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Details | Verse | |

Who Am I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Carpe Diem | |

Each Day Takes its Turn

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

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

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

~JSLambert



Details | Free verse | |

Awaken From Deep Slumber

'Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number -
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you - 
Ye are many - they are few.'

From the poem: "The Mask of Anarchy" written by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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O child, 
how frail you seem in certain angles of light and shadow,
with your cavities,
fractured attention deficiency,
and thickening skin of apathy.

You are a victim to the plague,
playing amongst flowers filled with poison,
staring at screens to fill in the boredom
of having your young mind brimming
with over-stimulation -
information seeps in without warning,
beamed into your skull 
by 360 degrees 
of high-def, infra-red, wireless mobility.
24/7 programming of insidious adverts
breaches your skull in a mind-rape,
proving how the Death of a Salesman
was only a sideshow distraction
for the Kleptocracy to successfully purchase
the dark side of the moon -
control the tides,
control the mind,
buying our hearts and souls
in order to auction off our future
to the highest bids of people already dead.

O child,
yet I believe in you,
there is still hope left upon your shoulders.
You are strong,
your mind cuts like a blade.
And if you care,
if you dare,
what a significant burden for you to bare.
The time has come,
the time is ripe,
this is it,
there are no more second chances.
I pray for your success,
for you are our very last hope.
Please learn from my mistakes and failures,
absorb the goodness I have left to offer.
I tried, I truly did,
but the Hydra spat me out as a broken man.

Lost Children,
we left seeds inside the belly of the beast
for you to survive on within.
God speed, take heed,
do not attack the Kleptocracy from the outside,
its Dragon's heads will cut you down -
will cut you down without mercy.
You must advance peacefully
with a rogue's armour of false calm,
let the machine devour you whole.
Bide your time,
survive on the leftover seeds,
dismantle the Hydra from the inside,
rewrite the program from within.

Lost Children,
shed the tired cloak of apathy,
don the mask of alternate endings,
de-rail this present destiny.
Everything rides on you now,
everything rides on you.

The Kleptocracy broke my back,
but my mind is still intact,
and I know you can do better than I did,
believe that you can do better than we did.
I pray for your success,
pray for your safety and protection,
everything rides on you,
everything rides on you now.






December 8th, 2011


Details | Free verse | |

Sometimes

Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer

Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of 
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own 
expectations.

Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me 
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I 
won or lost.
 
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land

Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want

Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.

Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.

Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go

Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward


Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!


Details | Rhyme | |

There Was A Time We Weren't Ashamed Of God


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


Details | Free verse | |

A Declaration On Independence Day

On Independence Day
I declare  independence 
from American imperialism.
I declare U.S. out of Iraq.
And while I am at it
the C.I.A. out of the business
of supplying murderous thugs
with rifles and uniforms 
along with the strategies 
to extinguish
democracy in Haiti.
I also call for the pullout
of State Department funding
in the not so secret 
overthrowing
of the fair and duly elected
President of Venezuela.
On Independence Day
I have the right to say
we need a new policy.
Therefore, I call
for independence from oil.
I call for windmills 
and solar panels
and cool looking hybrid cars 
getting 100 miles to the gallon.
I am tired of chanting
No Blood For Oil.
On Independence Day
I look to a nation
involved in war for war's sake
war to simulate the economy
and make our leaders look great
and call for a different fate.
I declare our politicians
give up corporate sponsorship
and live up to this great nation's
highest aspirations.
Freedom from
illegal occupation.
Freedom from 
propaganda and torture.
Freedom from 
criminal actions
on sovereign nations.
I declare transcendence.
I declare we live up to
life, liberty and the pursuit
of happiness
for all humanity.
I declare world independence
from monarchies, theocracies
totalitarianism, oligarchies 
and otherwise puppet regimes.
And I declare we all share these 
inalienable rights. 
Including the right to assemble 
organize and form unions.
Protect the health 
of our elders
newborns and the environment.
And I refuse those who would
deny blacks
the same rights as whites
by suppressing their vote 
with twelve hour lines
in the blistering cold.
Let us all have our say!
And while I am at it
give the poor a megaphone
on mainstream talk shows
let their voices be heard
in the court of public opinion.
I declare freedom from
billionaire owned media
conglomerations.
Let independent democracy
infiltrating the television.
Thus let us all speak our truth
and be protected 
from the tyrannical majority
and those empowered by the muzzle.
I declare that our forefathers
envisioned this and much more
in the age of enlightenment.
So that one day
every one of us
on this magnificent planet
regardless of class or culture
national and religious origin
sexual persuasion or gender
would be endowed and empowered
by an independent
yet universal 
human rights agenda.


Dean Walker


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 | |

Instead Of Loving Me As Christ Does


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


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Enigma's Calling

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


Details | Rhyme | |

A Superior Being

A Superior Being 

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

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

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

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

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

Samuel E. Stone 

Copyright ©2008 Samuel E. Stone 


Details | Verse | |

Ripping Christ

Holier than thou,
sacred as a cow
  anointed with margarine spread;
a Sunday to rest,
some socks and a vest
  and a penchant for laying in bed.
Sicker than sick
and thicker than thick,
  drugged with a heroin chic,
bright light beams down
through a crack in the crown,
  spearing a spoon-bending freak.
Speak unto thee,
the voice of a tree,
  afire with gelignite balm;
whacky and wild,
abused and defiled,
  born to succumb unto harm.
Lysergic the feast,
the mark of the beast,
  halogen burned to emboss
symbols on skin
as forever begins
  ripping infinite Christ from the cross.


Details | Couplet | |

How do you like your eggs in the morning?

Like a warm cotton bud used to give inner ears a clean
there is something comforting about routine.
Knowing where you stand and the order of play,
knowing what to expect at every point in your day.
Living to a schedule, everything has it’s time and place -
knowing the slots you have free for any plans you need to make.

Wardrobe colour-coded, in garment order.
Wallpaper with a matching border.
Appointments at ten to, five to, on the dot.
Check, double-check, the doors are locked.
Yellow ball, green ball then pot the brown.
Big box, little box, upside down.

I like to gaze into the sky and dream, of an afternoon.
Relaxing. Like the scent of a chaste tree, when in bloom.
A cold glass of lemonade, a long and foamy bath,
humming along to the radio, a love that warms the heart.
Reading the Sunday paper, and making it an event,
the delightful things the kids say, things only they could invent.

His reputation precedes him: a disruptive, class clown.
Never completes his work, he’s always mucking around.
A big-mouth, show-off with far too much to say:
He asks if I ever considered teaching him in a different way.
‘A physical learner’ - he’s heard about it on the news.
There could be something in it…but I’ve far too much to do.

Cars whiz about, people in a hurry.
“I’ve waited over an hour for my curry.”
Twenty four seven lifestyle, word abbreviation.
Text message becoming the preferred means of communication.
Everybody rushing, to keep on schedule, to maintain status quo.
Everyone a cog in the system: You’re whipped, if you don’t row.

