I’m a man of my word,
I always do my best to keep every promise,
and I never make a promise I know I can’t keep
I’ll give you the shirt off my back if you really do need it,
but I’m no humanitarian
I always offer others my help,
but I rarely accept the assistance of others,
because it makes me feel like I’m weak
I am weak,
yet, I’m stronger than I seem
I am a rock star on the inside,
but, physically and mentally, I’m a rock star who has no musical abilities
At times I have self-esteem,
but, I really never do
I’ll say I believe in myself and that I’m happy with what I can do,
but, truth be told,
there’s always that nagging doubt,
the lingering thought,
the dreaded fear of proving myself right,
and confirming the utter worthlessness that I usually find in myself
I overanalyze everything
I’m always thinking about something
I love to watch people
but I hate it when people stare
I am a Christian,
but at times I wonder if God even cares?
then call myself a fool for ever thinking that way,
as I finally see all of the things I take for granted that He’s blessed me with
I always wait too late to say what I’m feeling,
or can never seem to find the courage to say it when I want to
With time, I’ve grown too scared to reach for the stars,
to walk out on limbs,
put myself on the line
but, I don’t want to be left behind,
I don’t want to watch those around me grow and become happier,
while I am stuck in misery
I don’t know who I am
Copyright © Daron Long
Only light can penetrate the
that resides in the default state
I descend from beta to delta
binaural beats; instantly caught
between frequencies beyond
I absorb amplitudes of acoustic
and I learn to just be earth
Since I am the earth
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its
I've owned the power of
I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a
Created in the image of a
and a feeling from the
I tune in to this vibration from
pulse that manipulates
Immersed between 4 and 7
brainwaves halt to a conscious
All chakras are aligned shining
and now my consciousness
begins to reap!
and light begins to penetrate
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there
is now flooded with sound
that force brainwaves to submit
of omnipresent sound that
and always will be connected to
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially
physical time and space
I long to embrace the intensity
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds
that resonate from the inner
and continue to connect
through the binaural beats that
remind me of before
Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel
while reaping an abundance of
benefits and rewards
It's already yours
Just reach out and grab it
as long as intention and ego is
the universe will correspond
it will deliver a life to you divine
Just listen to the sounds that
were there from before
They will guide to to the
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect
directly with the source
Copyright © humble b
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.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen
Star Trek Rules!
It was time for: Comic Con! Comic Con! Dragon wanted to come, too!
But then so did everyone else at Troll Lake… Hey, now, wouldn’t you?
We made some really cool costumes… for the costume show, my Dear.
You can guess, ‘Star Trek Rules!’ It couldn’t be anything less, you hear.
Our favorite nighttime popcorn show, would truly now, become a part of our lives!
The penguins got permission from the zoo; to go… great publicity, so very wise.
McRacoon had his Las Vegas Dragons get us, and a mock saucer, there, all on time.
Naturally pre-registered and in costume, we strutted in! Hi there! Began the playtime!
Man we were really cool, as the guest actors ask for OUR autographs. For Real!
Pictures were snapped, and a poster made, to be signed by everyone, so cheerful.
It’s highest bid, given to charity, would be a nice touch, for everyone in our crew.
The costume show was set outside, where all the dragons, could fly in, or out, too.
And a small mock, star ship was landed on stage, so we could enter with more flare.
Lord a mercy! Look at us! We’d never be like this, again! We were like stars, I swear!
Grandpa Troll, became Mr. Spock, naturally, because he was so, very clever and wise.
Our neighbor witch, was Uhura, due to her great ability to, protect everyone’s’ lives.
Borp the Frog became Sulu, so he could take us up to Borp speed, with laser effects!
Hubby was Scotty, with the Tinker Trolls in engineering, for special effects, so perfect!
The penguins were the beloved crewmembers, running with lasers, all over the place.
The powder puff tribbles, got wet, so yes, became the ‘Trouble with Dribbles’, in space.
The Mary River Turtles wanted to be Checkov. What a groovy, exciting, security team.
