the system 
Lack of common sense and absolutely no wisdom

Caught up in the game and because of your pride 
You fail to see the hurt, pain and shame you see inside 
Your colour sees you as a typical disgrace 
What are you goanna to do?

Your future you can’t even begin to contemplate 
What’s done is done you sealed you fate 



Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Dream Forever

Thee, are my deepest emotions; taken beyond; my control.
Thou do express love; sweeter; than view of sunshine.
One single touch, from you, feels so fine.
No thoughts of your face would ever console.
Desires; that when I see you, I fight to control,
My heart; is blinded by numbers more than nine.
My soul is bound to you with more than twine.
Thee taketh my senses, beyond, compression of coal.

My blustery habits; are taken; when I see thee, with him.
Coal contracts to brilliant diamonds from pressure, we are told.
My heart aches for thou, under the pressure of seeing his kiss.
No brilliancy of any treasure shines; only a full moon goes dim.
My desires are real; though they have no growth; in gold.
Thee, shall be my dream forever, though I shall have no bliss.


Details | Acrostic | |

C H A O S

Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices.

Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me.

Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept.

Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains.

Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.


Details | Senryu | |

Playground

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

Free time ends
Their parents want to go home
Frowns exchange 


Details | Couplet | |

I am a slave

My message lies not in the sentence
If you learn to read between the lines
You will hear stories in my silence
My life is not about roses and wines

I look strong on the exterior
But I am weak on the interior
I may be smiling on the outside
But I am hurting on the inside


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Rhyme | |

What Is This Church All About

What Is This Church All About?

Is this church meant for people like me?
Is this where God really wants me to be?

They claim to be filled with God’s spirit.
When it comes to HIS truth...  Can they give it?

I’m sure there’s many who come and attend
It’s more than “church on Sunday,” that we must spend!

We must reach out to the lost and the oppressed!
After all, Christ gave us his very best!

May we all preach the gospel and God’s holiness!
And strive to seek his awesome righteousness!

Living for Jesus must be a daily walk and experience!
Not simply based on our “ambitious self appearance.”

God isn’t interested in a denomination or a title…
He wants to know…  Do we really believe the Bible?

He’s not interested in the money put in the offering plate.
He wants to know; “Are you ready
 to enter heaven’s gate?”

May we strive to serve Jesus with a zeal and passion!
And be filled with his holiness and compassion!

May we serve Jesus from a heart of humbled confession!
And making our commitment to him,
 our #1 possession!

“Unless the Lord builds the house.”  
They labor in vain that build it!
Let’s seek the power of God! 
May his presence completely fill it!!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Elegy | |

Stranger


My heart egos and my life drained from me
Simple life I live, I act as I know all
But I know not, no, not even a little
I earnestly seek for recognitions
But my life and my heart is a hole.
An empty vessel, soulless, loveless

I have been succumb by the pain of heart aches
I have become a broken man,
Know not what my future holds
I envy those who went before me, who were acknowledge

I hold on to the little shred of hope in me, 
I am being drowned by my own sorrows.
Love, hate, a new beginning and ending of my old self never seems to happen
My wrath against my enemies is nothing for they humor me with insults.
Let not death come to me in misery and despair, 
For life is full of joy and full of sorrows.

Love me, as who would love a stranger from nowhere.
Let my sorrows be taken away by the love of many
But at last, no one would.
Don’t cry for me, for no one knows me
They came before my grave and said “who is this man?”
“Why is the name not written?”
It is not written because I am nothing
Don’t shed a tear for the stranger such as me.

Life is like a dream on a calm sea,
As the captain gracefully steer and gently moves its rudder.
The passenger puts their lives in his hands,
A calm sea is the heaven of any sailor.
“So, where is my captain?”
The wind blows every so gently,
But my heart sinks gently into the sea;
Who will mourn for the stranger?

Drowned from my grief, 
My faith begins to waver like a ship tossed around by the winnowing wind
My heaven, my calm sea turns against me as I sail the Galilean sea
“Where are thy words that calm the raging storm?”
Ay! I have no peace even in my passing.
I have not thy words of command,
For my faith has been tossed away by the hating winds,  
Shallow, empty, and broken I lay here in an unnamed grave.

Only thy mercy will guide me to the third heaven!
Let my sorrows be washed away by the blood of the innocent lamp.
Let thy words be the honey drops for mine, 
As this world knows only lies
Blinded by greed and lust, 
They seek only to destroy of what they fear.
And my sorrows are tossed away by thy promises.
For thy compassion for lost sheep is great.

"Have I found peace?"
I have, for I know my heart is at rest when my body has aged
And my salvation has come
When I died with thy Words of truth


Details | Elegy | |

dad army

Dad´s Army 

On the Milky Way a black cloud appeared,
not dark as the night, but as a whole year
of winter nights put together and blended  
with stygian thoughts of a suicidal dictator.
Then slowly the cloud began to dissipate,
became whispery as Fidel Castro´s beard.  
…And there, on blue silk, a new born star,
unexciting at first but it grew stronger by  
the galaxy minute- which last a bit longer
than on earth-, till it one day sparkled with 
pride especially around Christmas.    
The moment a new star is born an old star 
lights up, like northern light, for so to fall 
into perpetuity, and I shall not see my old 
friend Clive Dunn again. 


Details | Free verse | |

Nobody's Child

Her chapped palms smell of
-ungrateful jasmine-
roughened by shrewd plays of world.
And in the creases of
- youthful forehead-
sleeps an orphaned childhood, old.

Among distasteful leering,
ineffectual rags of
-modesty cries-
unfortunate beauty trapped among
-lechers-
pawn broker and hawker alike.

-Nobody’s Child -
gazes high UP , at the
  S
  K
  Y
  S
  C
  R
  A
  P
  E
  R
  S ,
elegant unreachable stairs
winding beyond clouds yonder. 

S L O W L Y sighing,
At the dreams hidden, on the dark side of
half bitten moon.


Details | Haiku | |

The suicide note

In his suicide note
My poverty is to blame
No one else, he wrote


Details | Acrostic | |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!


Details | Lyric | |

I Just Want My Life Back

Dedicated to everyone at Freedom Middle School
06-07
I love you guys with all my heart

The hallways are full of laughter, 
The friends are full of love
The good friends are playful,
Giving each other a little shove.
The classes were a bit of a challenge,
The tests more of a breeze
Studying was the hard part
But it put our minds at ease.
The drama was overrated
The fights were way too many
But the make-ups and break-ups made a difference
And made us think a plenty.
The teachers were our light
That got us to where we are
Even connections, useless as they seem to be,
Will help us go really far
The hearts were full of words unsaid
As we took our final steps
Outside the doors, into a new life
As we drew in our final, middle school breath.
The eyes were full of spilling tears
That cascaded down our cheeks
The sun was shining, so how could we
Be feeling so very bleak?
All of it is now a blur
I wish I could go back
And change everything that I had done
Just wipe it away to be packed.
But we can't change our mistakes in the past
And we can't relive our lives
As much as we wish we could return
To the place where our last tears together were cried.
The middle school years were the best
And we're sad to see them go
Especially those who didn't say a lot
Who didn't let their true love show.
We were alive when we were at school
Because we were with the people we loved
Our memories are the best token of that year
Even jokingly being shoved.
But now that all my friends are gone
Onto high school, seperate ones at that,
I'm still here, silently hoping
Wishing that I could go back.
But our time there was for the best,
And this has hit me with a hard SMACK!
I love everyone there, and now I have to say
I just want my life back.


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Sorry For Being So Cold

My words may feel so cold,
Yet this feeling of falling and 
Then trying to be so loving
Eventually misleads me to 
Feeling like she or myself 
Is gradually shoving my feelings 
Through an invisible door.

It's all so not worth 
Letting this sorrow corner me in,
My mind is wondering if I'm truly fine with
Having no one special in my own current life.

My reasons for trying to 
Move onwards from there
Were nothing but idealized dreams
Turning into unpleasant realities. 

Who knew that a few days 
After those euphoric moments
I would be realizing that 
The strings of my heart were pulled
By desires so unnecessary for healing 
My own inner strife.

My words may have been so cold,
But it's only because this sorrow I go through
Will always continue beyond tomorrow.

You don't deserve being 
My eternal object of depression,
Yet you are also even taking it 
All too simply to be the object
Of my true love and affection.

My feelings from loving you 
Were absolutely true,
But I now see I was so wrong 
In believing in my own naïve thoughts.
So fleeting was the beautiful 
Rendering of my soul,
Except that no one knew then 
That it was only a game of pretend.

Wanting my first kiss returned, 
Yet again I guess first can mean the worst,
So I guess I'll find someone 
Who will become my second best.
After telling you I can't love you anymore, 
I now feel as if I can finally rest.

My words were only so cold,
Because something in the depths of my heart
Was calling out to be heard.

In the end though I have released myself
From the bittersweet feelings I gained from 
My voice and feelings that once were forsaken.
I'm sorry for being so cold.


Details | Narrative | |

Midnight Again

Its midnight again, TV on
The sofa becomes my bed
As the confusion of our lives
Fills my weary head

At times I drift off
And think of days gone by
How I yearn for yesterday
So bad it makes me cry

Other times I feel just like a kid
With something new to share
And you put your soul around me 
And tell me how much you care

At times I think its working
Like I’ve finally met the mark
And all too quickly it ends
And I’m alone, on the couch, in the dark

Why can’t it all be the way it was
That day on top of the hill
Am I really as bad a person 
As you can make me feel


Inside I try so hard
Outside it seems I don’t
I want to meet your needs
But I don’t know what you want

I try to be your husband
Your lover and your friend
Somehow I never am
And I find myself here again

I try to be a father
But those efforts just backfire
Somehow I manage to destroy
Everything that I desire

I ask myself, “Is it worth it?”
Why don’t I start anew
And after hours of contemplation
Just one answer, “I love you”

And resolved to that end
I lay my heart to sleep
And I pray the lord
Our souls together he will keep

A silent kiss to you and the kids
In hopes of a better day
As I close my eyes to dream
And let my troubles drift away 


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Ballad | |

ALL SHE WILL BE NEEDING

She smells of stale garbage and wine
Her boots all worn and tattered
Stern-faced and stony eyes
Dressed in a tired ol' mink
She shivers as she takes a rest
From pushing her metal cart
Squeaking and overflowing with
Items reflecting her life
She had been warned twice to move
The choice was not hers to make

Today, like all the others
She will walk ten blocks or so
In hope to find a warmer place
To lay down for the night
Just a corner to rest
Is all she will be needing
She knows this will be over soon
The pain gets worse each day
Yet, her hopes live on for one more day
Her deliverance is on its way!
~*~


*"HOMELESSNESS"


Details | Verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Social Norm

Drink the drink, and take the pills, lay on the medication.
But your soul's forever lost to them without persistent dedication.
There's things we've learned, and things we will, to decide us right from wrong.
But your ears are only open, now, to a techno-logic song.
Social norms have bound you tight, then cut you awf'ly deep.
And still your soul beneath the surface begs of you, relief.
You waded in their welcome waters, thought it nice and cool
But now I'm sure you've figured out you're lost in sorrows pool
So take it from who knows you best
Someone who has passed this test:

Before you drift out in the sea And the shore's no longer in your view, I promise that I'll bring you back And if I can't, I'll follow you. Before your legs and arms grow weak And you've passed your final tier, I promise that I'll hold your hand; I promise you I'll still be here. Before your lungs are filled with water And our souls are parted once again, I promise you that you're forgiven; I promise you I'm still your friend. Before you close your sunken eyes Inviting night to kill the day Know your bright was never slight And soon you'll see your way.


Details | Free verse | |

The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


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Dodge City

I arrest in the road and think this is the town
Where the tumbleweed girls bowl around and around,
I freeze in the park and think this is the town
Where the seeds of sweet love die cold in the ground.
I lean on the bridge and think this is the place
Where the eyes of dead fish stare up into space,
I lie in the church and think this is the place,
Where evangelist devils preach sin and disgrace.

I trip in the road and think this is the street
Where the black heart of Judas continues to beat,
I step on the cracks and think this is the street
Where the march of the butchers cut life in retreat,
I bow in the street and think this is the road
Where messiahs and villains on wild horses rode,
I cry in the street and think this is the road
Home to the homeless of no fixed abode.

I climb on the rail and think this is the town
Where the plasterboard ceilings came tumbling down,
I halt at each stoop and think this is the town
Where the lost were last seen and will never be found,
I stare at the ditch and think this is the hole
With depth deep enough to eat every last soul,
I weep in the glass and think this is the hole
Wherein nights never end, filled with sulphur and coal.

I stalk down the hill and think this is the city
Where never was mercy and never was pity,
I glance at the graves and think this is the city
The realm of a cut and paste lynch-mob committee,
I bullet the gun for whatever befalls
As jukeboxes blast in the rooms with no walls,
It’s the law of the gun for whatever befalls,
To kill all that draws breath, or walks or crawls. 


Details | I do not know? | |

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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Why Do We Preach Tolerance and Love


Tolerance and love is preached…  But,  at what price?
Too often we forget about Jesus’ sacrifice!

His death was because our sin counted against us.
He died on the cross because he truly loves us!

How dare we “cheapen” his work on the cross!
In today’s “political correctness..”  We have lost!

In the love and acceptance, we call it “inclusion.”
This has led many into a serious “confusion.”

Many want the loving side of God.  I can’t blame them!
But those who seek his holiness…  
Can you name them?

God is a God of love.  But he requires holy living too!
This is not a request but a command 
me and you!

If it’s tolerance and love you want…  Look no more!
You’ll be able to find it washed up on sin’s shore!

The people of Israel wanted “free love.” 
 Look what it got them!
Being slaves and captives, is what
 it taught them!

God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire!
Living a righteous life is what he really desires!

“Without holiness…  No man shall see him.”
That’s why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him!

Won’t you allow your sins to be totally forgiven?
Only Jesus can change the way
 you’ve been livin’!

He gives eternal life to those who
 diligently seek him!
The choice is yours to repent and receive him!

By Jim Pemberton    


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I Hate Aunt Floe

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

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


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Mercy

While standing in the open door
Seeing she couldn't eat anymore
I watched sadly as there she sat
Hands calmly folded and laid in her lap
I could see she had become so weak
And desperately only wanting to sleep
The beautiful black hair that was so long
Tis just a memory now. It's all gone.
Although she tries hard not to let it show
She's in pain and she knows that I know
There's no longer a reason to pretend
We both know it''s so very near the end
She looks at me with searching eyes
And so quickly it came as no surprise
There by her side I roll her a joint
Political issues here have no point
With a deep breath in to comfort and ease
The dawning of her death with dignity
As she exhales slowly she begins to smile
Grateful eyes stare back at  me all the while
After a time as I see her fade into sleep
And tuck her in gently and begin to weep
As I place the marijuana back on the shelf
I wipe my flowing tears and think to myself
While she now rests so quiet and at peace
Death eludes her today but Mercy at least

Although not entered this poem was inspired by the Medicinal Marijuana contest.  I think its pretty clear where I stand.

Copyright © by Scarlett Sepulvado Anderson

Anthology: Sunflowers and Seashells
(will be available at Barnes & Noble & Amazon.com)
Publisher: Eber & Wein Publishing
597 S. Main St. Shewsbury, PA 17361


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Dregs of Destiny

Their destiny, or whatever was left of it,
Was shown to them in black and white print.
Their property and earnings were neatly split
"You kids can't wait till we are dead, now isn't it?"
The old man's words were laughed off by them, although they were not a jest,
The words carried utter disappointment, and a dash of regret.
They would be carted off to a shelter for the old and weakened,
Live in separate wings and meet each other every second weekend.
As the kids and lawyers reeled off on how it was a wonderful opening,
They asked for some time to reflect on the dealing.
As the young blood left for their plush homes,
The lady scribbled something on a note.
The sunset silhouette of the couple showed them kneeling,
Thanking Almighty, even after everything.
Next, when the neighbors found the old couple sleeping forever,
They saw seven words on the suicide letter.
With a will stapled to give everything to charity,
It said," We chose our own dregs of destiny."   


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Shantytown

Rising sun out of the east,
Falls on the early morning on Riverside,
A shantytown just yonder of Laiser Hill,
A posh estate under Ngong Hills, 
And there on shanty Riverside,
They wake up like they always do,
It is another day that may brim with trouble,
Still it is another day nonetheless,
And so they hurry along like they always do,
They might earn a dollar or less today,
And just barely feed the little mouths tonight,
But at high noon high the little mouths will wait,
Maybe the noon high will go down easy today,
Let their hungry tongues patiently wait,
Till Mummy, maybe Daddy comes home,
With that dollar or less for tonight, 
If not it will be just like like last night, 
Little tummies grumbling in the night,
Little limbs trembling in the cold,
That is life in shantytown.


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A Very Inviting Temptation

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


Details | Elegy | |

Let Go

A long list of names with not a friend among them
Is it just of book of hidden faces
Forgotten faces?
Not a single word I've ever said was
written with truth
And here's the proof

When there's tears streaming down my face
Stuck in place
Is a smile that is a lie
When every time  I look around
I want to die

No friendly faces, in the brightest of places
And I can't make a sound
Is this life or is it just a dark hell
 How is one to live without living
Feeling lonely
Lost in a sea of sound

The darkness inside me
Is seeping through my heart
and making me lose my self control
Turn the shower up higher so they don't hear me cry
It's all I can do, just living a lie

The friends I thought I had
left when I was reaching my lowest
Now as I sink below the surface
The sun is the dimmest of lights

Scratching at my sides
Not ready to go back to the blade
So long gone, I've reached the breaking point 
but I'm afraid to let go


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God Gave Me A Talent I Didn't Use It

God Gave Me A Talent…  I Didn’t Use It!

God gave me a talent, but I chose to refuse it.
I had it…  But didn’t want to use it!

God also gave me the ability to use what was given.
But it just “didn’t fit in” with my style of livin’!

The talent he gave, he wanted for me to share...
Although I went to church…  I just didn’t care!

I was like someone who “buried the talent in the ground.”
When God came looking…  I was nowhere to be found.

I was embarrassed of what he gave and ashamed.
I didn’t want to talk about Jesus, 
or mention his name…

I wanted to be careful of who was my friend.
If I were to use God’s talent, I may easily “offend.”

We all have talents. God’s given them to each one.
He’s given to us his spirit and Christ Jesus his son!

All that we need to accomplish his purpose and goal…
He wants to use us!  He loves us more than we know!

Will you “bury” the talents that God’s given to you?
Or will you just “turn your back” like others do?

He has a divine will for us all.  A purpose and plan!
He waits for you… With an outstretched hand!

Won’t you allow him to use you HIS way?
Please do it now!  Listen to what HE has to say!

HIS blessings in your life is for you to receive!
Reach out to him now! Trust and believe.!

By Jim Pemberton


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


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There's A Web of Temptation And Sin

There’s a Web of Temptation and Sin!

There’s a web of temptation and a lot of sin…
That brings slavery and a strong bondage within!

Throughout this land, there’s an evil surge!
While many lives, seem to be getting “submerged!”

Being submerged, into a life, that many believe in.
They become perverted, but want all to receive them!

The “love and acceptance,”
 that many desire.
Puts them on a tightrope!  A very thin wire!

As the web of temptation and sin begin to grow.
It brings a bondage that damages the soul!

They may want to have “love and acceptance.”
But in their hearts, needs to be a godly repentance!

May the holiness of a righteous God be stirred!
That all will come back, to the truth of his word!

His son Jesus, came to the cross! He bled and died!
That through him, our lives can be totally sanctified!

Only the power of God, can bring a needed restoration!
He gives to one and all… 
 A heavenly invitation!

Whosoever will… Come now!  And accept him!
Won’t you take the time, to really know him?

Don’t allow the web of life to destroy 
and overcome you!
Come to Jesus now!  He really does
 LOVE YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

I Have Time For Church But NO Time For You


I’m so busy with church… I don’t have much time… But God forgives me…. So is this a crime? I go each Sunday, and do “the church thing.” I’m just too busy, to really do anything! I’m there on time. I try not to be late. I even give my ten percent into the offering plate! I bring my Bible, and wear a suit and tie. I sing the worship songs, shout and cry. Do you need any help or prayer? Please wait in line…. I’m busy right now! And don’t have the time! I’ll direct you to the pastor to make an appointment… Perhaps he’ll pray and give you an anointment! This is what I offer! And the best I can do!. I just don’t have the time for people like you! Maybe I’ll see you again. Maybe I won’t… But giving my time for others? I simply don’t… I’m trying to look good for my “Sunday appearance.” Anything less, would be a “new experience.” I hope you’ll forgive me for saying “excuse me.” Maybe I’ll find another time for you to be with me…. By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ghazal | |

Subha ki hawa jo kashbo-o-yar lay aye

Subha ki hawa jo kashbo-o-yar lay aye
Meray chaman main naseem-e-bahar lay aye.

Tu ronaq-e-mahfil bazm-e-charagan hai sanam
Teri ada meray chehray pay nikhar lay aye.

Chamakti rahti hain ankheen abgeno ki taraha
Nigha uthi tu saroor-o-khumar lay aye.

Sakoon sa rahta hai teri suhbat main aksar
Mareez-e-ishq kay liay sabr-o-qarar lay aye.

Yeh shartay mohabat thi kay wada yad rahay
Woh sham ajab thi jo tera intezar lay aye.


Details | Free verse | |

Dysfunctional Dreamtime

                                                             1.

A red helium balloon
                                   I float above myself,
Watch the ritual unfold:

                                   Gather the sharps
                                   Lay them out
                                   Roll up the sleeves
                                   Enfold the world in silence.

Then, with infinite concentration,
The Not-Me begins:

                                    Draw the lines
                                    Open the flesh
                                    Let out the hot red
                                    Pain and Poison;
                                    Inscribe another testament
                                    To survival.

Then the balloon drifts down
Sleeves roll down
The Not-Me steps into the balloon
                                    And floats away,
And I become myself again,
Purged and Whole

Until the next time.

                                                               2.

A wraith,
I live on air
Insubstantial as the Winter's mists.

I am colorless
And blank as perfect ice, as cloudless sky
Yet I command all appetites,
Control my ghostly shape
Against all outside assault.

My Will is wind,
Invisible and Absolute.

A reed,
I bend but never break.

I may be fading, fading...

But the steel rod within the mist
Shines true and will not yield.

                                                               3.

Peel back the flesh
The flowing flesh,
And see the Void within.

I am large but I am empty,
Hollow as a gourd, a husk.
Tear me and the taut surface
Will collapse upon itself.

I hunger, ever hunger
For the things that fill others up 
And keep them satisfied.

                                                     And so I eat.

                                                     I eat Love, Acceptance, Self-Confidence.
                                                     I eat Hate, Loneliness, Rejection.

And ultimately,
I consume myself.

                                                     After all, 
                                                     Who else could stomach
                                                     The taste of me?


Details | Terzanelle | |

our homeless plight

come, my child, let me hold you tight,
so I can keep you warm tonight.
I pray God ends our homeless plight.


Dr. Ram's triplet contest


Details | Narrative | |

LADY OF THE NIGHT - II

Dreaming of a pot of gold, you came to town
It was sprawling, this metropolis, you knew none around
Your earnings were scant and engagements, irregular
The overseer assured steady income in lieu of a favour
You succumbed to ward off uncertainties, and gradually sank deeper

You were born of impoverished stock, high up in the Himalayas
Your clean looks and youthful age were your kin’s panacea
Your home, the arid plains, where land is mostly barren
Starvation a reality, your innocent world was broken
When it comes to sacrifice, inevitably you are chosen

You were a country girl, pubescent and barely thirteen
Travelling to the big city with a distant kin
To serve an urban family with mop and pail
A drug laced cup of tea made you vulnerable to a cartel
You woke, imprisoned, in a dingy room of a highway brothel

Battered and beaten and raped to submission
You forgot the gods and your daily oblation
Your escort paid dearly for his betrayal and malice
Was it your homage to the gods or backstreet justice?
You languish now in jail, but the brothel still exists

You were in your second year, studying BA (Honours)
With a weakness for the life of the upper class
And the knowledge to achieve what you felt, you must
The initiation was debasing – no niceties, just frenzied lust
The payment was in cash –the first time wasn’t the last

You are not alone in your tainted existence
Women arriving at the metropolis in suburban trains
Working by day and exiting before the peak hour rush
Living in opulence, in times past – barely middle class
Very discreet, these devil women and financially flush

You conceived, a professional risk, and the baby you resolved to keep
Now nineteen and actively trafficking, his misdeeds make you weep
His latest catch, a tender ten year old, the same age you were shackled
Your flesh and blood, the son, you had mothered from the cradle!
Your agony was incomplete, now it had completed its cruel cycle

Hail lady of the night
With time, you’ve overcome both fear and fright 
And blended the distinction between wrong and right
You’ve lost your vision, though you retain your sight
In a world shrouded in darkness where the sun still shines bright
 


Details | Ballade | |

ABORIGINAL RESIDENTIAL SCHOOL, 1927

THE BLANCHING

Gone, the sun dance, gone, the beat of the drum,
forbidden by the phantoms who stole us away.
No dreamcatchers here so the nightmares come,
and lashes from thick belts bully our play,
branding even the youngest Ojibwa
who ache for family, long for their lands,
but dare not speak what their tribal hearts say
as church and state slowly blanch the red man.

Beneath my skin, I hear the Great Spirit hum
as the priest yells of sins on Sabbath day.
Bellies are empty, we scrounge for small crumbs
on scrawny knees while we’re forced to pray
before we drink blood to kill our wicked ways.
My native tongue has been muted and banned,
but visions tell tales, old memories stay
though church and state slowly blanch the red man.

The circle of life hides from the sacrarium,
my warm wiigiwaam is so far, far away,
we feel the cold as we’re taught decorum, 
and the girl who’s stood since dawn now sways
but she remains like a totem on proud display.
Each hour seems whiter, part of their plan,
we scrub with bleach, read Psalms, tearfully obey
for church and state slowly blanch the red man.

Weep for the taken and the peace English betray
for they sent us to hell to say that we’re damned,
as we witnessed our birthright first pale then decay
while church and state tried to blanch the red man.





*This ballade uses slant rhyme and loosened syllable counts intentionally. 
For more information and to read of the near ethnocide of First Nations People: --- http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/story/2008/05/16/f-faqs-residential-schools.html


Details | Free verse | |

The Never Ending Battle

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert



Details | I do not know? | |

If your not the part of the solution your the part of the problem

I’m from the hood where the politicians don’t do squat for the poor/  
I represent the modern day Black man/ 
The Black educated politician and activist that care about only one Damn 
thing when the stuff hit the fan! 
“They Damn Self!” 
It’s like a wise man once said “Never let the left hand know what the right 
hand do” meaning keep all of the right hands right and all of the left hands 
left/ 
Ever since then the tradition has been eating off the next mans death/ 
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder whether I should go buy 
books or go buy a T.V,/Then again I wonder what’s wrong with these rap artists calling us
window 
shoppers like we nothing!  
Then them same rap artist turn around and beg us to go buy they C.D/ 
“Buy Black Owned!!” 
“Keep the Money in the Hood!” 
That’s all you hear/ 
We tried and it went/ 
Now at the same time I’m behind in my rent/ 
I hate the usage of the word Negroes! 
But when I look at these new condos being built all around Harlem/ 
I realize Negroes got a problem/ The rent not affordable/  
They go do what they wanna do/ just to get Negroes out of Harlem/ 
What happened to all the great MALCOLMS, MARTINS, and MARCUS/ 
Cause all we got now is a bunch of fake FARRAKHANS, SHARPTONS 
and BARRAKAS!/ nah just kidding!Hopefully not my last hope BARAK 
OBAMA! But I wonder when it’s all go stop!/ 
Cause when I look at my peoples now a days/ 
All I see is  
“I see DISASTER!! 
And realize “Yeah we still SLAVES”/ 
But the sad part is 
WE THE MASTER!!     (“let’s stop enslaving our selves”)  
By Lester Marrow


Details | Free verse | |

A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Senryu | |

Poison

Black water
Enters the system
Leaves decay


Details | Verse | |

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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Jobless

You are now an outsider
No longer part of the mechanism
Not needed, surplus to requirement, redundant
Your mind slowly blunting at the bottom of the bottom drawer of life

The eyes of others betray derision and contempt
Fearful of catching your disease
Keeping a distance, loathing your weakness and inability
A moment of pseudo sympathy and they’re gone, you’re of no further use to them   

Every rejection is an undeniable confirmation of your failure
Affirmation is everywhere; you just never saw it before now
Self-confidence, ground down with every counter-opinion to yours
Your worth is worthless and your prospects worth less than that

Pride declines charity yet you wish they’d persist
Dismissal and a cynical laugh is your antidote to their wise advice
Don’t you think I have thought of that? Or tried this? You say
Embarrassment at your own ineptitude has become hostility

Your child's face is a gallery of unconscious naivety
You draw her in close, a surrogate for decent food and warmth
Inwardly you cry for her and, perhaps, more for you at your inability to provide
You’re not sure how or when it will end but certainly...it will end

Slowly, yet quite perceptibly, you have become the person you once scorned
You now comprehend the reason for their shabby appearance 
You realise that hesitance isn’t stupidity but a fear of making a wrong impression
You can now walk a mile in another man’s shoes…until they wear out


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Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill


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I Think About How Ths Country Has Changed



Over the years, I think about how this country has changed.
It’s like “right vs. wrong” has been “rearranged.”

We’re told that a separation from man and God exists.
Yet the handiwork of God is in our very midst!

Rather than seeking to obey God’s word and rules.
Our courts have turned this country into “fools.”

The whole idea of marriage is often very confusing.
Many don’t think about the wrong path they’re choosing!

Government often passes laws that provide a “moral instability.”
We’ve often lost our respect for a Godly type of morality.

As people’s lives get filled with lusts of various kinds.
Many are wandering around with very confused minds!

“One nation under God” is too often under attack.
As this country is quickly “getting off track!”

If “change” is what you want, or what you’re looking for.
Think about the purpose of life you’re meant for!

The direction you need to travel,
 is to the Lord in prayer.
Wherever you are...  
He will meet you there!

Christ alone removes any “God or state” separation.
By his shed blood and his gift of salvation!

There’s no Supreme Court near heaven’s gates!
There’s a God who loves who, and anxiously waits!

He longs for you to receive his life eternal.
So he can put your name in heaven’s journal!

Won’t you allow his love to cleanse you within?
And experience the atonement for every sin!

May the Lord bring to us all a healing and restoration!
He is the only true hope for our great nation!

By Jim Pemberton


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Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

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

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

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


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Why

Why go to sleep?
Why we are the ones that have missing things.
Why take a breeze?
When I am the one that needs zephyr.

Why cry until you are satisfied?
When you are always dissatisfied.
Why go and feel contempt?
When we only need respect.
So, why do you expose yourself?
When you haven't cleansed yourself.

Why go and overreact?
When you sometimes don't make a great impact.
Why go and bite?
When you know you cannot eat more than you can chew.

Why give?
When you only deserve.
Why shed some tears?
When they sometimes aren't clear.
Why are you happy?
When you know you are lying.

Why are we bleeding?
When we only need healing.
So, why live?
When we go and die.
And why die?
When we want life.

We might fall down,
But it is never too late,
'Cause life,
Starts now...


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


Details | Rhyme | |

WORDS WILL FOREVER HURT ME

I’m tired of self inflicted misery,
That would be the real travesty
In my life I made so many mistakes
Only God can judge me and know my fate
Only pain, loneliness, and sorrow make a home here,
But I do have a heart that cares
And it is constantly warring and tearing me apart.
Do you feel like everything bad in your life is your fault
I’m unable to complete an apologetic sentence
But it is all in the name of repentance
All these words don’t take away the pain
It feels like a down pour of cold rain
I never point the finger because I’m the one to blame
But I have learned to never live with shame
Even if it is four letter words
It stings inside so badly when they are heard
There is no place for them to go put stay and hide
They tend to crush the spirit agonize pride
To me words hurt more than a hit
The real truth is I do not want any part of it
It does not matter if it is in person or on the telephone
Stick and stones may break my bones
I know misery loves company
But words will forever hurt me



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They're Watching You

They're watching you,
they're always watching you,
check out the daily news.

Henchmen rob bank,
two officers killed,
change channel.

Reality T.V.
a celebraity stumbling out of a club,
drunk as hell.

Change channel,
a gay couple buying a house,
in a white collar neighborhood.

They're watching you,
they're always watching you,
even when you don't know it.

Someone is always watching you.
Take out the trash,
wash the dishes.

Watching,
survalling,
like a camera.

Terrorists,
they're always watching you,
Politians always watching you.

School teachers,
police,
FBI and CIA
Always watching you.

Smile for the camera
they're watching
so just wave and smile.

Bullies on playground jungle-gyms
looking out for the ugly nerd,
found him.

Hiding under the woodchips,
get him, beat him up,
I told you, they're always watching you.

Look at me,
look what I can do,
can you see me?

I'll drink to that,
cheers,
for they're always watching.


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Star Of David

he stood 
among the swasticka's 


a star 
in the center of chaos


and still
he couldn't comprehend


with ticket in hand 
for a train 
that was heavily laden 
with lost hope 


he was bound and gagged 
by religion 
that was neither practiced 
or received 

yet he was convicted 
by birth 
advocating his death


tears would not save him 


German words would convict 
spoken with accents 
of David 
yet there would be no 

slaying of Goliath 


and so he went 
without a word in yiddish


to ovens readily heated 
and skin was but butter for 
German bread 


he walked among the gentile's 
and was slain 
for he was too gentle 


like a lamb to the slaughter

they dined on mutton 

of Jewish mute 

 

evil knows no boundaries 

for it exerts power and control 

 

and those that are complacent 

will pay the price with life 

 

Star of David 

shone 

but was covered 

by German eclipse

 

blocking the glow

 

extinguishing the flame 

 

 

 





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Homeless Man and His Dog

throw him a nickle

maybe a dime

tell yourself he'll be fine


careful not to look into his eyes

he has feelings

an inconvenient surprise


by his side his loyal companion

a little dog he cannot abandon


throw them a nickle

maybe a dime

tell yourself they'll be just fine


you come home

turn on the light

surely they'll find shelter from the night


you take a shower 

and go to bed

but thoughts of them fill your head


so in your car you go to find

the sad little pair you left behind


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you should not fear ROUNDELET

You should not fear,

though their brawls are so unyielding.

You should not fear,

though the deadline is very near.

Congress will raise the debt ceiling,

despite your skeptical feeling.

You should not fear.


**Roundelet contest (CORRECTED WITH NEW RULES)


Details | Rhyme | |

Bukowski

Was it said before? Sure.
Was it said this way? I doubt it.
Perspective is in no way obscure,
And his works are nothing without it.

His motivation’s observed in daily life,
Misery, not just some vague inspiration.
He begs for reason, some way to lessen strife;
His words reflect a resounding desperation.

There seems a need at times to clarify, 
But that’s allowed in his terms only;
So many thoughts seem somewhat ‘rarefied’,
Fed his fire, but made him lonely.

No ‘underachiever’, not just another fool,
But still seeking solace by the glass;
Tempering his stagger and his drool 
With just a bit of ‘kiss my ass.’ 

But, usually, genius ‘sots’ come to ground,
Lucid moments - on the square;
Their driving ‘bolts’ of genius, word or sound,
Only written because they dare.

Yes, you can feel the written “heart”,
But few of us can realize that sort of pain;
No isolated misery… of many lives a part,
Each begs an answer... “Who’ll stop the rain?”

Yes, he’s lived it, seen it, and told it well;
But Timing is the Master of one’s Fate.
Is the timing right?  Funny…only time will tell…
Will you will be a whining sot or dare to be great?

One success can be lucky, we’ve seen that before.
One book, one song, then quietly fade away.
But six novels later, we should know the score;
He must have had something to say.

So, at the perfect time, someone heard.
Someone who was “someone” took someone under wing.
And to those with interest and empathy, they sold his words;
Saying they “are genius” and with “ugly truth” they ring.

But did he create any redeeming changes or impacts?
Yes, what singular influence did all his artful whining bring?
None... just a relentless, repetitive diatribe of sad facts.
Oh, yes…..and a little “ching ching”.

Entered in the "Idiot or Genius" contest 27 March 2014

not so genius

 


Details | Sonnet | |

River Deep, Mountain High

How do we ever know whom we've come to know
All we see is their periphery, externally on show
But what resides from within, can be River Deep, Mountain High
With levels we can't seem to count, internally they cry

Internally they cry, into a world we can't comprehend
It's no wonder they appear like this, if me, I'd be round the bend
One minute their world seems so right, suddenly a darkness descends
All it took was explainable, but a different signal they send

A different signal they send, yet it's receiver appears to know
What was there originally no longer appears to show
Just like a pendulum swinging, to the left and to the right
No middle happy medium, for when it stops out goes their light

When it stops out goes their light, and a darkness descends
Maybe it's what they had become, driven round the bend







http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-16.php


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Rat Race




Rat race, rat race,
All going to the same place,
Move faster and pay no mind,
Their games keep mankind blind,
Another number for the rich,
Someday when were in their ditch,

Rights, fights,
Gave them away for ravenous appetites,
Illusions and delusions
I pled guilty to sinister pollution,
Frustration comes 
As humanity goes numb

Rat race, rat race,
Inevitable landslide
Full of pride
Everyone’s lied,
Morality has died,
With arms open wide

America the Great
Like prey, they just wait
Bow down to your money
Make love to your greed
While you feed your need
Vampires now lead.


By: Sabina Nicole
2-14-13


Details | I do not know? | |

Cautious Love

A newly found passion, a newly found love
In there eyes the other was sent from above
An engagement after only four days
Does God work in mysterious ways?
No. I say its the foolishness of the young
Like unprepared lyrics badly sung
Don't they understand the commitment they've made?
Because responsibility and obligation have now been laid
"Do I think they'll make it?" Honestly, no
But that doesn't mean for them to pack up and go
Loves are funny and tricky things
Whoever knows what's on the other side when the doorbell rings
Caution is important and in great need
Love can be a really good or extremely bad deed
So this is what I say to my special friends
Don't be surprised if it isn't those perfect ends


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Tired Of It All

I'm tired of the lies,
I'm tired of the deceit,
I'm tired of the rumors,
I'm tired of it all.

I'm tired of the pain,
I'm tired of all the heartaches,
I'm tired of the break-ups,
I'm tired of it all.

I'm tired of the hatred,
I'm tired of the sadness,
I'm tired of the anger,
I'm tired of it all.

I wish everything was perfect.
I wish everyone could get along.
I wish all the negative things in the world could be tossed away.
I wish, I wish, I wish...but this is reality, and here...NOTHING is perfect.


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What's the point?

What’s the point 
in living
When death awaits
What’s the point 
in breathing
When you can not 
feel the 
swelling of your 
lungs
What’s the point 
in love
When you heart 
only aches
What’s the point 
of being in a 
state of 
awareness 
When you are not 
really alive
What’s the point 
in doing your 
best 
When it is 
rarely 
acknowledged
What’s the point 
in making all 
happy
When you are sad
What’s the point 
in smiling 
When your heart 
bleeds
And that colgate 
smile
never touches 
your eyes
What’s the point
in anything?


Details | Verse | |

Let her live---

A blooming bud, She would spread fragrance. Daughters, like true gems, Will make you proud. Doctor tells you, Girl in the womb Birth her with all Love. For: Shanzi contest Sponsor: Joann Grisetti. (This poem is written against an extremely inhuman practice called female foeticide, rampant among people who desire to have a male child at any cost. Such an impact this is having in the society that the population of females is decreasing at an alarming rate leading to dangerous gender imbalance. Lot of awareness efforts are carried out by the print and electronic media in India to curb this evil. The government has banned pre natal gender determination for the same purpose.) Dedicated to precious daughters who never were born!


Details | Couplet | |

Dirty Dan

<                             Driving along in my automobile
                               Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals

                               Should I stop or should I just Go !
                               Should I give Or Should I just say hell No !

                              But what if that was me
                              Crying out with such pitty

                              Not knowing where to get next meal
                              Three kids crying at worn out heels

                             Cardboard boxes to call our home
                             Dumpster diving for pieces of foam

                             Think I'll give him a piece of my pot
                             Opened wallet and gave him alot

                             A nice twenty came on out
                             Wiped out was his sadden pout

                              
                             Drove by an hour later
                             Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter

                             
                             Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed
                              Just hope he finds a better suitable home


Details | I do not know? | |

poems

poems of love 
poems of hate 
closing doors
 and clicking gates 

Gates of white 
Gates of blue
 all beg for something new
 
something new
  something old
 something saying lets be bold 

i  know you
 and i know something you 
would like to do 

 so take my hand 
and lets leave behind the seas
 and the sand
 
 fly to a new beginning 
leave all these people we watch 
sinning
 


Details | Haiku | |

Carnations

Rows of carnations
children grab, defying rule
time withers with them.


© ~JSLambert  2011


Details | Free verse | |

Ignored

We talked,
But I wasn't heard,
We walked,
But you scattered,
We built,
But you destroyed,
I thought,
But you acted,
We were determined,
But you exterminated...

You were blind,
I was sighted,
You were darkened,
I was lightened,
I was myself,
You weren't yourself...

I was lone,
No one cared.

I was ignored,
No one cared,
About my emotions...


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


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The Ugliness Of Divorce


My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.

I was proud of my parents!  I really was!
And loved them so much…  Just because!

They meant everything to me!  I was proud!
Until one day...  There appeared “a dark cloud.”

It was like a “darkness” hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!

Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.

I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another….  They no longer enjoyed!

How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage “totally plundered

As sin crept in...  And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.

May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!

If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!

If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus’ love can put it on the right course!

He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!

By Jim Pemberton


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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


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


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The Nobodies

We are the nobodies
Unloved, un-hated, un-phased
Outcasts of the world of popularity.
Banished to the fringes of existence.
Finding joy- is a rarity- no solidarity
Always seen at a distance-
because we are the resistance

Nameless faceless and speechless-
When we speak the response is an echo
Bouncing around in a black hole
We can't hide from it so lets go
Into the darkness of our abandoned soul

Alone, lost, and shrouded by darkness
left to face the shadows of heaven
Lost in life- Our suffering is endless!
To each other we are brethren. 

We are numbed by pain
And blinded by shame
we are social life's bane
playing popularity's game

We are the nobodies...


Details | Narrative | |

Ghost of an unborn baby girl

DEAR MOM,  RUDE WOMAN

I WILL HATE YOU TILL HEAVEN

YOU RUDE WOMAN !...

YOU KILLED ME!

AS U WANTED TO BE

A MOTHER OF A SON

AND U MADE A RUN

TO THE ABORTION CAMP....

DEAR FATHER..

DO NOT HARBOUR

DREAMS OF HEAVEN

FOR THERE IS A PLACE IN HELL

YOU CAN LIVE REALLY WELL

TELL MY BROTHERS

ABOUT HIS UNBORN  SISTER

DEAD IN THE HOSPITAL...

DEAR PARENTS

SATANS TENANTS !

HOLY CURSE

UGLY NURSE!

YOU HIRED HER

TO SHUT ME UP !

'TELL MY BROTHERS

IN CASE YOU HAVE ANOTHER

THAT HE HAD A SISTER

UNBORN SISTER !

;

;

;

 

 

 

WHY DOES INDIA GRAPPLES WITH HIGHEST FEMALE GENOCIDE?.....I AM NOT SORRY 
IF I HAVE OFFENDED.............