Seamless is the transition between asleep and awake,
when you just let it happen, not worry about being late.
An unrushed project results in a rewarding prize:
taking your time meant you got it right.
So bin the itinerary, flout the rules,
just for once why don‘t you try something new?


Details | Couplet | |

When the air becomes visible - rainbows

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


Details | Free verse | |

Seven

I wish not to see such disgrace,
As that which humankind has conjured
Greed envelopes all into stout fingers
Lust embraces passionate youth
Envy breathes in the minds of the conceited
Gluttony resides in those who are unfit
Sloth exists in those who are uninspired
Wrath remains rabid in the permanently livid
Pride sits within the excessively bold
I wish not to see such disgrace,
As that which humankind has conjured.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Why Vote?

why are our tax dollars being spent on crippled
and paralyzed drug hoods?
why are we supporting teenage girl having babies 
and not trying to do any good?
how Is It possible for foreigners 
to get supplemental security income?
and where Is all the money supposedly coming from?

yet, when we the American citizens 
who have worked and struggled all our lives 
attempt to get any assistance from the government 
we only get a lot of bull and some jive
what in the world could the politicians 
have been thinking about?
when we have families right here in America
having to do without
Is It political policy 
over social responsibility?

the American Government aspires
to be the world's police force
by deploying our young men and women into war zones
without any recourse
but who Is to blame for making all these
life altering decisions?
It's not those who don't vote
for they have no voice nor position

now Is the time for all Americans
to step up to the plate
make your voice and choice be known
before It's too late
we need to stop this madness 
and unnecessary spending
call the politicians on to the carpet
and bring about some ending
Is It political corruption 
versus social reconstruction?

so just get out and vote
and make your choice be known
put who you want in positions of power
with ideals like your own
It's time to take a stance 
and get back our power
be more socially and politically conscious
at the voting hour
 





Details | Rhyme | |

From The Time After God's Creation


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


Details | Villanelle | |

Honey, I Love You!

Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
I swear, cross my heart and hope to die, if, I lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

You’re that someone that I want to share my stew
Come home, let’s fulfill our dreams, and don’t cry
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true

I float, like clouds in the sky each time I touch you
‘Cos of tingling shocks and warmness of your pie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

I miss your love, your caring and your sensual view
The sweet kisses too, you’re giving every time I fly
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true 

Wish you believe my words, even if you’ve no clue
For I know no more how to prove that I did not lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

Listen to your heart and not to a dreadful gossip
Twirling like migraine, that’s why you can’t sleep
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you 







Details | Rhyme | |

Truckers Shut it Down

We need to send a message for Washington to hear
We need to make a statement and make it loud and clear
Leave rigs double parked in every town
Come on truckers. Shut it down
Block the highways. Set your course.
Show our politicians a united force
Politicians! While you're kissing babies remember this
We've got something you can kiss
We wanted a leader. We got a clown.
So let's go truckers. Shut it down.

                       It is time to start sending a message to our OPEC owned and 
operated congresss. If you can't stop the oil gougiing prices, we can stop the 
entire country. What happens if the last of the American cowboys, the truck 
drivers, unite? If they double park their rigs on the interstates all over the country, 
unhook them and leave them there? These guys are getting shafted by the same 
people who subsidize airlines so the executives can milk the living hell out of it. 
Meanwhile, not only the independent, but any small trucking company can't afford 
to stay in business. It is time to shut it down


Details | Verse | |

And You Will Know Me By The Trail Of Dead

And you will know me by the trail of dead,
the whistle of wind in cutthroat pipes,
the jolly japes and spring heeled capers
in the sepia pulp of the Sunday papers
and in all the Jack Tar bilge in your head,
for you will know me by the trail of dead.

And you will know me by the trail of dead
the gory tales of bright crimson stripes.
the intestinal spool of viscera and gutting,
the slashing swipe of steel blades cutting,
and the opening wounds awash with red,
for you will know me by the trail of dead.

And you will know me by the trail of dead,
the love-a-duck and strike-me-blind,
the dear boss letters and cunning stunts,
the hunter or hunted in Whitechapel hunts,
and the feverish sweats in every bed,
for you will know me by the trail of dead.

And you will know me by the trail of dead,
the buckle-my-shoe and daily grind,
the Juwes and gin and pea soup nights,
the whore flesh slaughter and ghastly sights,
and the legends of all I did and said,
for you will know me by the trail of dead.


Details | I do not know? | |

Spring Summer And Fall

From bright colors even the brightest blond turns grey.
Grown men now stand.
Were once young children did play.

 The once new cover.
Is now tattered and torn.
time has all but erased the oaths  once proud men had sworn.

The field now overgrown  still haunts memories of the blue and grey.
Old worn headstones markers of were they'll forever lay.
No bell to ring no voice shall call.
The ghosts of the past erased by spring summer and fall.

The old porch stands hidden by a overgrowth of vines.
Now blank are the boards that once were painted signs.
The blood followed swiftly from the wound of the past.
To forge a path to a time that could never last.

Gone is the tree that once stood so very tall.
Forgotten by time 
So is the legend of spring summer and fall.


Details | Senryu | |

Car Wash Line

Car wash running hot
Backed up around the next block
Car in front just clunked


Details | Ballad | |

crash and burn

i want to say one thing
this day and age becoming a crash and burn 
people getting there heart broken
its something u have to learn


people make mistake and tell some lies
some forgive, ofthere say there last good byes
some hang there selves, others cry through the night.
wishing to there selves," why did i say good bye , why can't we be alright"

thats life.
its something u have to learn , if you dont all  it be is a crash and burn
and you dont want to learn it like that ,take it like this..

once you get in a relationship,  end it as being friends
dont make  a tear  drop,  just hold on the best you can
if you dont,  another crash and burn will happen again
just telling you as a friend

i learn the hard way i broke it off  just like that
if i think about what i did  i wish i could gone back
but you can't thats life, thats a fact but i  have learn now
you have to learn the way of life if you dont, it be a crash and burn  every day and 
night .... thats life


Details | I do not know? | |

Keep My Faith

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


Details | 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 | Narrative | |

Stranger

He was just crawling out of a cardboard box
And I turned in time to see him fall
Running over to help him up
He cried I don't need no help at all
Reaching under his arm, I helped him stand
I must have stared and I heard him say
Get out of here. Leave me alone.
Don't worry about me, I'll be okay
There's a shelter, can I take you there
You'll get something to eat and a place to sleep
He said I got all that I need ain't going nowhere
I sowed these seeds, now it's time to reap
Sometimes things don't work out no matter how well you plan
For each day of sunshine, you get a month of rain
Then one day you try to dream but no longer can
And the happiness and joy are replaced by pain
Then you drown your pain and move from city to city
You blame everyone else and to yourself you lied
Don't look at me. I don't need your damn pity
Each night you look back and that's when you cried
So thanks for caring but I'll be fine
Got all I want and all I need
Got a brown paper bag and a bottle of wine
Be going home soon, then I'll be freed
So I left him there and went on my way
At home, I thought about him when I got inside
I saw his obituary in the paper the very next day
An old man died in the street, and I sat and cried.