Dragon wanted to be Captain Kirk, you know, like totally, in command… At the scene!
All agreed, I’d be a great Dr. McCoy, since I always get to, kiss the Boo- Boo’s away.
The Weird Frogs were the Aliens, chasing everyone mindlessly, around, the set, that day.
And the Las Vegas Dragons, became attacking star ships, over which our lasers won!
The crowds went wild, and we won first place in their hearts, as well as, in their minds!
Everyone had, such a good time, so the Trek continued, well after, when we got home.
That year Comic Con made the National news, and of course, nobody, was surprised!
As the residents of Troll Lake and Acorn Falls… continue to Trek on… every day!
By Mike and Carol Eastman…
Copyright © Carol Eastman
I'm really diggin'
the way your swinging
your hips. Stricken!
Fragrance body oils glisten,
picturesque this sultry vision.
into porn star elegance!
purring like a kitten
warm, resting on my chest!
Copyright © Jared Pickett
Quote the man of the poet and when the rain is gone can you say you enjoy the journey,
Or do you have live a lifetime to take in the stories,
They said it take century after the poets past for them to get recongonze a good poet
I wrote for the love of words and passions that took shape of a poet,
Never was it plan or never was it intend just happy like ice that become hail after the storm as
In hail what beauty of what we learn in age and time
made you hear of the character of the man of the poet I look as this a journey
maybe more days to found new ways to improve this written skills
I would like to ask do you apose to my quest? Reject what I have say if not where is
Your character because every poet life shapes there poetry but who read they bio,
As most men lack character and affection give credit when credit is do
I guarantee they will try to slander my name because what I ready of other poets
There are all ways a rebut in the end I’m in love with love with the idea
Of beginning in love it’s something about words with woman may young men
Take my advice well I ask why look to stars and found my heritage in mind
And something call the Left Eye God a Myth that I have heard all I have to say is
May all myths where mint to be legend or legend to become a myth
But before we can tell only time can tell have any one heard of the word selah?
They said a myth among legend that two poets had the view poet of what is or was a poet
One poet spoke of the transparent eyeball well the other said it’s a life of a poet that makes
One and you have to be told how to write poems that no one is natural poet perhaps you
Heard of this poets… if not how could you become a better poet without understand
One of the point of views to take note to know the man of the poet the story
they live goes beyond what is written quote me well……
I was never great speller but a excellent person to define a word of its meaning or orgin
What poet philosophy do you think I took in?
Copyright © Louis Borgo
He’s up there, he’s a star
As he clutches in his hands
A battered old guitar
The bluesman knows his own damned worth
He does it in his style
And folk they come from miles around
And have done for a while
The bluesman plucks those strings
And wails his old blues harp
Then comes in with his rusty voice
Maybe he’s flat or sharp
But no one ever notices
They’re caught within his spell
When that bluesman does he’s stuff
Then in his world they dwell
With the bluesman
You get just what you see
He’s not out to impress you, man
He’s busy being He
And when he plays, he’s ‘It’ my friends
He pulls you into him
The bluesman can you hear him now?
When all the lights are dim.
23 July 2013 @ 1708hrs
Copyright © Peter Duggan
among the swasticka's
in the center of chaos
he couldn't comprehend
with ticket in hand
for a train
that was heavily laden
with lost hope
he was bound and gagged
that was neither practiced
yet he was convicted
advocating his death
tears would not save him
German words would convict
spoken with accents
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
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
but was covered
by German eclipse
blocking the glow
extinguishing the flame
Copyright © Bernadette Langer
The Lone Star State
roses and bluebonnets
a few past U.S. Presidents
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 19, 2010
Poetic form: Cinquain
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
A TV. Star.
The man hiding in the light his persona, sparkling
sunglasses not enough when we gloried in his
mesmerizing peculiarity. We saw not the sinister
black shadows behind him… except, from time to
time we felt revulsion a glint in his eyes and shark
teeth that told of what we didn’t want to know.
He died a much loved hero, the abused stayed silent.