Details | Haiku | |

45th- BLANK

there are 2 blank cards
in the angel card deck so
today I'm "depressed"

for this to be the 
best country in the whole world
today it looks sad

just happy that I 
was a member of the age
of Aquarius

our best hour was 
revolution of 60's
created big change

now elephants rule
just capitalistic pigs
love hear themselves squeal



Details | I do not know? | |

Forever Angel

FOREVER ANGEL.

Right?

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

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

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

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

                                   -Angel4eva23


Details | Free verse | |

We all fear

Why do we feel hatred?
We fear discontrol.

Why don't they get it?
Why don't they comprehend?
Why do we wait?
Why do we protect?
Why do we run?
We fear destiny.

Why does it hurt?
Why does it burn?
Why do we fight?
Why do they betray us?
We fear love,
We fear friendship.

Why do we keep?
Why is it deep?
We fear the abyss.

Why hell?
Why heaven?
Why purgatory?
We fear darkness,
We fear light.

Why do we live?
Why do we die?
Why do we suffer?
We fear death,
We fear life.

We all live,
We all die,
We all keep,
We all fight,
We all suffer,
We all cry,
We all love,
We all wait,
We all give,
We all receive,
We all trust,
We all wish,
We all dream,
We all remember,
We all feel...

We all vanish,
We all rise,
We can ignite.

We fear destruction.
We all expect,
We all regret,
We all lie.

Why hate?
Why do we create?
Why do you stare?
Why do they glare?
Why explore?
Why hope?
Why goodbye?
Why shine?

We all think,
We all see,
We all go,
We all deserve,
We all pass,
We all fear...


Details | Rhyme | |

Might these be

Might this be a wonder,
Might this be a sunder,
Might this be the blocker,
Might this be the warder,
Might there be a plunder,
Might it pass the border,
Might there be a dweller,
Might they be lodgers,
Should they be squatters,
Should they be trespassers...

Might they squander,
Might it scatter,
Might this be a sputter,
Might there be a clutter,
Moght there be to many clusters,
Might this be the controller
Mightit get power...?

Might these be handlers,
Might these be forcers,
Might these be the squashers,
Might these be the breakers,
Breaking some of the order...

Might this be a night,
Going to a wretched midnight,
Coming from a raging twilight,
Until these be ended, throughout nighttime,
Later waking from our bedtime,
Maybe dying to see the morning light,
Might this be happening tonight...?

Might there be a knight,
Might there be a fight,
Waiting for a shining might,
Coming from some rainbow's light,
coming slight from the nighttime,
With some waiting for their fly...

Might these fight the ghouls,
Might they get to their goal,
Might this vanish some ghosts,
Whom want all of our souls...

Might this be other things,
Might these be the lives of life,
With some asking, might these be I...?


Details | Lyric | |

Last Night This Canalbank Was Home

Last night, this canal bank was home
I see the tossed newspapers blow
And a solitary brown blanket lie
Where not all that long ago
Someone slept... but they were not camping
This was home last night
And, as I approach the bridge
I see him sitting there... on my right...

Hes old and weezened, lights a cigarette
Or at least his best to do so he does try...
And I ever the Christian full of compassion
Keep my distance and hurry by.


Details | Rhyme | |

By Reason of Insanity

Harken now 
To this tale most foul
Don surgeon’s cloaks and help disembowel…

Demeanor so tainted, rationale denied
Mental state not withstanding, five children have died
By her dripping wet hands, motherly guile
“Just sit in the tub, baby; just for a while”
“Mommy will hold you, now don’t be afraid”
For there is no stopping the plan she has made

The youngest is helpless, clenching tiny pink fists
The oldest is wary and tries to resist
Undaunted and composed, she chases him down
Since he knows her intentions, he’ll be next to drown

Surveying her work, she surely must know…
But she doesn’t stop there; three more to go
Now that she’s finished she lays them out neat
Onto the bed and covered with sheets

Surely exhausted, but lucid enough to phone…
The police and her husband so she won’t be alone
Not now with the babies, for all is so still
Her clothes soaking wet and getting a chill,

She waits by the door for them to arrive
How fortunate for her, that she’s still alive
To face a jury and be given her trial
Let us sit back and watch the system churn for awhile

The verdict is in…finally those tiny voices will be heard
But what we hear instead are these very words:
She is “Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity”
Here we are now in our feeble humanity
Trying to fathom the innocent suffering
Not bearing to think of such a horrific ending

But alas, here our story must draw to a close
While we contemplate the sweet late children’s repose


Details | Alliteration | |

Work Aint Honest But It Pays The Bills

They say when life throws you lemons, make lemonade. Well the niggas i know work and its not honest, but it pays the bills in the words of badu because she gone tell you the truth and ima give you the scoop on a livin troop who got the boot because he didnt wana shoot a dude in the same resemblence as hisself but he still work, its not honest, but it pays "his" bills. -Afro_Kira


Details | Free verse | |

The Strength of the Silver Spoon

All I could do was done,
I gave attention to your ways
and treasured your promises in my heart.
With loud cries and tears,
I battled your Silver Spoon
and recited words of love from my lips,
so I seeked justification from with-in.
I meditated,
while you were with your Sliver Spoon,
with the Silver Spoon in your left hand 
and a lighter in your right hand,.
a bubbling concoction
lays on your Silver Spoon,
it seems to call you
and you can't hear me,
but I can hear myself.
A thought uncloaks before me,
in the warm sunrise,
there is no wisdom,
no insight,
no amount of love
and no plan that can succeed
against the Silver Spoon.


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War

War today is all around
The four winds carry its awful sound
And people fight people so more men die
My only question is just why?

They have a war on terror and a war on drugs
A war on peace and even on love
And mans obsession with killing his fellow man
Is out of control all over this land

As we point our guns at our neighbour's land
Are we really so different or just like lines in the sand
Lines that shift and disappear over time
were not lines were people thats why i write this rhyme


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Shattered Normality

sounds of gunfire
    shatter a warm afternoon...
         one more lockdown

gray feral pigeons
     scatter from their rooftop nests  ...
         tomorrow's headline





Details | Free verse | |

They

They pronounce to me there is but no ordinary
Then how is it that being dissimilar achievable?
They notify me everyone is diverse
Then is it that being diverse to be ordinary?

They advise to me there is no flawlessness 
But is perfection attainable?
They inform me it is once you do everything acceptably 
So what happens when everything is accepted inaccurately?

They tell me an assortment of things
They inquire about my thoughts
But I have learned time after time to declare to ‘them’:
I want to be the me I once sought


Details | Rhyme | |

What If You LOST EVERYTHING



"What If... You Lost Everything?" What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly disappeared." As the storms of life have “appeared." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxiety and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark


Details | Free verse | |

Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather


Details | Rhyme | |

What About Us?


My father worked the plant as
his father befor.
We worked until are hands bleed and
are backs were sore.

History we made and many fine men spent there lives 
in this very place.
Founded the union.
we are the backbone not a copperate 
face.

Didnt bat a eye just said goodbye
catching the first outta town bus.
They saved there over payed asses 
but what about us.

The working class people who gave there 
sweat and tears.
A town inwhich the factory was built.
Old and young share bitter reflections over
stories passed down through the years.

More than jobs left with the closing 
of the factorys doors.
Pain echos from broken souls.
it comes into are very essense seeps into the floors.

Years of memories gone without a 
fuss.
They crunch numbers but were people.
You saved a billion but a whole town
ask's what about us?


Details | Free verse | |

You Are Rich

Festered lament maddens me
Why must the despair of my heart’s desire
Truly enlighten me? 
I rested among the sick and lame
And found myself no different from the rest
For a troubled mind holds endless poverty
Penniless regret marks as a sickness no doctor can prescribe
For the bottles of balm are empty
And medicinal hope grows angry
I derived my madness from creativity
Revealing the remains of my humanity
‘Cool off, child’, I heard a soft voice whisper
But can’t you see I live off the flame?
It asks for no nickel or dime!
But it seeks to destroy all the same
The small voice returns at times
And often my heart listens
But we all listen
And only believe in the inevitability of pain 
I speak of the majority
Not of you
For you are blessed and beyond disgrace
You have a life—a beautiful face

And most of all, you are rich
With attributes I can only dream of 

You are rich with life and purpose
Holding inscrutabilities I can only wish to understand
You lift me without touch or care
Disposing me from your treasures
Because though you meant no harm, 
You are rich with blessing
And must remove all possible threats
So my festered lament
Remains an enlightenment

I can say I am rich in poverty
But you are forever rich
In Mystery

What hurts the most is knowing
I may be wrong about you
For you are so obscure in this mind
And as empty as I am I wish to be filled
In your richness
But we all are filled to the brim in the end
And sometimes I cannot distinguish the good from the bad
There is nothing I wish to discard
So I hoard in constant deficiency and despair  
And I hoard the idea that you are beyond compare

That you are rich
And always will be richer
Than me—or he


Details | Rhyme | |

Does Family Really Matter Anymore


A family had a wedding...  The brother wasn’t invited.
The fact they didn’t want him,.. 
Was already decided!

When asked why his name had been “omitted.”
It was because of past wrongs he had committed.

The words spoken, one could hardly believe it!
Any kind of forgiveness? 
 They didn’t receive it!

How many times are loved ones not
 invited to “family occasions.”
Often times, families listen to “outside persuasions.”

Someone does something, 
that may not be liked.
Then they’re often told to “go take a hike!

No wonder why many families 
battle one another!
They have failed to truly love each other!

As we continue to see families drift apart.
This often leads to a wounded 
and broken heart!

Christ gave us his best!  
When we were at our lowest!
A life of mercy and forgiveness…  
He wants to show us!

If we can’t treat one another
 as Christ commands…
Then HIS way of family living….  
We’ll never understand!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

You call yourself a father

Growing up was hard for me,
I think i grew up to soon,
I had to take charge in the big brother role,
But also i had to take hold to the father role somehow.

My mom was the only one who was there for her children,
We knew that she loved us,
She was in love with my father but he wasn't faithful,
So she found someone else who showed her true love.

My siblings never truly understood it,
I tried my best to encourage them to behave,
Which they listened but to a certain point,
Finally my mom married her true love and the caos began.

My father tried to step back in the picture,
My siblings began to side with my father not knowing the seriousness,
I decided to talk to them one-on-one but neither of them listened,
They wanted for my mom and father to be together.

One day my mother sat them down,
Telling them the hurt and pain she experienced with my father,
She explain to them the whole nine yards,
They understood then and began looking at my father differently.

Getting to the stage of middle school,
We began to see less of our father,
It was his choice...not ours,
He wouldn't call for our birthdays or holidays,

So we leaned mostly on our step-father,
They wouldn't accept him as father,
He would do all he could for us,
But instead the only one(s) who really let him be a father figure was me and the 
youngest brother.

My step-father loves my mom and has been there for her going on Fifteen years.
He is a firm talk like he's a policeman or something,
But he is a nice person.
My mom loves him and so do we.

So this is a message for all of the children out there who has a no good father....if 
your mom has a man or husband, please treat him right because he is there to 
protect your mom and you all. Thanks for listening!!


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What's the point?

What’s the point 
in living
When death awaits
What’s the point 
in breathing
When you can not 
feel the 
swelling of your 
lungs
What’s the point 
in love
When you heart 
only aches
What’s the point 
of being in a 
state of 
awareness 
When you are not 
really alive
What’s the point 
in doing your 
best 
When it is 
rarely 
acknowledged
What’s the point 
in making all 
happy
When you are sad
What’s the point 
in smiling 
When your heart 
bleeds
And that colgate 
smile
never touches 
your eyes
What’s the point
in anything?


Details | I do not know? | |

Revolt

Revolt in a see of blood oh mourner and cast your voice away, the regime will shoot at you
today and corpses will roll.  Protest in constant pain oh mourner and toss your body to
the wolves, the regime will fire missiles and the masses will explode.  The fires will
spread like cancer and the regime will turn it's heels, fore the masses fight for freedom
and their mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters will be killed.  Revolt against the
murderers and let true justice be your shield.


- How dare there exist a being who would drop bombs on innocent protesters and send armed
forces to shoot down mourners at a funeral.  

 Where is the human spirit hiding in these darkened times? The true spirit of what it
means to be alive.


Details | Narrative | |

Jose

Jose, the kid on the corner --
El Macho -- who knows no English
and who sells himself to eat
(being still not quite dry)
slept last night in an alley
shielded from wind and eyes
by the bulk of two dumpsters
positioned at angles to each other.
This morning, his smile's
as brilliant as sunshine.
And if he's not exactly squeaky clean,
he's only a little the worse for wear --
probably more immaculate than we,
potential buyers at whom he flaunts his wares.


Details | Blank verse | |

Rag Doll

i break down once more, lost falling off of the highest precipice of my own bitter consciousness tumbling down, crumpling to the floor in a pile my worn and sagging shoulders crushed with the weighty knowledge of this injustice that is my ceaseless torment this abysmal internal darkness which claws into my mind driving me mad with sorrow and fear and contempt now i pound and plead, shudder and scream my blue button eyes spilling saltwater and i find myself wrapping limp, lifeless arms around my sack body; shields to ward off this desperate, terrible loneliness that is growing inside this empty husk of me for my stitching has torn, and my sides have ripped and i've spilled all that i am onto the carpet; all of the sawdust and cotton fluff the silly stupid meaningless nothing that makes up my entire existence now all that remains is this hollow aching inside of my fabric body a hungering for an escape, anything anything anything please this slow throb that drowns out all else reminding me forever more that i am and have always been truly alone.


Details | Free verse | |

Concrete Jungle

So many millions of staring eyes
Vacant of souls to light the skies
All the noise! So much noise!
One can't hear thy inner voice
People shoving in a hurry
Upon their faces a look of worry
Rushing here and rushing there
Stopping not long enough to care
Such a mess all strewn with trash
Scurry. Scurry to get that cash
Out the window throw their cans
With no future thought for fellow man
Lungs aching from all the pollution
Yearning thoughts with no solution,
Came and saw. I stand alone
As to my place I call my home

Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
Written 1/29/2010


Details | Free verse | |

Most of the beautiful girls of Bangladesh

In Bangladesh most of the beautiful girls
Are raped by their fathers
The victims shed tears 
In the darkness of night
Most of times they cannot protest 
Their mouths are gagged 
By their horrid shamefulness and unknown fears

These fathers are lascivious like animals and insects
They cannot control wild desires
Their daughters are like flowers
Beautiful, sweet-smelling, innocent and helpless
Many of them later become loose characters 
Some of them become sex-workers
And others face unhappy married life ultimately

These girls think it would be better
If they were dead long before they were raped
Or their fathers buried them alive like the dark ages
When they were newborn 

I have heard hundreds of such cases
And it makes me wonder how bad this society is
And how can we metamorphose 
These human animals into real humans


Details | Cinquain | |

Eyes On Me???

Eyes on me,
People watching,
In my direction?
Can't they look somewhere else?

Feeling uneasy,
Discomfart rises, too.
Afraid to mess up,
Afraid to fail.

Eyes are on me.
I feel pale.
I freeze.

I don't want
The attention.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE THINGS I WISH I DIDN'T KNOW

PEOPLE ARE STARVING AS I WRITE MY GROCERY LIST
ONE CHILD'S CARESSED WITH A LOVING HAND
ANOTHER POUNDED WITH ANGRY FIST
I SAW A POD OF WHALES SLAUGHTERED AS THEY SWAM
I SAW A DOG BEATEN BEFORE THE EXPERIMENTS BEGAN
I SAW A MAN WHO HAS NO LEGS
AND CHICKENS FORCED TO LAY THEIR EGGS
I SAW THE SOLDIERS KILL AND RAPE
AND THE POACHING OF THE VANISHING APE
I SAW THE TEARS IN A BLIND MAN'S EYES
AND THE POLLUTION IN THE LA SKIES
I SAW A CHILD WHO'D BEEN MOLESTED
I SAW CORRUPTION UNPROTESTED
I SAW A MONKEY WITH EYES SEWN SHUT
AND A FAMILY IN AFRICA SLAIN IN THEIR HUT
I SAW THE MIGHTY TREES CHOPPED DOWN
AS THE WILDLIFE SCURRIED AROUND
LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO GO
THESE ARE THE THINGS I WISH I DIDN'T KNOW
A HOMELESS OLD WOMAN DIES ALONE
NO COMFORT OF LOVED ONES
NO SECURITY OF HOME
I SAW AN ELEPHANT STRUGGLE IN ITS CHAINS
THERE ARE DROUGHTS AND BLIZZARDS AND DEADLY HURRICAINES
I SAW A BABY BURNED FROM HEAD TO TOE
THESE ARE THE THINGS I WISH I DIDN'T KNOW
SO WHO AM I TO COMPLAIN
WHO DO I THINK I AM
I JUST HOPE THE HORRORS OF THIS WORLD
ARE PART OF A BIGGER PLAN


Details | I do not know? | |

Mankinds "Friendship"

The dagger of mankind enters my chest

I feel the burn as the flesh is torn open

My insides churn and reveal themselves

As if I am giving birth and mankind is the father

The holy ghost will laugh as this is happening

The spirit of evil embraces tears of his own

These tears are true tears only he feels my pain

He feels the same pain I feel, as he was cast away

Mankind and the ever loving Lord of Light turned their back on him

Evil was shunned and left to die, just as I was

The great villian of time, Mr.Einstein was shunned 

This rage fueled him to disrupt the time continuim

As he did to "Old Science", I do to mankind

All I did was speak the truth

The one crying for me now is my only true friend

We have gone to war together without knowing it

Columbus was alone when he wanted to disrupt philosphy

He was alone when he fell off this flat earth

Disrupting the peonic views of "mankind" and paving ways for today

Just as the sun rotated around these same idiots that judge me

Mankind is not ready for the truth that I speak

Only few have heard my words and sought after the truth

Now the sun no longer rotates around the bigotry of man

It rotates around me.......

So enter that dagger into my chest

And thrust it as hard as you can

Join hands with one another to make sure you drive it in

For this is only time that you come together to accomplish

As I await my only tearing friend to take me away from you

My tears I shed are for him....but they are of joy and need

I need his friendship, for it is truth, unlike mankinds........

Forget Ugly Causes Kreating My Anemosity Nor Killing In Near Demons


Details | Free verse | |

An Unfinished Story

Step by step,
hand in hand,
I was always there for you.
Ups and downs,
lost and found,
I was always there for you.

Even though you never believed in us before,
and you chose the most hurtful way to slam the door,
I was always there for you.

You moved on quickly, never looked behind,
even though I smile today, it still hurts when I rewind.
Through happiness and pain,
every loss and every gain,
I have always been there for you.

The question still exists, the question about us,
my beautiful dreams went up in dust.

Now that you are here in front of me,
it brings back a rush of old memories.
You say hello, you said goodbye before,
I still believe that we could have had so much more.

Step by step,
hand in hand,
I will always be there for you.
through lows and highs,
till the day I die,
I will always be there for you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Another Look At Christmas- Constanza

The city sounds wash over me This place in which I have no part Harsh music to my lonely heart Each face I really do not see On crowded streets they pass me by No notice of the tears I cry My painful past I've tried to flee For many years I tried in vain To wash away this deep set pain In life there is no guarantee Life is not a nursery rhyme I thought my wounds would heal in time Wondering now that I should be Huddled here in my sad disgrace They look away, not at my face Living a life of such misery I never thought to end this way Alone and cold on Christmas Day.. The city sounds wash over me Each face I really do not see My painful past I've tried to flee In life there is no guarantee Wondering now that I should be Living a life of such misery
12/21/13 Written after watching a homeless man huddled in a doorway near a shopping mall


Details | Rhyme | |

What Do We Expect As We Seek to Remove God

What Do We Expect, As We Seek to Remove God? As so many people are seeking God’s removal… It’s like anything from him, we’ve given a refusal! Many have tried to ban just the reading of his word! There’s so much truth, just waiting to be heard! Many anti-God societies have quickly formed! Even the ten commandments, are often scorned! We’ve built large cities, many schools, and homes! But when it comes to God, we’ve often left him alone! One can try their best to push God back in the corner! But if you do, things in your life will get “warmer!” The pleasures and truth you seek, will come to an end! And then eternity without God, will just begin! You’ll wish you chose to live for God, that eventful day! You’ll wish that you took the time to study and pray! It’s the word of God that you need to study and read! God knows all about you! And knows your needs! He deserves all of your praise and full attention! We need to seek him, for much needed direction! Please come dear Lord, and cleanse us within! May we humbly confess our faults and sins! We need YOU much more, than words can say! Please be the God we serve! May we start TODAY! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

The Dumb Mother Award Gos Too

the dumbest mother, award goes too... dumb
me 
and why you may ask
because i am not home schooling right now
because my child my student 
fell softy asleep! during his math lessen today

i wanted to personally belittle him
and poke home with a learning stick      
and with a witchy voice say 
get up and open your eyes 
you can't get a job that way 

but i didn't do that, 
i just say are you sleepy 
and to my supreme surprise
he said in a most tired voice
Yes!

I just took him to the doctors 2 or 3 times 
and they found not one thing wrong 
the other is talking in his sleep too
and making sound so loud that 
he stop breathing and wake and talks
with words that could be made out to be anything
like words that are not of this the plant!

I want to wave my flag 
but there is not one to tell 
and what could keep my 
kids wanting to learn 
when there health is small and weak 
and there understanding that 
these who are to do no wrong 
just do nothing 
          
 aka:lyricvixen


Details | Ode | |

The Dime

There was once upon a time, 
Unexpectedly, a very small dime. 
He did not do much of anything,
Apart from gazing. 
He just stared longingly at the sky, 
Counting the clouds that drifted by. 

Dear old Dime, not very bright,
He did not shine, not a ray of light. 
Dark and rusty, 
Old and dirty.
Everyone did not care, 
Though they could use him and buy a bear. 

They did not want to touch, 
This old thing of such. 
They did not want to feel. 
That sick disgusting bill. 
He was old, rusty and dim,
But he hated the way man treated him.


Details | Naat | |

The Way Towards Great Hope

Prayer gift of the Spirit
Makes us men and women of hope
Prayer keeps the world
Open to Eternal God

To pray alone is good
Even more beautiful
Fruitful
To pray together

Many ways to become acquainted to Him
There are experiences, groups
Encounters, Courses
To pray

Take part of parish liturgies
Be abundantly nourished by the word of Eternal God
With active participation
In the Sacraments


The baptized
Confirmed by the Eternal Holy Spirit
The Holy Eucharist, communion
So as to live as authentic friends and witnesses of Father Christ


4202013


Details | Lyric | |

tHE gRAVE yARD Of LoVe






                                



                                         Long love day's has past.
                                 My mind felt with howling storms,
                                 grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
                                 Rape and abandon my weary soul
                                 transpires, poring with instant fires.
                                 Oh this dark secret love does thy life
                                 destroy.
                                 Like amorous birds of pray,
                                 Once ways, and known devoured
                                 Your beauty no more to befound
                                 nor shall the sound of your voice.
                                 Love to dust, love to ashes.
                                 Our love has now gone to a private place.
                                        The grave yard of love.


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INDIGENCE

Many
see poverty 
as curse or calamity,
and rather embrace indigence
than change!


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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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Tears upon fear

My head is heavy
And your know where near
Our lives are slowly crumbling
And we're not there to hear

Sand bag to wall
We're there when each other fall
Release your load
Only so much you can take
Give it to me
I'll hold your world on my shoulders

Sandbag to wall
I'll do my best not to fall
In turn
I know we'll soon switch
My shoulders are in a slouch
And life's becoming too big of a bit©h

Your silent words spoken
Things said but not heard
A hoax in communication
A bridge thats now been burnt
Each lie and blameful word
Melted in a smoldering pot
Craters into your life
Strips you left with only a soul to show

The meteoroid was left standing there
Some what in tacked
But left a tear
Like a dagger in the heart
You refuse to take out
Time over time
The meteoroid has dissapeared
but still you imagine its there
Stuck in the past 
Your stubborn as a ass
When will you move on

We cleaned up the debris
Everyday we came by
Between each heart fulled hi and goodbye
We'd fill our baby up
Trying to help him get by
But no matter how hard we tried
He was just a hole

I look back to dusk
And see my blooming flower
So many bees all around
They were bound to sting
Ignore all signs and look at you now
After they all fly high
And leave you under the great blue sky

Everyday Ill come
And lay there with a rope
Waiting to pull you back
And carry you into a world of hope
Because I'm afraid  of your other ways to cope


 


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TO BE GENEROUS WITHOUT GREED

" To be generous without greed,"
is the commitment I make ,
because my satisfaction
comes from making one happy;
I was conceived by a gentle mother
who helped me succeed
in my quest for truth,
not as much seeking riches
or venture everything in madness,
always caring for those stricken by poverty...

In all my envisioned glory,
all I wished for...was serenity;
not a tumultuous and fast life
with a strew of wealthy friends,
who rarely feel a pinch of sadness
and consider better alternatives!
The physical world is controlled 
by forces beyond our conception;
the material world is indisputably 
the contagious wealth we lust after, 
a vain wealth that's being crushed 
by  the specter of death and its demons;
it  continues to attract and deceive us
until we can no longer sustain it in our grip...

" To be generous without greed, "
seem unrealistic and equivocal words
in our selfish and ungrateful world,
which presumes on goodness and generosity;
if honest people work hard and prosper,then why   
others try to obtain it with other means?
Honesty is measured in deeds,
but  unselfishness consists of fairness and humanity...


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who's future is it anyway

i see a future of darkening days
where children are treated as vermin to slay
adults possessions are held paramount
where only talk of money spill's from their mouth's.
i feel a destiny of communities broke
suspicion's are cast at the few kind words spoke
people of power prefer things this way
technology rises as intelligence fades.
those few left willing to speak for the weak
are told that their futures are futile and bleak.
the only thing worse than this future i say
is the fact that this future is really today.

i hear the rumbling's of a gathering storm
as the lightning strikes fear of a terrible new dawn
stars in the sky are dull in their light
for they feel the shame of watching earth's plight
as we all watch it come furious and fast
not one of us learning the lessons of past
so shelter yourself in money and gold
and hope that your god's will rekindle your souls
the devil is stirring in each of our hands
as we are the labour that works to his plans
and the worst thing of all that causes dismay
is the future i write of is really today

but fear not my friends for all are not foe's
suffering will fade as redemption comes close
the devils and demons that laugh loud and sneer
will turn on their heels and finally face fear
children of suffrage will rise with the sun
and learn nothing of pain for it shall finally be gone
the dawn of free love will exude once again
crash into the present like a white knighted ghost train
and if anyone tell's you to live life how they say
ask them who's future it is anyway


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the backstage of a smiling face.

   Behind my smiling, gleaming face,	
   Lie depressions unspoken,
   Completely untold and unveiled.


   Behind the felicit mask,
   Stream tears of blood unstoppable.
   The result of pains, unbearable pains.
   And the leftover vague illustrations,
   Of the runaway happiness
   Which too…
   Are only spondant memories.


   Don’t judge a face 
   By the huge smile it stocks
   Because behind the curtains
   Swirl the fogs of grief…
   …Of unemerged, untold unhappiness
   This is the backstage of a smiling face,
   So looking “jolly” face.

                                                          
                                                      
                                                  FATIMA KHAN    


Details | Ghazal | |

What I Got

Numerous nears and dears I got
So, lots of pains and fears I got.

How shall I thank you for your love?
Say, for the wealth of tears I got.

I shared my secrets with my friends,
But from them only jeers I got.

I must do now what I need to,
And not count on the years I got.

Darts from sharp tongues do make me cry,
Sometimes I curse the ears I got.




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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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Light Pt.1

A day or work
A day of chore
A day of want
A day of bore

The day I ran
This day I can
The sky then clear
to light so dear

Routine broken (with)
Every word spoken

Then the light faded
then I went jaded
then around friends
gossip was elated

That day has ended
All actions are suspended

No method of contact
No method to act
No way to find the light
The light has lost my sight
(I have been disconnected)


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Fine Line

What is your drug of choice,if one is had.Booze,weed or LSD,cocaine,speed or PCP!There are many that we do but this crap is not good for you.
Nothing to gain for scars I bare but drink and crap my underwear!
Snort a line,what can I do,keep snorting until my face turns blue!
Pop a lid and watch me fly and watch the wall melt while I fry!
Puff a blunt,I feel just fine until I lose all track of time!
One teaspoon of dust inside my wine and I go swimming with the swine!
Oxycoten is not for me when I have got the need for speed!
Now I bounce back off the wall because I hear a special call!
That call is called reality,it screams this will be the end of me!
What choice is there when life is hard and I am dealing my last card!
Get off my ass and out of bed and if I fail I end up dead!


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O FRAGILE LIFE OF THE HUMAN RACE...

Ever thought of the fragile life
of the Human Race?  Think again,
and it comes with that poignant question,
" Why do we live less than a forest tree? "
Even a turtle lives longer than us...
it must know the secret to longevity!

These perfect bodies will lose their beauty, and once
those first ugly wrinkles appear on our faces;
and the unradiant skin begins to sag,
finding it impossible to lie about its true age!
And we search for that miraculous cream to erase
them...hiding the embarrassment of growing old!

If mirrors show our true selves,
why are we afraid of a real image
and try to add more time
to the fragile life of the Human Race:
by looking to the stars...
instead of trusting in God! 
But some of us refuse to confront
the unchangeable, hard truth
and rather believe the greatest lie,
thus, making us so miserable...enough to die!

Gracefully embrace your old age,
and take advantage of its wisdom...
laugh hard at those fools or so-called idiots;
they may be still young and unaware of their actions...
and like you, they will reach that stage
when they'll come face to face with doom!

O fragile life of the Human Race,
weren't you given a beautiful promise
and a freedom without boundary...... 
when obedience was shown daily,
and thoughts of avarice and envy
didn't keep them from a Creator
who blessed them with grace...
to extend His kindness and favor? 


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What's on the Cover

What's on the Cover
        by Amy Swanson


"Fat, fat, the water rat,"
the other children said - 
and she could never after
get that phrase out of her head.

Little girl would anxiously
await the time for play,
praying silently that they
would not tease her today.

Every recess was the same
and each day she would cry,
at times she felt so hideous
she wanted to just die.

She had to work three times as hard
to lose a little weight
while others could eat anything
that sat upon their plate.

She grew into her teen years
all too quickly she found out
that if her food did not stay down
no longer she'd be stout.

She knew that this was not the way,
a miserable eating plan;
but it made the teasing stop,
she even met a man.

She kept her secret very well
continued it for years
while going through life's motions,
hid behind her silent tears.

Folks would say "You're beautiful,"
but if they only knew
just what it took to stay that way
they'd have a different view.

Life goes on, and time went by
no matter how she tried
she never felt like she belonged
sometimes she sat and cried.

Society cares far too much
for lust of lovely things,
And those that don't like what they see
will quickly clip the wings

of someone else who won't conform
to this world's shape and image.
It matters not, their brains or heart,
it's more about the visage.

She raised her head and looked into
the mirror, with wet eyes
she shook her head and suddenly
she came to realize

she was as good as anyone
with so much love to give -
she'd died inside, a slave to scales
she now wanted to live.

She splashed cool water on her face
and made a solemn vow
today would be a fresh new start
beginning here and now.

This is not just one girl's story
many share her tale;
warnings of bulimia
oft met with no avail.

If only we could look beyond
the flesh of one another;
True value based on what's inside,
not what's on the cover.


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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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Yiorgos the Philanthropist

I stand in great awe of
Yiorgos the Philanthropist
who in public shared cheerfully 
his wealth for the needy.

Oh, what a hypocrisy
It’s unbelievingly hard for him 
to give the wages of his good maid
in return, of her long service.


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Let me release a sigh

I don't know how it began-
what matters is it's there
like a famished bee on on a daisy
Let me release a sigh-


It was one point in time
and began wherever it did
I did not notice
by the time...



All i saw was
    large dark pouty bats
        I used to shepherd
           on the mountains where
	      sorrow was sipped for water


Facts were without polish, but
        were trampled carelessly
there was no north, south nor west nor east

There did not exist any peace
                        to be seized.

I used to see, but nothin'
they were used to a vast blank screen
seeing was nothing, stop whining-in other words.

all flowers were born faded
all the time was it,
that kids used to cry, which nobody hated

rain was not rain
    food was not food
        cloud was not cloud
            day was night, night was nightmare


Now,
    I remember it well,
            when you turned up as lost
                in my town, torn and ghost

Now, it was talking
with all joy and glee
I came across you sudden but free

It turned out

life was not squeezed between white and black,
                                                     not even grey

let my eyes drink green, blue, orange and honey

You were there, right across my trembling knees
        with all the brightness,
I was stunned by
        your amazing albescent brilliance


Ey, the world! hear me out,
I don't get covered with blank, vague darkness any more
let not my heart cease throbbing, it's insane!
I already got used to the glamor, it's not in vain!
Hold, hold on please, let me release a sigh-


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STILL WALKING AND BREATHING

It's sad to reminisce the memory of those
who have long left our world without a chance for goodbyes....
I was left behind for an unexplainable reason
to fulfill a task with a true purpose;
and still walking and breathing I go on,
gathering tiny fragments of stories never told by writers.



Sometimes I tell myself," Why was I continuously spared?"
" Why do I have to be the last one to leave?" 
Those answers will be given to me when I'll grieve,
and close to death : I will hear them through the voice of the Lord. 
And instead of receiving comfort, I will generously give it...
even to the enemy who once despised my honesty; 
and coexisting with everyone, I will uphold my ethical code and go forth,
not cogitating the mystery of my unblemished identity.



Many before me have achieved this by resisting change,
not adapting to the new moralities dictated by society,
but the result was too tragic and gruesome for all to accept reality;
and as lepers with open wounds, they still indulged in pleasure,
hiding their disease with canning lies and eloquent flair....
I would cut off my own hands, rather than share the unclean thing!  



And still walking and breathing, my arduous mission must be complete:
neither ridicule nor contemptible looks will make me put my rod away!
I'll stick to my convictions and move on to delight in another blessed day,
and as bewildered as they may be, I refuse to be compassionate...
they must understand the purpose of my birth,
identify those works and deeds that give me worth,
then the outcome wouldn't be short of a miracle;
and ebullient as they appear, I suspect they will tremble!



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Remember Strange Fruit

The clouds, the first at dawn, ripened, pregnant,
With sunrise, and wet, dissolved, gathered,
Evolved and became, blankets, tarred black;
Feathery rain, hammered, dropped and spat,
Cast out, of the womb, of heaven; the trident,
Electricity, crackled, white, forked the earthen
Vagina; splitting trees, their penile trunks, charred
With tongues of flame; gnarled bark, ablaze,
When from a bough, hung, fruit, the strangest
Fruit you’ve ever seen; untouched by flame, black
Just the same; noose neck crooked, sightless
Crow-pecked sockets, purple tongue torn,
Ravaged; hands hemp-bound, dripped with rain;
Carcass left to rot, decay, pendulously sway,
Morbid compass, warns others who would rise,
Speak, dare suggest, they have human rights.
Strange fruit, indeed, yet stranger still the
Bone orchard spooks, supremacists, bigots,
Who put the fruit on the bough; retards, dumb,
Blinded; nothing is achieved by ignorance,
Terrorism, superstition, stupidity – just self-fulfilling
Prophecies and a long, hard day’s dying, for those
Of such morally rank, necrotic persuasion. 
By such hands, progress falters, cosmically trips, 
Slips on galactic banana peel; and people, innocents, 
As ever, are needlessly done to death in
The redneck night of each numbskull day. 


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Woman from Congo

I am woman … 
WOMAN
Of Congo, 
Chewed, 
Spat out,
And bestowed with straw basket
To fetch water. 
You set upon us 
Wild dogs, 
Stretching our legs wide,
Ripping out our genitals and dignity
To nurse your children’s 
Craving.

‘fore you design gods;
Ones who create dolts, 
Small-minded folks, 
And feast on minerals – 
Congo was a lady
And I … I am
WOMAN, 
Strong black woman.

I bought some views 
On black market; 
They are rare commodities,
Sat down with glass of nsamba
on the rocks
And seriously contemplate …

It is hard to buy
Black market stuff;
We are set up
To think
East is inferior to west,
Barring them Europeans
Who broke their necks
To dwell in Canaan.

One thing is for sure,
They alleged a better name
And substitute 
The ones we were given;
Those with implications.
Oh, what things we see
When we start looking
From our own eyes.

I am WOMAN …
Woman alone
And taken against my desire,
Ravished by the corporations;
The gods who create your children
I am WOMAN, 
Woman from Congo.


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letters to Mary

I pull my shirt off to check for the bulls eye Today it’s there so I’ll run and hide but to no avail I’m the pawn in your diabolical tale premeditated and calculated guess I missed the cookie crumb trail no clues are friendship was going stale you stabbed me in the back knowing I'm emotionally frail You blind sided me and so likely is the story that it’s just my luck Now I’m always your excuse when your talking about why you can’t drink it up I hope you chock on those lies you poser You’ll never help people your an emotional bulldozer Maybe one day you’ll suffer from real emotional ills Believe when I tell you It Kills Everyday I take a handful of pills even then their is no guarantee There's are days when negativity and overwhelming pressures consume my very being and the crazy thing is the seeing because it’s believing witnessing me in a blank stare I’m conscious, but no one’s there Just - My - Stare Inside I’m busy with my clipper ship I’ve floated upon your hurricane and every little happy moment we ever had has crying stinging pellets of mad


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Paper Heroes

There are no more heroes in the world
Nobody to look up to anymore 
No integrity displayed by anyone 
No honor 
No loyalty 
No honesty 

Now it’s all just flash 
Lights and glitz 
And the latest reality blitz 
Nothing of any real substance 

Gone are the days of a child’s hero 
Long live the reign 
Of the digital zero 

Media’s royalty 
Is the new elite
With piles of cash 
And the latest tweet

Rappers and thugs 
With bling and bang 
Rhyming their way
With the latest slang

What a sad display 
From a once great creature
The trading of humanity 
For the next glitzy feature

I am sick at the thought
Of the future of my race
Who sold out their souls  
For more advertising space

It’s all too funny 
To even get mad 
I just sit and observe 
The next latest fad 

Perhaps being of limited existence isn’t so bad 
It spares one the continuing freak show of the mad 


Eric (and sometimes not) 


Details | Terza Rima | |

SATAN IS THE HATER OF GOODNESS

Satan is the hater of goodness and Holy Books;
He roams our earth to snatch souls with deceit...
can you recognize Him behind beautiful looks?  


Many have lost their life to lust,
greed, vengeance, murder and envy:
will you be the next one in tumult? 

Creators of offensive lyrics and demonic music
have made Him their obsolete Master...
are you worshiping Him and turned frantic?


He will not influence my thoughts and words,
because His ways are the ways of distraught...
I'm freed from deception and false lords.


Satan is the hater of goodness...
look around, His influence is seen everywhere:
in the Visual Arts, posters and ads.


Will we be His devoted followers...becoming His puppets?
He wouldn't be happy to lose that fierce battle
against God and the believers He can't manage on strings.  


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Up to up

Fed up
fixed up
dressed up
turned up
stood up
gave up
p.......up
fed up.

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.


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The Drone

 You use it every day.
 It is a basic part of life now.
 Maybe it’s the flicker of the radio
 Or the buzz of a computer.
 It is used every day to make our lives simpler and less stressful. 
 Is it really helping us though?
 It does make our life simpler
 But is this a downward spiral into emotionless and effortless life?
 A life where instead of real soldiers with real emotions
 are sent to fight,
 A drone controlled by someone at a computer is used to kill innocent civilians. 
 The drone is emotionless.
 No compassion for other beings and no feeling of guilt or regret.
 This is the future,
 an emotionless drone controlled by someone at a computer. 


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Sobibor

We ride the cattle rail  Not knowing exactly what lay ahead. For weeks there's 
been no heat,  No bathrooms and we've barely been fed.  We arrive at our 
destined location.  Sobibor...Sobibor...Sobibor,  Is the death camp for Jews.  
Opening widely, the gate to Hell  With train whistle loud and prolonged, News of 
our arrival they tell.  Orders given, the boxcar doors open.  The air so fresh, the 
pines are livid.  Decisions to make.....What to do?  What to do?  Tailors, 
seamstress', blacksmith, carpenters  Are there any?  
Volunteers?...Yes...No ...Good decision, bad decision?  Shouted at, screaming, 
people being beat  Kept others orderly on their march.  Houses with names, 
gardens with flowers, and Signs pointing to canteen and showers.  Sobibor 
seemed peaceful, not a place of murder.  To the Ukraine to work you will go.  
Because of lice, Women need their hair to go.  There are epidemics, You must 
be disinfected.  Naked and unaware of the lies, They each take the walk Through 
the tube-"Road to Heaven".  The screaming strong at first,  Weakens gradually 
until it dies.  Why?...Why?...Why?...You say.  Why don't you fight back?  Pick up 
that gun, shoot that guard!  That would lead to your death plus as Many others 
they could hack.  Why don't you escape?  Where would I go?  Here I have no 
home, no family. ..It is cold.  I have no warm clothes or shoes...I am on the verge 
of starving.  What will I eat?  How do I get through the mine fields?  How do I get 
through the armed Poles in the forest?  We do revolt... the camp as a whole.  
Sasha, the Soviet prisoner of war... A new leader... good for our soul.  He gave us 
some hope.  We were working class people, Everything was taken from us.  We 
were cold.  We were hungry.  We were beaten.  We were killed.  We lost all hope.  
Oppression lets genocide happen.  Genocide has happened in the past. 
Genocide is happening now.  Genocide will happen in the future.  Greed and 
power can and does lead to genocide.  Only policy makers worldwide...God 
willing, Can help stop the killing.





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The Golden Rule according to Gee Dubya

Do unto others before they can do unto you
Call it preemption and lie through your teeth when you do.
Make up connections to terror, folks don’t have a clue.
Be sure you’re firmly entrenched when they find out what’s true.

Scare the bejeezus right out of them, it’ll be fun
Don’t let them find secret prisons, hide that smoking gun
Unpatriotic to speak up for truth and peace, son.
World domination’s the game here, forget the long run.

Propagate myths through our compromised media herd
Broadcast them loudly repeating each threatening word
It’s well established – beliefs form on frequency heard
After while “mushroom cloud” won’t sound so grossly absurd.

Strategy’s worked for four years now, don’t want to get iced
Hard work required to keep justice from spoiling our heist
Must keep the populace panicked and properly biased
Maybe pronounce that Chavez is the new anti-Christ?


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pith-fully from truth

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

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


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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.


Details | I do not know? | |

- to all- good night.

angels are sprawled 
in the longest reach my children could snow-afford on my former green lawn
over-played carols over-play the car ride to the store, where they will continue 
an embarrassment of lights dangle ‘side a staple-holed roof trim
somewhere not ‘nough off too far
there  are
yards watching snowmen come and go
behind the windows that hold kitchens
the bills are a pilin’
the car’s in the driveway needing to be plugged in
the mailman’s griping ‘bout the weight of his sack
dropping off cards he’d gladly drag back
the t.v.’s got little relief
there’s a log burning on a 24 hour channel
that someone someday will commercial 
the crap out of
office parties forum the drunk, “Here’s what I really think of you…” 
spark the  short lived, misappropriate romance
the mall cattle call. . . from parking lot to till
warrants wrappings to be hauled away
to some landfill
waiting for Valentine’s Day


Details | Free verse | |

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..


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Should We Live?

Why should we live if we have 
nothing to live for?
Why should we live if we have
nothing to die for?
Why should we live if 
no one cares?
Why should we live if you're
loved by no one?
Why should we live if no
one likes you?
Why should we live if 
no one loves you?