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My Battles As A Soldier

Streaking skyward the tracers rip
Into hanging soldiers
Falling about into mayhem
Pulsing through blood-filled ears
Hearing comrades scream
Understanding nothing
This is the war I found…

Hatred filled hardened hunter
Into smashed building
Homes pulverized rubble
Strewn about the decaying mass
The scorched metal burning
Bodies of the fallen men
The miasma of war I forever inhale…

Tigers rolling through billowed flame
Firing upon burnt battlefield blindly
Retreating in terror I leave the voices
Calling as I my boots tamp by arms
Reaching for safety I couldn’t render
Brothers abandoned in the Arnhem snow
These are the ghosts of war who haunt me….

Battle’s percussion on the horizon distant
I fade through the fields upon the Rhein
Farmhouses glow a midnight path
Walking to the beat of gun fire echoes
Off the walls of a shelter a little boy sits
Unafraid of the man feeding him chocolate
In the crater of a bomb…

This flash of hope my salvation from war.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Reapers Call

Loathing and choking in a smoke filled hall,
life passing by as I begin to fall,
fiery depths has taken its toll,
eternally falling as death takes its call,
meaningless choices in life,
as the reaper Say's hi,
I turn my cheek to say good bye,
hopeless to cry,
life is done and now its good bye!
as the light passes over I wander,
a endless journey in a new world before me,
Loathing in death and endless mourning,
tears of joy and hopeless tormenting,
I heath the call to end it all,
leaning forward to a endless fall,
Fields of joy,
Filld with light,
I walk through an endless night,
no exit or escape,
I run towards a hooded man in a cape,
eyes crimson with fury,
and a scythe at hand,
skin grey like stone,
in a soft voice he whispers to me,
the end is here and your to stay,
life is pointless if you throw it away!
peace and understanding to all,
by the moon and the stars,
we give freedom of worship,
to all,
freedom of the mind,
Heart, spirit and soul,
open your eyes to a new understanding,
of the world around you,
if you all took the time to breath,
you might see a better way,
Aces over kings,
empowerment is the key,
pure of hearts,
ritual of clubs,
spades of hell roam the hearts of sheep of Eden,
Truth comes in time and essence,
life goes on and so does Wicca for eternity!


Details | Couplet | |

In A TIme

In a world filled with lust and sin,
People knock, but can't get in.

There is no right, and there's no wrong.
There's no perserverance to carry on.

There's no happiness, and there is no sorrow.
Folks look forward, but not to tomorrow.

Uncertaincy grips you as you proceed with caution.
Victories are won, but not very often.

Now is the time of broken hearts,
When folks move on, and don't get very far.

Where you want to hope, you dare to dream,
And everything in life is more than it seems.

A time in life of missed opportunities and lost chances.
Where people no longer believe in "love," or "romances."

The world once known has come to an end,
And a 'new,' less appealing one is about to begin. 


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One Night In Greece

As the green-blue spread kissed horizon,
The sun died spilled on the rock,
So the crumbling salt-stained towers,
Of marble cracked rigid in shock.
Pointed fingers to clouds on Olympus,
To the old gods now centuries dead,
And their prayers and their desolate ceilings
Decayed as the heavens turned red.
The sweet juniper scents and then honey,
Flamed and bloomed dreams in the brain,
In the aniseed searing of midnight
I sat drunk at the bar once again...


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Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

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

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

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

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


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My Words

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, 
and not necessarily my reality;                                     
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing

You can be who you want to be on any level 
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;  
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys,                                                                        or places that some don’t even think exist

They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry 
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart 
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses  whether they are just cases, 
or me in the absolute right here

My words exude positive intentions; 
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections 
and reversed dejection  
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul 
and temptations

Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before         
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect 
according to divine order

They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time 
because up until now, 
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time 
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – 
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice 
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words


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Generic Minds

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


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The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


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 | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

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


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Bladder Problems in Class

Numbers on 
White board…names written hori-
zontally

Students ask
To go pee…right when class starts – 
THAT’S just wrong…

Bathroom line
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!

People are
Not using lunchtime to do 
Their business 

No one knows
When to do their duties – SER-
IOUSLY?


Details | I do not know? | |

Diverse

Oh say can I see 
By the big florescent lights
Once so proudly now has fell
Fell into reality? 
Fell into right? 
Fell into a time where there should have never been a fight!! 

With ’In God We Trust ' printed on every dollar. 
But God got kicked out so Columbine became the shocker. 
But was it also ' In God We Trust ' when we failed to see nothing but color?

With the hoses put down, 
and Dr King no longer around, 
is ‘The Dream’ still being reached? 
Is it a sign that the first homes we see 
are no longer a possibility?

When the Towers came down,
we were 'United we Stand'
But when gas prices rose it was, 
“You're on your own, man!” 

‘A penny saved is a penny earned,’ 
is from the man that first helped us try to learn. 
But when we stopped asking what our country can do for us, 
is that the time when the table turned?

Now that Rosa will no longer be on the bus, 
I wonder who will now take that seat for all of us. 

With Miss America in the cast, 
when will we ever see Miss Disability last? 

What happened to the times of ‘I am not a crook’, 
it took a back seat to the Man who wrote the Book. 

And the rockets red glare, 
with bombs still bursting in the air, 
is it wrong to fight for the night 
when our children’s children will still be there.


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Mind and Sound

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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


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This Memorial Day We Salute Our Veterans

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton  
05/21/10


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The Night, In His Sexual Longing


In the taverna, he sits, incognito--- 
(he’s just 16) among them, the men of the past 
and dawdles over a bottle of beer, where he’s 
waiting for the night to rest. He stares 
at his watch: quarter past ten. Ahh, 
more hours, for him, to wait.  Till how long 
the bottle will last, half-empty now, until 
he can see the night in full, naked before his eyes?

His youth is like a blazing fire, ready for action 
and in his wildest dream, he claims the night.


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Too Busy For God


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


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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
!!


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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.


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God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11



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The Day My Uncle Died



The Day My Uncle Died...

I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."

I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.

He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
 call or even a letter.

A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.

I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
 I could "stop them."

Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him.    And I do miss him so!

I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes... 
Then someone dies.

Perhaps there's someone in your
 life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"

A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."

This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."

Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.

The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short...  Our journey's end is so near!

May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Verse | |

That Girl

Everyone thinks they know that girl. At 
least they think they do. 
You know that girl that makes everyone 
laugh, and is a class clown. Who used 
to be a star athlete. And had everything 
going for her.
Yeah that girl that everyone thinks they 
know
She became homeless at the age of 16 
due to a house fire.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
Yet that girl is still laughing away and 
making everyone laugh, but isn't the 
same inside, No, Something inside of 
her changed they way she felt.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She became mentally ill, she was 
diagnosed with major depression and 
bipolar disorder. She was always under 
medication, so you never knew what 
side of her you where going to get.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
No one knew how much she hated 
hearing sirens go off, or how she 
couldn't stand seeing fire trucks. She 
struggled living her life daily.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She lost her closes friends cause she 
shut them out and nearly lost them all.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
From what I hear it's been 3 years 
since the fire and that girl is barely 
getting her sight of her future back.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is talking to her lost friends again, 
but just isn't the same for her, so she 
has to make new ones. Which means 
she has no one.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is happier now and is looking 
forward to graduating and moving on 
from this chapter of her life and letting 
go.
How do I know so much of her?, well 
"that girl" is me.Yeah that girl that 
everyone thought they knew. 
But im fine now. Sure I have my 
downfalls, but I still get up and smile. 
THAT GIRL IS ME, I AM THAT GIRL.