Now the dark hideous nature of the man is for all to
see; and must bring shame of those who knew but
for the sake of his fame never spoke out. Pedophiliac,
the seducer of children, his clunking gold chains we
followed, to the tune of greed into the dark abyss of
fear and loathing.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen
I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Copyright © Ann Rich
Starring into the whiteboard
Sitting on your own while with pack of wolves
In your head you sing the 12-bar cord
No one listening only throwing insults
Being the only star
Where are the marvelous results?
One minute they can’t hear you the next they do
Out comes the axe
You’re on the floor and they walk all over you
You get up and go straight home
Star student forgets it
Tomorrow is the same day
seen it with my own eyes day after day
Copyright © R Kumari
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.
Copyright © Charles Ruble
tittillation from on stage
oh, the way she works that pole
would cause erections in the morgue.
legs and arms and breasts (oh damn!)
promise rare delicious delight.
and that ass would stop traffic
in the middle of a Nascar race.
but take a close look
at those eyes...
colder than a pimp's heart;
harder than gunmetal
they tell you that something died inside.
the lines is her face
are not traces of aging
but, of the hardening that comes
from all that she's endured:
the joy and hope that eloped
when she first understood
what it means to be a commodity
she'd likely slit your throat
for your wallet and watch,
or just to get revenge
on herself, for ever being born
but only if she thought
that she wouldn't get caught. and-
man! look at the way she works that pole!
Copyright © Ron Porter
I see her before me
But I cannot touch her
I can’t even speak to her
She goes on before me
As if I’m not there
Not a thought of me
Enters her beautiful mind
I’m not even a maybe
She starts to move on
Leaving my point of view
She’ll soon be out of sight
Gone to me forever
The one moment to say
My feelings about her
To share my true heart
But now she’s gone
Never to return
I missed my opportunity
To show her I care
Now I must go on
To live the bleak life
That I’ve lived before
And dream about her
All over again
Copyright © Russell Sivey
Educated she is, in one of the finest school abroad
Through the blood and sweat of my innocent people
Now she is here to pursue her life’s real ambition
Aided by the shadow of her dearest loving father
Waving to the welcoming crowd, smiling like a star
Then with confidence she delivers her magic spell
Of peace, economic growth and of political stability
In a short span, our beloved motherland will be back
To the top, where she once before, she proudly tells
Hopes and contentment are being etched in the faces
Of the many, who never seem to stop worrying for
What to eat and what to wear, so, one must lead
The country to prosperity from chaotic leadership
That blackens the dignity of my brothers and sisters
Suffering deep humiliations from the foreign hands
In exchange for a penny of five to support the family
She pretends to be a star, really, she is a great star
Her avid followers are tirelessly spreading the news
Of her, being a god fearing servant, yet, her prince
Unbeknownst, is a top gambling lord, under her skirt
She doesn’t seem to notice her prince’s illegal deeds
For she’s too damn evil of her own, a cheater of a kind
Thanks to the whistle blower, who exposed her color-
Her true identity, immoral, worst than her predecessors
Yet, she doesn’t want to relinquish the stolen throne
To cover up, she uses all her power in order to restore
Her pride, in return, the freedom of speech is repress
And those who challenge her will is silence to death
She is, indeed, a star and she will never be forgotten
For a star without shine, always takes the center stage
To you my people, rise and stand against ruler like her
If, you want to see our motherland once more on top
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago
Look at Me, I’m floating,
amongst a sea of stars.
Life is grand, I’m drinking,
with royalty in bars.
Watch me now, I’m flying,
beyond my hopes and dreams.
Life is bold, I’m soaring,
I’m one of THEM, it seems.
Don’t look now, I’m slipping,
through clouds, I’ve lost my way.
Life is dire, I’m sinking,
to bitter hearts dismay.
Don’t watch now, I’m crashing,
from lofty heights betrayed.
Life is lost, I’m mourning,
for light I once portrayed.
Copyright © River Mckenna
And, humbly Patiently
Me In a
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