Each day is just a day
Each day is a day closer to death.
What's the point of living?
Some may say none,
Others may say why.
Why should we live?
Tell me and I will think about your answer.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Simple Wish

a simple wish...

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

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

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

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

a simple wish
of a simpler life

after all the bitterness of the passing years

and so

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

to bid the emptiness farewell

while

ushering in the new tomorrow

bathed in the soft glow of hope

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


Details | Free verse | |

Best Friend

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

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

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


Details | Bio | |

My Stages of Love

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


Details | Couplet | |

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... 


Details | Rhyme | |

Are We Trying to Remove God From Everything


 UNSUPPORTED CODE We often hear this topic across our nation.
Another person crying; “discrimination.”

In our many attempts to not discriminate.
It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate.

It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.”
And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.”

We accept many perversions of various kinds…
But God himself?  We seem to close our minds!

In many of our lives,  we’ve “kicked “ him out.
And refuse what he really is about!

The words, “In God we trust...”  Our money bears it!
Anything of God?  We’re afraid to share it!

It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist!
And have brought much confusion into our midst!

As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross…
Many godly values have already been lost!

It’s time to wake up America!  And begin to see!
The kind of country we’re beginning to be!

A country that’s foundation is getting off course.
Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force!

Out only hope is in God!  And him alone!
We must invite him back into our homes!

To God and his word we must hold secure and fast!
He is our only hope that our country will last!


By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Wrongfully Imprisoned

His word against the witnesses. The jury must decide.
Whom to believe, the question. They voted he had lied.
Locked up behind steel bars, to be left there for his life,
He lost those he left behind, his children and his wife.

He professed his innocence.  His denials never wavered.
Whenever he made an appeal, it was stamped unfavored.
At long last he quit trying, accepting his sad fate.
He tried only to stay sane, not to be consumed by hate.

He wished they’d executed him in dreaded electric chair.
Dying would be much better than this life so hard to bear.
After twenty years, his innocence was proven by DNA.
It was an aged and broken man who was set free that day.
He left with his few possessions but he didn't know to where.




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


Details | Free verse | |

The Bullet, It Flashed Before My Eyes

The bullet,
it flashed before my eyes and I knew I hadn't long.
But mom and dad, don't be sad for I went as was singing a song.

The bullet,
it flashed before my eyes, and I then saw my life.
I know twas short, but no regrets for I knew your smile and needn't much more.

The bullet,
it flashed before my eyes, and I think I glimpsed the light.
But now that it's dark, I'm looking back to see if your alright.

---------------------------------------------------------

In honor of Trayvon Martin. Will the hatred ever stop?


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Lyric | |

Lies Become Life

These are my scars
And I know they haven't gotten me far
But it's complicated
And this is who I am to be

They say everything happens for a reason
Well I have two cents worth a dime
To say nothing good about that line

This isn't really fair
I didn't ask for you to take it this way
I can't just walk away anymore
Keeping my head from that door
Your tricks don't keep it away anymore

This is how I choose it to be
It's the closest I am drowning to be free
And just leave me and let me see

Theres only one way to get it all away
I will stop at nothing and think it all off
Just play that beat and watch me hit the wall

This isn't really fair
I didn't ask for you to take it this way
I can't just walk away anymore
Keeping my head from that door
Your tricks don't keep it away anymore

I won't let you down
And hit the floor
There's apart of me thinking,
I can't do this anymore

I'm truly convinced
That telling you this lie
Will make it the truth in my life

I wont let us down
I'll keep my guard around
And watch my head hit the door
Am bound to fall down
My tears hit the floor
As I lay down
I know I ain't coming back for more

This isn't really fair
I didn't ask for you to take it this way
I can't just walk away anymore
Keeping my head from that door
Your tricks don't keep it away anymore


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

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

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

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

I stand, alone.


Details | Haiku | |

Drug abuse

Many of my friends
Has passed away in their youth
Due to drug abuse


Details | Haiku | |

The unheard cry

I know a person
Who now cries underwater
To hide his sorrow!


Details | Free verse | |

Moment To Moment

Moment to moment… and from breath to breath…
I decide which bills to pay from this second to the next.
This one today… that one comes next…
All waiting my next payday.... never to come…
Things aren’t the same… never will be again…
I sold the last of my jewelry to pay the last bill...
A garage sale gave nothing worthy again, still…

The days travel insistently around the clock
They are quick and fleeting and leave me behind.
My options diminish more daily
Tomorrow will bring more of the same.
No one is hiring unless you already have a job.
Two Thousand arrived for one janitor to hire.

Where is my white knight to scoop me upon his horse?
Where are the promises made to a child?
Where went my home with a white picket fence?
Where is my future I hoped to retire upon?
Where went my gifts for laughter and fun?
Where went the next Christmas for my son?
They are gone and moment-to-moment is all I can see…

Is there any one out there… who isn’t like me?
In honor of every man and woman... feeling lost, forgotten, and alone.
Moment to moment I'll remember to sing our song.
We won't go unheard... while I am around...


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Abandoned Soul

You step into the future
With every moment that
goes by,
Your charred and twisted soul
Doesn't question why...
All earth is yours for taking,
No other your equal, can be
You see but your bank account,
And that's your destiny,
Slicing through all human values,
As a machete' through the reeds,
You litter this sweet world,
With your selfish deeds

A soul as dark as Hershey's 
Dark chocolate, I would think
The actions that you take,
Makes the human race
seem to stink,
Yes, dear Arnie,
You have no conscience at all,
You laugh at other people,
When they take a fall

You cheat your customers,
You cheat employees too
You are the epitome
Of the shame that man can do

You left your soul somewhere
Surely it is not on this earth,
And when you finally die,
The angels will give you wide girth

How sad to betray those who
struggled,
To make you such a rich man,
So you could laugh as you
cheat them,
You just don't give a damn

So A. H., enjoy your luxurious life
Someday you will face a judge,
When you pass from this life
And St. Peter will not budge,
Allowing you no entrance inside,
The devil will call for you
For payment time has come,
And it's so very overdue.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

'HEALING'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Blank verse | |

Storm Warning

The gathering storm rattled snakelike over distant hills,
Heads of dust and debris thrown as charcoal relief
To the vast expanse of the sky;
In the drought of reason, heat radiated a stillness,
Diseased and brooding, motionless as fissured statues
Or corpses in their time of desiccation.
The old grudges quickly stirred, their animation jostling with fever,
Until they burst tall and armoured, bloody hands
Raised up to the heavens;
Ceaselessly goading, provoking war dogs, effected
Reprisals in a rain of missiles, for attrition ruled
The stalemate kingdoms with seething deities.
The storm is coming, a travel of increasing ferociousness,
Laying waste to desert blooms and flesh,
And sat upon the pale horse the name is always death.
Towers of toasted glass and white steel,
Market places, schools and homes…and people…
All fair game carrion before such implicit dominion…


Details | Terza Rima | |

THE INCURABLE SOCIETY'S ILLS

Two scales must always be within an approximate range
for an accurate weight, and the close relationship
between the Humankind and God must withstand any change.


Solutions must be found before catastrophe approaches,
and if we were caught by surprise, we would regret the outcome;
less trees should be cut down to make room for buildings.


Thieves, murderers and rapists should be held in contempt
and thrown into dungeons...instead of giving them cosy cells,
the Law admits that's just to punish, but inhumane to torment.


Nightly streets have been taken over by muggers, drug dealers
and prostitutes, now called escorts, haven't changed their lewd attitude;
even madams of the brothels open doors for the well-dressed sirs.


Society has gone mad, and it has condoned both sexes of equal desires;
never was Sodom and Gomorrah as iniquitous and lustful as this one;
God forbid...I entered this city and be found guilty of their perversions!


While on the outskirts, in run-down homes poverty duplicates its horrible woes,
politicians' corrupt hands are not seen...pocketing money that Congress approved; 
and the suffering of the poor is plagued by famines that turn into deadly diseases.


Crooked judges are manipulated by criminal defense lawyers who have handfuls of cash;
justice can never be served when criminals are given their parole, and the innocent, 
humble men are detained and put behind bars, because of their limited wealth.


Proud hearts see neither simplicity nor beauty in anything that evolves into splendid light; 
self-praise, greed, bluntness and invulnerability are the rules they live and swear by;
humbleness is unacceptable and insignificant...it's a virtue which diminishes their pride. 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Lyric | |

Sorhleod

It was the myriad relapse The shadows perched, time slipped, the temptation resided to my mind I'm sure I have most the soul I never once had Lost; once you go into the dark eternal black there's no hope of dreaming of atoning back Small child I cling to you trying to savor the innocence When I could believe in everything again I tried All along to search for the truth But " the truth" is something that the truth eradicated I want to be ignorant again Can't face reality again Cease the pain that the pills can't heal Evaporate the blood that negates the strife Let me believe in everything again Break the fear Remove the pins of reality And I still wonder why And I still wonder why "forgive" makes me cry I can't make it stopThe razor beckons my name The scars and all their Shame... Find a way to pierce my serpent heart Through the iron membrane it's bleeding, I know When I have no cigarettes to burn When I have no more knowledge to Learn When I have no more xanax To cause concern I've dried out My heart is loosing it's touch There's no way out The abuse and abyss has sealed me Cease the pain that the pills can't heal Evaporate the blood that negates the strife Let me believe in everything again Break the fearRemove the pins of reality And I still wonder why And I still wonder why "forgive"makes me cry I've dried out My heart is loosing it's touch There's no way out The abuse and abyss has sealed me I've dried out tMy heart is loosing it's touch There's no way out The abuse and abyss has sealed me


Details | Rhyme | |

Strange

You say I am weird

Dressing in black and crazy colors

My hair is colored differently

And styled crazy

You look at me

And say

"How strange is she?"

 

The people I hang out with

Very very diffrent

People with tons of piercings

And guys with long hair

You look at me

And say

"How strange is she?"

 

Always alone

Keeping to myself

not talking to many people

But I listen to what they say

You look at me

and say

"How strange is she?"

 

You look at me

and judge

calling me names

Emo/goth/cutter

You look at me

And say

"How strange is she?"

 

You think I hate life

You think I am depressed

You think I cut

You think I will commit sucide

You look at me

and say

"How strange is she?"

 

You wanna help

Try to talk to me

But you can't

Your afraid of judgement

You just look at me

And say

"How strange is she?"

 

But what if it was true

What is I was derpressed...hated life

What if I commited suicide

Would you help or

Just look at me

and say

"How strange is she?"

 


Details | Rhyme | |

Be Her

You see her?
Why don't go be like her?
No one likes you,
so this is what you must do.

You must stop being yourself,
get off of you shelf.
You must please everyone,
to do that, you must be number one.

She's the perfect girl,
you're the no one in the world.
So go ahead, and give yourself away,
since you're going the wrong way.

You are no longer you,
see what you can do.
You are now her,
that's better than what you ever were.


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Country Has Sinned Against God


Our country has sinned, and many don’t know it! Any reverence for God? Many refuse to show it! We have sinned greatly, in our desire to leave God behind! And have tried our best to remove him from our minds! Even a cross or nativity is most often, not allowed! The atheists? You’ll find them in most every crowd! We’ve traded God’s commands for our own “rules.” How dare you mention HIM in any of our schools! Whatever pleases the flesh is predominantly enjoyed! As many people seek to fill an “empty void!” Those standing for righteousness are often scorned. “Don’t preach about God!” They’re often warned! The freedom God gave us.. We’ve turned it around! Perversions and addictions greatly abound! His judgment is coming! People may laugh. But our country will endure his holy wrath! Our only hope is the get back to God’s word! His message of salvation needs to be heard! Only Jesus can give a peace and love so secure! We need him more than ever! That’s for sure! Through Christ’ blood, we can be a new creation! Please come Lord Jesus and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Light Poetry | |

Kindness is a Virtue

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


Details | Free verse | |

Afterthoughts

Rafters shake in irritation,
as if to say what is the use?

A tongue will flame, and bring a tear,
sear self-worth and claim the right
How does their own ears not hear..
abuse that blows a wind of fear
and voices toss the words that sear?

A house, a fort of refuge, fraught,  
is torn in two, by rage so hot
and with regret, it stabs the heart 

When rafters shake in trepidation, and not by gentle voices, taught
Between the cracks one hears the taunts
Wearing old familiar hats
Each shingle fears another hour  
Of rain that carries scent of sour

A dream once thought could change the fate
now turns to rust upon the stage
It tears the heart, and pages turn with weary rot

In afterthought, if they could hear
one kindness left, an oar, a raft
For just one moment, just to share
a tender afterthought...

What comes unseen within a gate
are  weathered storms, regret too great 
where hope still clings, yet love is sought...
Can it be love, or is it not??

__________________________________________________________
For Catie's Word Game Contest: (Afterthoughts)

SOME OF THE WORDS USED: (the/rafters/as/tho/ears/hear/fear/sear/house/fort/fraught/
torn/rage/hot/use/heart/taunts/hats/hate/hour/sour/thought/tears/
rust/upon/stage/turns/one/share/for/oar/raft/sought/not/)


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Sociopathic Love

 Sociopathic Love


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

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

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

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

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

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

Game Over


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Train

Please...
My and mines' next meal awaits
My sons school fees awaits 
My youngest daughters' shoes await
My nieces' dress awaits 
My mothers' medication awaits
My mud huts' repairs await
The winter blankets await
And so does the winter coal 
Rosies' next instalment awaits...
Get me to work, I have to be there by eight.



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Goodbye

Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
Reassurance 
complete confidence 

Long nights spent reasoning
In total understanding
Twin thoughts 
twin minds
twin miseries
and twin fates

Now it’s so quiet
Too quiet
Complete and utter silence....
Oh my God, 
What happened to the good old days
When we both made sense?!

Lost in blurry dreams of childhood
Colorful, wonderful, windy days
Subconscious cradled memories 
of the times when we 
were eachother’s only friends

Only you, 
	the sky
		the earth
			and me...


				No betrayal

			No lies
		No fire

	No hate

No regrets.

I think I can understand 
why you won’t face me
But your sudden silence
is so confusing

Did you ever know me well enough
to know my affection for ultimate honesty?
If you wanted me to go away
why didn’t you just say something? 

Only this emptiness is left
Inconsolable grief...
For what never again can be 

No warning
No parting words
No ceremony

You went and had the funeral 
for our friendship
but did not invite me

From the start
I thought these ways would always be
But in the end,
All I wanted, my friend 
was to say 
goodbye.

I can’t trust anyone
anymore
anyway

All alone again
shame on me


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Dancing with Despair

I have danced while music played,
and smiled, although despairingly,
through tears at smiles not meant for me.
My soft eyes, though brown and drab,
have strived to glitter, with scant success,
as others shone bright, emitting light
beneath their lashes, lush and long.
While I lurched in crazy drunken spirals,
others, precise, performed their pirouettes
and slid across the polished floor
and smiled and laughed and more:
completely at their ease.
What terminal disease decrees
despair my partner in this dance?
Is there no chance to sit the music out,
a listener, discrete, devout?
While others whirl and dip, I slide and slip.
Must I be a half-a-pair with stumbling feet,
inept novice, graceless lout who, led about,
never has an easy air dancing with despair?


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Shadow I hide behind


It may seem like I am always bright and cheery
but there are times when I am sad and weary.

I don't always let that show as I hide behind a closed and locked door 
and rather keep things as happy go - Lucky
It is the way I deal with life instead of staying down to sit
there with a frown I get up and turn it all around with a smile, and
it can change my mood for a good long while.

Then eventually I may sit and cry but soon I get up and smile again
as there is more to life than the hurt and stife, I like to bring a smile
to others as that keeps my sprits up and I can keep a happy outlook
on each new day that  we live and always help to give a smile
to someone's face that brings us joy and is full of grace.

In this case I may not always be bright and cheery but I never
show when I am sad and weary.


Details | I do not know? | |

Professional Divorcé

Lost in emotions
Two souls approaching new path
Bitterness adorned


Forgetting love, possibly they shared.
Reasoning on the fights, they had bared.
Manly disfiguring blow.
So possible you know.
Now departing, both no longer  paired.


Marriages four, divorced three times now in this life of mine.

If another comes my way, next lover shall be a glass of wine..




For
Sponsor (Destroyer ((Poet 
Contest Name ~DIVORCE CLUB~ 


Details | I do not know? | |

It really did end, did it not

So I cry and I cry
These long awaited tears falling hard
Reassuring that I do have a heart
That I do miss them All

How I wish I could go back
So I start to think about the past
I should have woke up long ago
Should have enjoyed it real slow

Instead I cut them off
Locked the door
Closed everything but One
Little window on the wall
Where through I heard them everyday
Laughter and joy 
Reaching my Core

How I miss them 
Yearh I miss them
How I miss them 
How I miss them
 
If I could 
Then I would
Go back to those days
Open that damn door
Walk along those floors

Just being there 
In the moment
With them All
That is right now, what I long for.


Details | I do not know? | |

Loneliness Is A Powerful Thing

Loneliness is a powerful thing...
It always hurts your feelings

When somebody tells you wrongs
About your beliefs...

When someone stabs you verbally
And emotionally scarring you for years.

All those fears, turn into fear of
Being true and strong-willed for yourself...

Other people may never remember your pain,
And pretend it was nothing like they took it in vain.

Loneliness kills you when you see
What others might have and you ask "Why can't that be me?"...

Guiltiness of envy causes even more loneliness,
The kind of feeling that tells
What kind of spells negative thoughts put on you...

Forcing you to believe
That what if everyone hates you.

Feeling hurt and corrupted after hearing others...
Saying you're bad to others,
Making you think "They don't understand anything..."

Feeling ignored and bored
When you start to feel left out,
You start to doubt about the friends you have.
(Any kind of) Loneliness is a powerful thing...


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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 | 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 | I do not know? | |

HE HAD A DREAM

He had a dream, a dream of freedom-- 
That noble eagle, soaring high.
A dream of equity and justice-- 
A living dream that would not die.

But there were those who had a purpose--
Their purpose was to kill his dream.
Those wicked ones conspired with Satan,
To carry out their evil scheme.

A deadly shot, from a coward in hiding,
Upon one bitter, April day,
Brought down that brave and peaceful soldier,
And the valiant eagle flew away.

So they thought they'd gained their purpose,
When that mighty heart was stilled,
But, although they slew the dreamer, 
His glorious dream cannot be killed.


Details | Free verse | |

Concrete Cliffs

No form, no organization, no verse.
A crescendo followed by silence and screams.
A wooden home locked inside of a concrete tome,
With a world collapsing while we keep relapsing
And again the past resurges; what we bury tends not to stay that way,
After all, the piper must have his pay.

A dark closet and we’ve seen fit to rot in it
The Devil in the details told me to be his advocate.
And El Dorado’s gone because a city of gold just wasn’t sustainable
But if it’s attainable then you’re damn right it’s going to be painful.
And death isn’t an option for those of us who feel compelled to keep walkin’
On the sand-- or is it ash? It doesn’t really make a difference while they slash
Their prices by depriving kids of rice and pin open their eyelids
For their twenty hour shifts ‘till they try to plummet themselves off of
Concrete cliffs.

And Macondo is Columbia, unless it’s in the Gulf of Mexico, 
but you already knew that, Mr. Critic.
But what are you going to do with it?
Frankenstein was the man, not the monster
The confusion first came when our blame ceased to reclaim 
An association between dissociation and our relation
To whatever the truth may have been
‘Cuz it certainly isn’t the truth anymore.

Blank pages in our textbooks and you ask me to memorize it
Regurgitate it and tell you what you want to hear--
My foods teacher says no eating in her class
And sees fit to harass her students with her utter lack
Of discernible knowledge while we cook some Kraft Mac and Cheese.
But who can blame her with the pay she’s getting?

No Telemachus on the television—Nor do we see Stephen
Not while the Situation is breathin’, cuz that’s what’s loved by the station.
Where’s the frustration? The indignation with the ignorant elation
That comes with living in a used-up world?
Dig a treasure map out of the trash and get it unfurled,
You walk to the ‘X’, but it’s been dug up—no wonder it was in there in the first place.

And the esoteric is what they find hysteric ‘cuz they’re all in on the joke
That they find so funny ‘cuz the system is broke.
Politics in work, in life, in marriage, in LIFE,
The wall of separation was torn down it seems, and soon you’ll find them tapping your dreams.
Enjoy watching your people’s nightmares, O Creators.
Tell us it’s what we want.


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Scars

.The survivors. Yes, that's what we call ourselves. We've lived through the terrors of life. 
Gentle hands, soft spoken, safe in his arms. Obey, and listen, and the swirling melody of 
love plays throughout the scene. And yet, this masquerade is always broken to reveal the 
truth. Words sharper than daggers explode around our ears. Bruises appear on our skin. 
We've "fallen", the clumsy females we are. We fell. A sports injury, a car crash, a freak 
accident. Freak accident of hatred. Much like the lion, quiet and stalking, and then exploding 
into a flurry of the hunt. Of the hurt. Swift blows, and blood drips from noses, tears stream 
from eyes in a silver river of desperate please, bruises decorate us in tawnys and majestic 
purples. Reminders of our "wrong doings". We need to pay for our sins. The only witness are 
the walls, and the moonbeams that dance about our dizzy heads. On the ground. Steel toes 
to the back. A crack. Fire. Pain. And then, a cool silence. The rage subsides, and apologies 
appear. "I'll never do it again" and "I lost control" replay in the back of our heads. Our deja-
vu from the previous night. Always the same. Always the pain. The survivors. Thats what we 
call ourselves. And by the dark dance of the moon against the velvet sky, as stars twinkle 
like sequins, and fade into the dawn, we pick ourselves up. New excuses. New plates to buy. 
A new alarm clock. New knives, doors, but no new hearts, stabbed until the hemmoragging 
hurts like a firestorm. Alone. We are alone. We, the Survivors, have lived not an apocalypse, 
not a plane crash, but the darkest part of our lives. Therapy can lock it away, but never 
remove the dark stain of dried blood upon our souls. Lost. We come together, and escape. 
We start anew, but are never the same. Dark dreams, paranoia haunting our shadows, and 
the jumps that come with shattered glass of the clink of dishes. Never the same, but 
stronger. What doesn't kill you is sure to leave a horrible scar, but wounds heal And while 
scars remain as a reminder of the pain endured, we are, for the better, stronger. We 
survived.

.


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Trampled Marriage

Squashed, like an Ant, on the ground.
My heart ached, when you left that day.
Crushed, my future dreams, you were bound.
By past recalls, of what did not, last anyway.
You walked, on my spirit, pretending to know.
What, my desires and my mind would say.
That I, would forever stay, here and never go,
I knew that you were a spirit, longing to be free.
My spirit locked in love, though you did not see.
For you, my old fashion ties, to a master degree,
Walking over, moving out, and taking a piece of me.
Treading on devotions, eager for greener pastures,
Though you found, fallows, dried up on his postures.
Your body returned to me, though your heart mistaken.
Our feelings, emotional desires, lost, never to awaken.


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 | 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 | Verse | |

economic dilemma --- roundelet

economic
fear overwhelms  hearts with distress.

economic
boom--congress promise the public.

yet their debates often digress
to issues that are rather less 
economic.


Details | Sonnet | |

Shattered Hearts Death




Fantasy beguiled love upon one night.
Twisted, forbidden, walking out of fright,
She gave desire, I crashed ever contrite.
Destroying our love, for little delight,

Each day after, I cried in deep regret,
Though her eyes would never ever forget,
Remembering images, etched deeply set.
She told me of the love, now just a debt.

Rescinding our commitment, completely,
My heart still aches, for her repeatedly.
Her recall forever, regretfully,
My memory haunting deceitfully,

I could never produce any amends.
My mistake haunting, until my life ends.


written 5-28-2012

theme - 1)a broken heart

written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name 3 forms, 3 themes | 


Details | I do not know? | |

Suburban Angels

we wander the streets searching for a place to call home
chaos and misunderstanding is our calling card
your fears have become our realities
the nightmare we once called home has burnt to the ground
theres no turning back, we've gone to far
our halos are rusted, our wings are burnt and blackened 
ash and desolate haze covers everything
there's no saving us now...
we are just your suburban angels
the law isn't on our side it hasn't been for some time
they say we are a menace to society, trying to live our lives
drugs and violence is all we have in common, as it calms our souls
we're not as bad as some, we're not sick in the head
one more day goes by, we'll barely make it through
gunshots and car alarms shatter the midnight silence
our halos are rusted, our wings are burnt and blackened 
ash and desolate haze covers everything
there's no saving us now...
we are just your suburban angels
we challenge the rich, we comfort the broken
we've damned ourselves for we lack sanity
they say we are a lost cause, failures by there standards
fire burns our hearts and yet our hearts are cold
we're hardened by life and darkened by sorrow
we'll never be like them and that's the way it is
we won't go without a fight, we won't just fade away
we are the suburban angels
our halos are rusted, our wings are burnt and blackened
ash and desolate haze covers everything
there's no saving us
we are a distant memory fading over time
but we will still just be the suburban angels


Details | Free verse | |

Hurt I Learned

If I seem down,
forgive me.
Frowns I carry around,
live in me.
You may say,
you see right through me.
Your words untrue,
renew me.

The hurt I’ve learned,
brews in me.

If only you could,
re-design me.
Take time rewind,
refine me.

Recreate the mold, 
without lies I’ve told.
Give back, 
the soul I sold.

~JSLambert


Details | Terza Rima | |

CONFIDING IN SOMEONE

Often I've been accused of being too righteous and wise;
a zealot putting all his efforts in an unquestionable faith,
and my trust is never weakened by a delayed promise.


Others have gone from this earthly place, to rest in unattended graves;
I've been derided by their indignant, loud laughter,
and you think I would have been intimitated by their offensive words?


Never did I react unkindly, just ignored them and walked away,
not knowing that they would have been cursed and faced punishment;
and with premonition, I had foreseen every event of their destiny. 


Today, confiding in someone who will take time to listen... 
will give me a reliance not smeared with absurd ridicule;
I can give good advice: unforgettable words that will remain. 


Confide in selfless, trustworthy friends who show concern and self-assurance,
by their deeds you will know the trueness of their evident honesty;
so why wait and not run to one as I... and not start living without reluctance? 



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Monument

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


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Alone and Afraid

Alone and Afraid?

There was someone I knew,
alone and afraid...
Her husband left her…
She felt betrayed!

I remember seeing her look
of despair…
Was there anyone who
really cared?

This was a very
 difficult situation.
A lot of heartache and frustration!

I remember seeing her 
 at church before.
But no one sees her anymore!

People would pass her by,
Seemingly, not concerned…
Even though things in her life,
had taken “the wrong turn.”

Aren’t we to help the widows
 and single mothers too?
This is what God’s word 
asks of me and you!

As the body of Christ... 
We should serve one another.
Reaching out to the widow
 and single mother.

We must let them know they’re
not forgotten!
Before their lives hit
“rock bottom”

This is a command Christ 
Wants us to do!
He’d do the same for 
ME and for YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

worthless

"Why have I awoken?"
The thought when night was broken.
I pinched myself and groaned,
And sat there feeling doomed.

Prepared, like the daily routine
Rushed and ran to avoid being late
"Eat," Dad said. "No father, I'm fine"
Along the road, "today I leave all to fate".


Details | Acrostic | |

Mistaken Love

My first love was happy for a while.
I mistook love for what I’m not sure.
So we split up, though lust did beguile.
Trading our life styles with no cure,
Again we tried to make marriage work.
Knowing all that we had broken clear,
Eventually we knew it was just a quirk.
Never to rest our love for a child of fear,

Life always changes people, in different ways.
Our anger, spread out by gossip and displays.
Victimless, we chose the end, in lonely plays.
Edging into new endeavors, lost in a maze.


written for
Sponsor Dana'lynn Smith 
Contest Name The Secondhand Emotion  

written by
Cecil Hickman


Details | Free verse | |

Olympic Village

A numbing wind is gusting
Newspapers dance with wrappers
Grey skies mute reflections
In a thousand facets
Of an Olympic jewel
Dull and lifeless
Dark and silent
Sitting empty
Misery walks in the streets
Blue knuckled homeless
Pull closed their ragged coats
Against the chilling daggers
Of poverty's icy breath
Shuffling past an empty promise
Their desperate eyes
Stare with longing
And cry in need







Written for Contest: "Empty Apartment"
Sponsored by Matt Caliri


Details | Prose Poetry | |

1one2two9nine

 1one2two9nine 
1one2two9nine 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
 
WiseorFoolish 

 DOING WHAT THE JESUS SAID 
Eye am risking the loss of some merits to at least prove to some of you that to do 
the works of JESUS is the right and lawful thing to do the man was just like me 
he seems to be a homeless and eye asked him to share my food he said no he 
was taken care of a food card from the service. Eye wound up giving nothing but 
a courtesy yet my blessing is unending the words that JESUS speaks are meant 
to be the life we breathe and giving is so certainly the thing to do. Not bragging 
unnecessarily just letting people knoe to do the works he says to do. Offer 
someone food if they can take it it will help you if they refuse it you can eat it 
seems to me there is nothing there to lose. Now the food eye have to eat is better 
for the act of sharing even the man is not eating with me the food it's doubly 
better in proportions. Show me the house that's built on stilts that's built on sand. 
There is a temporary church that meets inside the main church building they 
usually start the service at nine thirty today they went out on a run away there was 
no church service even eye usually go just to knell down near the table and thank 
Jesus for the offering there there is Coffee and some coffee cake and other 
things as well but today eye am on mye own attempting more than one thing at a 
time it seems beyond the eye trying to stay hooked into the wonder of this life for 
it seems like GOD is just like Santa Clause to me when we have it in our heart to 
do he sees it just the same. 
Eye still carry my raincoat my umbrella even though it has not rained for many 
weeks I'm ready. The place eye like to visit has been pulled out from under me 
the preacher needs to visit his own prayer room just to see how dark his heart is 
to become without his love. He warned me not to trespass and so far eye have 
not been back but the wonder of it all is that the place still seems to stand a 
monument to decadence a monument to disgrace. They knoe that eye am 
homeless eye still walk the street without a place. The blankets in the dump 
seem so nice when eye am cold. Foolishness or wisdom tell me preacher what 
would you do when the sky was falling would you stick your turkey neck up to the 
rain and then just drown or would you find a church with a poor doorway to get 
dry. The path is narrow the climb is steep and harrow the preacher fast asleep. 
Eye cry a homeless to the end of time. 



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You asked if I was okay

You asked if I was okay I held my tongue on fine. Why lie, Muttering There’s been better days. When people say, I’m here if you need to talk. Once it was, lets take a walk. Now I’m instantly suspect. If I tell you, You mite always see the pain in my eyes. Trust me You don’t want to carry this around inside. It will push you away!> Always> Without fail, always attempt, but to no avail. Emotional ills!~ Wait I forgot to take me pills. I sip from my paper cup. Then hold it up. And say the ocean will never fit! A clue to the tears I’ve cried. Most of my life. Though I drew a map on your hand, you seem to of lost your compass. Wondering aimlessly, against a head wind. Sailing through the dark emotional clutter of rotating image boxes, a float on a metaphorical ocean In my head. Playing film of all the secrets that plague my mind. I mite show you In time…


Details | Rhyme | |

Hang The Witch

She loved big hats
A red bodice she wore
Plumes, bobbles and ribbons galore
This was enough to call her a whore
Many a fight she engaged publicly
But she was no different than you and me
She enjoyed the drink
Entertained late into night
In Puritan society this just wasn't right
She had three husbands
Two had died
Twas wichcraft her accusers cried
Thou be a witch her neighbors declared
At first she was angered
Later quite scared
Her trial commenced without hesitation
I am innocent she claimed
With great indignation
I know not of a witch
Suddenly the girls began to writhe and twitch
They cried and screamed 
Great acting I must say
With this they took poor Bridget away
Upon deaf ears her pleads they fell
Bridget Bishop must go back to hell!
Her naughty behavior and costumes so bold
Helped the Magistrate believe the tales told 
Twas To Satan her soul she had sold
So she would hang by the neck until dead
No one believing a word she said
Soon 18 more would suffer her fate
Once accused was already too late
The Salem Witch trials came to an end
When no one could tell a foe from a friend


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Has the Glory of God Left the Church


Has the Glory of God Left the Church? 

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

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Couplet | |

The Night She Died

Murder was in his gaze,
As he seized her and slapped her face.
She knew then, she had to fight,
And that was the moment - she died.

He tore her clothes and scratched her arms,
but there was nobody to raise an alarm,
She tried to hold him back but he just pushed her aside,
And the second time that night - she died.

She did not even raise her voice,
But that animal, he left her no choice,
It killed her to do so, but she defied,
And a thousand times that night - she died.

When she begged him to kill her and he roared,
She couldn't hold it together anymore,
Her soul withered, she broke down and cried,
Coz that night along with her husband - she too died!!!


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If I only had One Day to Live

If I knew I was going to die, today.
I really have no idea, what I would say.
I think I would go to work as always.
Since that is where my full heart plays.
I would tell my wife, that I love her so.
Much, much more than she would ever know.
She along with God saved my mortal life.
Rescuing me more ways than just being my wife,
I have no desires to fulfill here on earth.
Though I know I didn’t fulfill my worth.
Nevertheless, I served my best in integrity.
If I had only one day to live, just now,
I would tell all to live the best they know how.
Remember their mistakes, don’t make them twice.
But if they do, stay away from making them thrice.
My last words would be to say, everyone has value.
Though be cautious of the feeling they have overvalue.
My heart beat weakening, my breath weakening too.
Upon last breath, I say goodbye, precious life to you.


Written for


Sponsor Walayee Whitlock 
Contest Name If I only had 1 day to live 


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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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Whiskey Wishes

from this barstool i have sat waitting for some moment 
of insiperation to come to me 
But the only thing that that comes to me is
a bartender with another drink.

And in empty reflection lost in a jukebox's song
played by a lonley heart shooting pool.
I cant recall where the spark went.
maybe it fell to floor like the ash from a cigarette.

the page waits at home like a wife waitting in worry as her husban is off doing God knows  
what  so worried only wishing he'd return.
And when he does the fear fades and the anger kicks in.

The bottle doesnt hold a key but it does know me well.
I kiss it's fiery lips and cant resist it's charm.
so I sit with it passing hours in a dance that will end in
nothing but another wasted night  and a bitter morning taken
out apon my  mind.

In a swirl of hungover thoughts id leave half written pages.
To soon find themselves collecting with my ever growing arsenal  of 
drunken rants.
All ending bitter and cold.

But when the whiskey hits I'll make such great plans 
that will never be.   
I'll write that epic that will keep in the minds 
other writers.
And in the warm arms of women who wanna love a 
trainwreck just to say they've known what it's like.

Whiskey wishes are like sparks from a much larger fire.
the sparks fly off into the midnight sky.
only to fade befor are very eye.


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LISTENING TO THE PELICAN'S PLIGHT

What brought me to this sullen shore...
is not sheer curiousity at all,
but an equivocal question too hard to be answered
even by those whose minds are so cultured! 

Pelicans swarm the February's frigid sky over the bay...
like clumsy butterflies greeting a spring's day;
it's past sunrise, and all clouds catch on fire,
fleeting to the western sky to avoid the infernal dire!

I take a brisk walk adventuring in the gelid wind's blows...
as the agitated waves  indicate an imminent storm;
unafraid , I lean over the fortress's  stones with hands so cold,
to feel the vengefulness of a sea frightening all humans!

It's Saturday mid-morning, I hear a shrill filled with emotion, 
and a shivering pelican comes close to where I stand;
he doesn't want the crumbs in my generous hand,
but understanding and much more compassion!

If he could talk and tell of his plight so unspeakable...
I'd listen and make a promise for his survival...
where  once limpid waters rolled so brightly,
painted in gold by the solar glow, now they look too murky!      

Does he feel great animosity toward us...
we, who build and destroy, kill and terrorize?
And what made him turn to me  so fearlessly;
and will we, rulers of this earth, show hiim some mercy?      


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Politicians' Love Affairs

Politicians' love affairs.

What do they tell us?

Vote for them?


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Courtship

When being told you're “perfect”
but that it's not enough
what can you even do
in pursuits of love?

The seemingly endless process of
meeting and greeting
sharing, laughing, loving, caring
even becoming attached to family, pets
all so that it may come to an abrupt
ofttimes one-sided end- 
it wears me down
I'm far too young to feel as drained
I'm far too young to feel as pained
I'm far too young to feel as enslaved and betrayed
by this process of courtship as I do

Those older and wiser counsel: 
Patience, waiting is never easy
The right one will come along
You're a good person with a good heart
and you've got a lot to offer
It's their loss
*sigh*
I already know all of that, 
but it doesn't mean I accept it
It doesn't mean a part of me
cannot fear that the one I held dear
should have been mine to keep,
mine to fight for, mine to live for,
mine to die for
But what can I do?
What can I do?


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Breakfast time and a bowl of cereals

Waking with a start,preparing to face the end
eating next to nothing,cracking the bottle of optimism.
Life looked away in revulsion as the villainies committed
and lost into the book of vanity.
With the naked eye i see the world every morning,revolutionized
but big words puff me up as thought i was you.
A jarring note,a shot of morphine and get out of the rut
a perjury of illusion,the only blemish on your face.
I was deceived into the belief of something invisible.
Swashbucklers,mock heroics,phony patriots and cells
that proliferate so rapidly.
Populous mash potatoes,the decomposition of the corpse,
i can't take much more.
Filth has no sense of delicacy,i never boasted that
and the inanity of convenience put a bullet through my head again
So i open the window of pessimism.

We live with the manners of a swine,
enough to keep body and soul together.


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Remove Your Mask

It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,
Your Spirit seeks the world with penetrating eyes,
An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance, 
A vanity inside abiding, and nonetheless
 Fragmented consumed exhibits –
 Pieces as shattered glass,
Dusted with suffering in twinkling’s time,
Whirling with frenzy, becoming a cavort
With mere thoughts of an empty heart-
Seeking out an eternity of dual hearts
Winged hand-in-hand evoking beauty,
A joyful dawn, a gem of love,
And mystery given by hours of a gentle work;
 Your guarded soul knowing each mask which
Stands wishing and seeking the selfsame,
Poses evolving and amassing little understanding,
Statutes unfair do never-rest,
 Simply leads to bareness far and wide;
Prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask,
Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,
Disrobe the mask you wear and sanctioned, 
Mark your love and tranquility for a time to come,
Allow your soul to breathe unleashed;
Why wear that mask you display?


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HAIKU

In the distance saws
Assault morning's quietness.
Tears fall like the trees.


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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 Addiction Of Pornography


The Addiction Of Pornogtaphy...

.
A Christian brother had a confession.
Pornography in his life was an addiction .
I couldn't believe the words 
I began to hear.
As a message of hopelessness from 
his lips began to appear.

I began to see tears running down his cheek.
“I go to counseling once a week.”
This was a “man of God” as many believed.
True joy and fulfillment were no longer achieved.

As the lust in his heart began to burn.
Jesus-his once true love-he longed to return.
In the coming days and weeks ahead.
So many ungodly thoughts entered his head.

He began to lose his family and all he cherished.
His life before him began to perish
Then one night in deep agony, 
to God, he cried out;
“Is this what life is really all about?”


“Dear Jesus...in repentance I come to you.”
“I have sinned against God and my family too.”
He forsook the things he thought gave him pleasure.
And lived according to God's word
—his true treasure.
Run from every evil temptation
& lust of the flesh.
Or your life will end up in a huge mess!

Pornography in your life will destroy and decay.
From it's appearance—you must run away!
Enjoy Godly relationships as
Christ meant them to be.
Walk anew in God's love—Only HE 
can SET YOU FREE!

By Jim Pemberton


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An Immersion Of Perversion

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


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Clear Chaos

Inspired by the spaces in time that I can't remember
Filling them with maybes and dreams
wishing they were clearer
Finding myself sad
Writing about memories of a distant past
My past must have been a reflection of downcast

Erased memories written and told, but
essentially lies formed from the illusion of ties to negative thoughts
Ultimately I've created lines of words on subjects
I've never dreamed of being taught

Somehow through all the imagining and complexities
of finding out my worth
I remember the first time that my poetry gave birth
It was like I was a beautiful and as fruitful as the earth

I began to experiment and reinvent the old days
while still finding new ways to deliver the message
that we living in the last days
My purpose is to inform and to be a discrete slave
Faithful and free

Im from the same place where hip hop met poetry
and where scripture is the basis for spirituality
So any falsehood ye feeds me
I can filter right through thee
Still blindly recording thoughts of
misery and deceptions and betrays and let downs and acceptance
Life is full of it's little quirks and antics

I've learned how to be when I've felt let down or disappointed
I've learned how to be when I've been embarrassed or unwanted

I give birth to another chance
I graciously reside into a humble ball of submissiveness
I reside in the beauty of subtle solitude
while blatantly exuding love
The goal is repentence


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Leading it on your own

I know it’s hard but you have to try
How can you live your life lie?
You say you hate who you’re closest to, to another 
But around him, he’s not like a cousin but a brother
How can you just let them take over you?
Next you’ll be a singer to 
Just like him 
The changes of you not being are very slim 
You let him dress you, and tell you what to do, How to act 
Becoming of what you used to hate as a matter of fact
He tells you who’s in and who’s out
You can’t lead so he does is that what its about?
You have always followed the crowd
Does that make you proud?
To not follow your heart 
 Minding them and playing your own part 
But when you come around me I see what you want to be true
Or at least that’s what I used to think 
But when I’m gone or your with them it all changes
Filled with nothing but perfect Barbie doll images 
That’s like tonight I’m gone and all you do is talk 
If you can talk then walk 
Show me you can do something to do 
Leading it on your own 


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Sanguinary Lord

A severe façade of loving tolerance Dipped in an argentine semblance The Consuls of The Cross Weaving a sweven of Welkin Where the checkered ones Are never allowed Their souls cast into the flames Of a greater decay The never ending pit Of eternal torment You turn the other cheek The one that wields the clandestine dagger The dreams of being free grow lighter and light The truth is shrouded by sister-Night Clinging onto existence Never eluding the resistance I will never adhere To your Sanguinary Lord Bestowing The Crusader’s reign Against the sand and the desert’s wane Barraging him over the frame In desperation to appease Screaming and shouting I will wash away your sins Decadence of the ones to throw the stones The ones to enforce the book Has left your lies dry and ready to die No more tears are left to cry No more screams are left to scream No More blood to be split No more graves to be dug


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A Twised Mirage

I thought it was 'butterflies in my stomach'
I was so excited to be in a new place and try new things...
Two minutes later I threw up on the side of the street.

I thought I was shaking because you send shivers up and down my spine
Your hair, your eyes and that smile...
It was cold  and I only had my T-shirt on that night

I though it was destiny that we, in this place together
Are bound by fate to be companions...
It was a coincidence and two different agendas

I thought I was having a picnic under the stars 
Laying on my back, with the moon pouring down...
It was a street lamp and the concrete was cold and wet

I thought that you were a friend
You and I to the ends of the earth...
You were just a passerby, who taught me a lesson that I'd have rather not learnt 
so early in life

I hear they say that pain is growth turned inside out
It better be true...
My body hurts like hell this morning, I hope that my spirit will grow from this 
experience

Drinking...a twisted mirage


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this lifeless tot -- Florida

an innocent child,
a nineteen-month-old baby,
was senselessly shot;

cold drive-by shooter
killed a cherished little boy--
with a heartless plot

endless tears of pain--
as we remember the love
of this lifeless tot


*baby was not the intended target


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COLOURS OF DESPAIR

Images; pitiful black images
suckling frantically from dry, empty breasts.
Black eyes; wide open, fearful, but
mercifully blind to destiny's most unforgiving hand.