Details | Burlesque | |

Oral sex, much?


 
Separate Fate scratching Chance so that it may be secure.

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

Undiminished cheekbones flushed with Hope,

Slide up and Down,

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

As an oddly subtle sound escapes my Lips…

One of those Godly Utterances that a conscious tongue Ignores. 

Like An Awakened Coma, screamed, in Paralyzing yearn.

 The air is Quiet, lonesome fingers tangled in heat.

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

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

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

 into my mind.

“Forever is Easy”
                                     I Say.

As softly, Fevered and Wanton,

He is stuns the Dust of this House into Noise

-thend-



Details | Free verse | |

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


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Destiny's Perch

In the near future, I am going to add it all up into one big sum.
In the meantime, I am going to gather and collect my own space.
I will sift through seeds or weeds and present an enormous case.
But for sure I will hold onto every single yellow chrysanthemum.

In the near future, I am going to roll it all up sealing it by my thumb.
In the meantime, I am going to sit here with every turned about face.
I will drift through time rewinding the hands back to a God of Grace.
But for sure I will give the world a place my heart is triumphing from. 

Quickly, I will come to you,
And instantly I will be gone.
But injustice shall never do.
Nor shall a lie be my spawn.

Or at the least not on my expedient silver polished dime,
And certainly not while sitting on destiny’s perch in time!

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009


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If Old Men Fought

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Clock

Clock!
You sculpt the clay of my life
With your rigid hands,
Shouting your high commands through morning alarms. 
Accusations fly
As you collect your daily payment of attention.

When I find myself savoring life’s sweetness,
You sprint behind my back.
And when pain drops my heart from my chest,
You linger, rubbernecking from the wall.

You enclose the whole of my life
In that circular frame,
Ever spinning in your infinite math,
Drunk with power!

Clock!
I can take no more of your tyranny!
I can afford no more of your triple A battery lunches-
I am afraid you’ve run out of time.
So keep your hands out of my business, I’m sleeping in today.

Jacob Reinhardt							09/05/2013


Details | I do not know? | |

A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...

hope...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


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The War Confessions

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nobody’s tool, nobody’s fool.
NO!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, it’s time 
(yes it’s time)

Time to STOP THIS WAR!






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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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The Media


FLASH!  BANG!
Something bad happened,
It's on the TV news.

I should be scared,
scared of...THAT!
They say I should be, too

No time to think,
No time to talk,
Fear blocks my will to choose

It's okay though, see?
They've done the work for me,
All on the TV news.


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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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


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A LIFE JOURNEY

There was a time in my life when I was Self-assured
and I experienced the Esteem of my fellow man.
I could walk into a roomful of strangers and have no qualms
about the dangers of a slip of the tongue, as I knew I would have 
a quick and witty repartee for them.

Of course, that time in my life passed all too quickly, as I grew 
older and "full of wisdom" taught by life's experiences.  The self-assurance
I had when I was 18, transformed into a more cautious, yet still 
estimable 25.  Taking what I knew to be the deceitful practices of 
unscrupulous and dishonest men,  I reassessed my own life in terms of
its self-assurance and esteem.

I found that I it was more difficult to be sure of myself in every situation; 
that because of the pain I had to endure at their hands I would now look
at my life through the ever emptying glass of self-worth, prestige, and 
know-it-all attitude. I had to find my guide, again.

Others now pointed out the foibles that were inherent in my character.  I took note of
these observations, only to find that too many of them were true.  However, I also began
to realize that in order for me to again regain the esteem of the person I saw each
morning in the mirror, I had to better follow my original mission statement of life ~ TO
HELP PEOPLE.   

I began this mission in earnest by careful assessment of the past mistakes I had made in
judgment, my personal sins of commission and omission, and a renewed faith in God's mercy.
 It has been a struggle for over 30 years now, and I have a renewed Esteem and
Self-assurance because of my belief in Him.

Of the gifts He gave to me in that time of searching, the most important and influential
were a new wife and family, their love and affection, and the ability and confidence to
write words like these for you to read.  

Now, I can again enter that room of strangers and have the ability to speak to them
without the doubts that have plagued me for these many years.  I owe it to the Lord above,
thank Him for His generosity to me, and pray that you will also know His Loving Will in
your life.    VIVAT JESUS!


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


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

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

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

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

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

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

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


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


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


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


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Spirituals and Drums

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places

<        this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written
          like the smile upon her face that looks nil and somewhat smitten

          and lochs of hair hanging instead of with bows and lace
          tell me my angelic angel have you fallen from God's good grace

          has your garments of thread gone out of time
          has your dance with the butterflies gotten out of rhyme

         have you been cast from your lovers heart
         or are you just looking to start over with brand new start

         has clouds silver lining rained upon your dreams
         has leafs dance gone frozen in crystal streams


         time stands still amidst wondering thoughts
         time stands still when lovers cant be sought 




Written By Katherine Stella 7/4/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's 
The Unwritten Contest
G.L. All      

        

         


         
          
          

        
                         

         

         


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Nineteen fable

 Nineteen fable 
Nineteen fable 
 
MUSICK NONnude Review 
 
 
CHarlaxFabels 
 
Grand Funk Railroad was a fave group of mine the best time eye ever had was in 
a house on a rug listening to this song of hard rock and rhinocerous thumps. 
Wait. FOGHAT was the best for sex but lucky mee was never a Catholic. The 
Horns blew for Chicago and there was lots of other groups to make this fable 
bleed there was the Creedence Clearwater Revival so cool so wonderful a thing. 
John Fogarty sure must have been a saint. Eye wish he had not got so mad and 
left the other members of his group. But Creedence Song became a new fave 
thing. 
Daddy had a band 
Played him a little guitar 
Traveled in a van 
Livin' that rock and roll 
Night after night 
People comin' up to the bandstand 
Say you can't go wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 

It was late one night 
Cruisin' on down the interstate 
Stopped into a diner 
To get him some chili and fries 
Heard the waitress tell a guy 
Standin' over by the jukebox 
Hey you can't go wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 

Well daddy took a shine 
To the lil' girl behind the counter 
She movin' her hips to the swamp beat 
Right on time 
Said could he play her somethin' 
Over there on the jukebox 
She said you can't wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 

Daddy had a plan 
He asked that girl to marry 
With a brand new wife 
They're livin' on rock and roll 
Night after night 
She whispers oh so sweetly 
Hey you can't go wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 




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THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.


The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates


The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
 
 
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean


Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd


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DO YOU REMEMBER

Age nibbles at life 
Getting older makes you think twice
Strolling down memory lane 
You noticed some things never change
Memory, is more complex; of mute agenda and subtext
Sometimes I can’t think what is next?
In my own imagining, I begin to live.
In my own remembering, all my sins please forgive
A primitive mix, of future thoughts and subtle tricks.
I have a headache too much thinking makes me sick
I have many days of happiness that were much too brief.
There is longer nights of pain and grief.
In the deep pits of my mind
My past is not hard to find
Today will be a memory yesterday is a memory drifting away 
When I reminisce of my past I have nothing to say
What would we be without the power to recall? 
Without our gift of memory we'd be little at all 
Memory of our past and of our future, 
Leaves us with endless wounds to nurture

"Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you 
never want to lose.” 
 Kevin Arnold  









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.


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No Time

These shifting poles, I sit and ponder.
As flocks of birds fall from the yonder.
But I have dirty clothes to launder.
I have no time for this.

Some Beetle's killing all the trees.
and something's swatting swaths of bees.
But I have to take care, or my pipes will freeze.
I have no time for this.

So cows eat corn instead of grass.
Some heavy metals in my glass.
I'm in a rush, I'm late for class.
I have no time for this.

On Fossil fuel we so depend.
In 2012 the world will end.
But I have frozen drinks to blend
I have no time for this

These things, they come as no surprise
As we blaze a trail to our own demise
As I sit here writing, I realize.
I have no time for this.



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Solar Love

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


Details | Limerick | |

Tone it down to ''at least for the duration''

Time does our earth presence sever
But the post office is clever  
And offers for sale
For its eternal mail  
A stamp that is good forever


Author's note: The idea that anything associated with this planet will be consumed "forever" is peculiar and laughable.  It is also destructive in that business holds the truth in shadows.


Details | I do not know? | |

two

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


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We Went to Grandma's House


We went to Grandma’s house the other day! And brought some gifts along the way! We enjoyed our time and our wonderful visit We’re glad we had time with her! We wouldn’t miss it! We took her out and did some shopping in town… There were some good buys waiting to be found! We had a chance to have dinner with her too! This was an opportunity we wanted to do! We had a chance to talk about the days of past. Our memories of her, is something that will last! We enjoyed our time with grandma! Yes we did! She always has something worthwhile to give! We thank the Lord for a special grandma like this! Our times together have been happy and bliss! Please take good care of her Lord, is our prayer! Keep her in your tender mercy and care! We look forward to the next time we spend together! She’ll always be our grandma! Today and forever! By Jim Pemberton


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Marching Band

"Marching Band"
Dapper dilettantes take over one hundred yards 
Showing their feathers like a cockatoo on pointy shakos 
Displaying their talents on grass they are anything but green 

Ready to give resplendent resonance through beasts of golden brass
Popping percussive drumming getting drilled into them by a sergeant
Time and time again by so many rehearsals they know formations by heart
The time for sweat and tears is over, they are here to perform

Atten hut! 

Impressing the crowd with baton twirling 
Majorettes turn into marionettes as the sergeant pulls their strings
Compact formation now, the crowd will wait for hot dogs
Watching a half time special while they stand alert in place

About face!

Witnessing scintillating choreography with a one, two turn
The symbols get their chance to be rim shot participators
And the Grand Marshall leads the baton twirlers aside
For the color guard and their blinding high definition radiance 
 
No one is out of phase and the scene is picture perfect
Then they dive into the scatter drill 
Show their true talents with life, love and liberty to move where they want
Individual inspiration takes over each one to the ensemble 
This is the real reason they are here, for happiness 

They make way for the gymnasts while maintaining play
Who express their own interest in the spectacle of somatic arts
Triangles and fantastic figures on three people straddled high
Build in the crowd a new love for geometry

They have to give way though in good measure 
To guns of glory and so many shots sent high in the air
Puffs of smoke are burst sky high, evaporating a salutary good bye 
Thanks for watching


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Vanity of skin

Beauty's power is what you seek,
Everlasting things you want,
Always skin perfection on the cheek
Under seductive eyes that taunt.
Towards shapes and shades and light
In small glitter boxes stays your full delight.
Finesse, longevity and everything godlike;
Unless you want time to succeed,
Loftiness is just the friend you need.


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Christmas delights!

Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak
Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose
Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me,
quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes
Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet
Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder 
of where you have stepped before
Crisp white blanket glints
almost winking it’s Christmas card welcome
as it’s vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning 
All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew
Nothing seems out of place
A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy
New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape

Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another
Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition
to offending hand and screams of pleasure
Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly 
Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels
Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman
Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow
Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go
Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head
Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model
Returning with woollen hat scarf 
carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features
Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived
For mother nature’s hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle


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Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children


Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children… Many parents bring their kids to church… Hoping they’ll be a “better person.” They want them to hear about God. And listen to the “Sunday lesson.” They often tell the children to listen and obey God’s ways. But you’ll never see the parents at church on Sundays! They’re “too busy” to spend time with God... Even at home. Then tell their children they love them. And often leave them alone. They parents don’t want to take the time to give them their attention. They want the Sunday school teacher to give them a “moral direction.” Parents need to be the man and woman God wants them to be! They need to have Christian principles that their children can see! Won’t you be there for your children and help them to understand… What it means to be a Christian. And to be a Godly woman or man! It’s Christ’ desire that you as parents be a Godly example! There’s just too many temptations for your kids to handle! Living for God. As a family. Is the best thing you can do! Christ stands at your heart’s door… The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton 11/16/11


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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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I Don't Want to Leave the Party

The long, long night
Is winding down
From distant rooms
I hear the sound
Of fine old friends
Taking leave
The evening ends
And I believe
The time to follow suit draws near
My heart is tired, but my mind is clear.

The shining lights
Are fading out,
The dawn lies weak
On the walls without
The voices drift
And steal away
As we search for deeper
Things to say
The sands keep flowing through the glass
As present lives become the past.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - By which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party
          It's always been such fun
          Through all the years and tears and fears
          Feels like it's only just begun.
          I don't want to leave the party
          But I'll follow all my friends.
          Who knows what waits outside the door
          When the magic of our living ends?

The hand that holds
Your glass of wine
Is cracked and aged
As much as mine
The shadows of
Our memories
Are lengthening
Into the seas
Of onward flowing history,
The days once shared by you and me.

The love that lit
Ten thousand nights
Is still alive
And burning bright.
The time we spent
On sharing dreams
Is further now,
Or so it seems.
The lives we built we can't forget,
And no one wants to leave just yet.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - To which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party,
          We're all having too much fun.
          Yet while smiling we'll still disappear
          Now that the play is closed and done.
          I don't want to leave the party,
          But I'll go, with all my friends
          Who knows what's waiting just outside
          When the spell of living softly ends?


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seeing you

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

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

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


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The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

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

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

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

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


The Present:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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








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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...?


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Revised- Reflections On A Gift Of Watermelon Pickle...