Victims:tormented by the incessant heat of the sun's bejewelled rays,
mercy is fleeting; uncompromising
shades of hopelessness cocoon innocent souls;
But Fate will cast its untimely shadow
Black is the colour of despair.


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A Monarch Asks

Will you decide to stand with me?
When I demand this world?
Support the future that I see?
Salute my flag unfurled?
Direct my troops in peace and war?
Defend my life with yours?
Follow orders that you abhor?
Find spies within the corps?
Advise wisely without error?
Arise to each challenge?
Only to be Coffin Bearer,
once fools achieve revenge?


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Suffering Is The Same As Living

Hope, tonight, is just a void Love is destroyed Reality impending my doom Suffering a dream that was never made for me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Don’t worry I’ll be fine I can just wait, wait as in all eternity You deserve to be happy and free I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me You travel all across in my veins Showing you share my pain But my life was never meant for me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me I'm sorry for those days I've ruined your life Best you just ignore, forevermore I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me
**Morten Veland, Guitarist, Male Vocalist and Main Songwriter of Sirenia, formerly of Tristania**


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Then and now {Double Posting}

               {Then}

I welcome you all to the dance
A place where souls are held in trance
Destiny is our truest fate
Taking your soul will feel great
I was born unto this life
To distribute pain and strife
There is nothing you can do
I shall have this dance with you
As we dance across the floor
I shall show you what destiny is for
You can try with all your might
I will have this dance tonight
As we dance you should know
I will crawl up in your soul
So take my hand and join the dance
I hold your soul in my trance
No need to try and run away
With your soul I shall play
By the time I am through
Nothing that you can do
For I shall leave you like a shell
As I take your soul with my spell
There is nothing like a dark romance
So will you please join the dance?
         
                      {Now}

Beauty can be rated by so many things
Like the noise birds make as they sing
Beauty is a flower growing from a seed
It also is a baby tender with its needs
If a person takes the time to look around
There is so much beauty on this earth to be found
Beauty can be a mountain all covered up with snow
Or it can be firelight with its entrancing glow
One thing in my life I have come to know
No beauty is as beautiful as the beauty of the soul
 

I posted this this way to show how
much poetry has changed me. I
guess now you understand why
I wanted to bury them old poems.
Sometimes like right now I just
can't help but cry for my pain is
very deep.










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Question

Why didn’t you say something
as your eyes bathed him in malcontent
drowning truth with your silence
too disgusted to vent
You walked right past him
like a stranger in a crowd
immune to his excuses
lying in shroud
Was his face worn by guilt
or just weary for love
reaching for compassion
bruised by your shadow above
Did he hurt you
like so many had before
demeaning you with his presence
unworthy of yours
Did he apologize
that fateful day at your feet
begging for your forgiveness
because he’s homeless in the streets


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AN IDLE NEIGHBORHOOD

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


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My Dad Left Me My Heavenly Father Found Me

My Dad Left Me... My Father Found Me! I remember dad tucking me into bed each night. I somehow knew "everything was going to be allright." I remember the Bible stories he had read. Each night before I went to bed. I remember the smile dad had on his face. It was like "love all over the place." Then one night. he left. I didn't know why. The many nights I'd lay awake and cry. How could this happen? I was so sad... I became very upset, angry and mad. How could God let this happen to our family? I thought dad loved us and was happy. He never returned... Never did explain... I began to curse even the mention of his name. Then one day, I read the Bible and began to see... How much Jesus really does love me! I asked him to be the father of my life today. I'll never forget the words he had to say; "I'll be with you each step that is taken." I love you so much... You're never forsaken!" Jesus... my heavenly father, has given me love so precious. I have a relationship with him... that's so nutritious! My dad left me. My (heavenly) father found me. And now each day... His love surrounds me! By JIm Pemberton


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LOVE ON DEATH LINE

I have not eaten today,
But my heart is filled
Not hungry of affection.
I had a fill of you last night
A fill of you for a life time

All around us are walking corpses
Corpses of political disregard
Humans of no nations
Even when they are bona-fide citizens
Your blood and mine flows in them

The government abhors the poor
Feeds them with empty promises
Shoves them through the door
They pay the bills
For social amenities they can’t find
Pay taxes for their castles 
Government built in the air
But we know their ancestors
Filthy dogs eating from the king’s crumbs
No; Lets not unknot the knot
Soon a messiah might heed us

In heaven’s book of life,
I heard the poor names are there
In here’s book of life
It is deleted.
Thus, in your head,
Lays your kingdom and glory 
Get rich or die trying
Or; be their poor and keep sulking.

Well, like them I saw… 
I have not eaten
Flesh gone weak to skeleton
Nevertheless, 
The solitude of love within
Keeps me living; I am breathing
But I am moving,
Towards your direction
I see your beam

I feel new
When I see you
From my heart 
Seeps through the rays of the sun
Its fun; this love on death line
We survived the genocide
We survived the war
We survived love
We survived us
I love you too.

This poem is dedicated to the abused tribes of Rwanda and Nigeria during their respective civil wars resulting in near human annihilation. Though time has passed, we still feel your pains chilling our bones. The survivors.


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Was It This Bad

Yet again I hear the sirens of a police car screech to a stop outside
A door being kicked in the arrested taken away yet another pointless ride
Probably a drugs bust or another weapons seizure
Life on this estate seems to get sleazier and sleazier

It wasn’t this bad when we were that young was it?
Juveniles on street corners look contemptuously at you and spit
To many religions creeds and gangs fighting each other
Racial intolerance pitting brother against brother

There’s no respect for the law today and what it stands for
Daily we see the elderly being targeted more and more
It wasn’t like this when we were there age was it?
It’s as if the world seems fractured and split

Adolescent punks shooting up in the street, drugs a 21st century curse
Their elders you,me,him,her to scared to intervene fearful of abusive reprisal or 
worse
Was it this bad when we were there age?
Yeah sure we had juvenile crime but this, this is off the gauge

Daily now our children are dying
Leaving behind them shattered families grieving and crying
The police need more powers enough is enough
Government’s need to empower them more they need to get tough

It wasn’t this bad when I was there age
I say this as someone who hasn’t lived 3 or 4 score
We have to stop this violent generation
I wasn’t this bad at their age me you ask I’m 34


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Willow Tree

Who do you feel like today?
Do you even remember my name? 
 It's been 8 years since then,
Has the willow tree we sat under gone dead?

 I wonder if you've changed,
if you regret your biggest mistake.
 Do you feel the sorrow i feel?
Is this pain the only thing that feels real?

 I feel no sorrow now,
I only feel hatered for the world somehow,
 How could you rape your granddaughters?
And Forget your own son, My father?!

 How could you do this to me?
The only way how i feel now is to bleed.
 I put no effort, no feeling, no thought,
In the war, 
 This battle in my heart
 
 How do you feel like today?
Is it easier to know that your safe?
 Outta jail they let you out,
Why so you can pay your road to hell?

 So i plant me a willow tree,
right above the grass,
 below the leaves.

 I lay here below this willow tree,
My only friend beside of me,
 The memories still remain, 
Alone,
 But it's better off this way


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The Hurt That I Often Feel

Yesterday, I thought I seen the back of your head,
I felt my mind shook as I started to dread,
That you were there,
But then I realized,
It wasn't you.
As I left the airport,
I got into a truck, that was just like yours,
Then all my emotional sores started hurting again.

And later on, after seeing,
That the friend I wanted to have all to myself in high school,
Already had someone to be best friends with,
I held back my tears,
And fear that maybe I'll never recover
From these emotional issues that seem to go on forever.

And I feel like I can't keep myself together...
Especially when I see two siblings who love one another,
Wishing my siblings were close to my age,
Then I wouldn't have ever felt like I was in a lonely cage,
Envying those who get to have a younger sibling jump into their arms,
Whenever I see them at school...

She always felt like a little sister for me,
I want to protect her,
But nowadays, I don't like the way she is some times,
And I feel confused, and lonelier when I see that she
Likes her other friends more than me.
Yet again, more envy, 
And I feel guilty realizing it's wrong for me to be jealous
In friendship...

I'll make sure our friendship never ends,
But I know that my loneliness will never disappear,
And I will never be able to reappear,
In school with her again, it hurts,
Especially when I don't have someone to share the suffering
Of high school work and gym.
I still feel hurt and sad, everything in elementary,
That made me glad will be pushed away,

And I'll probably feel alone everyday...
Just like the old days, when I cried at night...
And my alarm clock was my nightlight...
Now I need Him, to keep me safe,
And be my light,
Because the hurt that I often feel
Is an inner fight for life!


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What If Joseph Kissed Potiphar's Wife

What If Joseph Kissed Potiphar’s Wife?

What would happen if Joseph kissed Potiphar’s wife?
Just think about the impact this would be on his life!

If he’d entered into her temptation and charm…
This would’ve cause much damage and harm!

Many of God’s blessings, I’m sure he would missed ‘em!
If he’s let Potiphar’s wife reach out and kiss him!

Thank God that he didn’t succumb to her beauty.
He held fast and remembered his God given duty!

A life serving God was something that he chose!
Even if it meant her tearing off a part of his clothes!

Godly living was something he decided to choose!
Even if it meant him being falsely accused!

God used him while he spent time in prison!
He trusted God, and knew that he was with him!

I’m sure there were things that he didn’t understand.
But soon, God made him the #2 ruler in the land!

May this be a stern warning to me and to all!
Think about what temptation may cause you to fall!

Scripture says “resist the devil and he will flee from you!”
Run to God!  And allow his presence
 to surround you!

This society often encourages to “indulge” in sexual sin!
This is where so much heartache and misery begins!

Run to the Lord!  Seek his spirit to lead and guide you!
A way to escape temptation, he’ll provide for you!

Like Joseph, run from temptation as fast as you can run!
And lay everything at the feet of God’s precious son!

His love will sustain you! Regardless of what you’re “missing.”
So you too can receive HIS love
 and Godly blessings!

By Jim Pemberton


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Escaping Reality

You lie down
Your head hit the pillow 
You pull the warm blankets over your cold body
Your eyes quickly grow heavy and you fall asleep.
This is an escape from your life.
Whenever life if hard and circumstances feel unbearable you can always escape to here.
So this question arises 
What is more real?
A life filled with anguish and hate 
Or one that only exists in our minds but gives us that release to a better place.
So I ask again 
What is more real?
The feeling of security in this dreamscape
Or the hardships you suffer in reality?


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ADDICTED TO YOU by Collice Rodrigues

I wish to breathe my last breath in your arms

You’re the one to kill me with your charms

Everybody coaxed me to avoid you but no

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

 

This world is cruel it has always made me cry

You take me to heaven and teach me to fly

You taught me how to deal with my pain

Without you barren would my life remain

 

You take me to a different world as I hallucinate

And all the pleasures of life you begin to recreate

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

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

 

Your absence makes me restless it’s you I need

I am an addict and you are marijuana my weed

I got addicted to you that I intentionally chose

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

 

-Collice Rodrigues

11/11/2010


Details | I do not know? | |

do you

do u love me
      or 
do u care 

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

Do you
Would you ?


Details | Free verse | |

The skinny moneyed man returns

Mocking the rest of utopians,possesed of diathermy
the skinny moneyed man is vaccinated with noisy triumph.
He is going to massacre thousand souls again.
Fear came upon us with a smile of understanding
and drones decided to stay in concealment for months.

Nothing hurts like the truth gnawed by mice
as the despicable events stirred me to pity.
I cut my hair very closely but there was such a jam,
that i couldn't get in.
He tried to obscure the issue but his reason was clouded by hatred.

He squandered his money on idle pleasures,
"iam sorry if i have offended you",
made the punishement fit the crime
"here's a toast to our success",
using the sponge of sodomy.

The air seemed vibrant with the sweltering heat,
as the sphinxs of misery made my egoism full of vigilance
Skinny now holding a bag for me,trying to redeem
my sins.


Details | Senryu | |

Can You Help Me I'm Lost

lost and weary soles
looking for their better half
at Auschwitz bone yard


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Not What You Expected

I’m Not What You Expected I’m not the kind of person you’d expect to be. I have a lot of faults and sin deep inside of me. I’m not the kind of “Christian” that you had expected. In many of the churches… I’d probably be rejected. I’m not someone you’d invite over for dinner. I’m pretty much a “loser.” Never a “winner…” I’m not the kind of person that you would call a “friend.” I have so many troubles. I don’t know where to begin. I may not be any of these things. And so much more. Not the kind of person you’d allow through your door. I was told there is someone who is there for me… Someone who gives his love and mercy abundantly. I was told that if I come to him, and give him my heart. He’ll change my life completely. And give a NEW start! I was told that no matter my faults in this life I live. The son of God has the power to FORGIVE! I may not be the kind of person you’d expect to see. Desiring to be in a place called heaven. For eternity! Jesus is the one that I really need right now! I confess my every sin to him. And humbly bow… I come to you my lord. And worship your name. I’m so glad you're here right now... I’m so glad you came! By Jim Pemberton 10/31/11


Details | Free verse | |

Resting place of Mary Jane

Mary Jane was barely sixteen
When they locked her away
For talking very strangely
They readily declared that
she had lost her mind
This so called safe keeping place
Turned into her secret grave
Ninety seven years ago
This sad tale played out
Yet this sixteen year old child
still sadly roams in this place
This dark dreaded asylum
still hears her wailing voice
In the silence of the night
You might still catch her sight
Moving from room to room
Lost in an asylum of
Quantum and space


 Nalanti Goosen©2012 
 All rights reserved


Details | Imagism | |

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

A Sad Farewell

It's hard to know it's our time to go,
That next year we won't belong here anymore,
It's hard not to look back,
It's hard for us not to stay,
A teardrop falls from everyone of our eyes,
We'll miss the teachers, the lunches, and the fun,
Maybe we'll even miss the homework when we're gone,
One thing we're sure of is that this place has made us better people,
We won't forget this place when we leave,
We won't forget the teachers who taught us all we know,
This place and the people in it mean so much to us,
The main thing we learned is to always be ourselves,
With a last look back we'll take what we were taught,
and show everyone what we're made of,
We'll remember how we got to this point,
All the people who helped us get here will always be in our hearts,
We'll thank the lord and his son Jesus,
They let us be in this most magnificent place,
This place might not be as big as others,
But it was the place where we all met each other,
We'll keep all the special memories in our hearts,
and the people who made them special will be there too,
We'll always be friends forever no matter what,
We'll all be together again soon,
One last step till our time to go,
We all walk out with sad faces instead of smiles,
One last hug and a kiss on the cheek,
The last good-bye and the wery last glance, 
We cry as we all depart,
The sadness leaking into out hearts,
Farewell we say with our voices full of  sorrow,
Good-bye because we won't be back tomorrow


Details | Haiku | |

A street kid

On the wide footpath
A street kid was calling God
Recklessly for food!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Forever is really never

Remnants of the past cast shadows on his points of view an attractive conversation with no literal honesty Pained at the cause those scars that remain Those lies on your breath smelled of raw sewerage Tears showed every crease where rivers flow my heart has melted in the middle of your road now requiring tow. I remind myself that everything ends badly or comes to a close though my hearts without resolve when your forever is really never when what I really needed was this lever to take your weight off my shoulders ~I haven't stopped growing~


Details | Narrative | |

All I Wanted

For years
I have always cried myself to sleep,
But that started after those bullies' words
Began to creep
Into my mind,
My optimism and happiness had become blind.
Making me think that I was always alone.
I seen how I was bratty and seemed to be happy,
But inside,
My inner sadness resides.
The tears that I cried
Were all about me wanting or needing
Someone to be by my side.
Every night
I wished for a less lonelier life.
Nobody could come over or sleep over sometimes
And I would be doing nothing
Except for thinking
About my life's meaning.
A close friend was all I've been asking for:
Someone who would talk to me everyday,
Even when the sky's grey.
Someone who would listen to me carefully
And comfort me later on in the day.
All I wanted
Was a true friend.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Lyric | |

Someday

“Someday”
Why is “someday” such a sad word?
When one like “never” is so much worse?
Why....why “someday”?

“Someday!”
Why is “someday” such a sad, sad word?
Perhaps the saddest one I’ve ever heard...
Why “someday”?

Everybody
has somebody
Except me, it seems
but that's not why I want to leave

So out of it
feel “out of it”
Never was in
can't find the way 

"Life’s one big bluff
Keep a straight face
Don’t let ‘em see your cards."

Yeah, life’s one big God-forsaken bluff
and I’m about to jump off

Someday, I thought you’d find me
Someday, I thought you’d love me
But someday ....
...someday......
someday NEVER CAME

“Someday,” they say, “You’ll find somebody.”
“Someday, you will be happy.”
“Someday, life will mean something.”
But someday I'll be SICK of waiting

Someday, you’ll see why it can’t be
Someday we’ll ALL be sorry
One day
sweet day
I’ll find my way 
out of this body.

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Details | Tanka | |

The religious leaders

We can’t depend on
The religious leaders
They don’t know the Truth
But they preach for their living
They are now commercial


Details | Rhyme | |

How Much Longer Will I Last

Will my life last, much longer?
What am I doing?  I began to wonder…

Many things keeps dragging
 me further down…
What’ll I do?  There’s no one around???

Many “things” have 
  a hold on me…
I cry every night…  I want to be FREE!

I’ve tried and tried…  But to no avail…
Just when I think I have victory…  I fail!

I’ve read in scripture of a power
 I haven’t seen.
I read of a lord who
 can do ANYTHING!

I’m going to give him a try! 
 I’ve nothing to lose!
I’ve been so hurt, worn out and abused!.…

To you, dear Jesus… 
 I confess my every sin.
I can feel your love
 from deep within!

Thank you Jesus! For giving
 me a joy I never knew…
I don’t know where I’d be if not for YOU!

You’ve brought to my life
 a peace I never had.
For all you’ve done for me.  I’m so glad!

Won’t YOU give your burdens
 to the one, I call friend?
And experience the joy of being born again?

Please come to him now!  
Why not this hour?
And experience his life-changing power!

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | Prose Poetry | |

11009

11009
CharlaXFabels
HOW ROOD
They took a cart with four wheels scootered by me just to almost hit my foot they 
tried to run between the bus stop and the bench where eye was standing waiting 
for the bus just missing one that left me almost got the dust she flipped at me 
with her middle finger she had to knoe that eye was there she meant to make me 
feel bad so what she said he was not there at the stop yet  this old man found 
and scrounge is better than a gang and take this poem is for FOUND things 
sarcasm is lost inside a deep dark hole I don’t want to take it with me overheard 
and listened to the conversation all anew again in my imprinted memory as I 
pen,  this; ODE to rudeness,  eye have been told there is NO LAW against cell 
phones or decent public conversations Its hard to see he is my poor brother eye 
keep my own needs simple and eye travel light, 
And keep all of Egypt on my back, but some people need the even more security 
a four wheeled   
Shopping –cart can afford them the demonic teachings of the classroom just 
made me realize that eye would leave my education in the great wastebasket of 
the sky eye would learn some other thing eye would leave the classroom without 
thinking never embracing death and the mark of the rejection of the lord the 
millennium mark the 666 mark of the beast called SATAN.
Rood        rud - Show Spelled Pronunciation [rood] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA 
Pronunciation, 
–noun 
1.	a crucifix, esp. a large one at the entrance to the choir or chancel of a 
medieval church, often supported on a rood beam or rood screen. 
2.	a cross as used in crucifixion. 
3.	a unit of length varying locally from 51/2 to 8 yards (5 to 7 m). 
4.	a unit of land measure equal to 40 square rods or 1/4 acre (0.10117 
hectare). 
5.	a unit of 1 square rod (25.29 sq. m). 
6.	Archaic. the cross on which Christ died. 
________________________________________
[Origin: bef. 900; ME; OE rōd pole, crucifix; c. G Rute rod, twig ] 
Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)
Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 
2006.


Details | Free verse | |

A HARSH REALITY

Too many children have had to grow without ever having a parent to know.
Ran through the foster parent system,with no one ever asking them.
And what occurs when they get some bad ones,beatings,isolation,sexual assaults done.
Then growing up and living with what occured,their conscience telling them this is absurd.
So they go through life being afraid and believing that those who hurt them must be obeyed.
It truly is a sick circle they must live in,and how this affects others is truly a sin.
So we must try to get them through this and most times it will be hit and miss.
But someone must be there for them,to ask those crucial questions where and when.
For if they never release that pain inside,they will always surely run and hide.
So "PLEASE" dear LORD! Set there evil free,and when they've released their pain could we 
then work on me.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #261 / Human nature

Human nature, human nature
why must
human nature
be
so


Details | Free verse | |

Somewhere Between Wedded Bliss Street and Family Man Drive

Don't fear me.
My problems are 
not contagious.
Years ago I was 
like you.
My home was beautiful.
My family was everything.
Somewhere between 
Wedded Bliss Street
and Family Man Drive
I took a wrong turn.

It's not as easy as you think
to turn back around.
'Just get a job! '
is as simple as 
answering the 'Meaning of life'.
An address is needed for a job...
yet a job is needed for an address.
Without one or the other
where is the hope? 

You think I look 
frightening.
Maybe if you actually saw me
you would see that
I look
frightened.

I don't want a handout
but I'm in no position
to refuse it.
I need your help, 
your compassion, 
your faith, 
and your friendship.

I can get myself going
in the right direction again.
All I need is a little help
while I round the corner.
Then watch me fly.


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

I Didn't Think So

Who said that you could decide my life for me?
Did i grant permission for you to choose?
Who said that you could make my decisions?
Did i let you decide what i lose? 

You came along and just thought,
That i was easy, too raw,
But I'm telling you now,
I'm like nothing you've ever seen before...

Who said that you could say those things for me?
Did i give you any right?
Who said that you could do that to me,
And i wouldn't put up a fight?

I'm telling you just one more time,
Just making sure you know,
Did i ever say you could bully me?
I didn't think so...


Details | I do not know? | |

Daily Thoughts of a Broken Heart

Awkward moments fill the air; 
they trouble me when I sleep.

Behold the wonders of the great, 
killers and murderers of all kind.

Catch them we will the officer says, 
but forget them we will and go on.

Dying are all the people around you, 
sooner or later it will be your turn.

Enthusiasm, enthusiasm, oh that’s all so great, 
blood and violence tastes so sweet.

Fetch the demon in your dreams, 
or forever he will haunt you.

Glitter and fame, they are all that, 
they’ll pay with their life to witness.

Hate and misery powerfully rule, 
the people of this town.

Insomnia will keep you awake, 
yes; your past will haunt you.

Janitors of the rich and famous, 
get a little tap on the back.

Killing love all around the world, 
leaders now feel safe.

Let me lie here hopeless, 
I’ve lost all energy to fight.

Martyrs of our time are heroes, 
but count them on my fingers I can.

Night and day shiver cold, 
the sun has run away.

Oceans and seas have dried up, 
but our tears will replace.
Power sought by the entire world, 
the same thing that will destroy them.

Questions raised that have no answer, 
how sweet is confusion…

Rest my friend, it will be better soon, 
as soon as we are all dead.

Sanity has forever disappeared, 
along with thinking minds.

Tragedy of all kinds; 
the deaths and betrayals.

Undo all your mistakes?
Now it is too late.

Venomous poison in our drinks, 
to brainwash our innocence.

Warriors die for the wrong causes; 
it is all but a silly waste.


Xenophobia of all races, 
we will kill, kill, and kill.

Yowl out your sorrow, 
it is all you can do.

Zigzag thoughts run through my head, 
as wars come and go.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Verse | |

The Inhuman Race

Yearning, wanting, dreams and desires,
Lust in our eyes, burning with fire.
Rebuilding ambition in every man,
Casting aside what we don’t understand.

Taking for granted things oh so small,
Attention to detail no problem at all.
Gain, greed and wealth, wanting so much,
Headlong too eager, always we rush.

Advice never headed, its such a chore,
Arguments, crime, murder and war.
Easing our wanting anyway at all,
Living a riddle without metaphors.

Innocent children turned septic inside,
Witnessing atrocities through uncaring eyes.
Lullabies forgotten, long laid to rest,
Living life in doubt, through the pain we infest.

We don’t cry with meaning, enough any more,
Our reasons are selfish, goodwill’s out the door.
We are strong enough to care, much more than we do,
To make that difference to me, them and you.

The world won’t stop turning; its purpose is to spin,
Time ticking by, we end then begin.
Hurt, pain and suffering we can no longer face,
Brutal beings us, are we proud of our race??

©.L.Kelly


Details | I do not know? | |

Demolished

I’ve never hit rock bottom so hard.
I got up but it feels like I’m still sitting down.
I’ve never felt pain so bad
To the point where I just can’t function.
The memories I can’t seem to erase
They replay in my head constantly until I’m in tears.
I’ve never had my heart broken so bad
That just picking up the pieces crumbles in my hands.
I’ve never felt so alone.
That even while you hold me
I can’t feel your arms.
I’ve never been so depressed in my life
That even a psychiatrist don’t know my diagnosis.
There is only one way to go but up.
But my ladder keeps sliding down.
I run, jump, skip, hop.
Defeat lays on my breastplate.  


12/23/12


Details | I do not know? | |

the thought of loosing you

lastnight i cried
i cried so hard i almost died

i had the thought of loossing you 
and i didnt know what to do

Yesterday seemed so tough
because i had treated you so rough 

i hope you can accept my apologies
and this time im saying please

i love you and i dont want to loose u


Details | Free verse | |

The methadone girl

She could hardly drag himself along,hovered between life and death,
so frozen that her hands are insensible to any feeling
and atrophied heart works only for the casual trade.
Plucked at hair with rage as these morning habits die hard,
spiting blood,residues of the night before.
You toiled in vain because you think you've met her several times
and your soul finally realized your ambitions.
But she is the methadone girl.
The cheap shoes worn out,trampled underfoot by the crowd,
wasted by the long illness,languished from indifference.
Dice with her life everyday,the perspective of sadness,
gain nothing or something in her mind,
watching you to keep your reputation free from all slurs
The drainage happened at the age of eighteen
only dent in her pride was forever.
Fool her with promises,exchange arms and legs with money,
skin burns easily so be an animal,defy the pressure-gauge.
Rolling on souls again.
Overawe us into the silence.
The silence of methadone.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dedication to Bruce Cummings Jr.

There was a poem that tugged at my mind,
Things I have thought time after time.
When I was at my lowest,as deep as I could get,
Way down at the bottom is where I thought I set.
But then I looked around,seen some things I never seen,
Alot of other people have been stuck there in between.
I cried and pleaded for help,none was to be found,
And the more I cried and pleaded,the further I went down.
But then it hit me,I was living by others expectations.
So I did an amazing thing,I altered the situation.
I started living for me,lifting up my pride,
Not caring what others thought,I started living inside.
I still loved my family and all of my friends,
But living to their expectations,thats where it ends.
Money,greed,and possesions,thats what most people need,
But it's the human race, that really plants that seed.
Alot need to live like kings and be invited to the ball,
If thats what it takes to live,I guess I never lived at all.


Details | I do not know? | |

Rambled Wording

Lives are lost
Souls are caught
All because of
one man's plot.

The cries
And pleas 
That pierce through 
The night.

Life planned out before
My birth;
Nothing I could say.

The blood 
Of innocent children
Falls.

His father was
Here before.
He told us
What he had in store.

There is no peace
In this land
Of hope and freedom.


Details | Rhyme | |

This Brother Told Me GO AWAY

I knew of a brother, who told me; “Go away!” Throughout the years, he had nothing to say! Perhaps I should put a trophy up on his wall… It would read: “1st place for not giving his brother a call.” I’m not sure if it was something I did or said. It’s almost like he “wishes I were dead.” I wouldn’t want to be walking in his shoes! It’s him. Not me. That’s going to lose! Is “cutting someone off,” really our place? Especially those who’ve received God’s grace? Should a trophy in your home be displayed? Has God’s love in your life been portrayed? Rather than trying to give someone a “shove.” Why not take time, and show him God’s love? God’s love speaks louder than 10,000 words. Especially to the many who haven’t heard! Is there anyone whom you refuse to say; “I love you?” I pray that the love of Christ will reach you! Being an example of Christ needs to be our goal! His eternal peace and love needs to fill our soul! If you can’t forgive... You’ll neither be forgiven! Who is the Lord… Of the way you’re livin’??? By Jim Pemberton


Details | Elegy | |

Sketch

 To make a new experience,
once I thought to walk down my home,
from Esplanade to Tollygaunge….. 
 
I crossed the Chowrungee
& walked down the foot of the Grand,
I saw an oldman to his daily daydreams',
eyes to the heaven - and hands to the earth,
leaning there to the marble pillar beside the Bata-showroom.
I crossed him and hundreds passed by,
thousands looked at him
and rest, running to the new market's new brand.
 
Little further I went…
infront of the Indian Museum,
there I saw a woman, with her child in the warmth of her arms,
sitting there crying for her life and praying for her child,
but, none looked down to the present,
rather, eager to know the legends,
and hundreds came out by the history;
rest were still in the museum,
in the future through the time machine.
 
I went on, walking down by the foot,
crossed the road and  further a two minutes of walk,
as I headed to the Victoria Memorial Hall-
the beautiful marble palace and its calm surrounding,
there the couples making their day, and ,
one making a sketch of that beautiful marble architecture,
but, none could make a sketch of that little baby's heart…
who's clothings were only his naked body,
crying for little shelter and thirst for mother's breast milk. 
He was born to make a new life,
and he's lying there for someone could sketch his lost life.
 
I realized then ,
what I thought of an experience to walk down to my home,
from Esplanade to Tollygaunge,
is an experience to make a sketch….
of the real life,
 in Kolkata.


Details | Free verse | |

Truth or Acting 10-13-08

im all alone...
yet i have a multitude of friends
and loved ones surrounding me...
its depressing, really,
the life i lead.
family fighting...
friends fighting...
everyone fighting...
they hide it all so well,
the pain they're always in.
the pain they've been in
for so long they don't remember the last time they
weren't. They're like actors
and actresses, the way they hide it so well...
unless you knew what they're
going through, it's like they're
leading perfect lives...but they
aren't. They once did but they don't now and probably never will...
it's depressing, really.
the life i lead.
the lives they lead.
depressing...


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Last Supper – A Winter Sonnet

I spit the words you made me eat, and then
they land on you as there you stand aghast –
You cringe and stare at what you said; thick phlegm
bedecks your face, a white-hot, slimy blast.

They left a taste, a bitter paste of hate
and painful anger. Tongue to teeth, I fled
the room and slapped the twisted hands of fate
from off my neck as choking life-breath bled.

I tripped, you screamed and tried to grab me back –
Too late for that, and now we fall apart.
The precipice is yawning, grim, deep black
and down I plunge, my ending and my start.

The forge of stellar flame blows hot, then cold
as melting, sculpted frozen wings unfold


Details | I do not know? | |

World we live in

Down the street there was a man killed today,
In this house a little boy ran away,
A funny world we live in?

In this alley a gang raped a young teen,
Down this walk way,people never heard the scream,
A funny world we live in?

Under this cardboard a Vietnam vet sleeps,
Down this road a crazed killer creeps,
A funny world we live in?

In this bed a child is born this day,
Do you want him to grow in a world this way?
Not a funny world we live in?


Details | Blank verse | |

OUR HOUSE MAID'S DAUGHTER

I looked one more time at the scar
on her pretty forehead.
Our house-maid’s sweet little daughter.
She is just four years old.

Endured many scares and black scars
along with mother, so bold
facing tantrums of sot-father.
She is just four years old.

Today came she with news to share.
With puerile fervor told
“Becomes bride my father’s sister!”
She is just four years old.

“He is as strong as a wild boar
good groom; not a drunkard.”
Shocked; saw those deeper inner scars.
She is just four years old.



Details | Free verse | |

Sobrieties Wall

Countless tales told across the sobriety wall
names and dates,memories and remembrances
marked in the here and now upon the white brick wall.
Most sobering to look upon
more so when comprehension is awakened
by the meaning within the words.
To understand the everyday evils
those upon the wall have faced when dealing with drink.

Death to some a most blessed relief
to others,the torments lived everyday can mean
that rock bottom comes more and more frequently
...with each passing day.
To block out ones most painful memories
...the hoped for end.
To dull the pain felt,whether
...real or imaginary.
To appease the demons harbored within
so to quiet their restless destructive nature.
This and so much more is sought after by those
whose lives have been in constant battle with the bottle.

Words of encouragement/sadness to remember
...pain, joy, regret!
all expressed upon the wall.
The spaces fill rapidly at times, slowly other times
colors upon the wall help to tell the stories
some colors most vibrant, some most somber
dull and lifeless like the lives expressed by the 
...very ones who painted them.
One thought, the line most poignant
...and noticed above all others!
"Never give up hope".
Are words to remember and to live by.l


Details | Senryu | |

Long Summer Days Soon

She had a baby
today.  She's only sixteen.
Long summer days soon.


Details | Epic | |

A Sisters Love By PjWilliams jim and Jack Oslager

(POEM ENTRY)
                                 A SISTER'S LOVE

THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE
SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE
TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU

FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY
BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE,  NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY
I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE,
THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY

Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music  
320 S  3rd Street
Oxford  Pa 19363
215 901 3073 cell



Details | Light Poetry | |

Fish Food

Junior High right?
YES.
Stop feeding my fish.
They are not hingry.
I fed them the real stuff,
Not the fish food u feed my fish.
They don't like that fish food.
It tasted bad,
They dont like you,
Stop feeding my fish that drama you like to call fish food.
Its not food its drama and it needs to stop.
It hurts my fish.
It hurts me to see my fish like this.
You make them cry.
That fish food is expired so stop bringing it up nobody wants it.
My fish are full to the rim.
Drop it and stop feeding my fish,
with your fish food i call drama.


Details | Free verse | |

Insecurity Flashback

All carefully constructed self worth is striped away
As the laughing voices breach the wall and
Tear away my identity. 
I am a gangly, awkward teenager—
	A giant in a fairy world.
I am a depressed, needy cutter,
	Sucking the light out of all conversation.
I am a dumb, useless klutz—
	A mountain troll in Hogwarts
	A blond tripping over her Chihuahua.
I make you laugh in incredulity
Then fade to the outskirts of your awareness.
I am vulnerable until your casual glance.
With no where to run from your half-hearted bullets
I die a little more to myself.


Details | I do not know? | |

Words

as soon as my back is turned,
it starts.
Those cruel, harsh whispers,
None of it true.

They try to keep their voices low
Not low enough.
I hear snippets of conversation
full of hurtful nonsense.

No wonder I want to leave.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Life Of Abram's Nephew Lot



From the Bible, there’s a
Story that’s taught…
The story of Abram’s
 nephew Lot.

There was a path for Abram
and Lot to choose.
But Lot was the one 
who really did lose.

He chose to live in Sodom!
Filled with wickedness and sin.
Grieving the heart of God once again!

God’s angels came, and led him out!
Before fire destroyed the city throughout!

To live in this city was his choice!
 His own fault!
Later, his wife turned
into a pillar of salt.

Please watch where you go!
And what you say!.
You’re called to represent Christ every day!

Evil company corrupts good morals!
Your spiritual life will rot!.
Please don’t live a life of compromise!
As did Lot!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Paltry Society

Whilst we claim ourselves
a civilized, caring 
and enlightened society,
a mortally wounded dog
lies unattended
on the side of a road,
as her distraught
canine companion
remains helplessly, yet devotedly
by her side,
exhibiting a level
of sensitivity and compassion
that far exceeds
that of those
who regrettably have
ruthless command
over the entire animal kingdom.
 
Yes, in all our pitiful glory 
we dare claim ourselves
superior to these creatures....
how contemptibly mistaken we are.

How painful and disheartening
to powerlessly observe
such callousness and indifference,
and how terribly dispiriting
to acknowledge myself
as one who is
reluctantly, yet unavoidably
part of a legion
that so brazenly owns
such apathy, depravity and disgrace.

Camille Rose Castillo 2012


Details | Epigram | |

epigram #1

Here lies Lady Truth.
I would not weep so,
were she dead.


Details | Free verse | |

They Fight,,, 10-13-08

they fight all the time.
they fight and it never stops.
they fight and it never gets better.
they fight and it always gets worse.
they fight til they're blue in the face.
they fight til i can't stand it anymore.
they fight and i cry cuz there's nothing i can do.
the fighting and the crying never stop.
there's nothing i can do but pray.
they're always fighting.
it won't stop.
they hide it so well...
the pain they're in...
it's like they've never fought before...


Details | Rhyme | |

I'll always protect her from you

You beat up your girlfriend because you are a brute.
I tried to send you to jail but your girl won't prosecute.
I'm a preacher but I won't marry the two of you.
If I did that, it would be a very evil thing to do.

It was a sad day when she agreed to be your wife.
I will not help you to destroy that poor girl's life.
Besides physically abusing her, you verbally abuse her as well.
How dare you expect me to help you make her life a living hell!

It makes me very angry when I see her battered and bruised.
I begged her to stay at my house but sadly, she refused.
Your girl is a fine lady who I've known for many years.
It breaks my heart when you make her burst into tears.

You will go to other preachers but I'll tell them all about you.
And when I do that, they'll refuse to perform the ceremony too.
I'll make your girl see the truth if it's the last thing that I do.
I'm a servant of the Lord and I'll always protect her from you.

(Even though this is a fictional poem, many women need protection from domestic violence.)


Details | Free verse | |

I Met you in your Story

I met you in a story long ago
Between the pages of a book
I found you there, pouring your heart onto the paper
It was a mixture of tears, blood and flowers
The blood fertilized the ground, 
Your tears watered it
And out grew the blossoms
They fell onto the starched white pages
And became letters
Sprinkled with periods, commas and exclamations
Lots of exclamations.
And there in that leather-bound volume
I watched your life unfold
I saw the scars upon your heart
The gashes across your head
The sores on your body
And
I saw the light within your eyes.
I met you in a book you wrote
So long ago
And without even seeing your face
I knew you so well.
Strange
More of you was revealed in that book
Than could ever be told by your body.


Details | Bio | |

Alone and Empty

I'm feeling secluded and alone again
I'm lost in my tiny room
I'm in a grave without the funeral
It's my social pit of doom

How did life become so empty
Do I have a sign which is saying no entry
Maybe I'm to blame for this social suicide
Is this all part of life's rocky ride

I'm left with just me and my thoughts
Feeling all out of sorts
My own company is my worst enemy
It's sapping and wasting my energy
But I will never come crying to you for sympathy

My sheets will not become tear stained with blood
There will be no flood
I'm stuck in this mud
Is anyone listening
Is that understood
Or am I just misunderstood

Where are the shoulders on which to lean
I don't know what's happening
This must be a dream
So if you won't walk with me I will walk alone
Through my zone to find my throne

Why is it that inside I keep feeling so afraid
I fear this isolation which I have made
Has become so entwined on me
I've become my own worst slave and enemy

Living deaf dumb and blind is leaving me behind
It's getting me nothing which I try to find
My confidence is low, how do I strive on
I don't want to mess up anymore
I don't want to get it wrong

It's hard enough to believe in yourself
When you are not believing in me emphatically
I'm left with this loneliness enticing me sarcastically

And so I'm left alone and empty
In which it has gripped me
And it has stripped me down again
This destructive loneliness
It won't leave as my one true only friend


Details | Epic | |

Living Her Life

She sees the pains,
Which her native folk have gained.
She changed from a little girl
To someone who has always had the potential
To change her own little personal inner world.
As a child she never went through
What some other children of her people
Had went through themselves.

She used to never knew how the roots
Of all her people’s issues
Were and are so controversial.
Blessed was she, as a very young child,
For not knowing fully all the reasons why.

Blessed that she is and will always be
Full of feeling, and always quietly wondering “Why?”, 
Now she is filled with new knowledge and a developing sense of wisdom 
Within her own individual mind.
She is now what she had always
Envisioned and imagined before, since her elementary days.
She is (“I am...”) not entirely that same little girl anymore.
She is now one of the many of that particular kind.

Within her imagination is a longed 
Wanting of finally revealing 
The truths she has discovered and
How her people must change for the better.
Throughout her whole life, which she’s lived through so far,
She maintains a heart filled with feelings, 
A mind filled with knowledge
And a slight emotional immaturity as representation
That her inner child self is still alive on the inside.

Her inner and past child self (who was different from all the rest,
But was also similar to them when at their best).
Never truly knew how far she’d come in life.
(As of right now and forever into the future)
How she has grown and maintained herself
Is how she had made that (her) inner voice in her head and 
Had also long ago already acknowledged her true self.

She still stands in her own believing faith and faith in herself
And her lack of prejudice is what makes her naive thinking
Make her own days in her life far brighter than what others say
As they discourage her from doing 
Or trying to pursue something grand and part of a divine plan.
Even after times and tribulations involving doubting tremble.

Blessed she is for being so whole in her own presumed thoughts,
Blessed she is for logical thinking based on emotion and feelings.
Blessed she will always be, for Christ himself said to a woman
(who was suffering from something for more than 12 years), 
“Your faith is what made you whole.”
Now she thinks...
“Grateful and blessed I am, to the point of tears of joy and sorrow of how I used to doubt.
I now forever know what my life will be like beyond tomorrow.”


Details | Free verse | |

DECASTICH-THE WISEST ONE

Seeing others doing harmful things,
excessively drinking and using hard drugs,
I say this road is the wisest one
a very prudent individual could ever take, 
hoping that nobody will lay flowers 
on that spot, where a horrible crash may occur.
Perhaps I've been too cautious...
when it comes to save what I hold most precious,
not afflicting useless pain on my body;
only praying to God to safeguard me. 


This afternoon, I visited my niece Crystal in Elmurst Hospital,
as she and her four friends were involved in a bad accident;
the driver, who had a legal alchool level in her blood, crashed 
into a light pole last Sunday morning; were they all drinking?
That's a mere speculation, but this kind of behavior is common
among teenagers; Asia, the driver of the car, is into a coma slowing improving. 
Crystal has a broken leg and fractured pelvis, begging nurses for help; 
and she is in acute pain and can hardly breath. Elisabeth is on a respirator...
due to a blood clot traveling to her lungs; the other two girls have minor injuries.


What does it take for irresponsible drivers not to be under the influence....
avoiding the mourning of a dear one, or even losing their own life?
Not many folks will heed this message...until they face death,
and nothing can be done to prevent them from diying.
Trongs of visitors crowd the hall, to inquire about their condition;
they hear their agony and are unable to help...ah, if they ever could!
So will you take that path which is the wisest one to avoid a possible tragedy,
or continue defying fate until its awfully late to enjoy a full life?
Their parents are as helpeless as I, but our faith makes hope grow...
that these kids will finally understand that a second chance is not given to all.



This horrible accident happened in Woodhaven, Queens, NY on August 15, 2010.


Details | Quatrain | |

Pride and Prejudice

Roots of brothers’ enmity


Days of thunder rise
When skin and classes
Did society divide
Into angry masses.

Disabilitating pride
Of prejudice impasses
Bursting into fire
Erasing crevasses.

A powerful dynamite
Abolishing classes
In fatal crossings like
Those of sea lasses*.

Fire raced worldwide
In tragic menaces
Destroying empires
For their trespasses.

World yet divided
Historical enmity clashes
Rooting in the first crime
Abel and Cain’s buried ashes.

By CarolineCécile
March 2007.

* Sea Lasses is a metaphor for cruise ships like the Titanic.


Details | Haiku | |

The Claws of Satan

The claws of Satan
Clinched their honorable souls--
Demons laughed and clapped


Details | Rhyme | |

Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross, is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only he has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

So Many Times In My Despair GOD IS THERE

So many times, I have trusted the Lord…
Even though many things in life I couldn’t afford.