That half grown chrysanthemums/
Stirring up like accuser's.
Life is compared with what two things ?
Which do you think is the richer more revealing comparison ?
Poets use many symbols/
Geese flying south can be a symbol,
Of that of approaching winter/
Heart's symbolize love,
In this brief expanse we call life,
One may want to cry out in a revolt ?
Other's simply take in a breathe of fresh air/
Ponder that many other's that don't even care ?
We all must become united in this great cause !
Not to use this concept loosely/
Yet to humbly ponder a thought,
What do you all think tells a more detailed story ?
The poem or the picture ?
Love can grow out of a billowing cry/
Perhaps a cut nor a mere stye in the eye ?
The seventies had embarked on this journey/
Not to mention that of Timothy Leary ?
This took us to a vast opened door !
To break on through to the other side/
Lest I emplore,
Still we have every bit of reason in which to grasp/
That lattice decor to that shine on the asp,
A sweet juice filled with fine honey nectar/
The future resources,
Allow the creative poet/
To begin to explore the valley of much more !
In gaining the proper word/
Fresh out of the Autumn air !


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It Almost Seems LIke Yesterday


It Almost Seems Like Yesterday… It almost seems like yesterday, I was very young. I was playing with my friends and having so much fun! It almost seems like yesterday, we were a loving family! I was excited about life and so very content and happy! It almost seems like yesterday, we were at church on Sunday! How much I dreaded gong to school the next Monday! It almost seems like yesterday, I’d go to work with grandpa! I’d look forward to having some time with grandma! It almost seems like yesterday, I’d read my Bible too! I loved Jesus! And this was what I waned to do! It almost seems like yesterday, an excitement was there! A passion for my family and God, I wanted to share! It almost seems like yesterday, that I met my sweet wife. And the blessing she’s been for a good part of my life! It almost seems like yesterday, when our kids were born. God helped us through the many trials and storms! What happened yesterday brings memories loud and clear. The things I hold on to today shall one day disappear! What happens today… May it bring me to the God I once knew! May I seek his will and direction In everything I do! What happens tomorrow… I don’t know what the future brings! I’m going to put my faith in God. He’ll take care of everything! What will happen today, is that I’ll take some time in prayer! I know that God is faithful! And will meet me there! Yesterday is the past!. Today is a present God has given! And I will follow him, each day I'm livin'! By Jim Pemberton


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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


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Fooling us All

Dumbing us down
no wonder we don't know
unaware for so long
feeding 
on what's been eating us

"but the bait tastes so good!"
we say
drooling diabetes down lazy lips
entranced
by high definition devices
all the world's shiny entices

and then there's addictions
the medications 
vibrations
frequencies 
they're fingering Mother Earth's atmosphere to
seducing mankind 
with the silence of her screams
raping our nurturer
as we remain oblivious

these elite thugs
conducting violence above the law
fooling us all


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Glory's Tragedy

they lie in graves 
cold and silent 
buried deep by intention 
weighted down with 
medals of gold 
do they regret
or still yearn 
to Revere ride 
through black of night 
with silvern voices
rallying to the cries 

they are remembered 
in the shining moments 
with brilliance 
until the blackened earth 
shoveled onto solid grave 
dims the glow 
as days drift into night 
and nights into years 
of fading memories 
sealed with tears 
of pride and loss 

those left behind 
remember for a time 
shouts of bravery 
heard amid blazing guns 
trumpets heralding glorious arrival 
they ran into hell 
and hell welcomed them home 
wrapped in glory's flag
gold lies tarnishing 
in that sealed box 
where we need to lift the lid 
to remember the sacrifice 

death creeps upon a hero 
without warning 
or thought 
silently his fingers 
find that golden halo 
and he is drawn by the light 
basking in the glow 
stealing its warmth 
until all that remains 
is blood flowing upon the ground 
and the tragedy is written 
with words of finality 
that we never understand

poets will place tears upon pages 
playwrights will write tragedy's 
filled with emotion 
to play to packed houses 
dwindling over time 
then forgotten 
until then heroes will act the scenes 
audiences will applaud
with standing ovations 
filled with meaningless platitudes 
for they can stand 
while heroes lie 
still 


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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


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From another point of view

daytrippers enjoy their sun
while night owls are moonwalking
their lights shine at the same time
on  different worlds

©Elly Wouterse

While talking with a friend on the other side(Netherlands - Australia) of the world this thought popped up giving the conversation a philosophical touch.... 


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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


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DEATH WISH HAIKU A Musical History of Cigarettes

 DEATH WISH HAIKU (AS Musical History of Cigarettes)
L.S.M.F.T.
Snooky Lanson sang it clear
smoke in every ear.

From your Hit Parade,
Frank Sinatra blew the words one time
Didn't Fence Him In.

Dorothy Collin's voice
America there's only one to smoke
Lucky Strike's the one.

Drifting up her nose
pulling smoke into her lung
biting on her tongue

what is she doing?
coffins closing in with nails
death as slow as snails.

Do you want a Lucky?
More satisfaction pleasure
undertakers measure.

Camel smoke was nil
More Doctors smoked  Lucky Strikes
Than Mike Hammer smoked.

Nicotine all day
tie hers up in Christmas bows
blow it out her nose.

Free on Navy ships
Sailors never saw the light
Though the match was free.


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Moshe

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


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Quick Energy~

Quick Energy

Sight Unseen

Sometimes Pieces

Are the Ones You Miss


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When I Went To Church Not Too Long Ago

I remember going to a church 
not too many years ago…
When the pastor preached... 
It brought conviction to my soul!

I remember that after the service… 
Many cried out and prayed…
For many of them…  It didn’t matter
 how long they stayed…

I still remember some of the messages
 the pastor was preaching…
Into many of our hearts, 
the word of God was reaching.

I remember all of these things 
and so much more!
But today…  This wouldn’t be 
welcomed in my church’s door!

You see…  Much of what was 
preached as right or wrong…
In many Christian circles…  
It doesn’t belong!

What once was used by God to be
 Godly and instrumental…
Is now called “hateful,” 
and “judgemental…”

Wait a minute!  Doesn’t this same 
God still require a holy life?
This same God still calls marriage…  
One husband and one wife…

In this crazy world, where so many 
things are “upside down.”
Are there any seeking God’s holiness? 
 Can any be found?

Make no mistake...  God’s judgement
 is coming very soon!
Have you allowed Christ 
to be the lord in “every room?”

God is still the same God…  
surely loves YOU!
Why not invite him in? And allow
him to be your Lord too!

By Jim Pemberton 
 04/04/11


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Sonnet to Society

Plagued by agents of disinformation,
smearing objectivity with a spoof,
as if a lot of followers equals confirmation, 
a lie told often enough becomes truth.
Rumours of the Swine and depopulation,
aliens, free energy and speculation,
aur silence and tolerance bring ramification,
we need to stop for a day of contemplation,
it does not take long to realise who control’s each and every nation.
Beneath the facade of illusion,
the puppet master reaps with his confusion.

WAKE UP...tick tick tick... ... ...


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Letters of Enslavement to Mr.President Obama

i have seen the coming of a great social change
and do believe in my case it means no passing
to a free and health interchange of life's greater moments (not exchange)

this is about, the enslavement of my life
that is based on the the extra freedom of others
so i do scream
in my shy small voice
"I am in slaved in America"
and i am ashamed
and i am dirty under the light 
I have seen that enslavement in America
and it, is but a pen and paper of mind indicting lies (not induction)
and smile of the upper class, that have dreams of glory 
that are hidden by an exchange of networks
by which agent play under no supervision
playing psycho mind controlling games 
on the weak and poor
and will and do punishment  me
and yet i am still frighten and small
necked in the wet rain of tear and  Ritualistic Abuse

under this insane cry,
you will not see me
you can not hear me
for how can you here a kitten trapped
a thousand miles away
alone in a dark room
striped of its ability to fight back
with out the proper words to make you understand
I have been framed
i have been systematically Hypnotize
this is a rape to my soul
please see past the fake paper work
and look deeper
and find the cover-up
clean up and swept-out your house
that holds the deeds of yesterday 
Wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_MKULTRA


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New Years Eve in the ER

The doctors and nurses in the Emergency Room prepared themselves for the 
longest night of the year – New Year’s Eve going into New Years day.

As morbid as it may be, they even had a pool going to guess the time of the first 
alcohol related incident to come into the ER.  He had 11:30.  The clock showed 
11:00.  All was quiet, except for the broken leg in pod 1 as the result of a young 
man falling off of a ladder putting up New Years decorations.  This patient had not 
even started drinking yet.

They heard the sirens in the distance as the radio call came in announcing two 
ambulances were on their way with victims from a car crash – 11:15, Nurse 
Thompson’s entry in the pool.

Dr. Sampson took the first patient, a 30-ish man, conscious with blood streaming 
from his head.  The smell of alcohol was prevalent.  His patient was a young woman 
on a respirator with IV’s already in place.  Walking beside the rolling stretcher was 
her husband, holding her hand, tears running down his face as he said, “We were 
on our way here.  Her water broke at about 10:00.  This guy ran the red light and 
slammed right into us.  Is she going to be okay?”

An ER social worker took the husband to a waiting area as the doctor began barking 
out orders to nurses and attendants in assistance.

The drunk driver, of course, would be okay – for some reason, they usually always 
are.

The husband and would-be father sat sobbing as police officers led the offender out 
of the hospital and into their waiting patrol car.  No word yet from the team working 
on his wife and child.

He heard fireworks from outside the window in the waiting area and could hear a 
few, “Happy New Years” being shared by doctors and nurses in the hallways.  

New Years was also welcomed in in the Central Time Zone, Mountain Time Zone and 
Pacific Time Zone before the doctor walked out to meet the husband in the waiting 
area.  The look on the doctor’s face said it all.  The social worker joined them as the 
doctor simply said, “I’m sorry.  We could not save your wife – but your son is doing 
fine.”

The news crew that was at the hospital to report on the first baby born in 2011 
decided to cancel their story.  Nurse Thompson did not collect the pool money.   The 
father was led to a room in the maternity ward where he fed his new son formula 
from a bottle.

Maybe, just maybe, someone will read this story and schedule to have a cab take 
them home from the New Years Eve party and this story can remain a fictional tale.  
Maybe.


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EARTH HOUR 2012

By: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)(written 29th march 2012)

(UNITING PEOPLE TO PROTECT THE PLANET) (8.30 pm Saturday 31st march 2012)
The portent prophecy is teeming and bursting with dark fears, Nature’s omens are crystal clear, Horrendous and awful signs we see sense and repeatedly hear, The blasphemous change will be here. Mother nature’s bounties provide us with all that we need, But we lose it all by pollution, deforestation, excessive mining and pristine greed. Pundits and cognoscenti’s in unison they parley and say, We dwellers of planet earth will dearly pay. So come together and connect to make us a future green, For us and generations to come a world truly clean. Not right are the climatic change and atmospheric alterations, At “earth hour” we symbolize and pledge to sow the green seeds of confirmations. Now this movement in its fifth year since global initiation and activation, Has now from all near and far won galore admiration. Now to nature we show adoration and our affection, Come join me in the celebrations. Turn off all lights as of now only for only an hour, We can learn to save the power. Pull out all the plugs and turn out all the lights, Its 8.30 pm (31st march 2012) and the timely numbers the clocks strikes. We all are human, we make mistakes curt, We have our world hurt and been also badly hurt, We now have commenced to learn, We will fall and rise and bad fortunes upturn. Come join me in the celebrations, Its “earth hour” time for contemplation and reflection. And be on a mission, To be green and reduce carbon emission. Now as the hour glass sand grains begin to trickle, People! Join me in the cause and stop being fickle. For the sake of Mother Nature, Father Time and Future Generations, Come one and all and join me in the “EARTH HOUR” CELEBRATIONS 8.30 pm Saturday 31st march 2012
I will ………will U??????? “LET US PLEDGE TO SWITCH OFF”
This is a ubiquitous and unique opportunity for all of us to make a positive stoke for the cause of environment. It is really not about saving energy for just one hour. It is to epitomize and indicate the first steps in direction of living with conducting and propagating environmental friendly activities in everyday life, which will surely lead to cleaner, greener environment and sustainable life style. Go green say no to plastic use cloth bags.I will......will you??


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My Thing

Writing is my thing. My drug of choice. My bling bling.
I fall in love with the similies and mentions of passion while wrapping my body in 
sentences.
Creating complicated rhythms and making them simples as instances
Every line a differenet emphasis
Commas, explinations and periods
Sometimes rhyming and sometimes not
Stopping to puff so my thoughts can lock
Feeding hungry souls starved from starvation
Creating new creations
Making people feel the sensation as I build up to mind elevation

The quest for knowledge is not a game
Spoken movements teach about the pain
I write to ease the pain
Rhythms run deep

Deep underneath clouded visions of unspoken truth lies a message
a message...a message that should be taught accurately to the youth
About the struggle of a people that was misued
abused, refused, confused, raped, beaten down
uneducated
portrayed as clowns, coons, niggers, fools
Modern day niggas and goons
Wake up!! Did you hear the news?
You are responsible for you!
Imagine how it would be tho
If we were uninterrupted and brought overseas yo
Uprooted from a line of royalty kings and queens
Africa unite is all we'd sing
Rhythms run deeper into the seams of my being

I write to ease the pain of the oppressed
I write to celebrate their success
I write to educate the rest
The message..The message..The message is very clear
No time time to waste
The time is NOW
It's here!


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Thanking Jesus Christ


thanking Jesus Christ
a turkey on thanksgiving
why not everyday?