So many times, I would run to Jesus in times of despair.
Looking for someone to listen.  Someone to care…

So many times, I would tell God, I’ll live for him…
Only to be “tripped up” by another sin.

So many times I’ve grumbled and complained…
 Bitterness and unhappiness have been “substained…”

So many times,  I’ve tried to do my best.
Only to find myself, once again in a mess!

So many times, Jesus has been there to listen…
His blessings in my life is what I’ve been missin’!

So many times, I’ve read God’s word throughout.
And scripture tells me that God is what life is all about!

So many times, I’ve refused to 
answer when Jesus calls…
Yet my life seems to be “going over the waterfalls…”

This time… I’m going to let Christ “heal my wounded spirit ”
And accept mercy and love…  He’s willing to give it!

This time…  I need so much more of him,
 and a lot less of me.
For I once was so blind.  But now…  I can SEE!

This time…. I’ll allow Jesus to be the
 Lord of my life too…
And honestly tell him;  “Dear Jesus…  I sure LOVE YOU!”

This time…  I will follow him and seek to do his will…
His joy and peace…  In my life…  He shall fulfill!

This time… I am so thankful for this decision I made.
There’s nothing in this world, for Christ… 
 I would ever trade!

By Jim Pemberton  
 01/06/11


Details | Quatrain | |

Read Earth

Harsh beauty spreading far and wide
Mother's creation by nature's own bride
Iron grain canvas under bright atmosphere
Where arid, baked land meets water cool and clear

Streaming cruel heat reigns over all
Beating down on a land held in subjugating thrall
Parched artistry spreads over miles of land
Rocks, hills and animals, and course shifting sands

Fevered earth burns on an unshod sole
Trees give sparse shade to those who stroll
Along a path, that's been walked by few,
Over millennia past; now awash with soul's residue

Land red with iron and actions abhorred
With laughter and bitterness, with hope deeply stored
A vast stunning world, a back drop so grand
A future and history that's held in the land


Details | ABC | |

Beyond the blue

BEYOND THE BLUE

I am furious with you, my friend,
For many people around the globe went beyond the blue,
They indulged in drugs, to get a dreamy feeling,
In order to escape from the problems of their lives.

Even with overdose of legal drugs many lives did end,
Smoking is truly a slow motion suicide; and the abuse of
Cocaine, ecstasy and marijuana result in a slurred speech,
Distortion of vision, liver, kidney damage and ultimately death.

Even though alcohol beverage relieves fatigue,
It is its over indulgence that causes giddiness,
Blurred vision, distortion in perception of distance,
Suicidal tendencies and contribution to road accidents!

I am still furious with you, my friend,
Because many people went beyond the blue,
As a result of drugs and liquor abuse,
Now here you are, slowly passing through the blue!


Details | Free verse | |

Hope

Holy books says it all
You taught me how to crawl
This will never change
Never ends never fades
Dear God where you are?
Shattered piece of childish dreams
This will never change
Never ends never fades.

I can fight for all my life,
Not broken, not broken inside
Never be so frustrated,
Not going to commit suicide.

Fuc*ing faith will fall,
Mortals will stand tall
Hell and heaven are all the same
Live your life, don't die in vain

Only you and I can make 
A better world for tomorrow
Have faith in yourself
And wipe off the tears of sorrow

Make me scream, Make me cry
I'll never fail to try.
This night's has an end
No pain will remain


Details | Rhyme | |

What Do We Have In Common As I've Hit Rock Bottom


I wanted to talk--my life has hit "rock bottom."
You said; "No...we've nothing in common." 

I thought we did...we both go 
to the same church.
For some fellowship, I'll begin a new search. 

Many Sundays... My voice goes unheard.
While in your hand, you were carrying God's word. 

Are there others who'd spend 
a minute of their time?
Or am I just a shadow whom they would leave behind? 

I thought the blood of Jesus was our common thread.
What are we doing here? Are we spiritually dead? 

I hope that with me, you won't just "push aside."
Wasn't it also for me--that our saviour died? 

You meet different people every day.
How do you react to others
whom God brings your way? 

May God's Holy spirit convict you to spend
Your time with others-- not just those you call "friend." 

Being Christ' s example is truly a blessing indeed.
Reaching out to the hurting--those in need. 

This is where Christianity really starts.
When we reach out to the 
hurting and broken hearts. 

By Jim Pemberton



Details | Free verse | |

Song of Silence

My spirit rides on every mantra of life. 
Songs for God, 
mantram of love, 
mantram of pleasure.

As I depart, further 
I see one who´s blinded me, 
rhyme and melody seem to be 
burning my ears.

Song of sobbing souls; 
known to me, 
but only half of other men. 
I never heard them play it in America; 
the Senate, 
the United Nations 
or Human Rights Organizations.

The blood of the oppressed, 
Man showers in crimson! 
The bitten wives 
or the girl sold as an asset. 
Nobody hears the song, 
nobody sings a praise.

Can I take the journey on my own? 
Yes! 
I can sing by myself!

Can anybody hear me?


Details | ABC | |

The meat

A few toys were her trade standing on the side of the passage. Bearing the daring of a beginner she had being long hours frustrated. Seaming week enough a close forties male approach. Never looking at the toys he whisper at her ear. The toys were cheap but the girl choose to have no price. The man turned to go away. But what a price is to buy if you care for the one you wanted for party.! The girl looked down at the toys in tears wiping the edge of her sharp eye.


Details | Blank verse | |

Absence

A tune echoes from a room.
Makes me think of them and I.
Absence, my aggrieve.

A tune plays from a room.
Makes me think of him and I.
Absence, my yearning is against.

A tune heard from a room.
Makes me think of me.
Absence of my happiness.


Details | Quatrain | |

Party Pills

My heart begins to fail, 
My feet race along the ground, 
My body is drenched in a chilled sweat, 
I scream but don't make a sound, 

I feel my body tremble, 
As I frantically try to run, 
I can hear him coming closer, 
I hope he doesn't have a gun, 

There's a warmth on my shoulder now, 
I can feel his quickened breath, 
His rough hand connects with my arm, 
I can feel the shadows of death, 

All of the light has disappeared, 
More darkness has taken its place, 
My body's limp, worn out and weak, 
Death has finally won this race, 

But my soul lives on in heaven, 
To bring justice to those who kill, 
Vulnerable teenagers like me, 
By selling them party pills, 

I got given those party pills, 
To try with a special friend, 
Being a fool, I took a few, 
But death caught me in the end.

Copyright Kayla Yovich 2007


Details | ABC | |

WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN

WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN


As war is fought it takes charge 
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil 
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

Many things will forever change 
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy 
Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man, 
Religion, state and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred 
Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change 
And all who die are a token
Of the rage that must run it's course 
Before words of peace are spoken.

War I hate, though not men, flags nor race 
But war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die 
Then we're not fit to greet those who cry.

What distinguishes war isn't death 
But that man is slain by fellow man. 
Crushed by cruelty and injustice 
With his enemy's murderous hand.

War tends to punish the punishers
So the losers won't suffer alone.
The essence of war is but violence
Till the survivors come marching home.

Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right, 
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. 
Sometimes we survive, while others must die 
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz 
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game 
Without a shortage of those to blame.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick 
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene 
To help stop the savage from being so mean.

War is a hell we visit before death 
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. 
There must be a reason man destroys man
But why it is so, I can't understand.


By Tom Zart






 


Details | Quintain (English) | |

SOFT ORANGE BLOSSOMS

These soft orange blossoms
are more colorful and fragrant
than the velvety, wild roses...
hastily clinging to sturdy sunflowers' stems,
fretting a danger too real and so imminent.


His manly hands attacked her in an orchard of beautiful roses, 
and she left blood stains on those delicate, scattered petals...
who did hear the young virgin's painful cry,
subdued by the quails' loud twitter in the shady elms' branches? 
Some did, but continued to walk and let her die!


Her mother wailed under the weeping, embracing elms... 
they saw her child struggle and despair, but they couldn't help;
why did that brutal man raped her and beat her to death?
And what kind of punishment he deserves for that cruel act?
Wouldn't a just judge be furious and imprison him for life?


A light wind detached the soft orange blossoms from the branches,
and let them gently fall on her violated body to cover with dignity 
the purest and youngest blood spilled in the meadow of clovers;
God Himself cried from His throne, and sent His angel of mercy
to the sorrowful and lamenting earth, which had seen the eyes of innocence.  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Blank verse | |

the outer island

The Outer Island 

Small Island in a summer lake
And on a day of play 
Young people were slaughtered by
A madman posing as normal.

Another summer the island is
Full of wild flowers 
Whispering trees 
A requiem for those left behind.  


Details | Rhyme | |

Holocaust Day of Remembrance

Note:  Every year the government sets aside a Day of Remembrance for the 
Holocaust.  This year it is the first week of May.  Please share this with everyone so 
that none of us or our children ever forget.


They rounded us up one day in the rain
Herded us into a cattle-car train
We were just Jews, it was simple and plain
The pain – we must always remember

When the train stopped there were so many dead
Ushered into two groups, tears were all shed
Weak ones culled out and away they were led
That said – we must always remember

None of this ever has made any sense
Staying alive in good health our defense
We'd spend every day praying out by the fence
Consequence – we must always remember

At night we would gather and in silence we pray
Pray that we make it through one more day
What tomorrow would bring – no one could say
Today – we must always remember

Each morning we’d line up; they’d walk down the rows
Deciding who lives; deciding who goes
Each morning we’d pray that we weren’t one of those
God knows – we must always remember

And the stench in the camp from the ovens by noon
Reminded us all of our impending doom
Relief from this hell-hole could not come too soon
Repugn – we must always remember

There were thousands of us left back in the damp
In our bunks, in the ovens, or the cattle-car ramps
And surviving this ordeal left its own stamps
The camps – we must always remember

So each year we gather on Remembrance Day
To honor the loved ones who have passed away
And the horrible price that they had to pay
We pray – we will always remember


Details | I do not know? | |

Remembering Him

I can’t pay attention,
They have deprived me of my perception.
My nose hurts, my eyes are sore and my frown is painful.
In a room of people who never knew him.
So sadly only I’ve seen him in eighth grade.
I was the M.C. at his graduation.
He ran up to the mic. He thanked for the award.
“Thank you”, he said.
Everyday in my mixed grade class,
He would sometimes make everyone laugh.
I wasn’t close to him, but knew enough
From seeing him and his crew everyday.


Details | Couplet | |

The Mistress On The Hill

She liked her wine and cocaine,
The mistress on the hill.
She used it to dull the pain,
How good it made her feel.
He took her to all the dives,
She learned to love the flame.
It wasn't the best of lives,
But who was she too blame.
She loved her wine and cocaine,
How good it made her feel.
She used it to dull the pain,
The mistress on the hill.


Details | Rhyme | |

Guilty As Charged Try Jesus

Guilty As Charged? There was a woman caught in an adulterous act. Her accusers came after her with all of the “facts…” She came to Jesus. .. With a heart-felt plea. “Master….” “Have mercy on someone like me!” Jesus looked at her as she wept and cried. So many other things she had already tried. Coming to Jesus… She felt scared and alone… Jesus told her accusers; “You without sin.” “Throw the first stone.” One by one… They dropped the stones and fled. Rather than face the truth… They ran away instead… Jesus told the woman; “Your forgiven.” “Go and sin no more…” She was the meaning of what God’s grace was meant for. If you’re caught in a situation, with “no way out…” This is what the meaning of salvation is all about! Any “accusers” you may have, will quickly run and hide. When to Jesus you come… And have him “on your side…” Allow the master to cleanse your life this very hour… And experience the love of his life-changing power! He’ll take you in with his arms wide open. “You’re forgiven!” Will be the lovely words spoken! Be “caught up” in the savior’s redeeming grace… He’ll give you hope and put a smile on your face! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

hhatersx

watchha sayy too ahh hhata
iisx thhat hhata see yyahh lata
see hhatasx thhiink thheyy all dhhat
but thhey aiint nunthhiin but ahh rat
thheyy thhiink thheyy are kool
byy usxiinqq yyou asx ahh tool
hhatersx yyou can fall bac
juxx lyyk ahh piiece of tack
cuz iim not afraiid of yyou
nd yyou need to know dhhiisx boo
ii dnt know kunqq foo
but ii thhiink ii can beat yyou
dhheyy miite sxayy dhhat iimma lame
but at leasxt ii can be tame
nevahh dahh leasxt
yyou are not a real beasxt


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This Merciless City

In this merciless city,
There is no place for a love so true.
In this merciless city,
It is a crime to love.
Here, love is considered a taboo.

In this merciless city
A teardrop makes up for a desire.
In this merciless city,
Love is playing with fire.


Details | Haiku | |

The Gulshan Lake 2

The children of slum
Swim in the dirty water
Of the Gulshan lake!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Wonder of You

Seeing through the eyes of the misfit and lonely Hearts explode from the fear of it all Propelled by failure I shake with fright Wondering where will my head lie tonight? Under the clay or on top of your thighs? In a cold shallow grave our spirits arise Insides rot with the test of ones heart Craving and hunger, what kept us apart? Broken down by cancer's seclusion Casting out love born free of illusion Pounding out beats until the fat lady sings Leaving this place, forgoing his wings Who will cry for the suicide kings? Judge if you dare some comfort it brings Forget him we will, written off a lost cause Too close for comfort he’s broken our laws Who cries out for the suffering souls? Exhausted, defeated, never reaching their goals Torn apart by the presence of pride Their honor forsaken and ripped from their hide Pray for those who dream from above Their lives cut short by the absence of love Pray for me as I hold on to my last... Words for the wonder of you


Details | Quatrain | |

THE RAPTURE OF MANHATTAN

The entire island of Manhattan is being swiftly raptured
by a heavenly force, the Harbor is badly shaken...
it seems that Judgement Day has come as prophesied;
there Lady Liberty still holds her torch, before it's gone!


If this vision is true fiction, how awful the real event will be
with Lady Blind Justice and Lady Fairness with a set of scales;
they are standing on the terrestrial globe to warn the stubborn Human race,
which has contributed to this state of chaos...defiling morality and honesty! 


So terrified are the seagulls that called this haven their home, a real bliss;
the Big Apple's greatness has vanished from sight...like everything else;
Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the ocean, Manhattan's wealth 
is taken back by the Almighty to punish the evil ones, and reward the just!


Entered in Carolyn Devonshire's contest, " Phoenix Rising "


Details | Classicism | |

The Lesson

Try not to make such a fool of yourself in the presence of so many,
You'll get through this crazy life we live with few regrets if any.
   To say your sorry and you apologize and it will never happen again,
Will only be a waste of your time with your family and friends.
   Have no compassion and do not worry because nobody really cares,
Your  feelings inside and what makes you cry you can  not share.
   It's all wrong but it's alright will drive you out of your mind,
Don't let them confuse you if they misunderstand you at any time.
   Keep to yourself these emotions that are bottled up deep inside you,
If you dont and you let it slip there's no telling what they will do.
   Never do you lead but never do you follow just go your own way,
Do these things I tell you because you'll thank me someday.
   There is one last thing I must tell you before I head down the road,
Love , caring and understanding does'nt matter anymore now you know .
   This lesson I got one day when I cared and thought I should be concerned,
How wrong I was to have feelings like that and what I have learned.
TAC


Details | Free verse | |

Snow White

Take a bite
Of this shinny red apple called life
And tell me what you taste 

Is it the sick syrup of genocide 
Gone unnoticed 
Or the tangy taste of a thousand births to cover it up
Weighing life is a challenge 
Yours is worth as much as your country 
It seems 

Generations they scream with severed tongues 
We are the same 
Yet holy different 

So who is to blame 
For this indecent exhibition of 
Human 
Behavior 

This apple is rotten and I choke 


Details | Free verse | |

jump rope

there’s a curve 
at the end of every sidewalk 
did you know every block’s 
measured by the lazy way a rope
skips and ponytails itself down its own street?
my, how my rope bends
alongside that straight line
six inches above what you call a ‘curb’ under my knees
falling and rising under my feet


Details | Rhyme | |

Are You Tired Of Hearing the BAD News I Have Some GREAT News

Have You Heard the GOOD NEWS?

I get so tired of hearing about
 “the latest scandal…”
It makes me wonder; “how much
can this world handle?”

It seems like each day, on the news,
 it speaks of “another killing…”
Are these types of things really a part of “living?”

There must be more to life than
 what we hear on the news…
More to life than a cigarette
 or a bottle of booze…

There’s a simple message for
 us that must be heard…
The secret to true living you can
 find reading God’s word!

It reads; “all have sinned and 
fallen short of God’s glory…”
But wait!  This isn’t the end of the story!

His word also speaks of God’s redeeming grace…
This can be found anywhere.  And any place…

His grace can be found through
 Christ’ atonement…
His love can make you a new person… 
 This very moment!

His word also says; “where there was sin… 
 Grace did much more abound!”
A brand new life in Christ.  Today…  Can be found!

This GOOD NEWS can transform
 you by the power of the cross!
This is what this world needs…  That is dying and lost!

Spending time with Jesus is always
 time well spent!
May tomorrow’s news read; 
“Another sinner has chosen to repent!”

By Jim Pemberton 
 01/20/10



Details | Light Poetry | |

Do The Wah Wah

Wah Wah
       Ha   Ha

Jimmy
      Was  He

Overdrives
       Amplifies


High Gain
     Ear  Pain

Thumb Fret
    You  Bet

B . B. King
   Idol's Zing

Hall Of Fame
  Bears His Name

  Jimmy Hendrix
      But Buster Sticks


Details | Rhyme | |

Do You feel like You're Cursed

Do You Feel LIke... You've "Been Cursed?" Do you feel like "you're life's under a curse?" That things in life "just couldn't get any worse..." Do you feel like "everything's been taken?" You're all alone... And have been forsaken... Do you feel like God has "turned his back on you?" You don't know what "in the world you're going to do..." Do you feel like no one's listening to what you say? You don't feel like you can make it through another day. If you feel this way... I've good news to bring! Jesus is here now! Waiting to fix everything! Perhaps you feel like you've hit a "dead end." Jesus is one who is waiting to be your friend. Do you feel there's no real hope or a second chance? Jesus can change your circumstance! He feels all of your troubles, trials and pain. And is here now... Why not call on his name? Allow his goodness and let him restore your soul. He'll bring peace to your life and make you whole! Feed on his word... And let his spirit in. He'll meet all of your needs again and again! In God's direction is where your life needs to be leaning... For only he can bring true hope & meaning! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

A Mother's Pain

A single tear-drop trickles from her eyes…
as she looks for answers from the skies,
in the twinkling of an eye her baby girl dies,
without a chance to say goodbye.
A cry of pain, a wail of plea…
gave way to trembling knees.
Angry bullets faster than lightning,  
from emotionless men who are so frightening! 
Yesterday she was her bundle of joy…
now today she is no longer there to enjoy.

Her tears fall like rain…
as she moves motionless through the crowd,
her body numb to every touch.
Clutching onto anything to ease the pain,
she froze in the park and thought, this is the town
where the seed of my beloved child lies cold in the ground.
Her fragile heart protests with rage,
with flaring temper like a volcano…
she struggles as if trapped in a cage,
the pain is more than she can bear,
as she wipes away dried-up tears.

A beautiful rainbow…a symbol of hope…
colors her world in a magical way,
unveils sad joy, memories for her to cope.
A wild strand of hair creeps beneath sunburn hat,
she paused…If I could only turn back the hands of time
before they could commit such a heinous crime...
sadness shines inside her like the sun,
bearing grief as heavy as a  ton.
Familiar laughter echoes in the night...
hurts so deep, it cuts like a knife.

October morning as the leaves turn and fall,
every nerve begins to crawl…
her child’s blood cries out from the ground,
as she holds her belly before falling down.
Her cry roars like a thunderstorm… 
shattering windshields from a mile away,
rain red as blood under a masked sun
gave way to wounds that were crushed by the gun,
stirring up vast, deep pain, like a mild wild flame,
of kicks in the womb… which are now  silent  in the tomb.


Details | Rhyme | |

Man on the Moon

Man on the moon-
Why so sad tonight?
Do you see
all the world's plight?

Bombs are flying
there is no peace
As we search
for some release

The poor and weak
die of poverty
While others lounge
in the lap of luxury

Doors locked tight
criminals wander free
Living in constant fear
there's no security

Man on the Moon
that's why you're sad tonight
Because you see
us wallow in this plight.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Why The Teardrops?

Why the Teardrops?
Why the Pain?

Why the Teardrops?
Am I going Insane?

Why the Teardrops?
Why all of the Heartbreaks?

Why the Teardrops?
Was it all a mistake?


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Inebriated Platitude

Sign right here on the dotted line
where everything is almost fine
and sip the sip of brandied wine
a thousand biting berries.

Step right up and don't be shy
today's the day you'll almost die
Stop the clock to ask it why
finding the hands are mute.

Slow right down but don't be late
for you'll be sure to complicate
the winding road to stop and wait
sipping the wind indigent 

Pass right by and don't you cry
and we'll serve you a slice of sky
with brandied wine you'll wonder why
you ever can't be merry...


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The Other Woman

                              I can't help but take what doesn't belong
                                 Always it follows, temptation's song
 
                                    Never for love, only the thrill
                          Keep my world in motion, prevent the still

                                Picket fences were never for me
                           Entanglement in others I can only see

                        Every sweet moment we must truly embrace
                         At least, that's what I tell my mirroring face


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When I Needed Someone You Weren't There

When I Needed Someone… You Weren’t There! When I needed someone the most. You wouldn’t listen. You said; “There’s too many things in life I don’t want to be missin.’” When I knocked on your door. And asked you to pray… You said; “don’t bother me!” “Just go away!” When I was going through a hard time. I called your home. You really got upset. And hung up the phone! When I was at a very low point of much discouragement. Not once… Did you offer any kind of encouragement! I’ve thought about everything that has been said. At times, I wonder if I “was better off dead.” It’s almost like you wish “I wasn’t there at all.” You never talk to me. Or give a call. Should I attempt to call on the same Jesus, you claim to know? Would he listen to me… Or simply tell me to GO??? If I make an attempt to call on his name… Would he get upset like you? And complain? What do you suggest that I do? Especially that I don’t really have anyone else to turn to… Will Jesus turn his back on me… The way you did? Without any hope or meaning… I have no reason to live. I think I’m going to take the time, and ask Jesus to come in… Perhaps this is the way that I can really find a FRIEND! By Jim Pemberton 11/03/11


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The Stammerer



The prison cell has us held
with a power of it's own
no matter what we do
speak fast or slow we remain alone.
 
Even in spells of some fluency
it comes and attacks from the back
taking us in our complacency
So we are held by its attack.
  
We need take some consolation
there is always some other source
to supply us with what, you ask
to speak acceptably of course.
 
To speak acceptably what is that?
it's many things to us all
but we need to find this
if not, we'll just fall, fall, fall.
 
This body I have got
with a stammer belonging to me
but reality says its mine for keeps
So acceptance is the only key.

poetgord


Details | Blank verse | |

Statue

What is your perfection?
Is any of it actually real?
Perhaps I don't have styled hair,
and my makeup isn't very heavy.
I know the scars aren't nice,
and my clothes are very unique.
So I am not perfect.
Does this make me less than you?
Are you, the perfect statue, better?
So cold and so utterly heartless,
yet is is you that men pursue.
How can I ever compare to you,
a perfectly planned out sculpture?


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Street Smarts

There's a thing called street smarts I'm learning about.
Everyone seems to have them but I am without.

Do unto others before they do it to you.
This is their motto, it's all that they do.

I cringe when I see it, they laugh when they find
someone they call a sucker who is only being kind.

They bleed them to death then move on to another.
I guess they don't know, you should always love your brother.

They live life backwards, I guess they always will.
Look at live spelled backwards and you get evil.


Details | Free verse | |

you ask: What do you want me to do, so i say: Dont leave me 12-2-08

you say you're trying to save me

when in fact that will only kill me...


you say that i have no idea what is to come

when it is really you who doesnt know...


you say you never help me, only hurt me

when in fact you almost never hurt me and always help me...


you ask me what i want you to do...

i reply: "Dont. Leave. Me."


Details | Free verse | |

Do you understand

Why does everyone leave me
And never sticks around
Never helps me out
Always puts me down

Do you understand

I tell them one thing
And they're out the door
Gone for sure
Never to return

Do you understand

I wouldn't dot that
I can't do that
I got hurt hurt from that
Do you understand

Do you understand

Please come back
I just don't want you like that
I'm too young for that
You could hurt me

Do you understand

I can't do that
I might have a baby
I can't do that
I won't do that

Please understand....


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Liberian Sky

Harsh is the wind of Sahara,
Serrated by grains of dusty sands,
Stripping flesh from the bones of the dead,
Kalishnikovs gripped in their skeleton hands.
Child-soldiers trained as assassins,
Magazines slotted in like building blocks,
Smooth as silk, this gun never jams,
It musically clicks as the catch unlocks.
Itchy were the trigger fingers,
Calloused from teasing the guarded steel,
The psychopathy of poverty teaches
Kill what you can, kid, that’s the deal.
Dead lie the innocent children,
Dead as the sprawl of the desert terrains,
Conflict diamonds as payment
Fired Washington bullets into their brains.
Harsh is the land of corruption,
And black the nocturnal Liberian sky,
The blood in the moonlight drying
Seems equally black in the white of the eye.


Details | Rhyme | |

Those eyes

She puts Her lips (so soft and wet) upon the pipe of glass;
with a lighter comes a flame;
She takes a massive blast.
  The smoke does billow through the pipe;
   As She sucks it to Her lungs;
   It is then that all does change before the hit is done.

Now a creature of the night, she has but one desire;
Like a vampire seeking blood;
She craves the smoke of fire.
   Husband gone children lost, parents turned away;
   Daily wondering place to place;
   She has no where to stay.

Rushing to a hopeless end, she treats Her life as trash;
Giving pieces of herself;
To get a little stash.
   Dirty rooms and old hotels, She searches every day;
   Living life to hit the pipe;
   For her the only way.

For those of you who look and see; 
And offer other plays;
take one look;
 Then turn around;
  For She;
  Will never stay.


Details | Light Poetry | |

LONELINESS by Collice Rodrigues

He is not lonely who does not have anyone

He is lonely who is alone though he has someone

Loneliness never took away my shine

It only took the things that pretended to be mine

 

I have been sitting there on that dark bench alone

I have felt loneliness running like a shiver to my bone

It’s the most frightful feeling it’s frozen, it’s cold

The worst of your memories will it unfold

 

Loneliness is better when we choose it our self

It’s hard to accept when we get it by someone’s help

Loneliness can make you want to lie in your mothers arm

It can make you the only chicken in the poultry farm

 

Loneliness can make you desperate for a call

It can make you mad enough to talk to a wall

Loneliness can make you sick of living

It can kill your faith till you stop believing

 

Loneliness is like the night that slowly creeps upon you

Its victim is everybody it doesn’t even spare a few

Loneliness can make you crave for attention

It can steadily engulf you against your intention

 

-Collice Rodrigues

25/09/2011


Details | I do not know? | |

A Hollow Shell

a hollow shell
of tangled synapses
sparked into gradual madness
which drowns out the truths of the day
as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments
that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams
dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence
dreams that reached for pure love’s tender touch
dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive
what became of those fresh dreams and hopes
as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves
torn into shreds by time’s fine scimitar
devoid of the touch of raw passion
when all that remains of love is
a hollow shell


Details | Free verse | |

Odin's Birds/Walking the Wall

Pulled one perfect day from the heart of summer,
Went with my wife, the kids, a friend
Down to cruise the monuments
To study those menhirs we set for marking passage
Into collective memory.

We ascended the virile spire
Erected in honor of our ponytailed First Elect,
The children pleased to gaze out on a toy city below us.

We descended and walked down the long flat mirror of water
To where Lincoln, strong and sad in bronze
Sits forever troubled by his sundered nation
In his cool, dark, echoing vault.

Then lunch, and a visit to the commemoration of our most recent sorrow;
We cross over and walk the Wall.

     Row on row,
     Stark white upon shining black
     The rollcall of the dead processes by.

     It's crowded today, but no one speaks
     The silence here is a crashing thing that falls all around us
     As we walk and search
     Some for names, some for answers,
     Some for both, or neither
     Ourselves for I know not what.

And in the black
Flowing past the names, and names, and names
This perfect day hangs captured in its light:
Cotton clouds on blinding blue
Grass greener than new money
The faces of children, dogs
And a parade of young couples -
It all hangs there, flowing over the terrible list,
Reminding all how they should be here too,
Those not-so-long-ago lost.

But then, in a sense, they are here
And that's why the silence crashes so.

     58,000 empty chairs are here.
     58,000 phantoms,
     The Bad Conscience of a good nation.

     58,000 Not-To-Bes are here:
     Not-To-Be husbands, fathers, family, friends
     Not-To-Be Victories and Not-To-Be Dreams
     58,000 horrors of Loss.

In the midst of these shuddering reveries
My blissfully distracted 7 year-old son
Plucks a small, perfect feather off  the lawn,
As black and glossy as the wall itself,
And carries it idly along.



Once out, we stop to talk with one of the Fallen's many advocates,
A great Viking of a man who notices the feather
Who says right away,
"Ah, a raven's feather. Odin's birds, who bring him Wisdom and Rememberance."

I saved the feather, knowing what I do of ravens:
Those sombre, croaking birds,
First on the field after battle

I stroked its silky black and wished
Odin's birds would visit the common folk more often
And croak to us of Remembrance, and Wisdom.


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Aborted Babies


Aborted Babies…

Innocent life is being murdered each day.
While our courts say that it’s legal and “o.k.”

Women getting pregnant and maybe don’t understand.
The tragedy that’s happening all over this land!

Is this really something that many people have willed?
To have the unborn to be 
“torn apart and killed?”

Many are told abortion is the “best thing to do.”
But not knowing who else to turn to.

Government pretends to have an answer for this.
But it’s just turning into one huge mess!

Read the Bible and you will come to know.
The God who created you… 
Loves you so!

Jesus knew you in the womb!  
Your hair color and name!
He saw your body when out of your
 mother you came!

He saw your little heart the first time it beat!
And saw your mother the first time
 she tickled your feet!

There is never one unwanted person on God’s list!
You are precious to him…  
And are never missed!

He knows each life and every heart that’s beating!
And brings purpose, love and
 a TRUE meaning!

BY Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

America fallen

This,
 my trusted allies and friends,
  before the fall of tradition encompasses dedication to future trials.
Just another apology to the civil.
Ethics knows no bounds or condemnation.
Slivers of recompense entangle folly,
 greedily consuming heart-felt majorities of lies and rationality.
Logic determines national enlightenment.
Harsh reality gorges the life of fallen commanders,
 pushing past the past and clinging to the end.
Betrayers of Constance and Grandeur
 spit in the eyes of child-like morality and compassion.
Educate the mute to ensure mindless torture.

Fold the hands of the leper to crumble the hope of forgiveness.
Contemplate the existence of language,
 numbing the effects of pureness observed,
  laughing before gray-hairs with mocking triviality.
Show the truth of America.
Damn the weakened masses for profit or gain
 while trampling the dream long forgotten
  but rumored to strive.
God bless this collection of lost souls.
God bless the children cold and weak.
God bless the once open arms of Lady Liberty.
God Damn This Fallen America!


Details | Free verse | |

Sanctuaries death

Do you see the fractured mind?
Always solitude in any crowd.
Monologue conversation with ether friends.
Normals, gracious, to side-step confrontation.

This street nomad once had a home,
where soft cotton sheets
greeted a weary head.
Now yesterday’s man sleeps
with yesterday’s news.
Ikea packaging his castle.
McDonalds doorway his address.

Dining in suburbia; before the bins are emptied.
Breathing life into discarded cigarette,
~two drags, before fingertips burn.~
Begging barman’s dregs from beer tap overflow.

Habit deems he return to old haunts,
wandering desolate corridors.
Bed-side table, tombstone to the past.
Epitaph carved in the false wood.

A lost tear slips to the floor.

This legacy!
This tragedy!
This deception!
Where justice has no meaning,
and the backwards glance of integrity
is laced with daggers.

Liberal forces, wrapped in piety,
declared, in false ignorance, this sanctuary
for broken men; broken minds,
should be no more.
From the carpeted corridors of power,
inside their shielded wombs
a piece of humanity died.


Details | Free verse | |

Bullies

Invisible - Unwanted
Broken - Bruised

A life once so pure.

Now only full of fear.

Tunted - Teased
Hit - Aubsed

A life once so peaceful.
Now full of hate and anger.

Bullied by those who thought it'd be fun.
Chased by those who thought they could do anything.

A childs life, taken/stolen
Parents, never knowing of what's going on.

Until.

It's too late.


Details | Rhyme | |

Mama's Restuarant

Mama opens to doors to her restuarant
where the people dine on romance.
Leave food sitting on their plates,
forgotten about while they dance.

Leftovers get thrown away,
'cause Mama don't like beggars.
She chases the homeless every day,
be they drunks or unfortunate fellas.

Then she dusts her hands as she waddles inside,
trying to avoid contamination.
Pours the cat a saucer of milk
and prays for the homeless's annihilation.

Now Andy was a fella pretty down on his luck
all because of this global recession.
Trying to hold his head up and look people in the eye
but wilting in the tide of their aggression...

It's a snowy night out on the streets.
Andy huddles in the restuarant doorway.
slowly turning into ice, chattering teeth and purple feet
He hears no more what the people say.

So he sinks down to the concrete and 
slowly closes hopeless eyes.
Skin so cold he feels it's burning,
breathes his last and quietly dies.

Mama thanks God for her progressiveness
when she comes in later that day.
Kisses her rosary beads in thanks
that another useless hobo's gone away.

Concerned about some minor sin
she asks God for forgiveness.
At the same moment Andy's soul arrives
and thanks the Lord, with tears, for his deliverance.


Details | Blank verse | |

female alcoholic

Female alcoholic 
  
On my evening walk, in my town, I ambled
past a bar and heard a familiar laughter; 
there she was in full flow surrounded by
men who plied her with drinks thinking she 
was easy. Heavy make- up to hide ravages 
of years and abuse . In the bar´s dim light 
she looked almost young and eye-catching.
None of the men had seen her as I had seen
her in the morning, mascara running, tears
shakes, begging for a drink to stop tremors.
Promises to stop drinking tomorrow when 
things became settled… always tomorrow
When she saw me, got up and waved I ran
like a fugitive on slippery stones, a coward,
yes, but living with an alcoholic…impossible.   


Details | I do not know? | |

City Life for The Masses

The loo enters during summers,
The chill penetrates in the winters
 
The ceiling leaks during monsoons,
The mosquitoes sting like harpoons
 
Came to the city with many dreams
From the lands of plains, valleys & streams
 
Came to the city, to earn a living, with wishes
The mirage of untold, unforeseen riches
 
(The City) Pulled them into its greedy claws,
Hiding it’s own weaknesses, it’s flaws
 
What have they become here, now?
Forced to make their heads bow,
 
As a driver, sweeper or domestic help
Confined to their lowly class, like a slave’s whelp
 
Ridiculed, raped, beaten, manipulated
Was it in their fate, to be cheated?
 
Were they not happy, in their valleys, their farms?
What drove them to the city, in great swarms?
 
Will they ever go back, escape?
Or will the city life forever hold them agape?


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9Ninety0

 9Ninety0 
9Ninety0 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
 
On SUNDAY 
 
ADAYOFOURLORD 
 
 When judgement come what will you say can you tell the JESUS 
what you done in just one day eye left some fish upon the way then left my bed to 
gather more than eye can eat for eye am blessed my heart is full of love for 
people eye have never met and strangers yell at me from van and make me cuss 
and curse and hate yet the things eye found was blessed a cake a homemade 
cake remember LORD when we ate the cake eye found it in the city park on that 
SUNDAY when the man in the van rolled his window down he yelled screamed 
growled at me so cartoon of a character so rubber legged he would not stop near 
me for eye was mad at THEE for letting evil men get near me they rob me of my 
grace more needed now on SUNDAY as eye sit and feed my face eye will not go 
further with embellishments and lies intended just to sell a story to the men who 
drive the van and bother men with hate for eye found some extra clothing and 
added it to mind for there was no one there in the park today just laying on the 
ground eye passed the beggars sides with full larder laid as eye did not even lay 
it down eye hope they have an empty cup of alcoholic stop eye began this day 
without a fish but now my bags is hard to carry a brand new hooded shirt upon 
my belly my jacket getting heavy my cake and coffee is so nice please KISS mye 
lambea wherever she is at a smile upon her face for eye and love and grace on 
SUNDAY. This is CharlaXFabel number NINTEY. 



Details | Epitaph | |

A CHERRY PIT

              Time continues flowing
             but very little changes
             besides location; there
             have been no provocations 
             nor much rain for even grain

             Life with out emotional pain
            would be better if there was
            somewhere to go every day and
            someone with whom to share it
            preferably with out having a fit

             Except for being happy this day
            or even once and awhile how can 
            I not sometimes feel as if a cherry
            pit that has fallen into grits?


Details | Free verse | |

I Die By the Hour

Curled in this dank alley,
floating in this sea of blood.
Heart quickening, trying to 
stop my soul escaping.
Two warm wet circles, 
kissed upon my chest
by hollow jackets.

Cold, alone, staring at the clouds
play tag with the stars.

How long has it been?

I heard the nine-o-clock train,
send earthquake vibrations beneath me.
Taking late night office workers
home to gin and tonic respite.

I saw the ten-o-clock shadow
explode to life on graffiti wall.
Birthed from cascading neon.

I could still sense my legs then.
Now all is numb.

Tunnel vision drawn
to the cat preening itself,
sat like my guardian angel,
high on the fire escape,
waiting for its masters call.

Yesterdays newspaper,
blown from its resting place,
drapes across my face as if
to shield me from deaths embrace.

I couldn't brush it away even if I tried.

Eleven-o-clock; O'Malleys closes,
~always eleven on Tuesdays.~
Faintly, George complains, as he always has.
I wonder was I missed?

Slower now; heart falters in its work
much less blood to push around.

Twelve-o-clock comes; all is quiet
I no longer hear my heartbeat.
Although my eyes are open wide,
I no longer see the shadow.
Even my guardian angel has deserted me.

Twelve-ten : I died.


Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled

I wish I could 
Go back to being five.
When life was easier
And every thing was 
ABC’s and one two three’s.
Now I’m older
Constantly 
Getting caught up 
Into lies and deceit.
Little did I know
That even the sweet ones
Will come and go.
And I hold on
To where I don’t belong.
Reaching out for a hand
That isn’t there.
Resting my head 
In the depths of despair.
03/01/09


Details | Burlesque | |

MISERABLE THIEVES, YOU ARE BEING EXPOSED!

I received a letter from Toronto,Canada...
stating that I had won the De-Lotto North
American Sweepstakes in the amount
of $ 150,000.00 US dollars! Oh, I went bananas!

So I called the office line with much surprise:
1-416-939-8265 and a gentlman,
with an accent, answered the phone;
I asked him if the winning was real,
and he replied," Of course it is! "
I thought to myself, " It sounds like a scam! '
 
This morning, my bank returned
 the forfeit check to me,
with a return fee of ten dollars;
and I was furious and mad
to have fallen for that scam!
But the good news is:
they didn't get any of the money,
the tax amount of $2,850!
Cringe your teeth,
you miserable thieves:
you are being exposed
by someone who's fearless and outraged!

Today, I have sent an e-mail
to the fakecheck.org in Albany,
telling them about the scam letter...
alerting the other would-be-victims anywhere,
so they don't go singing to their bank;
I hate to see them cheated out of their money! 

These unscrupulous people, stealing your identity, 
should be persecuted to the full exent of the Law,
and when they're caught, I like to be in the judy's row:
I'll stare at their deceitful faces and read the verdict loudly!

Mr. Greg Peters And Brian McDonald,
whether your names are real...
and wherever you are right now:
remember, you can defraud others...not me!


Details | Lyric | |

Sexual Assault by Women.

Dare you trick him? Dare you violate him?
And then you get no karma, and it leaves him grim.
You took advantage, you broke his ego.
You restrained him, you took away his ability to protect himself.
You took away his right to refuse.

And society forces confusion, ridicule, humiliation, and lack of sympathy they deserve.
But if I ever see you I'll make sure justice is served.
Because of society men allow this to happen because they believe that your violation isn't
possible.
But the thought that a female cannot be aggressor in itself is impossible!

You sick, sadistic, cruel vermin.
You violent animal.
You rapist.


Details | Free verse | |

Me in December

me in December is missing. 

i am found at all other times of the year

but right now...everything is severing

coming apart in little pieces falling to the floor. shattering i am deaf to it.

you are smiling, buying, giggling...drinking singing

contemplative i sit watching...waiting, just waiting 

green red, red green...snow topped mountains

it means nothing...when you cant feel it that false warm excited feeling that 
comes with the holiday. it means nothing to those who cannot hear the music 
coming from your heart. 

it means nothing to someone who is looking for more then it is meant. me in 
December is in mourning

i am missing...


Details | Rhyme | |

A Glamorization of Filth and Wickedness


As more perverse lifestyles are glamorized on t.v. I wonder what kind of country this is going to be? You’ll often find on the news interviews of various kinds… Entertaining more garbage to “dump” into our minds! The garbage and filth they’re often promoting…. They think this same kind of life, I should be “enjoying?” There’s something very wrong with this picture! I don’t need the news to give me a “moral lecture!” This may sound old fashioned and absurd… It’s time we all come back and obey God’s word! It’s the word of God! Not the news, we need for instruction! Without God’s truth in us, we’re headed for destruction! God still loves you very much! And he hasn’t forgot… You’re always on his mind, and his thoughts! He’s what you need to focus your attention and depend on! He is someone who’s faithful, and you can count on! Won’t you walk away, and leave the filth behind you? And allow God’s love and mercy to reach out and find you? He will never disappoint you! With a brand new way of living! An abundant life with peace and joy…. Is what he’s giving! By Jim Pemberton UNSUPPORTED CODE


Details | Rhyme | |

I Can't But Weep

This was written for a very close family member who had lost his way to drugs. I am so 
proud of him now, a few years later he has a family, a job and has a strength that many who 
have been in the situation he was in, sadly do not have. I sent him this poem when he was 
at his ultimate lowest and he said it made him look at what he had become.! He has kept it 
and said he doesnt mind me sharing it, even though it is so personal.




What in Gods name are you thinking??
You have willing stepped into a trap.
Walked straight in with your eyes open wide,
To a place where few seldom come back!

As the world around you ceases to matter,
Everything you once cherished has gone.
Oblivious you journey to destruction,
Shunning wisdom, love or help from anyone.

I sit here and hurt for what you’re doing,
Crying tears that you don’t even deserve.
Carried away by something that has swallowed you whole,
As you fade further and further from this world.

I could ask myself ‘why’ a thousand times or more,
Rack my brain for a reason why.
Nobody made you, the choice was yours,
Yet unabashed I still sit here and cry.

I cry for what I know you to be,
And I cry for what you’ve become.
You've turned your back on what matters the most,
And succumbed to a habit, just to keep someone!

I pray that in a moment of rational,
You’ll take stock and want to escape.
Take joy in what’s here and who loves you,
And chew through your chains til they break.

I hurt so much for how you are now,
And I’d give anything for you to get through this.
Just try to look at wisdom in the face,
And runaway from temptations sinister kiss.

You are loved!!
xxxxxxx


Details | Free verse | |

LENIENT AND IMMORAL SOCIETY

It's the unfair society:
from lenient judges
to corrupt attorneys
and with some bad cops
who claim that their motto is:
" To serve and protect "
Oh, no don't tell me that I am crazy: I don't trust the Law!
It's an insult to society or to the ones who wrote it!
Oh, don't tell me that murderous thoughts 
don't double-cross me to want to toss those offenders
into the slammer where they really belong!
I should be on that bench and give sentences
without showing sympathy or forgiveness!
One guy who had a bag of weed
was released the next day...
because it was his first offense!
It's foolishness...there were
two minors in that car:
wasn't it the fault of a lenient judge? 
Hookers, so-called Ladies of the Night
are more protected than the ordinary citizens,
some  wacko sees them as worthless beings
and kills them dumping them in marshes...
I am saddened by such murders, 
but they don't lead a clean life!
Oh, don't tell that God doesn't have murderous thoughts like me!
But when some of one of them tap on your window, as you wait 
for the red light to turn green, solicits sex for money...wouldn't 
anybody have a murderous thought and give them a nasty look?
Oh, don't tell me that sex doesn't sell everywhere!
It's so disgusting to see ads with semi-nude models
advertizing for the big companies: it's the buck, not the morality!
And worse than that some guys watch porn as they drive!
O society so filthy and shameless, you have become so immoral,
putting away the Commandments that Moses God carved with fire! 
It's wrong to hate a brother or sister,
and seek revenge with either curses or bad deeds...
slandering is not humane and compassionate;
if he or she did something wrong...show love,
don't have murderous thoughts! The hatred
makes the gun go off quickly and the knife cut very deep! 
So goes for your neighbors, love them
as you would love your own and by spreading kindness:
darkness will be replaced by light,
and hate, ignorance and avarice by love!



Written by Andrew Crisci
for Susan Burch's contest,
" Getting Away With Murder/Murderous Thoughts "


Details | Verse | |

It Only Hurts When I Laugh

So where did all the flowers go when the lights went out?
  And sunset plunged beyond the rim of planet’s earthly crust?
It rained a constant torrent in the middle of a drought,
  Global warming brought a chill, of irony it must.

Where have all the prisoners gone, missing from the cells?
  To roam with sheer impunity upon the city streets,
To murder, rape and plunder through a multitude of hells,
  Where innocents surrender to political deceits.

Where resides humanity on backdrops of despairing?
  Casinos spawned in super size, hard drugs dispensed with ease, 
Cessation of integrity, of common sense, of caring,
  As demigods smile dissolute through tabloid greed and sleaze.

In hope of one last favour when I am dead and gone,
  That carved into my gravestone be my chosen epitaph,
When they lay the granite monolith into the emerald lawn,
  Let the fascia legend say the words: “It only hurts when I laugh.”


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Birthday Marie, 100

Happy Birthday Marie, 100,
splashed across the evening news.
Replete with colour photograph,
seen wearing another girls shoes.

Happy Birthday Marie, not knowing.
In meltdown, fused in your chair.
Your family, they loved the Queen's telegram,
and look there's the Deputy Mayor!

Happy Birthday Marie, not hearing.
The paper describes you past tense.
Dream of the cat that sits on your lap,
as none of this makes any sense.

Happy Birthday Marie, dementia.
Alone, with your family round,
long suffering daughter bears crucifixed grin,
she's aware you are already drowned.


Details | I do not know? | |

Borders


B---o---r---d---e---r---s

Lines, lines everywhere
Breaking bonds 
Of humanity
Of love 
Of friendship

Lines drawn in black
Lines drawn in hate
Signals of 
National pride
Or selfish possessions?

Lines drawn in blood
Lines for men to die for
Lines seeing lovers part
Lines watching a mother’s 
Desperate look
At the son who might not 
Return…

Drawing lines will not help
To ease the pain
To feed the poor
To sow the love
To reap smiles
 
When can we have
Time with no lines
Time with no mine
Time with no yours
Time with just ours….?


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | ABC | |

DEFENDING SOLDIERS OF THE TENDEREST AGE

Throughout the world's history,
we read compelling stories
of the defending soldiers of the tenderest age;
and we can be moved to tears
by the purity of their courage:
they died on the battlefield,
never breaking their promise
or fall short of integrity... 


Defending soldiers of the tenderest age as handsome
as the daffodils of the undulating fields,
nothing scares you when it comes
to protecting your motherland with that freedom: 
as intrepid as the eagles in the open skies...
Defending soldiers as true as warriors,
you push forward with the victorious thought
of becoming nothing more 
than the boldest soldiers:
seeing the smokey sky blast;
rescuing the wounded and closing the eyes
of the fallen ones bleeding on the burned grass...


If I were younger, and I had the same resistance,
I would fight with the indomitable spirit you own;
but my contribution is merely sympathetic words on paper,
which one of you will read on your return
to the homeland when all wait on you united in fond prayer:
with ribbons on trees and flags in their hands....   


Defending soldiers of the tenderest age,
all past heroes had one special trait:
the persistance and will to prevail,
and the final victory on their breath;
when everything else seemed to fail,
an indisputable faith prevented another threat...


Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Narrative | |

Beauty and the Unpublished Author


Far away in a little town tucked in the corner of a map
Lives the girl who ruined his heart
And broke his life

While with him she would smile and laugh so sweet
Tender as only she could be
In his heart she lit even the corners so deep

With time she became his definition of life
In all he did he had her in mind
Life wasn’t life without him seeing her smile

As moments grew into weeks
The flower of his heart started to reveal its wilt
In her eyes no longer was the sparkle he was used to seeing

Winds carried awful odour of their disorder
Tales went round of her illicit exploits behind the counter
The man with the shop at the corner savoured all the honey she offered

At first he dismissed the whispers with laughter
But soon he discovered he was the only one on the other side of reality’s border
Yes indeed, another prince had taken over

Trouble was how sincerely he loved her
Problem was that even she had only love to offer
Issue was he hadn’t yet sold a dime of the books he authored


Details | Ballad | |

The Scavenger Dog

The scavenger dog

Moving along the dirty streets
With its standing ears down
Sored at both tip. No gametes
At sight sex unknown no proper noun

Running away from stones
Well targeted, thrown by the jocular juveniles
For showing interest in contested bones
They laugh unhappily as their best friend flies

Feasting on the black round faeces
Of well fed fat goats
Or a week old lorry ridden rats or rotten Pisces
Puddle. Lucky when it sees a bone that floats

Playing seriously with Latrine flies
Who always surround its nine vivid ribs
Sucking nectar where it wounds lies.
In its hair dead ticks build their cribs.

Lying comfortably on the puffy street sewage
Allowing the fighting mice to lull it to death
It was after a drink from the drainage
And barking on a scorpion which it later ate.

Shaking helplessly on the road
Till the lead trailer ran pass it.
It was buried by cars and buses full with load
The worms and flies could not just die with it 

It was a pregnant dog. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Those Close to Us Can Cause Much Hurt And Pain


Those Close To Us Can Cause Much Hurt And Pain... Isn’t it amazing… The hurt and damage, someone can do? Especially by the same person who said; “I Love You!” Isn’t it amazing… How someone, which we’ve given our heart… Can betray our love, and “tear it all apart?” On that special day, when your vows were exchanged… It’s almost like “overnight,” some people change! Even amongst Christians. This seems too commonplace. As people seek their own desires… Instead of God’ grace. Isn’t it amazing… How anger, jealousy and bitterness begins? Even amongst our loved ones, that we have called “friends?” What’s more amazing… Is how God, in his mercy and care.. Still loves us. And he is always there! No matter what you’ve said… No matter what you’ll do…. God remains the same. And is always there for YOU! He is faithful. His commitment to you is strong and secure! His love is everlasting. And is 100% PURE! I stand amazed, as to how God still loves us. He asks for our heart. He wants to trust us! Won’t you come and experience his love today? He loves you so much more than words could ever say! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Senryu | |

NEWSFLASH: Charmer in Jail

charmed four wives--same time;
loved each 'til  her cash dried up--
charmer in jail now


Details | I do not know? | |

Better Off Without Me

When I'm with one of you,
I just can't have one without the other.
I would love to laugh and have fun together.

But then I see,
That maybe
You two are better off without me.
Because I hear
That when I'm not there,
You agree on most things
And get along. Having fun
Like as if you don't really care
About anything else.

I'm starting to feel
That maybe you secretly hate me
And lie when you say I'm great
And I just don't fit to your appeal and ideals.
I'm sure neither of you felt this loneliness as long as I did
And I usually feel envy for friendships and siblings
That I often see.
You are lucky to be together...


Details | I do not know? | |

WHY DO YOU LIE?

Baby tell me why do you lie....
about the love you have for me
I can't no longer take your deception
it's driving me crazy...

You say you love me
and that you care
But deep in my heart
something isn't fair

Why do you play these games
can't you remain real
Don't you even care
on what I may feel

So I ask you now 
don't give me a fake reply
Baby please tell me....
Why do you lie...

Girl you know how I feel 
since the day we met
I thought of you and 
thought we were set

But now we don't talk at all
we barely say much
I know another now
has taken my touch

Though you act like all is good 
and still say hi
I stop and wonder
Why do you lie

Just tell me the truth 
I'm more then man enough to take it
No need to pull my chain
No need to fake it

Love me for who I am
Is all I ever wanted
But now your lies I see
keep me haunted.....

But I sit here alone and still wonder why....
Why did you lie?


Details | Ballad | |

NO OTHER THOUGHT FOR ESCAPE

An infamous thief
lived a restless life,
looking out for those
vigilant, shrewd cops;
his crafty hands pulling out
those tools out of the box,
to feed that ego so imprudent:
would he never be caught...
when his instincts coudn't predict?

Escorted to the court-room, 
in hand-cuffs and chains,
he faces the harshest judge
of the In-God-We-Trust-Country...
a female judge who's fair but firm,
and yet so unsympathetically angry;
and she like a fearless preacher warns,
" Whoever thinks has a right
to steal, rob, kill or disturb the peace...
must be punished accordingly to the crime! "

All he wanted was an easy flow of money,
dirty money without a trace of sweat;
and he acted like the richest man of the county...
flashing it around and feeling great!
Did he ever foresee an end to that bliss,
how could he not be harmed by his own mischief?

In the coldest cell, he sits on the sheetless bed...
frowning upon an unsuccessful scheme:
if he were able to bend each bar with those hands,
unlock each door and sprint to freedom...
it would be the end of his loneliness and boredom;
but when reality sets in, he returns to being sad!    

Years and many more years without a voice...
he will spend writing letters to his family,
missing out on holidays and birthdays...
repenting of his greedy and wicked ways
and allowing no other thought for escape;
pain, isolation and tolerance within those walls...
will teach the hardest lesson for his sake:
to make good choices and overcome his misery!!
    

    
  


Details | Free verse | |

FORLORN

I wheel to my corner
ostracised by your ebbing warmth
unyielding to my probing hand 
in the eeriness of NEP's darkdom
Memories tumble down my quavering spine
images splahed on your rigid back
of moisture ladden dawn and thrilling nights
under the watery spell of your moan-istrations
Now,I watch the defiant contours of 
your sensuous body 
miles across the counterpane 
protesting the pains of penuried existence


Details | Free verse | |

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. 
  


Details | Free verse | |

True Reality

Why is it
I am always wrong?
Something
I have always done?
Why is it
I am 
Never good enough
In your eyes
In challenging times?

How many times
Do I have to say
“I love You?”
What will it take
To convince
That mind 
And 
Heart 
Of yours?

What can I say
That will ease 
This jealousy
And 
Resentment
You feel towards me
When drinking 
Too much booze
Killing what brain cells
Are left
In that stubborn 
Head of yours!

How long 
Will it take
For you 
To believe in me?
For I know
I am a fool 
Staying here, with you!
Feeling desperate
Lost and lonely
Dreams squashed
Emotionally drained
When ‘we’ need to pull together
In union ship
To make 
This bond strong
Between us!

'Uniting as One’'

'Love Conquering All'

“Well!”
“So, I am told!”

I love you more
Than this
Arguing and fighting!
But 
You refuse to understand
The love I have for you

My head 
Tells me to stay with you
But
My heart knows
I cannot!
For
I have asked you 
To be kind to me
I have asked
You to open up 

Your anger and rage
Continues growing
Out of control
Taking over
Like
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 
Burning bridges
Being ruthless
Always
Out for the kill!

I need to break away!
I need to clear my head!
I need to experience
Love and longevity
True togetherness
With 
The one’s I love!
My heart needs to experience
‘Healthy Love’
My heart deserves the best!
You now
Belong in my past
I am no longer the person
You once knew me, to be

Your insecurities
Your inner demons 
Far bigger
Than any of the love
You choose to acknowledge 
Or 
Feel from me!

You can believe this 
To be true
If nothing else!

“Love thy self”

Share
Without personal gain
Being 
Your Primary Motive!
Know Love 
Be Love, in Action!

Be honest
Have empathy now
As
I cut these cords
Of emotional bondage
That 
Bind us together 
True Love 
No longer 
Our foundation!

I stand on my own
Knowing
I have learnt the lessons
You have come to teach
I now know
What love isn't!
“I thank you”
For showing me this!

My illusions of love
Blinding me
Colouring my experiences
Revealing
Only what 
'I Wanted Us To Be'
Not
‘True Reality’


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WHAT CAN'T BE SEEN IS NEVER UNDERSTOOD BY US

Some of us know
how to hide an indiscernible affliction well...
until it shows on the outside
and every secret is known;
I've met quite a few people
who cry and despair
when everybody else departs
and disappears into the obscure night.


Impaired individual learn skills
to cross the street
with the help of a dog;
others trust their walking cane
or ask for help only when
it seems too hard to do...
mentally afflicted people
should do the same.


What can't be seen
is never understood by us;
many are ashamed to reach out 
or talk to someone,
who is able to alleviate 
their desperation even with a touch.


Visit any Veteran's hospital
and see for yourself
how frustrated they are
not being able to care for themselves...
it's sad, it's heartbreaking,
and little we can do to help them.


What can't be seen
is never understood by us;
we need to observe
their moods and their frowns,
listen to their words 
that reveal lots of emotions...
because all of these 
lead to a very severe depression.


Details | I do not know? | |

Anthem for Doomed Youth

Let’s hear three cheers for the decade of disinfectant!
Clean out your insides with cheap vodka!
Blow your brains out with Nirvana!
Your breath reeking of teen spirits,

Does weed count as a vegetable?

You’re getting your five a day,
Candyman on the corner
Selling sweets for afters,

Don’t forget the medicine cabinet buffet,

Your mother’s migraine pills,
And faded Ritalin packets,
From the good old days,

We are the children,
Of the Children of the Revolution,

The Harbingers of Revulsion,
And the Standard Bearers of Revolvers,
Desperate for you to know how much we don’t care,

Something’s wearing secret holes inside us,

Nuclear fallout?
The brainfry radiation from our phones?
A big ass moth chewing at our soul fabric,

Fill them up with whatever’s close to hand,
Smoke and smut and other people’s bodies,

There’s a virus swimming in our systems,

Pump it full of alcohol,
Drink it, drown it, bleed it out,
A stolen bottle of Jacks and a bargain basement penknife,
That oughta do the trick,

Living for the weekend,
Cheap thrills and easy kicks,
How’s that for a creed to live and die by,

We are the future,

Headmasters and Principles of the world join forces,
And spread the good word,
Patrons of pontification,
They preach to us about keeping America united,
And Britain great,

Well hold ‘em high!

Put your hands in the air like ya just don’t care!
We’ll return the favour and pump the lot of them full of pills
Of the plumbum variety,

That’ll edu-ma-cate ‘em.
That’ll learn ‘em good and proper!

We don’t like Mondays.


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The hairless street dog

A hairless street dog -
Skinny and one leg broken
Limps near the bazaar!


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Destruction of Women

Some men seek to destroy women to satisfy their own
pitiful images of themselves, subjecting the fairer sex
to lives of hell,

Whether its emotional, physical or mental abuse,
Either way, their distortion of women have grown obtuse,
Their respect has dwindled and they would rather treat
them like refuse,

The misguided men are really vying for their souls,
but strong women rarely acquiesce to the heinous
acts of hate and distress they cast upon them,

The godesses of earth outer shells may die, cry
and live with shame, yet their souls still roar with
beauty and a tireless flame,

Only cowards would seek to destroy whom God has created
to raise good girls and boys......


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The Falling

“Please sir wont you help me?”
Said the beggar to the thief.
As he inches along the tightrope,
With no safety net beneath.

Deep breath shakily held,
As he dives the murky deeps.
No soul for the Devil,
No peace of which to speak

Shirt is off his back,
Naked and venerable.
Burying head into the sand,
Always trying not to fall.

A splint to keep him upright,
Some form of support.
Spiralling out of control,
No sign of rational thought.

Helplessness kicks in,
As he steps in misery’s trap.
Over the edge he teeters,
There is no going back.

There seems to be no reason,
As forward he inches on.
Panic starts to surface,
Until logic has gone.

“Please sir wont you help me?”
Says the beggar to the thief.
As his dignity is devoured,
Left with stolen hopes and dreams

©.L.Kelly


Details | I do not know? | |

A Matter Of Strength

If strength is only 
How well you hide the pain.
I must be truly strong spirited.

If thinking you want death
Is a matter of being gutsy enough,
Then those who're gone
Were even more strong

Rest in peace,
Yet what've they've done 
Shall forever haunt me...


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Are You Holding Back The Love Given To YOU

Are You Holding Back?

Are you holding back the Love
 that Christ gave to you?
Are you treating others the
 way HE would want you to?

What message of the cross
 to others do you proclaim?
Is it one of humility and honor to Jesus’ name?

Is there someone whom you’ve
 withheld Christ’ love today?
You avoid this person, and
 choose to “go the other way…”

The Spirit of God has been
 tugging at your heart…
This is where the essence of Christianity really starts!

All of our sorrow, pain and sin…
 Christ bore on the cross.
Without him...  Every one of us
 would certainly be lost!

So many times we tend to play these “games.”
“Choosing” whom we’ll love and “avoid.” 
 We know their names…

While reading 1 Corinthians chapter 13…
Does this scripture really mean “anything?”

If it did… We’d be more careful how we live.
And learn the power there is in the words; “I forgive!”

If this message has lost it’s
 meaning in your daily walk.
Then you and Jesus really need to talk!

Total surrender to him and forgiveness is the key!
In being his true follower…  And set free!

Bring everything to the cross
 and lay it at Jesus’ feet.
And experience a life of victory….  And not defeat!

By Jim Pemberton 01/08/10





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capital punishment

Capital punishment

When a state
Kills a convicted murderer
The state
Becomes like the killer 
Murdering the defenseless 
In the toxic word 
Of justice 



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Suicide Is Not the Answer


Lately, I have noticed a very disturbing trend.
Many people wish for their life to end!

There are many circumstances
that bring this about.
Many feel "trapped in," and think
"there's no way out!"

I admit,...  I have been very
discouraging thoughts.
Sometimes, wondering, if I was dealt
"the wrong lot."

But just when I feel alone
and trapped within.
I think about Jesus! He's always
been my friend!

I've called to him more than a time or two...
When I didn't know
"what I was going to d."

When, to him, I cried out and pleaded...
He's given to me the hope
and direction I needed!

I recommend this same Jesus
to your life today!
Whatever your problem...
He has made a way!

An abundant assurance
Is what Jesusbrings!
He is an awesome God!
And can take care of everything!

Your problems are never too big
or small for him to take control.
He can bring healing to you!
And make your body whole!

He is what's needed! In this lost
and dying generation!
Won't you accept his mercy
and salvation???

By Jim Pemberton   2012





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My baby

Don't listen to them, why should you care what they say?Hmm?
We will always love you, you know that.

They just don't understand you.
They don't matter.

Hush, don't cry.

My poor baby.
Why do they torment you so?

Shhhhhh.
Mummy's here.
It will be okay.



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Save Our Wetlands

My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
 Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.

Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.

Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.

Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.

Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily, 
 He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.

We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.

Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.


Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of 
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana  was talked 
about since  I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the 
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, 
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to 
hear!


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Deadly Rendezvous

Seasoned in street-wise thoughts,
yet young in the expanse of time.
Picture framed against the barren wall,
rabbit-eyed in street lights glare.

Counting the grains, silver wrapped,
Anticipating getting lost in dragons smoke,
(can she conjure a phantom lover
in these tattered shreds of dawn?)

Diamonds trapped in black ice,
light to the cars high beam.
Dipping, as if to hide embarrassment,
on this escape from suburbia.

~spark of conscience greets her smile
So much like the daughter left at home~

Released from their prison,
tongues of partners scent dance away
on back alley breezes.
Cold air battles with hot through open door,
as a glimpse of sanctuary holds his gaze.

A porcelain whore, emotions wrapped
In frosty glaze of virgin ice.

So easily broken.

Toothless smile, gaping from ear to ear,
bubbling crimson onto alabaster flesh.
Deathly breath accompanying, 
sighs of orgasm.
Liquid pearls,
draped across soft ermine pubis.

And as the sky drips wet dreams,
onto tinted sun-roof,
dawn rips away nights shroud.

Discarded in the gutter,
eyes wide to greet the light,
legs still open, as if waiting for her phantom lover,
she sleeps.


Details | Tanka | |

Politicians

Now patriotism
Is found in the lexicon
Politicians
Are deprived of it today
They want money and power


Details | Didactic | |

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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OUR DARK SECRET PLACE

Take off the ARMOR OF GOD!
   Remove the BREASTPLATE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!                  
     Throw away the SHIELD OF FAITH!   
         Forget the TRUTH OF GOD’S WORD!

Let’s do what we want to do
        in our dark secret world,
           at our dark secret place, 
               at our own selfish pace.

Let’s make our own choices.
Let’s listen to our own voices.      

Let’s act by the power of
    OUR might.
It doesn’t have to be right.
Let’s do it anyway. 
Let’s go astray.

And when we leave that darkness and
   face family and friends,
They’ll never know about our dark place
   or of our dark secret sins.

We will not worry about the 
         consequences.
We are fully protected by 
         Satan’s fences.

And if we die in our
    sinful state,
Hell has an open gate.



NOTE:

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

POEM is based on these scriptures:

Ephesians 6:10-12: Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might.  Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.  For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.


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I gaze into eyes bold and cold

I gaze into eyes bold and cold


I gaze into eyes bold and cold and find a
Barren tortured soul on a journey 
To a place in her own bewildered imaginary 
World

There is another world out there for which
She dose not care she has her own 
Bitter crosses to bear

She has a limited sense of smell and the
Nausea makes her feel like hell

She gasps for air
Her nosebleeds have increased 
And due to her chronic hoarseness her voice 
You can hardly hear  

Her state of being is impoverished 
Her heart is out of rhythm and her rhythm 
Has no heart 
She has lost the purpose of life’s solemn 
Path

She clutches her abdomen as sudden pain
Strikes 
Yet, she continues on her perilous flight

Her seizures have increased and headaches
More severe but they only serve to 
Accentuate the reality of her very real fear

She once had love and friends who were 
Dear now her life is in total disrepair

And death lurks 
As a consequence, of her euphoric chemical
Exploits
And life she says is so full of paranoid jerks

The only friends she has is the devil 
In disguise 
And the prostitutes in white whose favors 
Come In little plastic zip loc bags



Earl S. Jackson
Aug 2006,


Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.


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I've Failed You Once Again

I Have Failed…


Lord, I have failed you time and time again,
By hanging on to my unrepentant sin.
I once thought, “my life will never get off track,”
Until that one day when I committed such a
terrible act.


“No one’s watching me” was what I thought,
not knowing the pain and suffering into my family
I had brought.
That one night of “pleasure” I hoped would go away,
but this sin stares me in the face every single day!

The lust that crept into my once cheerful heart,
Is now eating at me—tearing me all apart.
I once thought I was too good to commit a sin like this,
so many of God’s blessings I now will miss.

To you Jesus—my whole heart I ask you to cleanse.
for in you my whole life now depends.
Create in me a clean heart, renew a right spirit
within me.
Your forgiveness in my life is what others must see.

The most important thing to God I can now give,
Is a broken and contrite heart each day I shall live!


By Jim Pemberton


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My Public Apology

I'm saying sorry to all of you,
The sorrow is like an arrow piercing me through.
I never ment the stupid things I said,
I'll keep them in my heart 'till I'm dead.
I need to know so I can be free.
Will you forgive me?


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Rosemary's Garden

It was Sunday 'round noon when I walked,
Through the gardens upon my own.
Touched by the sadness of knowing,
I should not be walking alone.

I see a young girl pick a pansy.
Smile with the scent 'neath her nose.
Tears still fall for Rosemary's garden,
As the door comes ajar we can't close.

Rosemary's garden from tiny seed,
Covered the barest of earth,
Spawned in the warmth of our hands,
Creating new love with her birth.

Carefully tended, nurtured, caressed,
Growing stronger each day,
Spreading lore into her heart,
From our generational way.

Each flower became a thought.
Each bud a smile yet to bloom.
Early thinking she lived in our world,
We didn't see she needed more room.

We noticed the buds were not forming,
Flowers the gardens don’t bring.
Everything died in the autumn,
We're hoping a return in the spring.

Lost, sought and finally discovered,
Scattered wild over the meadow,
Each flower living free but alone,
Rosemary's we just didn't know.

Surviving without guiding care,
Love’s hidden and will not show,
In the wind swept field is torture,
Where Rosemary's garden does grow.

Seven long years we gathered,
Flowers from over the meadow,
Seeking the bloom of Rosemary,
Growing from the seed we did sow.

The scents and the colours are mingled,
Out of reach in forlorn garden beds
What we feared appeared in the meadow.
Many flowers had bowed their heads.

Rosemary is the alias I use,
For a child we may have all known,
Seen in their garden of beauty,
Thinking like us, they have grown.

We lose them in some tragic reason,
Asking why, but no answer we know,
Why Rosemary lives on in our minds,
As a flower growing wild in a meadow.  


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The Times Are Changing

This was our your favorite place as a child.
You rode your bike up and down the old root covered path.
It was a place of tranquility.
Now this place of you childhood has been changed.
All that is there now are condos and housing units.
What was once a root covered path is now unforgiving asphalt.
Instead of tranquility a new feeling resides here.
Hate and sorrow is now felt.
Hate for the people that did this to your getaway.
Sorrow for the loss of an old home.
But this is the way of our world.
We destroy the things we love.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

A BLANK MIND VOID OF INSPIRATION

Woke up with a terrible headache,
pounding this brain, spoiling the taste
of the delicious mocha coffee I sip;
tired of watching the urban morning news,
troubles abound, so do my Holiday blues.


And a blank mind void of inspiration
adds to my unbearable, changeless woes;
wouldn't someone cheer me up, and with a convulsion,  
revive my weak breath risking annihilation?
Fresh air, crisp and fragrant, is needed into my lungs. 


A blue and bright sky isn't sought after when it's frigid,
all my body wants to do is keep itself warm by this fireplace,
watch the log's fire rising amid the reddish bricks of the chimney walls...
imagining throngs of scintillating fireflies float on a mild summer's evening;
wouldn't a hot bowl of chicken soup will revive me and do me good? 


And a blank mind void of inspiration
can spend a whole day in idleness when thoughts do escape;
and once they are gone, they are lost forever to memory and vision,
but wouldn't this be an horrible thought to hold them in my grip,
wanting them to stay...not to connote guilt?


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Not I

                                             

                                              Look at them dance,
                                              Look at them fly
                                              Look how they glisten,
                                              Under starry sky's
                                              See how they're free,
                                              All they can be
                                              Watch as their spirits run dry
                                              Should I be happy, or should I be sad?,
                                              Should I enjoy what I don't have?
                                              Yet as the night finally dies,
                                              And we say our goodbyes,
                                              I wish I was them,
                                              Not I.


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Dancing Solo

Shadow dancers
cast your spells
your enchanting steps
to the rhythm
of unseen forces
hypnotic trances
the longing
of passionate glances
in a smoke filled
darkened room
under dim light
of observation.

Guitar strings filled the air
trumpets blasted
emotional tunes
smoking hues
laughing tears
drowning in beers of forgetting.

Stealing kisses in the night
from hungry strangers
aching for something
they can not fight
their loneliness following them
like a sleepless stalker
with zombie eyes and frozen hearts.

Sleeping alone again
on their vacant sheets 
of painted glass.

Watching over me.

You are my only lover.


Details | I do not know? | |

Be With Me

I am sorry
For my misery.
Yet now I feel that
Inner hope is still real
And I regret having all that sadness,
But now I've let it out
And without a doubt.

I now release my inner gladness.
For you all have been here
Inside my heart
And I now refuse to part
From the world.
Because no matter how
Much pain I go through
There's something left to gain
And no I won't let my past
Cause me anymore misery,
Because you will always
Be with me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mistaken Happiness

Nightly,
She holds the bottle tightly
And drinks away her life
Thinking I don’t want to be like me.
She drinks until she thinks she might be
Somebody else,
Or at least the pain eased slightly.
And even if she wanted to,
She couldn’t tell you what is wrong
Because nothing’s wrong
She’s just not strong
Enough to walk the path she chose to walk on.
And when advice isn’t there
It’s the bottle that’ll help her along
And give her strength
When her heart is too weak to be strong.
You think she’s happy
Cause she laughs when she holds it.
Mistaken happiness
But she escapes it all for a moment.
You like the fun her
So you hang out when she’s drunk
Get her drunker
Take her home or take her number
And then do it all again
Until you’ve done her
Or  you’re done with her
With no intentions of ever loving her.
The fun is done you’re sure
And the girl who cries at night
Isn’t as fun as her.
Over time she doesn’t cry.
It doesn’t do her any good it's like
A drug which no longer gets her high.
So she drinks to suppress the pain that’s left
And drown the sorrows of depression 
Deep inside.
The tears that surface make her weaker
So she keeps drinking
And digs the well a little deeper.
Who would dive so deep
Just to see her?
So they only see the surface,
Damaged goods
Who would keep her?
So you buy another drink
Then you screw her and you leave her.
We’ve seen her
Standing with a man
Bottle in hand
We didn’t save her either.

Dec. 14, 2006


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The Written Word

Such wicked fools, 
What angry, half-crazed things they are
Such despair sticking to them
Around them and through them
Difficult to be certain about
How they have fared for so long.

Such violent buffoons, 
What dramatic, forgetful things they are
Such regret spilling toward them
Behind them and before them
Problematic to imagine
How their mistakes continue on.

Such loving simpletons, 
What brave, tender souls they are
Such passion within them
To end and begin them
Hard to know
The depths of their love.

Such magnificent dolts, 
What imaginative, dreamy-eyed things they are
Such creations flow from them
And I, one among them
Impossible to understand
All that is contained in every one.


Details | I do not know? | |

Oath Unbound: Psalm 1

Retract! Retract!
o' venerable vow
to be unfettered unburdened
somehow

Take away ye mighty words of oath
for that I would give soul and life both
one day to be free of broken bond
forego promises long faded and gone

To lay down in uncluttered dreams
to lie quietly while the world schemes
o' heartache! heartache!
only if my word would someday break!

Alas! 'ere I remain
bound by law and oath in spilled blood stained
harken to erstwhile fancies of freedom and love
but fastened still to this mortal coil forever spoken of

I hear the meadows and lakes beckon call
but 'ere I must stay, removed from all
For I am the Protector locked in guilt
once a slave and always, forced to sruvive though I wilt

A Cause I am bound to serve
battered beyond what travesty I may deserve
O' broken thing! Once bold and new
but into bondage I was trained and into service I grew

Before the wars and sacrifices born
Honor and bravery were but medals worn
But now I know they run deep and red
as flesh cracks open and boiling tears be shed


Details | Free verse | |

Their Souls Departed

   She walks the streets
Of dim lit lights
The heart broken homeless woman
Lady of the night.
.
   The world was yours
Gold and pearls, a platinum life
Married to a silver spoon
You were once a rich mans wife.
.
   Your husband befriends the spirit king
A storm of abuse and alcohol rain
Now you run to spare your life
The only hope is to escape the pain.
.
   State to state with blackened heart
Into the night is where you sleep
Within the darkness led astray
Where lonesome lives and gutters weep.
.
   To your new home
No key no door
Emptiness squared
Of paper board.
~~~
   He walks in silence all alone
Seeking out divinity
Mile upon mile on worn out shoes
Through the streets of un-lit trees.
.
   Contrition holds his broken heart
Bound to earth by saddened love
His soul was taken within a glance
He is now the lonesome dove.
.
   Once a father, a husband, 
A man
A wonderful life
Of dreams and plans.
.
   Until that night in the car together
Unknownst the evil seed
A green light passed and through a yellow
The devil in drunken speed.
.
   A wreck to fell the family tree
Within the night of silence brings
A horrid vision imprinted the mind
Of a soulless man with broken wings.
~~~
    Even while life continues to shine
    There comes a girl of only nine
    Abandoned, alone to hope adored
    Mommy is gone to be a whore.
.
    This child walks in huddled arms
    Frightened to be where evil charms
    She finds a box to crawl inside
    Alone to live, alone to cry.
.
    While tears fall down upon her face
    A sound has startled her in her place
    Unbeknownst the box with broken tape
    This nine year old girl will now be rapped.
~~~
   Now as I sit
In the comforts of home
I knew none of these people
Or the streets they called home.
.
   I lived like most, in ignorance
To those poor and suffering lives
Never once did I adjust
A thought or even an eye.
.
  Yet on the set the news I stare
Police lights shine in heavy glare
Those unknown people, those broken hearted
Lie still in the night, their souls departed.

     BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
     Placid Poet


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Without The Box

So, there you are
Returned from fighting another mans war
Heard you’re quite the hero
Good for you my friend
Twenty years young
Couldn’t wait
To kick some terrorist ass
And so you did
So very well indeed I hear
Now you’re back
Nothing more to kick
What are you to do with yourself
Lying there as you are
Look at all of us here
To welcome you back
Can you not hear the joy
Can you not see the happiness
Or is it all hidden behind the tears
So here you are returned
In a flawless uniform
Lying there all smug and confident
With a peaceful look
Here you are returned
Fresh off the plane
In a nice tight package
Here you are returned
To never leave again
Good to have you back my friend
Only wish it could have been
Without the box


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Weep Not Too Long

Love has grandeur and finesse. Sometimes greater, sometimes for less, Weep only for a short while. Move on with harmonies style. When your eyes have tearful drape, New passion shall always escape. Recall the memories that are deep. Gallop ahead, for not long shall you weep.


Details | I do not know? | |

Bitter Sea Spirit

A sea made up of a million tears...
Drowning whatever comes near
The forgotten and broken soul.
Bitter spirit
Pushing away
The ships of friendship and love
With waves of rage.
Erasing history
And throwing those into a cage,
To make them see how it feels
Being in such inner pain.
High tides flood the land
Never has the bitter sea spirit felt so grand
In destroying all those who had a hard time
Trying to understand.


Details | Free verse | |

A gift for Nine

It’s 3pm and so it shall begin…First comes the drinking then the fist…if I am lucky he will miss…if he succeeds I will pay a great price…under my bed I will cling to my life…finally it is late and he passes out on the couch…I am safe for now and must make like a mouse…quiet and careful to not wake him up…his wrath I will endure if he begins to stir…so I tip-toe around and out the door…to a place I know where I am safe…the tree house he made me when I was 8...He will not venture far into the night…here I will hide until tomorrow night…when it all begins again and I must try to overcome the things in this life that make me cry…one day I will go and never return…but for now I have no choice but to give in and go on…if he takes it out on me…she shall be safe…from the wrath of a father who no longer embraces…My gift to her is whole and selfless and pure…she is only 9 and would never be able to endure…I am strong and have faith that this trail will end…one day I will be free…one day I will be a man…who is gentle and loving…filled with care and compassion…I will never be him nor even mention…the name of the monster who strikes in the night…I am safe now it seems until the break of light.


Details | Free verse | |

Once Here Now Dead

Once here
Now dead & gone
“What am I known for, this time round?”
I exist only as a memory now
A memory that fades, over time
“Who will remember me, when I am gone?”

No one knew me
Yet people will say they knew me, so well!
A laugh, how often people think “they are experts”
Yet, really
Know nothing at all!

“How well did you know the inside of me?”
For, if I was to ask...
“What is my favourite colour?”
Or, “what’s my favourite song?”
I listen for answers...none come

“What’s my favourite food to eat?”
Complete silence...
I could hear a pin drop
Round...about...now!
“Do these questions fall upon deaf ears?”
For I ask...

“Who truly knew me?”
“What am I known for?”
“Who will remember me?”
When I am dead & gone


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Who Needs You Now

You have fought for your country
You have heard the calls of death
And felt the loss of blood
And now, no one hears or cares
About the tears you cry
You fought a fools war
Inspired by heroic deeds
Majestic words of honor and fame
From people who never knew your name
Many were those who fled
And endured behind their protest signs
But you, you fought the war
Lost your limbs and gained insight into reality
It was you who came back less than human
And now you stand alone at night
Lost and forgotten men
Tell me, tell me who needs you now
Where are the people
Who gave you hell
Where are the people
Who cried to bring you home
Who marched for your life
While you marched to your death
Where are the people
Who loved you when it was the thing to do
And fought for your cause
While you wondered what it was
As you watched your buddies fade away
Heroes and medals
Tell me, what does it all mean
Now that you stand alone at night
Lost and forgotten men
And tell me, tell me, who needs you now
Now that our memory fades
Of those who served and the reasons why
All we seem to do
Is stand aside and watch them die
And tell me Brothers
Who needs you now?


Details | Lyric | |

The Beauty That Lies Within

Were it not for this body
that I now inhabit
could we be friends, even lovers?
Would that you could look beyond
my outward being and see what's inside
see beyond a body/face that to you is not beautiful.
Would that you looked with your heart
instead of with your eyes.
In doing this you might see that true beauty
isn't always on the outside.
Instead, look with your mind and know that beauty is,
as it has been written, more then skin deep.
Would that you could see through Gods eyes
that we are all beautiful, as he meant us to be.
Love is more then the physical, it lies within as well
it is in the beating of our hearts,
it  lives within our soul, also within our spiritual self.
This beauty asks nothing more then to be nurtured,
to be awakened, and in doing so,
one will find that love is, at its best
something wondrous to behold.
Beauty comes to us in many forms
and should your eyes not open to this truth
you may loose that which stands here before you
that very being that God, in all his wisdom/glory
created perhaps only unto you.
He chose to make me as I am for a reason
it is not for us to question
buy only to accept and thus look for 
the beauty that lies within.


Details | Rhyme | |

Is My Life A Failure

Is My Life A Failure???

Lately my life has been getting very stressful…
It seems like everything I try is unsuccessful.

It seems like no matter how hard I try…
I fail again.   And get upset and cry!

No matter what I do or how hard I pray.
I wake up and dread the next day!

I know of so many who seem like they’re blessed.
But me?  My life is just one big MESS!

I often feel like a “blob” that fell to the ground.
When I need someone.  There’s no one around!

I feel worn out, discouraged and defeated.
Any sense of self-worth has been depleted.

Someone told me of a God who truly cares…
If I need some help.   He is always there!

All of my trials and failures, to Jesus I’ve given!
His love has totally changed how I am now livin’!

He’s brought me a hope I never had before!
And brought love, peace, and so much more!

He’s taken away all of my pain and sorrow.
And promised to be here today and tomorrow.

He’s taken the word “failure” from a life that’s broken.
His powerful words of hope have clearly been spoken.

No matter what trials tomorrow may bring…
I know that Jesus will take care of everything!

I find comfort in his arms so loving and strong!
He’s welcomed me and told me that I BELONG!

In Christ, I've found the
 meaning of SUCCESS!
My life is no failure.
But is abundantly blessed!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ballad | |

WATERBURY'S PAST GLORY

Old Brass City
with massive gothic chuches,
abandoned rail-roads
and run-down factories...
we still glimpse into that bygone glory
which made your name so famous!

O Waterbury, no Christmas 
can be compared to yours,
when Main Street glitters under the fluffy snow
and everyone hummers a carol!
O Waterbury, those starry nights
are too surreal and make lovers fantasize!

Old Brass City,in ninenteen-forty-two
lads and gals were sent to war to fight the Cruel,
and mothers cried as their sons and daughters
left this once-happy-town of friendly and kind folks!
And despite all the sorrow and pain yet to be,
they proudly marched off to defeat the enemy!

O Waterbury, your monuments inspire hope,
and remind all of your past glory and leadership;
and the brave soldiers who sacrificed all...
became those heroes we've engraved into the soul!
Some returned, many died to seal their fate,
and their courage and valour put an end to all hate!


Details | Terza Rima | |

CARNAL LUST

Nobody admits that the greatest sin,
misleading and enslaving any selfish soul, is carnal lust;
and so inflamed by desire, it disappears into the dust...


Young people indulge in their rampant passions,
knowing no limits, and only when death becomes real,
they realize their wrong reason for giving away something so precious...


Hiv/Aids scientists are struggling to find the ultimate cure to halt this universal disease,
which originated from the uncontrollable carnal lust, killing millions and causing havoc;
and what if they turned away from it, and looked to God?


Amazing changes, indeed, will be coming from within their transformed hearts,
saving themselves and others, seeing their image in a true light;
if they were completly free, nothing would be unreachable or impossible to attain...


Selfless in our sharing and generous in our giving,
this human race, which God created from dust, must glorify Him
and not end in gravestones' rows that our children will not see....     
    

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Ballad | |

RESTLESS YOUNG MAN WITHOUT A NAME

He keeps a very low profile,
afraid of the the horrible secret he hides;
hooked on a daily dosage of cocaine...
seeking an instant relief from his acute pain!
His cramped den is the stench
of smoked substance bought on drug-infested streets,
and filth is the undeniable evidence:
one can surely tell that he lives in Hell...
red devilish eyes and sunken cheeks; 
a wasted mind and body meeting their end!   

Restless young man without a name,
wary of the destructible consequences
that stunt your unremorseful conscience;
and what price will you pay and whom will you blame?
Restless young man without a name,
you only existed to fulfill a destiny of shame! 

Day-time is so detestable to him,
more than the viciousest enemy;
night-time changes his personality...  
and he searches for dope down-town,
where the houses are so run-down...
occupied by the crack-heads of East Main!
A limping kid, from nowhere, hands him
a small bag and he exchanges it for some green;
and what started the urge within...
is a deep wound, which can never heal! 

Restless young man without a name, 
intoxicated by the poison that destroys your life and health;
you can't be aware of what distorts your weak senses...
until you are helpless and run out of breath! 
Restless young man without a name,
guiltless and indulgent...you allow death to happily dance!


Details | Rhyme | |

With Nothing In Common I've Hit Rock Bottom

I wanted to talk...  My life has hit "rock bottom."
You said; "No...we've nothing in common." 

I thought we did...we both go 
to the same church.
For some fellowship, I'll begin a new search. 

Many Sundays... My voice goes unheard.
While in your hand, you were carrying God's word. 

Are there others who'd spend 
a minute of their time?
Or am I just a shadow whom they would leave behind? 

I thought the blood of Jesus was our common thread.
What are we doing here? Are we spiritually dead? 

I hope that with me, you won't just "push aside."
Wasn't it also for me--that our saviour died? 

You meet different people every day.
How do you react to others
whom God brings your way? 

May God's Holy spirit convict you to spend
Your time with others-- not just those you call "friend." 

Being Christ' s example is truly a blessing indeed.
Reaching out to the hurting--those in need. 

This is where Christianity really starts.
When we reach out to the 
hurting and broken hearts. 

By Jim Pemberton
2007


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bangladeshi People

I am not ugly but no one loves me
They are so hungry for sex and money!

I am not sexually impotent guy
But up to now my life is full of good bye!

The people insult me for my gray hairs
They do the things whatever devil dares!

God knows I am not at all a bad person
But they treat me so bad for no good reason!


Details | Rhyme | |

You're Beautiful

Hey you with the sad face 

Don’t feel sad with disgrace,
 
Yes I realized
 
By the look in your eyes,
 
If someone hurt you …
 
or made you wanna run and hide
 
Don’t let that be a reason to go and lose your pride,
 
I see your real spirit shining true
 
I see your heart and that’s why I love you,
 
So don’t be afraid to let them know
 
Even when you have nothing to show,
 
You have a true heart in every way
 
Which makes you beautiful in any day,
 
Deep in your eyes your heart is shown
 
I hope you never feel depressed and all alone,
 
I know what you think you need is a friend
 
Which I will be until the end,
 
But what you need is that thing that stayed with you and never left
 
All you need is God and yourself.
 
Unheard cheers and tender sweet tears
 
Will help you wash away all your unsettled fears.

You are beautiful dont you cry

Free yourself so that you can fly.


Details | Free verse | |

Toxic Waste

Toxic waste
verbal hate
put down artists
blank slate
hurting people
quick judgments
without any proof
prey on the weak
pushing buttons
emotional destruction
gutted reactions
spewing in anger
utter disgrace in your face
with great distaste of soured grapes
sharpened tongues
sarcastic wit
snide remarks cutting through
sensitive skin scarring insides
bitterness consumed without remorse
aggressive force to feel superior
collecting victims along the way
without humiliation.

Toxic waste
dumping garbage
smelling vile speaking bile
rotting away from the inside
empty cores of spite lacking emotion
killing spirits to settle scores
without any winners internal sores.


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 | Free verse | |

Discrim-a-Nation

I watch as you
discriminate
in this sad little nation

I watch as you refuse
to hire him
or befriend he

I watch as you fall
into a sad habit
as you keep him from moving up
and act lie we're dumb

I watch as you become
like everyone else
always discriminating
without even a thought

I watch as this becomes
a discriminating Nation
Well, you know it is
     DiscrimiNation.


Details | I do not know? | |

Indian fabric (2005)

So many thoughts scream in her head
Agonising whether she is better off dead
Worries about what to cook
Tough decision on whether a walk will make other men look
No more life, no more flame
All 5 fingers point the blame
A negative light shines on her day and night
She’s a machine and an object of lust
Daily rape is his must
Fight back they all say
“No he has the right to be this way”
He has no respect and gives her zilch
Only satisfied after his milk
Indian fabric is built to last
A weakness that is strong enough to resist the blast


poemsbyrb@hotmail.com


Details | Free verse | |

Memories

Memories haunt and yet they lead.
They help us to find our way.
Memories bring choices with comparisons made.
Memories lead to decisions as corners we turn.
But memories are fluid and change as life goes on.
We forget and discard what we don’t want.
Later we revisit and change images again.

Resentments change to love and care long lost.
Achievements verses what we gave up.
Even wrong can become trying to do right.
Other viewpoints open the older we become…
Then we revisit and memories change again.
Memories can be truth or lies, but they are always…
As fluid as the life from which they come.


Details | Senryu | |

What Are You Waiting For

this wait
has alway's
meant never





Tribute To Martin Luther King


Details | Free verse | |

Fallen Angel

Wrapped in shattered wings of failure,
remorsefully, begging second chances
from the crowd of mannequins; Judgement of silence.
Feeling, this searing breath of mortality
sweep away accolades and critical acclaim.
Slipping from the satin pedestal,
perched upon broken egos.
Tearing the cloth as you cling, grimly, to the pinnacle,
as all the time understudies wait
to steal the lines from your lips. 
Buried secrets erupt from the closed casket,
Still kicking, screaming, with life.
Gutter press headlines, while “Variety” keeps
a dignified silence. Perimeter of courtiers
still bolster fragile façade, even as they kiss and tell. 
Dressed in skin, washed to many times.
Do you pray for endless Sundays?
Now as you enter saffron sunsets; How you have fallen.


Details | Imagism | |

The Eatery

urban alienation
pehaps ambiance of loneliness
or circumstances ambiguous to show



Automat - 1927

Edward Hopper 
  










Tribute To All Nighter Cafe's
Also Entry For Brian Strands Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

The Cycle Lives On

A girl child is born given life brand new
To a mother so proud and a daddy too
Elsewhere mother gives a baby boy life
Daddy's not there he's at home with his wife
One day daddy's gone Baby girl wonders why
Baby boy hides his hunger so mommy don't cry
One mommy works from morning into the night
The other works streets sleeping thru daylight
Each mother making the best of her situation
Children denied mothers love and appreciation
Each child raise themselves all, alone
Kids with no childhood forced to be grown
A two parent love they'll never get to learn
15 years old to each others they will turn
Not knowing true love thinking theirs real
Only both parents love they sought to fulfill
A mother gives a girl life as they do a son
They're but babies, at 15 innocence gone
Reality of broken homes, the cycle lives on



Details | Free verse | |

I Am

I am the man who you can trust
I am the man trust always fails

I am the man you smile to
I am the man fake smiles greet

I am the man you shake hands with
I am the man you want to kill instead

I am the man you laugh with
I am the man you laugh at

I am the man you see everyday
I am the man who sits at home

I am the man who laughs and smiles
I am the man who sobs and cries

I am the man who leads you to happiness
I am the man who lives in sadness

I am the man who shows you the light
I am the man who walks in darkness

I am the man who gives you sight
I am the man who walks blind

I am the man you think is wrong
I am the man who knows he is right

I am the man you stand by his side
I am the man you stab in the back

I am the man who hunts down hate
I am the man you love to hate

I am the man who sits down to teach
I am the man you look down at

I am the man who stands so tall
I am the man who can crumble and fall

I am the man with a millions words
I am the man whose blood runs so cold

I am the man who will always love
I am the man who cannot be loved

I am the man who shows you how
I am the man who is most lost

I am the man who tells you why
I am the man who is most confused

I am the man who looks in the mirror
And sees a millions fingers pointing at him


Details | Free verse | |

Affluent

  
On the sidewalks of beautiful and opulent Waikiki, in step with the wealth of nations, a homeless society, lapping at the scraps, sleeping in doorways and beach park benches , amongst affluent foreigners, under cover of shady scenic banyon trees. She wanders elite avenues in search of her oasis, dripping with the pretentiousness, of a Starbucks cafe gourmet she mused, sipping a double mocha latte with extra froth, topped with shaved chocolate , and a "touch"of Madagascar cinnamon from a hot- cold cup, that she holds with shaking hands, dirty, broken nails and then she dabs at the corners of penciled lips, outlined several times in contrasting color, with a bit of the sleeve of her second hand denim designer jacket. Putting the cup down and picking up the designer copy of a pen that skips occasionally, needing to be tapped on the edge of the table, she pauses for thought and begins to compose a napkin sonnet for a needy friend


Details | Free verse | |

Marionette

Bathed in spotlight, neon tongues
flatter to deceive.
Magdalene princess hawks
cars dancing headlights.

Just a child,
drugged on promises, candy wrapped in lies.

Recollecting innocence on far away shores.
Ambitious,
headstrong,
ready to conquer tradition,
                            ~something that didn’t understand her~

Suffocating her butterflies
in a shroud of adventure.
The man; 
                          ~Job, room, money.
                            A future~
                          ~Payment deferred~

Illegal alien; Faceless statistic,
whose illusions were torn
as easily as her hymen; Debt repayment.
Freedom, just a willow-o-wisp swept away
on the winds of never.

We see her.

Marionette, dancing to strings of addiction,
street vendor with precious wares.
                            ~damaged goods only~

A stare of derision cast no pity,
as we step a little faster.
Avoiding the consequences of Samaritan deeds,
blaming recklessness of youth; lack of respect.
                            ~probably deserves it anyway~

Perfume of apathy overpowers stench of abuse,
and as another piece of meat is tenderized,
we do not dip below the clouds.


Details | Lanterne | |

Rape

.                             Rape
.
.                              hate
                           watches
                       forced passion
                        brutally burn… 
                               help?
.
Dedicated to GOD’S gay and lesbian CHILDREN, raped.
     May GOD BLESS THEM through the pain
               © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
                     February 15, 2010

                Poetic form: Lanterne


Details | Free verse | |

Perceptions of Doubt

Misread messages
misled in confusion
many paths of revelation
light bulb moments
faded in darkened room
wrong impressions being made
perceptions of great doubt
troubled in concentration
blinded by old thoughts
unseen emotional stumbling blocks
needs rebuilding of positive foundation
patterns of change in construction
bound in restriction set in verbal stone
dropped into bottomless pits of uncertainty
submerged in deep waters
drowning in despair without any air
sinking feeling of defeated spirit
beaten up over time lost in a state of chaos
held back by fear of the unknown
truth seeking messages unclear.


Details | Free verse | |

Soulful Cries

I scream, at the top of my lungs
No sound, comes out
Silent, curdling screams
Is, all I have left, now
I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might
While, being forced down 
By the mighty strength, of many men
The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime
Embed, in my senses
Their ghastly hot breathes; making me, want to puke!
Their hands, all over me
Constantly grabbing and groping me
Hollering and cheering each other on
Then, someone punches me
Someone, I cannot see
A large man’s hand, covers my nose and mouth
Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying, my insides!

I can’t breathe, now!

Many heavy handed blows, follow
In a blurry haze
I watch, my scarlet red blood splatter
Upon the snow white sheets, that surround
My sacred blood spilled
My salty tears mixed in with sticky men’s semen
My body, a raging torrent of scorching hot lava
Lulling into a translucent, entranced state
Surrendering, to the primal, animalistic frenzy
The men, taking what they want, anyway they want it
Devouring every morsel left ,of my weak and weary body
My body fighting, for its God given right
To live, now!
My life flashes before my eyes
The sounds around me begin to fade
My eyes glaze over, my body goes limp
My body betraying me, when I need her the most!
Silently, I pray for this is not my will, but their own
“Have mercy upon these souls” 
“Please forgive these men, as I do, now
“My love remains with you, heavenly Father”
Blackened tears of jet black mascara
Weave their way down
Through the bloody crevasses, of my black & blued skin
My body used up, a lifeless vessel, totally numb!
My innocence and dignity stripped!
No one, can save me, the worst is done!
Bashed, beaten, worn
I am nothing, no more...


Details | Narrative | |

Homeless Woman

There she sits,
Empty cup, head in hands,
She does not have selfish demands,
She wants for nothing rash or bland,
She simply wants a place to live,
Somone to give her the love she's never had,
She knows how it feels to be cold and alone,
She does not know the heat of a warm home,
A loving hand, she'll never touch,
Care is all she asks for,
Is that too much?


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Ballad | |

AS INHUMAN AS A MAN'S HEART SEEMS

As inhuman as a man's heart seems...
hidden inside is a tender side:
a beautiful side seldom seen by others;
and that fear of being sensitive
is a real hurdle for those men sworn in pride,
but manly qualities are judged by his deeds...
 
A woman's perception of the common man is that
he is lives in an unintentional masquerede,
to hide the sweetness he won't manifest;
and this unconformity won't let his beauty 
 be capturated by intense emotions of masculinity...
will he break the myth and be appreciated?

I have struggled with it indefinitely
and embraced this stereotype unsympathetically,
why are we supposed to be so uncaring and invulnerable,
and outgrow our own resistance and be so invincible;
have we realized that disharmony,
indignation and frustration are not truly noble?

As inhuman as a man's heart seems,
many sacrifice love for an unexplanable cause...
putting vanity before human compassion:
without guilt, regard and trepidation;
have we become so stubbornly persistent...
to lose all self-direction and prospective?   
 


Details | Haiku | |

The "Joy" of Fire and Brimstone

Satan brings you "joy"
Until you die in his arms
Of fire and brimstone


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 | Ballad | |

In Debt Blues

My cheap wine is the only thing I buy 
I'm so broke I can't afford to cry 
I'm so deep in debt, such a long way to get out 
The in debt blues is what I'm singing about 
I work for the man, I'm as poor as can be 
I have no chair, no couch or tv 
You can never win, if you always lose 
I've got them bad, the in debt blues 
Debt relief says give them a call 
I'm so stressed I light my last Pall Mall 
I need help, so many bills, I'm so confused 
Someone please help me get rid of those in debt blues 
Cabinets are empty, not a crumb in the house 
Slim pickens for all, including a mouse 
Cabbage water to drink, cabbage to eat 
I can't recall the last time I tasted meat 
No socks and worn out shoes 
I just can't seem to walk away from those in debt blues 
Bill collectors calling me each and every day 
You have to face up to your issues, can't just run away 
now I'm reaching out, hope it's not too late 
I pray I haven't sealed my own fate 
I ask what is a broke and poorly educated man to do 
Let me cleanse myself and wash away these in debt blues


Details | Rhyme | |

The Gunslinger

He was a gunslinger from the lone star state,
With a mind full of anger and a heart full of hate.
He wore two six shooters,one on each hip,
With the notches of the dead cut into the grip.
The eyes of this gunslinger showed no emotion or fear,
Every one kept there eyes on him when he was near.
Then along came a stranger,with a star upon his chest,
Looking for the man from the deep southwest.
He called the man out from the lone star state.
He knew that talking was useless,his words would carry no weight.
As they pulled there guns,the gunslinger gave it his best.
But the bullet that struck first was from the man with the star on his chest.
When the gunslinger hit the ground,the marshal asked him why,
The man from the lone star state showed emotion and shed a tear from his eye.
She was just a kid when the gang rode into town,
She was barely sixteen,why did they gun her down.
You finally put me to rest,the anger and hate will finally subside,
And as the gunslinger past away,the marshal finally knew why.


Details | Free verse | |

Dark Cloud On My Horizon

That dark cloud is back
yes, I feel it starting to drip
It's leaky contents is swelling
he's lost 
again.

He works hard
he is never out of work
except, last month
weeks passed, 
he's lost.

He had work
we breathed ealier
made plans
not to celebrate,
dig out.

After two weeks
they downsized
he is still six five
to my five six
I'm lost.

That dark cloud is backk
it's just hovering now
it's load is about to drop
hopefully not on my head
bucket anyone.

We are half a century
too old they say
not to our face
so, what are we to do?
live anyway. . .


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Heat

HEAT
WLM/KDW
Wildncrazy555
April 18, 2011

Waiting on the corner
Should we warn her
Of the approaching danger
Like a silent still ranger
She has been caught as a snitch
Out comes the evil, mean witch
We may to her have to slice
Into little pieces we love to dice
With a rock to her neck she will sink
After a while she will begin to stink
And no one will ever know
For through time she will never show
This is a terrible place
 Which has fallen from all of God’s grace 
We hope we may
Live through the day
And hope to always stay
To live another day



Details | Free verse | |

How I Write My Sadness


Sorrow and pain—
buried in rhyme, with heavy 
alliteration 
strutting the pages 

of a poetic mind, 
not wanting 
his unknown reader to be caught
in his shattered life. Ah, 

only the ants can hear me cry.


Details | Alliteration | |

As I Wait for the Show to Start

I silently sit in my seat,
all alone in my own asylum,
but everyone else stand and elates,
conversing, cuddling and catching up, I just
wait for when the show will
start so I can seem
dim in the darkness, and the daring
actors attract the attention.


Details | I do not know? | |

One Girl's Pain

They turn, look, and say
Shun her
Shun her for she is not perfect
Sun her for she is intelligent
And her intelligence threatens us
Remind her that she is small and we are big
Make her know her place and love it
For she is weak and we are strong
Use her for she is powerless against us
And powerless she shall remain
Forever will be the story of one girl's pain.


Details | Lay | |

died while i was living

can't be 
justice 
with the suspect 
smiling 

can't be love 
with my heart 
still prowling 

oh 911 
did you get the 
411 
my heart was broken 
i can't walk or run

i can't talk i'm stung
haven't even touch 
you....now look at 
the drool from my tounge

i'm seeing my future 
but my present is 
threat ful 
if i don't change i'm just 
i'm just 
i'm just 
i'm just 
i'm just 
hold up i'm talented 
beautiful
able 
willing 
strong 
powerful 
determine.,.
my fears died while i was living


Details | Rhyme | |

HIS Love For YOUR Pain

"It's hard to see someone I love
 go through so much pain."
Were the words I heard that night
 I called on Jesus' name.

"This person whom I love, 
has gone through so much."
"How I wish to bring my peace
 and healing touch."

I cried and wept, as I heard
 the master's voice.
His gift of love is for all of us...  
It's our choice!

His body was broken...  
A sacrifice was made.
His life for our sorrow and pain, 
is what he gave.

His grace is more than sufficient
 for the pain we endure.
His love and commitment to you,
 is true and secure.

He loves you so much. 
He waits at your heart's door.  
He gives peace and comfort. 
 And so much more!

The pain and suffering you're
 going through today.
Please listen to the words 
Christ has to say.

"I am El-Shadaii." "Jehovah-Jireh."
"Your very best friend."
"My love and devotion to you
 will never, never end."

By Jim Pemberton
2008


Details | Free verse | |

Never Alone

One month and two days ago
We met
Some fell in love
Others wept

I look back 
And I remember
How we were treated equal
All a member

Scattered across the country
We were united 
And one was angry, sad
We were there; strong and undivided

A cruise liner could
Not hold our emotion
We stood and looked at
Each other with strong devotion

One month and two days today
We all look back
And talk like we're still together
We are never seperated; never alone


Details | Sonnet | |

Sorrows

My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear.
My words that flow betray my honor and send me fear.
Never would you know of the dilemma and sorrow I hide.
My soul and desires have reached outward and only cried.

Burdens I have carried and hidden from day of my birth.
Lost and forsaken my spirit never awoken for my worth.
Though I carry onward and deflate my mystery from inside.
They know not of the precious fortitude, courage I hide.

These attitudes I shall carry deeply into my quiet grave.
For to depart any other way, would separate soul to save.
My sorrow of who I have disheartened I carry deep within.
Though I do not feel my quagmire holds any real sin.

These days and nights that I target, from within my life,
Shall someday have a stronghold and be graciously rife.

written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ 
Contest Name Just Write

written on 08/14/2011


Details | Free verse | |

Gods used and abused

Anyone can take your name
and turn it into a shabby restaurant
or even a cheap chunk of silver
made in Taiwan
Capitalism is the deity of these times
but what is the price of a god?

Do you remember when your name 
was placed sacred
upon the lips of men?
Once they brought wine and flowers
and the sweet smell of sunshine
into your shady grove
evoking mystery 
and reverence of the divine

Now they seek to own you in ragged pieces
tearing flesh from your bones
consuming you spirit and soul
in one thick draught

Maybe one day these new gods too will be made into novelties-
jehova fish and chips
or jesus drycleaning
-these young, modern gods!

But time is a straight shot arrow
Nations live and die in one breath to you 
and the names of gods are carved deep,
lasting far after
the bones of men crumble to dust


Details | Quatrain | |

Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Our “Mother Earth” has filled her graves; dread stays.
Entrapping thousands in her hungry jaws.
She quivered with her deepest rage, oh, day.
And from her belly under seas roars cause.

Spitting fire, destroying, homes; thus stealing breath.
Disaster bound its heart to tears affright.
Rescuers search the rubbles heaped with … Death.
She killed the young and old with just one bite. 

Gone; children ripped from parents while they played.
And Old folks lost in thought found not their stay.
In moments those that lived had passed away.
Now destitute, survivors to God pray.

The rich and poor together work, none tire.
Will hopes and prayers revive their stolen days?
The rescued, shocked, and dazed reap horrors’, ire.
Life lost beneath debris turns to a blaze.

The world looks on with wonder, all amazed.
Resilient, pained, some brave survivors’ fight.
For tragedy had thrust death’s dreadful phase.
But human strengths arose to face their plight.

As help from other lands aid dreams betrayed.
Reminding all who lived that we are one.
United humans, tasting dread; strength stayed.
Compassion, peace, and love beneath the sun.


© © Dane Smith-Johnsen
January 31, 2010

Poetic form: Quatrain


Details | Bio | |

Silencio

chiseled by the mood,
my tongue stand stood
no words are made;
silence moved to invade

time passed by
but the clock seemed to die
hovering this duration
killing my population

motionless, with a crippling posture
''..still alive.'' for that Im sure.
only my murmuring brain is active
anatomy tells, it works as passive

as the lake rest waveless
a stone was thrown aimless
the latter woke the creature within-
sending a familiar feeling

slowly the tide came in
life begun with a sudden whim;
a comrade had been visible;
and eagerness start with the usual babble.


Details | I do not know? | |

infatuation

the sweet smell of candy on his breath
as he talks to me
he asks me to leave his side
the soft glow of happiness in his eyes
as we talk, he's bored but he's being kind
the anticipated excitement i can see on his face
as he sits there
he's just killing time
the radiant confidence i recognize
as he turns he just leaves me behind
the hovering scent of his cologne
as he leaves
and he's stuck on my mind


Details | I do not know? | |

scream test

Scream 
That sound assaults my dreams  
Breaking through my skin and crawling up the wall

Watching me as my body falls 

Shaking me entirely 
Changing pitches 
My eyes are wide

If you look closely, you take a look inside
You turn me upside down
You sip my idle mind

You taste my torment 

It burns like rum going slowly down 
Slipping, sliding…slowing down
Your throat 

And you break this glass
You smash it on the counter 
The taste wasn’t to your liking 

But it is real 
and you Founder


Details | Rhyme | |

Do You Feel Like You've Been Defeated


Do you feel like you’re “worn out” and defeated?
Like nothing in your life has really been completed?

Do you feel like your life is going “downhill” fast?
And wonder how much longer you’re “going to last?”

Do you feel like you’ve hit too
 many “bumps in the road?”
The weight upon your shoulders feels like a “heavy load?”

Do you feel like you just can’t take it anymore?
You may wonder if anything in
 life is worth living for...

Do you want to hear some good news I have to bring?
I can tell you of someone who can 
take care of everything!

Do you want to know of someone 
who can change your life today?
His name is Jesus, and he can take
 all of your problems away!

Do you want to allow him to change
 your life throughout?
This is what HIS love is really all about!

Do you want to experience the power of God within?
Knowing what it means to be forgiven and born again…

If this is what you want and what
 your heart wants to gain.
Simply reach out to Jesus and call 
on his name…

He wants you to know and to completely understand.
He’s here right now and waits 
with an outstretched hand…

He wants you to know…  He really does love YOU.
Why not start today?  And be made BRAND NEW!!!

By Jim Pemberton  
01/18/11


Details | Free verse | |

Dollar Bill Love

The creaking door announces
Workboots demeaning the “Welcome Mat”
Pillow touched voices grow closer
Harder
Closer 
Apple grass licks my bare feet
As I launch from
The room soon corrupted
By sugar filled noses
And failed breathalyzers
And thrown utensils 
And threatened throats
Coated with failed divorce
And corrupt psychology
And unanswered questions
And dollar bill love,
But my love costs more
Than cherry bicycles
And lightning scooters.


Details | Ballad | |

I PRAY, WHILE OTHERS REBEL...

To have a repenting heart
which is changed by flowing kindness,
you earnestly need to pray,
and I pray,while others rebel...
ejecting bitterness from their harsh words;
and as sinful as they are:  they still
like to be praised for their formidable might: 
to mock,to insult,and deride in an harmful way!

I pray, while others rebel...
demanding an act of veneration; 
nothing that exposes conviction,
or  liberation from libel!

They continue to look right and holy,
but underneath they cringe...
plotting against the will of God,
bending their ways to fit their habits;
an iron bar will bend 'till it melts
from the intense heat...and so will they!

I pray...while they rebel,
and set their mind on revenge...
their unconvincing glow seems strange;
do I have to resemble them in heart and mind,
speak in the same voice unti I reach Hell?
Haven't they noticed that I'm listening to another sound?


Details | Rhyme | |

Is Your Life Running On EMPTY

Is your life running 
on empty fumes?
Are the adversities and stress
 of life being consumed?

Any zeal and passion for God
 may be in the past…
You wonder; “How long is life
 going to last???”

Perhaps you feel like your
 anchor’s “been lost at sea…”
And ask; “Lord…  
Why is this happening to me?”

Things in life often
 catch us “unaware…”
You may ask; “does anyone
 out there really care?”

There is someone who
 can help you along!
In Jesus’ arms of mercy
 is where you belong!

He walked this earth and 
calmed the sea of Galilee…
He’ll calm the storms
 of life for you and me!

Won’t you give him a chance... 
 To calm your fears?
And allow his love to
 wipe away any tears?

He’ll bring peace to a
 hopeless situation…
All you need to do… 
 Is to give him an invitation…

The choice is yours…  
It’s your decision to make!
Won’t you do it now?  Before it’s too late???

By Jim Pemberton  
01/18/10







Details | I do not know? | |

American Live's A'wasted, Priced Of Oil, We've Tasted

A star-lit night,while out on patrol...If
the enemy is ever sighted,it's beyond my
control.Land mines and IED's blow up metal
boxes on wheels...American live's,of this
un-Godly politically oil inspired war of
Iraq,takes as steals.An American flag waves
in the wind and flies overhead...Is Arab
oil the price we pay for our very own dead?

02-27-2006'.


Details | Burlesque | |

Methheads of Mo-Town

Oh, just live for once in your life.
Oh, just die for once in your life.
Overwrought by confusion and strife.
Overtaken by a magical, mysterious phenomena.
Memory of mad months, memories of unexplainable phenomena.
Skin and bones are colliding, phenomena's not playing fair!
And you wonder if in the beginning you thought to care.
Plea to the gods of giving, recovery is rare.
Another statistic ... Another Methhead of Mo-Town.


Details | Verse | |

Burning a cool fire

When a fire breaks out
In a property,
Everyone runs after the fire,
To make sure,
Nobody is left, 
But when somebody flamed me up,
Nobody come to share me,
Everyone blamed me,
This is my business,
They cannot touch my privacy,
I burnt the entire life,
Nobody shared my pain.
I tried hard to extinguish it,
Myself, and wept, until,
My last wish did not burn,
I cooked my sighs,
And roasted my memories.
Nobody came to care for me,
I am living in a poor world,
Where a fire is burning in my cool motions.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Parade of Ghosts

Leaping to the mind,
The hatred kills the sane,
Leaping back on their soapbox,
Spoke of the devil's bane.
Hooded wolfs bleed to the ranks of angels,
They speak and boasts,
Marching through the dead of night,
Are the parade of ghosts.


Details | Narrative | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Mask

Run
Far away
no one can hurt me there
words can't reach me through these concrete walls
Pain
unbarable anxiety
my heart is so heavy
the weight on my shoulders is tearing me down.




Maybe the way I act is misleading, just take the mask off and you will see the real me.


Details | Elegy | |

Connie's Poem

Brilliant words made of love, 
decay in a blur of rage 
and in-perfection.

A family is broken 
as the trigger is pulled 
and the unmindful bullets fly.

Compassion and lies have met.
Righteousness and discord have kissed.

As she fades in deaths handcuffs 
love slips away.



Details | Elegy | |

Connie's Poem Part Two

The gunshots echoes the end,
her chest trembles,
its her last breath.
She is covered in blood,
its splattered everywhere,
it seems too much.

I ignore it and hold her still warm hand,
as her eyes stared up to heaven,
I'm wondering what she seen,
maybe I'll catch a glimpse
of an Angel taking her away.

C.P.R. fails,
the pulse is gone.
I slowly stand
only to face the murderer.
In his eyes the anger and distress
have united in a paralysis
of fear and shock.

He is mumbling,
making no sense,
the gun is held
tightly against his head.

Once he was called
Husband and Father,
now he is something 
that is not man.

With disgust and fear,
I take Connie's gun
from his shaking hands.
as he is  waiting
for the comfort
of the cold steel
handcuffs.

Marrage vows
were broken and silenced
in a few moments
of domestic violence.

To the man who is not a man,
its life without parole
behind brick walls till the end.



Details | Terza Rima | |

MORE BITTER THAN SORROW

When freedom is limited to merely living a gloomy existence,
not having access to all the privileges and total liberties
of a free society, then it's more bitter than sorrow.  



When one's faith is not allowed to be openly professed and expressed
to praise God and place Him above Man, it's a suppressing hand
hindering any heart to sing its hymns...becoming an ordeal more bitter than sorrow.



I have the gift of the written word, which the Almighty endowed me at birth,
and my intolerance can infuriate the rage of any suppressing regime without worth;
woe to them who will force me to swallow a venom more bitter than sorrow!  



For an uncrowned head, with no honor bestowed upon it, there's no need for a sword,
but how will the doleful faces, that desire joy to shine upon them, celebrate life? 
I can offer them solace, not hopelessness which is more bitter than sorrow. 



Cruel and unfair kings, you run your kingdoms with an inhuman heart and a bloody hand,
drowning your people in conspicuous silences; a fearful people, who must never cause discord
among the poor and the ignorant, lest they choose a martyrdom more bitter than sorrow.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

WHAT IT MEANS

If I could see you every day
For the rest of my life
I would be so happy
But why should I be
When you no longer seem to feel that way
about me

I’m done with emotion
I’m done with feeling
And it looks like you are too
Judging by the way you’re acting

Every time I find someone perfect for me
I’m reminded they’ll be just out of my reach
No matter who it is
No matter where they are
No matter how very much they mean to me

I’m finally beginning to learn what it means
What this great grand thing we call “life” really means
And I’d rather be on my own all alone
Than bouncing a baby on my knee.


Details | Rhyme | |

We're Greatly Influenced By Society


We’re Greatly Influenced By Our Society We’re greatly influenced by our society. Our culture comes in many types of “varieties.” Often, there is a wicked and sinful force.. As people forget God, and look to another “source.” Too often, many in society have “confused” minds. Evil and perversion come in many different kinds We often read in the news just about every day. Something that another “confused” mind has to say. “Where did this person go wrong?” Is wondered. Another family or person is “torn and plundered.” “If my people humble themselves, and repent of their ways.” “I will heal their land!” This is what God says! Without God as the focus of our life’s attention. We’re sure to go “off course.” Into the wrong direction. “There is a way that seems right.” “But the end is death.” This is a truth of God’s word… Until your last breath! Jesus is the answer to any kind of difficult situation. We desperately need him all across our nation! Only he brings the love and fulfillment we need to obtain. We can find everything we need in HIS precious name! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Jump Rope

Shannon,
I knew her in 
middle school
friends caught 
somewhere between
being children, pre-teen
adults.

We jumped with
a wooden handled rope 
across the stage
in Tom Sawyer.

1890's leather
and petticoats
galloping and swishing
against exposed 
pale thin knobbed
ankles.

Crossed stage right
to stage left,
cued when Tom and 
Becky kissed.
 
Growing shannon
learned to kiss dangerous
exciting men.

Coccaine and Vodka
replaced petticoats
and plays. I heard  
years later of the haunted
whispers of such a childs
fate.

Death stole her at the 
age of twenty after 
nightly slaps - screams
from one of her
immoral un-ingenues.

Shannon Stopped.
Stopped skipping, 
laughing, playing,
acting.

She hung herself from a 
rusty fire escape in a
little city alley with the 
same wooden handled 
jump rope at midnight
in march's icy rain.


Details | Elegy | |

Bombay Missiles

From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by  bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.

The scourge abided by cause of hooliganism
By a group of libertine, 
Held, ye plot to an affright baker’s dozen bams.
He who fended collared gravely, and he who
Fathered, headed for the hills. 
Passing of breaths and the devour city
Bellowing mother’s cry and bemused father
The helpless baby yet addled with a smile.
The speechless contrarian and the stock market blues
Mongers fall back and the bollywood whodunit. 
Queried world and hastening federations 
The eventual address to make for red alert. 

Staked City and yet another lionize attack
To their day of remembrance on the cause of vandalism
Dawdled to a tetrad later 
Abided by the juvenility of their community
Held, ye plot to an heptad bams.
Office hour rushed shush dead to the world
Aghast citizenry and deplorable family
Her plighting husband to return and son’s oft exacts
Left apart for an unknown time.

Ruled by terrorism, shame upon faith
Around-the-clock yet another hark back
Abided by the army of pure
Held, ye plot to tenner explosions.
Challenges taken were overwhelm 
An arrest bore witness
Yet, 
From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by  bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.


Details | Free verse | |

I Must Forgive

He is young.
I must forgive.
He is too young to understand.

He wants me always.
He shouts if he fails.
He shouts if he needs.
He wants everything and nothing.

He is young.
I must forgive.
He is too young to understand.

He yells his own way.
He hits till I'm blue.
He hits till he's won.
He yells every hour of every day.

He is young.
I must forgive.
He is too young to understand.

He breaks his things.
He bullies his friends.
He bullies his memories.
He breaks my heart.

He is young.
I must forgive.
He is too young to understand.

He is 31.
He is my husband.
He is not too young.


Details | Free verse | |

patience

he was patience
i could see that at first look

no frown upon his face
could anyone spot

noticed how he held
his mug of coffee
close with
swollen knuckled hands

he was happy to
oblige anyone
for any favor they asked

he was a patient man
sitting at the same
seat every day he came
to eat his  very same
eggs over hard and sausage
on the side

he was a comfort
the girls for he would
put up with no nonsense
to none that threatened
no matter who they were

for a year and 1 day i saw
him in the same way 
and then on the 366th day
he came no more

he was a patient man
they say he killed himself
in the back of the store


Details | Blank verse | |

The Hospital Trilogy Part Three - Bedlam No More

Now hushed bleak sterile corridors
recall the cries, laughter and tears
of those once termed insane;
all is still now. 
Rooms behind forbidding windows,
shutters slam-dance lazily in the breeze;
all is empty. 
No actual cells, no straw on cruel stone floors
or padded walls,
reality is cracked linoleum and Formica;
all is quiet. 
The local Bedlam towers black,
decaying dead slumber,
etched against a red-tinged horizon. 
No movement now within the confines
of her walls,
other than upon the evenings of the
Autumnal moon, when perhaps
resonances of the past send strange
drifting spectres to walk the balconies
and pace the grey great hall,
acting out the bygone dramas of this home,
this refuge, Asylum. 
Those who would dare to 
venture here
on such tragi-comic nights would see;
but no one comes here and no one sees
and all too few care or understand,
for all that is past are now dead memories,
and all that is to follow
is the truest madness... 


Details | I do not know? | |

Black Cloud Circus

I have a growing black cloud in my heart 
My soul inside is slowly falling apart 
The decay of my spirit can be seen in sad eyes 
There is a growing attraction of this spectacle in an immeasurable size  

A freak show circus has come to town in this black cloud 
The audience comes with the currency of ridicule and judgment oh so proud! 
They point and laugh and mock me oh so cleverly! 
I am great for business because I am such a sad sight to see! 

No one knows what is really behind the curtains of my dark eyes 
Some where in my mind I pray for a quick demise 
I care too much and willing show the vulnerable card 
The audience mistakes my compassion for stupidity and labels me a retard 
 
There will be a point in time when I am just gone one day 
Some one will have to tell them the show is cancelled and to go away 
 
No more freak boy with the enlarged heart 
No more sensitive weirdo who is not too smart 
No drowning fish who can not do anything right 
Sorry your freak show was cancelled which brought you all such personal delight 

The time has come to find a new human attraction 
Some other poor bastard to mock for personal satisfaction 



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Break me

I was confused
I was broken
What you told me
Made me fallen

I am shattered
I am battered
I am the victim in this again
I have lost in my world

You don't know
You don't feel it
But deep inside here
I am broken to bits

I thought you understand
I know you did
But why must you turned away
And say nothing to me

I saw your face
I saw you there
I want to say hi
But are you aware?

I am here
I am broken
so Break me
Break me now

I am here 
I am falling
so Crush me
Crush me now

I am here
I am crying
so Push me
Push me down

And I can't believe it was me who was the one
I became the dead, and you rose frm the dark
Can't you feel the hollow emotions in my heart
I am shouting, dying, crying, praying
I AM BREAKING APART!

I thought you knew
I thought you understood me
But after all this time,
I was the one who deserved Nothing


Details | Free verse | |

ALL LEGENDS ARE MADE BY DREAMS

Is there a purpose for struggling,
enduring trails that could be been avoided?
What motivates an individual to surpass
any conceivable limit...to build a concept?


A normal person has less cares than a genius;
no passion for art or interest in science,
so aimless is that existence...
resembling a shadow passing. 


A philosopher once said that
legends are made by dreams,
by each stage as they are woven,
but their inner voices are as faint 
and distant as raging waterfalls
descending steeply, to splash in rivers below;
and to hear them, you must get closer enough,
until their loud sound can deafen 
the ears and astonish the eyes...
Oh, I have contemplated them in sheer surprise!


Nobody ever sees a thinker's curved back
posing on the water-splashed, cracked rock;
if civilization has betrayed his idealistic thoughts,
accusing him of insanity and prejudice...
how can dark minds be lucid enough to discern
what he sees in images of true perfection?
And he will be another outcast detested by society...
for having demonstrated a superior mentality?


Go to the highest hill, amid the rugged mountains of the South,
and find him in the same spot meditating
over a glorious view that the very learned once admired;
go and comfort him with a friendly hand-shake,
and amply confirm that his action wasn't a mistake,
but a challenge and a cause worth-taking!
And his testimony, that all legends are made by dreams,
is found in his prophetic and exquisite writings.



Details | Rhyme | |

Life In The Fast Lane

She sits on the bathroom floor 
Hiding behind a tightly closed door 
Afraid that prying eyes will see 
What society has forced her to be 

With fingers pushed halfway down her throat 
On the remains of dinner she silently chokes
The taunting cries of her classmates in mind 
Loudly calling her fat all the time 

Just a size ten but not a three 
Like the girls in magazines you see 
Thighs that need to be as slim as a boys 
Boobs need to be as large as flotation toys

He sits and stares at his pale skin 
Apparently white is out, tan is in 
Long hours spent on a tanning bed 
Risking skin cancer to fit in instead

Only sixteen, muscles not developed yet 
Need to be leaner and stronger he frets 
And so the need to be more than he is drives 
To bottles of steroids he soon arrives 

The school bell rings, all the kids scatter 
Except one lonely girl that seems not to matter 
Classified as poor by the labels on her jeans
Not worth socializing with by those that have means 

The parking lot is filled with such flashy cars 
Kids talking on cell phones, their heads in the stars
Gucci sunglasses draped across their nose
Life as an stereotype dawns clear and slows

Everyone wants to emulate a great big star 
Society tells them it's no good to be who you are
You have to be better than everyone else you see 
The thinner, the tanner, the richer, the better you'll be

Girls should be blond, blue eyed and demure 
Sexy and seductive, rich and not poor 
Boys should be muscular yet tanned and lean 
With smiles so white they blind when seen 

Everyone needs to drive a fast fancy car 
Designer clothes are the very best by far 
For all those that don't fit the wonderful dream 
The world doesn't even see them it seems

Too much hype splashed across billboards to the young 
Expectations are too high but are haphazardly slung 
Into the schoolyard the hype does quickly spread 
Feeding egos and turning them into bullies instead 

Those that have more and who fit the desired mold 
Hassling those that haven't reached the gold
Next thing you know there's a kid with a gun 
Trying to silence the voices of everyone 

Then we wonder what happened to him 
Well the truth is, he just couldn't fit in 
Too many stereotypes not enough understanding 
Life just became too absolutely demanding



Details | I do not know? | |

The Alien

He gazes at her,
Sitting all on her own.
Not a single friend by her side.
No one noticed
Her soft falling tears,
Not even the teachers.
She was alienated
Because of her skin,
That no one dared go near.
On the outside she looked different,
But on the inside she was really the same.
She was still a human,
Just an innocent teenager
Trying to get on with her life.
The only difference there was,
Was the colour of skin no one there shared.
He had white skin,
She had black,
But that didn't matter to him.


Details | I do not know? | |

Have and the have nots

grabbing at straws the luck of the draw
some live big some live raw
a few like gods on hills of gold
every things fine just do what were told

A man on the corner needs something to eat
money walks by thinks dirty deadbeat
separated so the poor don't offend
at least when your down no need to pretend

late at night at the castle on the hill
a drunken success pops another pill
doesn't talk to his kids doesn't have real friends
his wife loves spending and the hottest new trends

a mother and her children prepare for the meal
what little there is seems so surreal
Everyday she struggles to provide
all she has is love and great strength inside

the driver takes him to the company he owns
he makes money by working others to there bones
always watching for a worker whose down
to remind them hes got the best jobs in town

eight sharp she takes the bus into work
she works for sol ittle just to please some rich jerk
the boss points out maybe its time for some new clothes
hes pays so little cares nothing for what she owes


the girls need braces but theres no way to pay
she smiles real big and says well get em someday
but shes knows she probably wont ever afford
she can barely make rent on her own accord

when he enters his mansion he feels quite alone
a beautiful house but know sign of a home
he decides it be better if workers lost there medical coverage
the company will save and even the overage

two people so very different one thinks hes what most people want to aspire to
the other wonders how long she can hold two sick days she'd be out on the street
the first one is selfish drinks every night avoids his family and lies a lot to
the second is down but will never give up and her children love her she is so sweet

these two people we see everyday I'm willing to bet you may look away
she just doesn't know how to save irresponsible i hear people say
when you see the man in his top notch suit and perfect smile
i hear people say what an outstanding man i like to talk for a while

When i see the man in his thespian role i feel a ting of pity in the heart in the soul
all the money doesn't help him see the person he his the one he could be
when i see the women struggle all day i wonder why we aren't all this way
her strength and courage virtues indeed a path of love is always richer then  one of greed 


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The Road Fight

The crowd surrounded the side of the road
Looking at the scene.
An old man shouted on a young lady
He ordered her to keep quiet.
But the lady was very sturbborn.

She pounced on her opponent,
A man, a big man, she bit the man on his biceps
The man showed the arm, with blood, to the old man.
The old man slapped his daughter.
The young lady pushed her old man.

The old man fell in the hands of the crowd.
The big man saw this he then attacked the lady.
The crowd had tried to stop the big man,
But two were deposited on the lady's face.
The lady's eyes had sworn and her lips was blood.

The lady's supporters moved away to call another huge man.
Before the huge man came the lady had off her blouse.
Her bra was exposed as she was ready to die.
When her boyfriend came, he attacked the big man with a green bottle.
It landed on the big man's head unhappily.

Her boyfriend then stabbed the big man in the stomach.
The police came, then the crowd scattered and the police made no arrest.
That was the end.
Because the old man wanted her daughter the big man,
and the lady wanted to marry her own boyfriend.
That was the flesh of the contention.

Nobody in the world knew this.
It was only God, me and the reader.


Details | Haiku | |

A Pretty White Rose

a pretty white rose
her robe is being filled with
tears from someone's eyes


Details | Free verse | |

Disorder

Anxiety of worries
stresses in life
emotional fears
rigid in perception
patterns unbroken
frozen in movement
from opportunities passed.

Avoiding of participation
sitting on the sidelines
watching in slow motion
the fear of dying
hearts racing fast
in much anticipation
reclusive and isolated
from the world
passing you by
trapped in a prison
that is no lie
immobilized I cry.


Details | Free verse | |

Knock It Down

down down down, knock it down to the basement 
blowing stuff up for a book never made sense 
the books were made, we've been screwed since
religion should be talked about in past tense
hence, the age of ignorance is over 
ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders
its a heavy weight to carry 
but death is a women i would gladly marry 
if it means i could stop the torment and destruction 
of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted
the mind is pure, void of superstition 
don't transmit unto your loved one your condition 
let them grow up, and make their own decision 
because i know if you did they would never choose the same path 
they would figure out the simple math  
they would never be so arrogant
to believe this world was heaven sent 
and was made with them in mind
they would reject any mention of a being divine 
only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain 
eternity, what is there to gain 
is this life and this world not enough for you 
you need another, and another, and another too
it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have 
don't let your children fall victim to the same fad


Details | Cowboy | |

The Fourth of July Hat

THE FOURTH OF JULY HAT

We used to celebrate July the Fourth when the kids were young—
Till they grew up and moved away and life became far-flung.

Yes, once we toasted freedom’s day and shot off big fireworks—
Now I sit here in this dark bar surrounded by some jerks.

We used to ride our horses on this Independence Day,
We barbecued and downed a few and for our nation prayed.

Then the show of fountains, Roman candles and Black Cat—
Till judges and town laws ruled: “You aren’t allowed to do that!”

Slowly the country lost its way and now it seems insane—
Shredding our constitution with rights of eminent domain.

Now Addie’s gone and I’m alone to tend to this old spread,
Till slickers come and crowd me off and I’m just left for dead.

Now holidays don’t mean too much and good times just don’t last,
I wonder if folks understand sacrifices of our past?

So on this Fourth I watch fireworks upon a bar room screen,
My wrinkled skin like leather now, but oh, what I have seen…

They’re playing our nation’s anthem and I’m sure liking that,
When some young tough rudely yells: “Cowboy, I can’t see through your hat!”

But I feel a bit stubborn and cling to what I have left
And sit there till he says, “Old man, are you a little deaf?”

Slowly, I take that hat off, and feel for something inside—
Then put on an old folded army cap with deep love and pride. 

Then as the last fireworks fade, and loud rockets burst and whir—
That young man shakes my hand and says, “Happy Fourth of July, sir.” 
  


Details | Free verse | |

Played My Heart

You played my heart,
You made me believe
We'd never part.

You swayed me,
You make believed
How we'd be.

You kissed my lips,
You made me imagined
All of what we'd be.

You loved me,
You laid beside me,
Wished we'd be 'you and me'.

You played my heart,
You made my feelings fade
Away from how we'd be.


Details | Free verse | |

Love Hate and War

Love hurts
Friendship is hard
Peace never comes
Sorrow lingers on
Anger is a drug
War never ends
Good in the world
Will never stay long
And hope is diminished to nothing
All you want to do is cry
But even that is impossible
Because evil is disguised as good
And we fall for it every time


Details | Narrative | |

A Corpse

It was afternoon and month of June 
The Sun shone full in the Asian skies, 
Sending down scorching rays, 
Enough to cause death to those who sleep, 
On the cozy beds made of sponge. 

Beside the public place, upward face, 
I did see a corpse of a child lying 
With belly exposed, legs stretched wide, 
The arms folded on the unbuttoned chest, 
Slight afar from the callous crowd, 
Flies hummed around as if the Death Angel, 
Had done his job early in the morn. 

With chilled blood in the veins, 
And fearful heart in the chest, 
Riveted gaze at the frightening scene, 
Advanced I timidly forcing legs, 
Stood beside examining from top to toe, 
And shook it from the sooty arms, 
To certify belief occupying my mind. 

At the jerk first he sprang up, 
Sat, squatted rubbing the eyes, 
Yawned, snorted breathing aloud, 
To make me believe, he was not dead, 
But it is pity he knew not, 
He was a living corpse.


Details | Senryu | |

A Friendly Bishop

A friendly Bishop…
In Angel’s weary eyes lies 
The color of sin


Details | Rhyme | |

Young and Old, Children and Adults.

I watch the children as they play
They laugh 
and smile, thinking 
everything is okay
But in there feeble little minds
Hidden behind bright young eyes
They know, to the world there nothing but a child
The world dosen't know
The world dosen't care
There just another face
With a number and a name
Inside, they grow old
Tired and misserable
Sick and cold
Wishing something good would happen
But knowing that it won't
Outside there still young
Knowing nothing of the world
And the evil people it holds
Old replaces the young
Now these children are adults
Frowns and sunken eyes
They never seem to smile
All they seem to do is cry
When money isn't right
When life turns into a job
The only time they smile
Is when they finally die.

End


Details | Free verse | |

A Character

Sometimes how our sable heinous deeds, 
Stifle conscience, hush inner voices, 
Lead to the zones of perpetual night. 

I recall a character killer of father, 
Walked he erect headed, puffed with pride, 
With thrust chest, arrogant gestures, 
Debashed face with stiff moustaches, 
Twisted up like incensed mongoose tail, 
When bites into the neck with sharp teeth, 
And fights against the venomous serpent. 

Had he a game-bird in rough hands, 
Wrapped with scented silky handkerchief, 
Among friends he promptly boasted of, 
The condemned deed of patricide.


Details | Rhyme | |

Time Space Warp

If only I had the power
to turn back the hands of time
every second, every minute, every hour,
I will try to rewind..

All the fun and laughter
the moments that I cherish
I'll make them last forever
so there'll be no need to reminisce..

All the sorrow, pain, and grief
all the tears that I've cried
though so bitter they made me
so much stronger inside..

But I'd also take back the mean things
and the harsh words I've said
I would rectify my wrong decisions
set noble goals and plan ahead..

And I'd want to make more friends
touch more people's lives
share memories for hours on end
make bonds that never die..

But all I have are pictures
of people, of places, of me and you
so until I get that power
I guess these will have to do..


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Dream Of A Caged Bird


I want to erase this present tense of disgrace
in my life and quietly sway like a night bloom, 
waiting for great Northern stars and the moon
to satiate my spark less eyes and to embrace

Me with their warmest winks. You see, I dream
of morn seagulls, scattered like Autumn leaves 
and wish to share them a breath that still lives
and my imaginative thoughts, sitting on cream 

Summer dawn with a bottle of pungent aroma
for a companion. Let me, please, be me! Erase, 
erase in my life the present tense of disgrace;
let my dream dreams, free from your enigma!


Details | Free verse | |

Importance

We’re all losers in some way
We’re all liars and cheaters and fakes
Conniving, contradictive
Even if only on one occasion
Now let’s all stand up and admit it
Forget your pride
Hold each other and cry it off
Let the whole world know how hard life is
But don’t tell someone else their pains are unfounded
Comparing them is like comparing birthmarks
That’s not what’s important

Let’s all have an emotional breakdown
Just this once
Let each and everyone know 
Just how f-cked up we are
“I can’t find solace”
“I can’t find hope”
“I can’t communicate”
“I can’t listen”
“I need drugs to quicken my deadened pulse”

Let everyone onto your flaws
Hold each other and cry it off
Whatever it takes
Corny
Cliché
Whatever
That’s not what’s important


Details | I do not know? | |

Confession

I sit here in my bed of dried up tears
Alone in room, alone in my weakness
Sometimes I wonder what you would say 
And what you would do if only you knew

If I let you know how much I care
If you could see how much I need you there
Just if you knew how purely I love you
What would you do
What would you say
Would you fall deeply for me
Would you walk away

Could someone hold me
Can someone console me
Cause I've never loved anyone as much
Never loved anyone as long as I have you
Going back and forth in my mind
Thinking I've got a shot and feeling like I don't
Knowing you care about me but always scared you don't
Wishing I could say this but I won't

Sometimes I wonder what you would say 
And what you would do if only you knew

Well here's a confession
I'm stuck in you
You're trapped in my heart
Each day that passes
When you're not mine
It tears me apart

Here's a confession
You're so good to me
The idea of you not being mine
Kills inside
The idea of giving up is something I could never do
Every word is true

Sometimes I wonder what you would say 
And what you would do if only you knew


Details | Haiku | |

Goodbye 8-29-01

                                                   You see the tears
                                                    Roll down my face
                                                   The time has come.
                                                   You walked away
                                                    I reach for you
                                                    But you say no.
                                                    I turn to leave
                                                    Tears fall from my face.
                                                    You whisper one last time
                                                     Goodbye.


Details | Haiku | |

Her Heart 9-7-05

                                                She knows her heart
                                                Has been broken
                                                Into tiny pieces of a man.
                                                Could she love again?
                                                Only she can answer that
                                                No man can’t force her to do
                                                What she thinks is best
                                                For her heart.
                                                She wants to feel the need of
                                                Love, romance, passion,
                                                And truth.
                                                But at what price
                                               Will she sacrifice her heart?
                                               Only she knows if she lets
                                               Another man
                                               Into her heart.


Details | Free verse | |

Disappointment Towards Me

How much it wounds my heart to know you are disappointed at me.
Even when you know my heart soaked in sorrowness.

My beloved mother never told me those words and you think you have the right to judge me without knowing the pain i bare.
God doesn't punish but does love without limits

Its not my fault Im imperfect and cant meet the high expectations of others.
If my goal was to keep everyone else happy then what kind of life would that be?

I am a deception to you and i don't expect to be perfection to others.
It hurts to know someone you love has stopped believe in the value you posses.
It wounds my soul to put value to his words of scaring judgement.

My mind and heart are full of mixed emotions.
I forgive his stubbornness and those who judge me.
The way i see it is there is a time were a person cant not meet the standards of others in which mercy with forgiveness is not shown.


Details | Free verse | |

Weak

Hummed inside carburetors,
like lungs do to lullabies, 
I grasped my whitened vertebrae, 
and crumpled it up 
as if I were child without a spine. 

 Like papyrus on a good day, 
I scribbled abstract feelings 
(the kind I am incapable of feeling) 
and wrote them in verse;
told everyone I was emotional 
and needy. 
Such a good, big, girl. 

I ripped the spinal cord
away from my ribs, 
and when I felt
just a little weak - 
I tossed it into an honest graveyard-  
one built for me, 
to house my restraints 
and abilities. 
  'Cause I don't want to feel
what I can't. 

And when I split my vertebrae
between my teeth and cuticles,
I can see the light 
that once grew inside my lullaby 
fade into an anti-positive.
Boring holes into sunset canary yellow,
sprouting between the dirt that's my smile. 

I would break every bone in my chest, 
if I knew it'd cause any sort of pain.
After all, there's no use for a woman 
that hasn't got a backbone.


 


Details | Bio | |

Green plus White Equals the Blues

With the green 
you can have love.
She needs the green,
it buys the white,
she says its her job.

Its just an act she says
every night and day,
seven days a week
or till she passes out.

Its sad,
but true,
the denial is real.
Green plus white 
equals the blues.


Details | Rhyme | |

Secret Of A Mango Tree (Mixed Rhyme)

I use time not on shorelines, watching
The great yellow orb…..never rushing
To fade and rest…..before the laughing
Eyes of lovers, as noon wind touching
Them, beneath the coco palms, kissing

But I, like bird on a mango tree nestle
Clinging, childishly, on its sturdy branch
Before my eyes, I see how crickets whistle
With rhythmic tune, as tares foolishly dance

With the gadfly, that flatters free
As I spend the stolen time
Enjoying the nature’s rhyme
Till the tree bears fruits…..just for me

Its fruits, sweet and golden, the tree itself is
No match against the brutal force of nature
Once…twice, standing helpless, while bearded mantis
Forcefully stabbing-in its sting, that rapture    

The innocent soul, that still bleeds
In silence, the mango tree heeds
The wailing beats of its heart
Hapless, lying on the dead ground
While hungry beast started to pound
Feasted….till whole’s torn apart

Scared; it soars, aimless, over seas of thunder
With no hope, in mind, of gazing the wonder
Of the world, for spirits lies under yonder

Mango tree, a glorious image
Of little robin, now, in rage

No clue, if ever peace will live 
In the heart of those, once, deceived

What goodness will it give watching… 
The sun fades sure darkness it’ll bring?  
  
Certainly, no one knows, but me 

The secret of a mango tree





Details | Free verse | |

Nailed to a Cross

She nailed the floorboards
with the sharp edges,
the remaining shards
of her soul. She was shattered. 
The crystal-meth sucked
her flesh down to bone.
Her breasts were raisins,
her legs tiny pricks,
and yet she walked
the walk, she swayed
her hips to catch the eye
of any man willing to pay.
And at home, each day,
before her necessary work,
she continued to nail
her soul to the floorboards
and pray to a splintered cross.


Details | ABC | |

As Far As I Can Tell

Where do i begin
everything just spins 
on the axis 
of what we call life
but none of it's real 
it's been turned
into a lie
yet i pound the pavements
for who would i be
if i didn't try
doing what i can
just to get by
so i go on day to day
living this way 
watching the world
strut it's freak parade 
no i'm not scared 
far from afraid
i need to be me 
and not anyone else
for long ago 
you put life on a shelf
chasing what you believe 
your conception of wealth
and now there's nothing more 
as far as i can tell


Details | I do not know? | |

It not the end of my life walking out the door

It’s just for a few months, nothing more!
It not the end of my life walking out the door.
It’d hard being a mom when you are poor.
Will he ever understand?
I will send money when I can.
We have the same eyes, little ears, and little hands.
I never knew I could love like this.
It’s killing me thinking of what I will miss.
We didn’t have much time.
Will he ever understand why?
This is the happiest day of my life.
This is the saddest day of my life.
I never knew I could hurt and feel joy before.
It’s just for a few months, nothing more!
It not the end of my life walking out the door.
It’d hard being a mom when you are poor.
Just a few more seconds longer.
I wish I could be stronger.
I know he has to go.
I know I’m just postponing what’s beyond my control.
I love him more than he can possibly know.
I would let him go.
I would lie for him.
I’d crawl for him.
I would go to the ends of space and time for him.
I would die for him.
So when you tell him,
Tell him that.
Tell him all of that.
It’s just for a few months, nothing more!
It not the end of my life walking out the door.
It’d hard being a mom when you are poor.


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 | Narrative | |

A REVELATORY MESSAGE OF SALVATION

The Good News is for people
who have a sickness and need to be healed,
and healing starts with a reborn spirit,
but spiritual blindness won't make one look upward,
to ask for forgiveness and becoming whole;
the Good News can give you a new heart
with their revelatory message full of promise...
coming upon you form the Divine Source!



Who has the audacity to blame God
for not intervening in the world's affairs,
whose troubles are too numerous to mention?
Starvation causes incurable diseases,
bizarre and unrestrained sexual behavior kills;
state after state approves of the same sex marriage:
Sodom and Gomorrah lives on
with their merry-making mocking!  



And the same individuals who frequent
holy places, in which they worship their god with vain praises,
condone the filth and ugliness already tolerated by society,
making easier for them to express their sexuality
in offensive ways and disobey God's commandment;
two men taking the role of a lovable daddy,
and two women that of a devoted mommy?
Aren't they sending the wrong message to those tiny beings?



If men lay with men and women with women;
conception is denied the joy of blissful birth,
and the screams of babes, coming out of the belly, 
won't be heard anymore...what an awful pity
for children not to have mom's and dad's affection: 
to live a normal childhood on this beautiful earth!
O lost and uncaring people, receive and hear with elation,
the Good News with their revelatory message of salvation!
  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Invisible

like an empty shelf with no books
dirty laundry in a closet and stinks with neglect
like you're there but you're not there
like you're crushing on a boy but he doesn't know you're there
crushed and yearning for some attention
doesn't matter
you could do a million crazy things and still not know you're there
like a precious treasure
it means more to you than the world can offer
many things are missing in our life
but we'll never know because we're missing all the signs 
we'll never know because to us it's invisible 

imagine if our parents is gone
you'll notice because they've been there all their life
Now imagine if you lost a stone, your consciousness, your feeling 
in the world there are all sorts of people
to them you're invisible because you don't fit their "standards of lifestyles"
you can choose anything you want
You can choose to be known or to be invisible


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Do YOU Feel LIke You've Been Cursed

Do You Feel LIke... You've "Been Cursed?"

Do you feel like "you're 
life's under a curse?"
That things in life "just couldn't 
get any worse..."

Do you feel like "everything's been taken?"
You're all alone... And have
 been forsaken...

Do you feel like God has 
"turned his back on you?"
You don't know what "in the world 
you're going to do..."

Do you feel like no one's
 listening to what you say?
You don't feel like you can make 
it through another day.

If you feel this way...  I've good news to bring!
Jesus is here now!  Waiting to fix everything!

Perhaps you feel like you've
 hit a "dead end."
Jesus is one who is waiting to be your friend.

Do you feel there's no real
 hope or a second chance?
Jesus can change 
your circumstance!

He feels all of your troubles, trials and pain.
And is here now...  Why not call on his name?

Allow his goodness and let 
him restore your soul.
He'll bring peace to your life 
and make you whole!

Feed on his word... And let his spirit in.
He'll meet all of your needs again and again!

In God's direction is where your 
life needs to be leaning...
For only he can bring true 
hope & meaning! 

By Jim Pemberton
05/31/09










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Homeless

The woman smiles vacantly
waiting for the bus,
but not climbing on;
eyes lined, hair matted,
hands in moth-eaten gloves.
She talks to a photo
she grasps in her hands
of sorrows and pain of the past,
oblivious to those who stare or ignore her.
Her old knit cap covers reflections
she refuses to share as a 
refugee from a life of comfort
now at the mercy of the elements
and the law.


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She

She sits all alone
In her classes and at break,
A lonely trip
To the library she'll take.

No-one speaks to her,
No-one cares,
Everyone simply
Wispers and stares.

Just because she's different,
And not the same,
Doesn't justify
Calling her lame.

She's new and vulnerable,
With not even a friend,
Every day she wakes up
And prays it will end.

Her parents are strict
And won't leave her alone,
Sometimes school is 
Just as bad as at home.

They shout and yell
Till her head starts to pound,
While she remains frozen
Not making a sound.

When she sits in her room
Looking up at the sky,
She lets everything out
And starts to cry.

With no-one to love her,
No-one that cares,
She slowly starts
To descend the stairs.

The tears stream down,
Her face a smudgy red,
She has no intention
Of going to bed.

She slips out of the house
So that no-one would learn,
That she had gone out into the night
And would never return.


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I write

With locked jaw frustration resembling pain,
with a mind bubbling over releasing so as not to go insane
I write....
From the corner of my mind that rocks back and forth
along side the pitiful person who knows not her worth
I write....
Sponged in sadness, sopped in madness
overly concerned with the worlds un gladness
I write....
Wonder why this, wonder why that,
needing to know all of the facts
I write....
Point of view here, point of view there
so long as the point is relatively fair
I write....


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Another Day of Abuse

It’s a quarter after seven, a cloud of silence immerse,
Six frightened souls, the situation a constant curse.
The candle burns dim, it’s almost out,
Dinner was scarce, not enough to go around.

The kids are edgy; the mother’s heart rapidly beats,
They hear his anger in a distance, way up the street.
The swearing gets louder; they can almost feel the pain,
“All jerseys on “mom says,” again we sleep in the rain”.

In through the gate, the stairs he doesn’t see,
Falls to the ground and curses, for bruising his knee.
Kicks the poor dog on his way into the house, 
Punches the door open and throws himself on the couch.

 Calls for his trembling wife, the mother of his children,
Just to punch her in her face, to let her know of his presence.
He shouts for his kids and tells them he hates them,
But it’s nothing new, as they’ve heard it all being mentioned.

He’s meal is served the last glass dish around,
He flings it onto the floor, a thousand pieces on the ground.
“I want food,” he screams, but that was the last,
“Eat off the floor,” was his wife’s suggested blast.

A million stars was then what she saw,
As he played football with her head against the wall.
Her screams died slowly after the third bounce,
No heart he had, not a shred, not an ounce.

The children run for help to the neighbors they implore,
They slam the door on their little faces, their plight to ignore.
With no one else in sight, their fate they do not know,
No brave soul to help, their hearts all sank low.

Six frightened faces, all abused and torn,
The eldest just ten, with the youngest just been born.
In darkness they stand, the rain steady and cold,
Where quietly they wait for events to unfold.

A thin lanky passerby called the police by chance,
When he saw that evil man, he knew at a glance.
Something had happened, danger was imminent,
No more screaming was heard, damage was evident.
An ambulance came hurriedly with loud sirens blasting,
While the evil man being shoved in the police van swearing.
The unconscious wife bleeding profusely from her head,
To the hospital they take her, where she lay almost dead.

Six little children, scared, cold and tired,
Enter their home slowly, that’s dark and quiet.
They sweep up the glass pieces and scoop up the food,
And take care of each other, cause’ it’s just another day of Abuse.


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Feel Blue

Feel blue
How true
I miss you.

Feel blue
Out of hue
I wish you knew.

Feel blue
Much too soon
Away from you.

Feel blue
For too long
Without you.


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His Biggest Fan, Even in Sorrow

My heart is heavy,
down to the depths of my soul,
and I want to cry out,
for this disenchantment is taking it's toll.

My sorrow is evident,
my disappointment too,
how can something that came from me,
think so little about what they do.

To them its a passing moment,
a quick step in time,
but the consequences can be grave,
if they continue along this line.

Will what's going on 
to a serious crime lead,
or is just a teen curiosity?
Will he from this lesson take heed?

I can only advise him,
and direct him as best I can,
letting him know my disappointment,
and still assuring him I'm his biggest fan.


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MY DAD'S MISTRESS

Loveliness and grace
were the improper virtues
of a deceitful woman,
who would constantly use
them to seduce a married man...
that was my dad's mistress.


The holiest of women,
bearing through silence
much undeserved pain;
and love her children 
she did without visible signs...
unable to toss the destiny's dice.


Dad's heart was defiled by lust,
and still expected mother's trust,
once he slapped me hard
for my rebellious attitude...
he knew his child suspected cheating,
when, most nights, he saw him fleeing. 


Cuddled in a blanket on the marble floor
shivering not with cold, but with fear,
I waited for dad when everybody was asleep;
inside that big house I didn't feel secure,
it was a prince's castle hunted by ghosts...
and they attempted to grab me by their arms.
 

And because I resembled daddy a lot:
confident, virile, strong with the looks of a charmer;
I feared I would have become him and cared less,
without self-affection, sharing a wife and a lover...
and to stop the cycle, I would have kept my sexiness intact,
even thinking of joining the priesthood to avenge my dad's mistress. 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only God has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


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Eat, Drink And Be Merry The Night Belshazzar Died

The Night Belshazzar Died…


The night when Belshazzar seen
God’s writing on the wall,
He did not know that soon
Babylon would FALL.

This king who thought he was so 
“awesome and great.”
Didn’t know that death soon
would be his fate.

“Eat, drink and be merry”
was the motto of the day.
But God had something
else to say!

The days of endulging themselves
in wickedness and sin,
Was soon to be destroyed
by their enemies within.

This life which for long
you have enjoyed,
Shall one day perish
and be destroyed.

Allow the “writing of God”
to reach your heart’s door.
It is for you that Jesus died for!

Don’t allow the enemy
to destroy your soul.
For Jesus loves you more
than you’ll ever know!


By Jim Pemberton
2008


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I Never Asked to Play This God

In a mood that’s rather morose
and a writing that’s a bit too verbose
my four walls are put up inside
This shell is my sanctuary
It’s where I run to hide
I like to keep myself distant
despite everyone’s persistent pleads with me
My moods like to feed
so I let them eat
Then they breed in the back of my mind
with the slow passing of time
I’ll brace for another one of my own attacks
that point out these things that I lack
I’m not quite as intact as I seem
there are still many loose seams in me
I have this facade I must live to
but I never asked to play this god


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passage 37

it is the passage 37
when my age will show
and it is time to pray to heaven

Reveal the truth
admit mortal flaws
confess my thousand wrong
kneel down on my two paws

Mother,by my side
revelations that I will not hide
I have committed many lies that has been said
It hurts the soul to cry and ask:
DID THAT JUST COME FROM INSIDE THIS WICKED HEAD?

40 is around the pike
recollecting the deeds that I never did like
sweethearts of the old and the young
but HERE I AM,alone..with such verses yet to be sung

The Pied Piper led many MOUSEcreants homeward
Still playing that flute that still can be heard
As for me,I sit here typing..
a lonely pauper,an advancing nerd

PASSAGE 37

I end this poem

to Sleep..UNDISTURBED!!


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Reminisce

I remember when I was verbally bullied,
I would not tell my parents or teacher 
Of what was happening.
I would only take it all in solitary stride,
I remember always feeling 
Both sad and happy in being alone.

I think about it now,
I realize the reasons why I was bullied, why
I was resentful of those who done so to me.
I realize how silly it all was as a whole. 

I notice how it seems to be my fault,
I rejected their offers for friendship.
I still think I was right,
I intuitively knew of their potential two-faced sides.

I have had friends long before then.
I unwillingly moved elsewhere 
(Away from mine friends back then).
I seem to have lost them 
For as long as I shall continue to live.
I eventually had no one 
But [one] older and [some] younger cousins.

I remember when I was my parents' only beloved little one.
I would have everything a child wanted and needed.
I realized my parents often never played with me,
I have come to feel
They were never a good refuge for my feelings anyway.

I see how I've changed from a beloved child 
To now this lonely soul.
I notice how everybody else eventually changes.
I have had good few friends 
In these passing recent years of youth.
I have taken the toll that life has had in place for me.

I reminisce it all now,
I felt so alone, still feel so alone.
I remember my pain, I remember my joys,
I still console myself alone.

I notice how everything is not the same,
I realize the happier days of my past cannot repeat.
I know even if they did then I would face it all again.
I forever now accept it all to be an essential part of me.


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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


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Its all in a Night

Her barstool has six legs,
two are hers,
it plants her to the bar
and she is blooming like spring flowers.
Drinking in the spirits
from the bottles I serve her.
The smile she wears is false,
its from the bravado she drinks.
She lives with me,
calls herself mine,
but its the bottle that is really her home.
I only visit her 
and hold her dear,
because those moments seem to disappear.
I'm laughing at her as she shakes her butt 
                     to Johnny Paycheck,
while my hands move with speed and grace,
I'm serving the rednecks, cowboys
and other dubious charactors.
The girls are trying to look like movie stars
as mine waves at me,
she is teasing her way to a free drink,
but she always comes home with me.
Its past midnight
and everyone is tight,
laughing and being fools.
I'm the bartender,
leader of fools,
mixing their delights,
I light their smokes,
laugh at the bad jokes,
listen to their problems,
fix marriages
and broken hearts.
I'm the law 
and sometimes a nurse.
The night is over,
everyone is gone.
They're satisfied,
some found love for the night,
while others will be sleeping lonely,
but medicated.
I count the money,
peel my wife out of her barstool
and go home thinking,
its all in a night here at Cleve's,
I'm really just an actor
and the bar is my stage,
because all this isn't really me.
I'm just faking it,
lingering in the shadows
waiting for something else !






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FLY-BOYS



World War I gave us the fly-boys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.

Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.

Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to their death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.

Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot down
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.

Tracer bullets for the first time were used
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The skies became man’s highway of death
With duty and honor their driving desire.

How many Fly-boys have we lost since then
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?

By Tom Zart







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Beautiful wake-up Call

There's this girl inside of me,
Who wants to see someone else.
She holds this all inside
And now, she's going to let it out.

The way I feel now, is not real. And I want something real.

(Yea) I need this other version of me
Right now; all I see is going to be left away.
This beautiful wake-up call Is how I will wall into the better
Me.
A beautiful wake-up call is what I need.

I know I feel different now. 
All I know, is how in the world,
I could be this other girl
Who's not what I want to be.
No...I won't give up on myself.
I promise.

The way I feel now, is real. And I don't want anything other than this.

(Yea) I know I'm quiet.
'Cause I'm shy. 
I'm independent too.
I just want something more

A beautiful. A Beautiful wake-up call.


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THEIR ANGRY AND UNFORGIVABLE WORDS

I raised my deep voice like the maddest villain,
to make you aware of every wrong decision
leading you down a wretched path...
offering not more than heart-break!



I couldn't wait until mistakes made you bitter and sad,
and with no regret to feel, and no valued self-esteem:
you would have grown into a selfish and truant brat;
should I apologize, and offer remorse for my mischief?  



The obedient child doesn't need constant reminders,
no temptations and pressures can make him or her ever disobey,
see how many mistreat their parents and are unwillingly put away?  
Only discipline and respect can keep them at home and share their joy!   



Out-there in dark and filthy alleys, they smoke pot and crack;
and the unpleasant odor turns into a stench that stays their clothes and breath!
They consume alcohol and ridicule the behavior of their folks with their cruel jokes;
if they led a clean life, their parents wouldn't mourn them in morbid morgues! 



And jail is their next destination, for those not yet rummaged by  death,
there they will have ample time to reflect on their angry and unforgivable words
shouted without pity, without regard...to hurt and shamelessly demoralize;
and their isolation may change them and make them desire what they can't get back! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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I Heard Of Another Heartache



I Heard Of Another Heartache… I heard of another heartache. Another disappointment… I was told of another life filled with discouragement. Another life that has been “torn apart.” Another wounded spirit. Another wounded heart. I read of tragedies happening “all over the place.”. I see the many discouragements on people’s face. I wish I could “snap my fingers,” and make it “go away.” I hope to make a difference in someone’s life today! Here’s my wish and a prayer… God will look after you… And keep you in his care! I plead the blood of Jesus over your family too! That you would trust God. No matter what others do! May it be your desire for a Godly healing from above… And bind our hearts with HIS never ending love! May we all hold on to God’s outstretched hand… And seek his blessing over our home and land! God can bring hope to a “hopeless situation.” And can bring peace to you with a “heavenly visitation.” Won’t you seek God… While he may be found? For where there’s sin… His grace does much more abound! By Jim Pemberton


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Father

Father, Listen, Did life not turm put as you had planned? The grass not greener, Your rivers dammed? How was it, that you wound up here? Moved by hate, Consumed in fear. Father, Listen, As I go grey, I wonder will I die this way? A life of waste, To dwell on rage, You won't find peace, at your old age! Father, Listen, I feared you as a child, Your unkind temper, It made me wild, I know my Mother is hard to please, This sad existence, Now my disease. Father, Listen, For just once to me, The apple, It does, Fall close to tree, I dead the things that I have learnt, My wells now dry, My bridges, Burnt. Father, Listen, Just come and see, Just how much I am like thee, I think I'll rest, Just for a while, For just one more hour, In denial


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Story of a Child

A little girl walked to school one day to find her friends already playing. She stood 
wordlessly, and watch them pass a ball about. They ran and frolicked, and 
jumped with glee. With out even a word passed her way. As silently as she came 
she turned and left. 
In the school she went down turning halls, and up twisting stairs. To the highest 
point she could find. Here she sat near a window facing her friends down below. 
She removed a book from her bag. Its cover was black, and lacked a title. She 
opened it, its pages were blank, and began to write a story. 
Many years came, and passed, her friends had all gone on to different schools. 
Some stayed in contact with one another, but as they grew so did the distance 
between them. The friendship that had meant so much years ago, had all but 
vanished, But the little girl always remained.
One day a teacher approached the little girl, and asked her why she wasn’t 
playing outside with her friends. The little girl dropped her pencil, and looked up 
at the teacher with a smile. 
The unity between friends will never last, but in my story it can last forever. 
The little girl picked her pencil up, and began to write once more. The teacher 
walked off still astonished to hear such words from a child. She was almost out 
the room when she turned, and faced the little girl. 
Your right friendship doesn’t last, but it will also never die. For every persons life 
you touch a part of them you take as they take a part of you. New friends will 
come, old ones will leave, but that part will always be yours. Yours to keep, it 
helps unite us, it helps make us one. 
The little girl closed her book, and then she vanished. The teacher walked closer 
to the desk, but found only dust. The book still laid atop the desk. The teacher 
picked it up, and began to read its story. She cried while reading, she cried at the 
end. The story of a child who’s life had come to an end. 


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There Used to be a Decoration Day

Oh, there used to be a Decoration Day
Set aside for our Civil War dead,
That later was changed to honor all those gone
That live on in both our hearts and head.

But now it just seems another holiday
When we lay flowers and we grill steaks—
We scarcely note those veterans on parade
Or the ones that died for all our sakes.  

And there used to be an America, too,
That we all knew to be the fairest—
When all our heroes were cowboys and John Wayne,
Not Britney or that Hilton, Paris.

Yes, there used to be an America, true,
When outlaws were stopped at the border—
We stood for truth and the American way—
Knew the meaning of law and order.

Oh, there used to be a Memorial Day
When flags proudly waved red, white and blue—
And we smoked if we liked and all spoke our minds
Without fear of the ACLU. 

Yes, there still is found a Memorial Day,
But our freedoms are now far and few—
We are silent as they are taken away
And next, they will come for me and you.


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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


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To Society's Eyes

Buring eyes of my contempt,
please take notice of my hint,
of your glares I wish exempt,
away from your coloring tint.

Let me forget paying your friendly rent,.
Confine me to my nest.
In societal dues, I'm spent,
leave me to solitary rest.

All your social circles make me weary,
I just bide until my sweet solitary.


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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


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Sad State of Affair's

Conflict and fear
still useless mechanic's
within' the framework
of our mind's gear's.....

The battlefield's rage on the greater stage
while humanity wage's the smaller within'
inner conflict becomes the outer we inflict
instead of nourishing love to cherish
we extinguish each in fear and perish
sad legacy of divinity for humanity
defilement of divine unity...a tragedy

Exchanging love for fear and hatred
false sense of security is hurried
by those who perpetrate hate,and
would have us believe in what they create

Whether it's a neighborhood brawl
an ugly scene in our learning hall's
all this violence only stall's
our purpose true,
to become better and improve

Until we,individually,can accept this truth
we will continue this trash heap
this polluted state of mind we'll keep
as love continue's to look upon and weep.......


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AS THE MADNESS OF WAR TELLS ITS STORY




Goodness must overrule absolute evil
Though there’s nothing worse than war.
Sometimes we have no alternative option
Except to kill or be killed as before.

The best of plans can go amiss
With uncertainties till the first shots are fired.
As generals plot their path toward victory
It’s up to the wounded, the fallen and tired.

It’s not how strong or athletic you are
That decides who is blessed to return.
Those who survive are a product of luck,
And our prayers and support they’ve earned.

War seems to peel the veneer off society
Exposing our villain within.
A crazy obsession to rule over others
By death, destruction and sin.

The mayhem of conflict is a ongoing scourge
Robbing man from intended glory.
The hinge of history swings in all directions
As the madness of war tells its story.


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Details | Burlesque | |

MACHISMO

Does machismo make a real man
with its excessive ego of superiority?
If it is considered the vital part of masculinity,
how come disregard, vulgarity and obscenity are
highly valued by anyone encouraging this character;
I've known such individuals whose breath
had the stench of alcohol and narcotic...
I was disgusted by such behavior and it made me vomit.  


Faithless dudes spend a night in the bar, then go home staggering
to their wives and children...abusing them with vulgar words, screaming,
beating them up and then faint on the neatest bed;
half-men with nugatory affection treat them kindly,
you have promised to love them unconditionally,
why do you break that vow recited before God and Man? 
The morning after, your machismo loses its equilibrium... 
over the beast you had become, to fill you with delirium.


Machismo is a misconception of what men should be;
machismo evokes dark thoughts of all the evil-minded ones,
not a model to look to or worthy of imitation as expected, 
and as your strength swoons, your perception is blocked  
by clarity, and your gazes fall to factual disgrace
to reveal fallacy. How will a false-hearted man, filled with machismo, ever be
released from his ominous state? There are countless errors and faults,
and foresight is the solution to his self-inferred woes.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

Mind Games

Why am I
so antisocial?
With so much to say
and not enough words.
I hold it all in
So close
all my sins
Irreversably convinced
everyone will play
judge and jury
Don't let it out
Don't let them see
what I've done.
Until alone in my bed
I can cry myself to sleep
once again
vicious cycle
Wish I was dead
Voice in my mind says
"wicked thought!
"another sin!"
Great
I just can't win
these mind games..


Details | Didactic | |

All Holding Hands

ALL HOLDING HANDS

Shiny and new,
Brilliant and blue,
Covered in crystal white,
Oh'...what a sight,
The freshness - sweet and light.
More than a treasure,
Wonder - pleasure.
Silver and gold,
Perfect folds 
And stately moulds.

Across shores and sands,
Gently sloping lands,
All holding hands -
To what it commands.

Our yearning for this and these,
Above, beyond the trees,
With us down here - please.
To scrape and scratch,
To beg, to match,
To be the first to latch.

Pounding, raging heart,
Things must have - not part -
Protect, defend - at the start.
New and more to eat and gaze,
Of old tradition to amaze
Of rightful duty within the haze.

Over all - our racing eyes,
"Come in, come in" to idealise -
Must have, to hold, to prize.
We were there, we saw,
Fascinated with gore, 
‘More - we want more’.

Cheers and tears,
Covered welcomely in ours and theirs…
Through the years -
Of gain and loss,
We Search and Cross
The desert and the moss.

And these things once blue,
Shiny and new,
To it we threw. 
And to it they go,
Rows upon rows,
In fields not to grow.
To be tossed and returned,
Faded and burned
"What did they learn?" 

These fields of rot,
Safekeeping the have nots,
Side by side
Hide, forever they hide.
Under dirt they lay,
Forgotten with earth and hay -
Still - to stay.
Together forever they hide,
Side by side
Hide, forever they hide.

Across shores and sands,
Gently sloping lands,
All holding hands -
To what it commands.


Details | Free verse | |

It's Magic!

It’s Magic!

FOR MY NEXT TRICK,
I’ll take away what is making
Everyone sick around here.

I’ve been hired by BP to
make the oil spill magically disappear.

Hocus pocus! Abracadabra!
Here take this pill,
wear this amulet spelling
ABRACADABRA to ward off this disease,
and put on these rose-colored glasses.

That black splat out
there is just whack!

According to BP,
It’s really just a
big blob of bird crap!


CATCH PHRASE POEM ENTRY


Details | Rhyme | |

Burden

A burden for my family
A burden for my society
Till now I am a burden
One of the unwanted men
I am in wrong time and wrong place
So blush is all over my face!


Details | Narrative | |

You Are My Curse

I had to let it all go,
The day and night,
Their hours ran too slow.
It was more than just a fight.
I trusted you and knew you,
My love succumbed to the worst,
Faith and loyalty just wouldn’t do.
You became my curse.
 
I was pulled down to Earth’s plane,
And judgment did set in.
Then new days begin.
I stood parallel as many went insane.
My heart drenched and my soul crunched,
I couldn’t let my heart take this very much.
I died and I died losing each endless breath,
I swallowed the victory and ate your death.
 
You reaped and I sowed,
But I saw no one grow,
Not even you.
What was I to do?
I let it go very slow,
Now I am all grown,
And I’m on my own.
I died watching you go.
 
I will always remember begging mercy,
I will always know this pain,
You are my curse you see,
And nothing did you gain.
I can never just be alright,
I can never love you the same again.
I died watching you go out of sight.
You are my curse and forever in my heart you made an end.


Details | Free verse | |

Die

My father whispered the word in my ear...

Die!

All of a sudden life turned into great fear.

Die!

Such an awful sounding word.

Die!

Makes me think we live in an awful world.

 

Will power...

Crumbles just like a flower.

Left in pain and agony for all to see.

That someone could lack so much care.

It's hard to even take a breath of air.

Will power...

 

My father whispered the word in my ear...

Die!

All of a sudden life turned into great fear.

Die!

Such an awful sounding word.

Die!

Makes me think we live in an awful world.

 

Plaguing my mind with intruding thoughts of death.

Maybe this will be my last breath.

Insanity is the only thing left.

With decades of torture and silence.

The only thing left to do is die!


Details | Rhyme | |

At War with Himself

His screams are deafening, but his smile warms me from head to toe
He’s in constant battle with himself.  Why can’t he let it go?
What torments his mind would leave you asking, what’s the big deal?
But to him, these struggles are all too real

“We’re out of waffles,” “we missed the bus,”
“Our plans have changed”; it all causes a fuss.
“You lied!” he yells and he believes it to be true.
To him, everything is black and white, as simple as 1+1 = 2
 
For him, plans don’t change.  Instead they were never to be.
He blames others for allowing the changes to happen, because he’s unable to see,
that some things are out of our control, no matter how much we prepare.
Does he not realize all the factors that contribute or does he just not care?

He sees things much differently than you and I
This can be a glorious thing, but it can also make me want to cry
He has such an amazing eye for detail and it shows in his artwork
But if things don’t go his way he can be an incredible jerk

I remind myself that he can’t help the way he reacts
He has ADHD and Anxiety Disorder; these are the facts
His outbursts drain me; in body and mind
And leave his little brother crying, “Can we rewind?”

It breaks my heart that I can’t do more.  
He’s a brilliant little boy, but his brain is at war.  
He worries more than any parent would.  
I wish there was a way to make him see that stressing doesn’t do any good.

He’s constantly working things out in his head.
Which makes it quite a challenge to get him to go to bed.
Unable to sit through a movie without multiple discussions about it,
His topics twist and turn, spanning the gamut.

He calls himself stupid, even threatens suicide.
His inner battles not only cause explosions, they also make him want to hide.
Fear of embarrassment and exile help him to contain his explosions at school.
But in the safety of his home, he has no concerns of acting the fool.

What I can provide him are boundaries, love, and support.
I need to maintain my patience and prevent my fuse from becoming short.
“Try Harder” is not an expression I frequent.
He’s trying as hard as he can to be decent.

Instead we have an agreement that we’re both allowed to make mistakes.
As long as we apologize and continue to try, growth can never come too late.


Details | Free verse | |

It is a show


They decide to show it is good
It is a show

They shout it is good
It is a show

They won’t let anything good to show up
It is a show

What do people believe?

Is it a show?


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Life Long Fool

When I was just young,
I had only time,
Hardly even friends,
No love of myself
It did not matter,

Young and so dumb,
Remembering,
Had no details
Never needed,

Then I changed,
Thinking old,
But still young,

Ageless
So old,

Rash 


Details | Rhyme | |

try being me

I hear these stories about stress and strife
But I invite everyone to live my life
Women go crazy and murder those kids 
Life throws curves and they are on the skids
They rely on men and cry when they are alone
To drugs and alcohol they are prone
To numb the pain and the memories
But leave the children alone I beg you please
They can't speak up for themselves you see
It hurts to acknowledge, cause it used to be me
Who cried at night for my Mom and Dad
Whose birthday every year was lonely and sad
So to all of those people who let their minds go
Step into my memory and enjoy the damn show
Everyone has thoughts this much is true
But how would you like me to hurt you?
To gain your trust then push you back down
To always turn a smile into a frown
Watch the news and everyone will see
How truly tough it is trying to be me


Details | Rhyme | |

Justified

Their actions have their consequences,
Why bother putting up my defenses?
It won’t make me feel better, even if I cried…
But God will keep me justified.

I ignore their jokes and take no action,
Why should I give them the satisfaction?
They may weaken my strength or injure my pride…
But God will keep me justified.

They never show remorse for the things they say,
Why should I take offense to their ignorance anyway?
They don’t know how I feel, so melancholy inside…
But God will keep me justified.

No matter how hard I try to ignore it, I can’t block it out of my mind,
Their cruelty replays itself over in my head, as if it’s on rewind,
They make me want to disappear, I want to run and hide,
But God will keep me justified.

Their taunting only proves that they don’t respect me,
Why should I take it personally when I know it doesn’t reflect me?
Although I want to punish them, I just let it slide…
But God will keep me justified.

They got out of control this time,
And now they have to pay for their crime,
No longer will I let this be…my justice will not be denied…
God will keep me justified

They say they’re sorry…I wonder if they meant it?
It doesn’t matter anyway…they’ll still have to repent it,
One day they’ll have to see the truth and open their eyes wide….
Either way…God kept me justified.


Details | I do not know? |