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


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Geek Mountain

It started quite some time ago
His name was Pitfall Harry
I learned of bits and algorithms
On a 2600 Atari

And then there came Nintendo
It began my end I think
For I had to rescue Princess Zelda
As a courageous lad named Link

I peered at that screen for hours
Each puzzle, each riddle, each stage
And Gannon was no match for me
My frenzied button rage

The torch then passed to Genesis
And with it Altered Beast
Addicted to those graphics
My life outside had ceased

Compulsion soon would fade
I slowly began to bore
Then Sony created the gamers dream
To brilliant to ignore

Dazzled bye amazing play
lost for a year or two
Acting as an exercise scarecrow
And girl repellant too

So now I have no gaming system
But it seems that my PC
Is the summit of Geek Mountain
And that's where you'll find me.
-------------------------------------------
That last line written years ago
Such games are no longer fun
For Im filled with glee and happy to be
Reaquainted with the sun


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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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Fireworks

Fireworks
Colorful Explosions
Erupting For All To View
Sparklers


Details | Sonnet | |

Gulf Oil Spill

Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored
The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored

As anger and frustration surges across the Coast
The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most

Several past months, many lives have been erased
In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith

Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters

It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention
Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions

Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known
What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone?

Many local residents are now suffering from depressions
So think about what lies ahead, our future generations


©RashanaKing2010


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All we want is to be famous, no matter what we are famous for, we will do it

Everyone seems happy
Everyone loves to entertain 
Everyone wants to be famous
But will you make it in this world

Pick Me Pick Me yea
im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
Im nothing but a snob

A little entertainment on tv
Where you watch your kids die
The commercial reads 
Need more volunteers to get shot

Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
please select me im hot

"It just goes to show 
that all we care about 
is getting famous
nomatter what we have to do 
we will do it
just to get noticed"

Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
im being someone im not

Die die die die with me
because im famous now
Die die die die with me
because i want to be noticed

Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
everyone is hollow

Pick me Pick me Yea 


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Eyes do Weep

When my son was young and so very, very wild… 
I loved him dearly for he was my child.
But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep.
I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep.

We found a private High school with new peers to seek.
Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap.
He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again.
But the day he was on his own, became the best that’s ever been.

His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out.
Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout.
I’ll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed.
I’ll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know.
Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids.
They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids.
All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right.
They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life.
They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse.
Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse. 
He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance.
He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience.
My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last.
And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...



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Mother Earth

I was told God made this marvellous place,
for the sole benefit of the human race,
although through the years it really seems,
as if this is the figment of someone's dreams,
and maybe a lot of what I've been told,
just seems to shine,but isn't gold.
Yes, I used to ask only now and then,
but nowadays it happens,again and again,
and the questions asked all revolve,
around a problem I can't solve.
How come it took him only six days,
to make the universe, for us to amaze,
and in this time to populate too,
our world with people and the rest of the zoo?
As I know for a fact, that when my dear mother,
was making my new little baby brother,
it took her about nine months or so,
before she was able to let him go,
and he could join us in this lovely place,
a shiny new addition to the human race.
So how come God could possibly do,
something like that in a second or two?
I think I'd better buy a new book,
this really does rate a really good look!


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How to Invest in your Valentine Hours ?

How to Invest in your Valentine Hours ?


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

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

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

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

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


Written by William Arthur Tell

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


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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? 


Details | Ode | |

The Many Reasons Why I Love You

The little things about you
make up the man I love.
I love the smallest things about you
that make you who you are.

The way your nose crinkles a little bit
every time you smile.
The way you seem confused
when you first wake up.
The way your breath catches
every time you say "I love you."
The way you break out into a grin
every time our eyes meet.
The little gold specks
in your beautiful eyes.
The little freckles
all over your back.
The goofy, playful laugh of yours
even when I'm not that funny.
The way you get so protective
when you think that something's wrong.
The way you get frustrated
when other guys flirt with me.

But of all the things I love about you,
the thing I love the most is
how you always know just what to say
to make my day a little brighter.


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My First Cig Puff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

To all the soup members

There is not enough words I can say about you all,
You have helped me through the rough times,
The good times,and now the saddest times of my life.
The members on here have helped me when I was at my lowest,
They have made me smile,cry,hurt with them and feel there pain.
Now with the separation of my family,
They have helped me again.
I read and reread the comments that you all give me,
It gives me strength when I have none left,
It gives me the will to realize that not everything I do is wrong.
You all have helped me through the tears,
The pain and defeat that I have felt,
And for that I praise each and every one of you.
Sorry this is not the poem you thought it would be,
But some words just cannot be put into a verse,
Some things have to be said directly from the heart,
without thought,without hesitation.
Again,thank you all,
You too carol,
You and everyone on here gave me reason.



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Three Resolutions

Sell my properties
Hopefully get out of debt
Less stress in my life



note:
Maybe two out of three aint bad,,hopefully.

written for
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver  
Contest Name ~New Years Resolution Haiku~ 


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My Truckers Prayer

Lord,bless me this day,
As I drive down this lonely highway.
Bless my family at home all alone,
Let me return where ever I roam.
If you feel it's my time to sleep,
Please take me quick and not let my family weep.
Keep my eyes open,keep my prayers in mind,
Keep my heart clean and let me always be kind.
Be my copilot in my time of need,
Remind me of who I am in my times of greed.
This is my prayer when I am on the road,
That I should return from every load.


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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.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

THE ACCOUNTABILITY OF OUR OWN BEHAVIOR

as adults we must be accountable for our own behavior
if we expect the same from our children.
when children see political leaders in compromising positions, 
adults fighting in court rooms, PTA meetings and city council sessions
and fathers and mothers verbally and physically abusing each other.

how can we expect more from them
 when we are not holding each other accountable?
do we blame the media with their reality shows?
do we hold them solely responsible for exposing our youth to all of this?
they say just change the channel or turn off the TV
but that is not an answer not is it the solution to a growing problem

society has made this type of behavior entertainment
if not for its shock value  but to boost up the ratings for revenue
parents fighting and attacking children and coaches at little league games
celebrities going to rehab on a daily basis
sports figures and officials throwing games
professional athletes committing felonies and only getting slaps on the wrists
and then they have the nerve to suspend a child from school 
for DRAWING A PICTURE of a weapon
hypocrisy at its worst

judges taking bribes
doctors molesting their patients
teachers have sex with their students
yet we have a ZERO TOLERENCE POLICY with those same children
who are we kidding?

behavior is learned
and like any and all animals in the wild 
the young are taught by example
its time we stop naming names and placing the blame on others
and look to thine self
its time we stop with the excuses and start holding ourselves accountable
for our own behavior before we impose rules on our children


Details | I do not know? | |

Woman's Day

Women's Day


wiping away those tears

of the brutal truths of your past

wiping away those tears

your spirit rises up, far beyond your scars

and your strength resides deep within you 

with an unshakeable resolve that shall forever last


...the weakened men whose brute force is so macho and empty 

and that has always been in your face

are now nothing but specks of aging, obsolete rust

flitting past you, for you hold it all together

as you always have 

rising up firm and strong from being shoved into the dust


...you are a mother, a lover, a daughter, a wife, and a worker ... above all a worker you have been

tying the loose ends together time after time

always there 

yet unseen


...a woman you are 

of fibre 

of courage

of being the bedrock on which we trample 

on whose shoulders this world stands

as you continue to work ceaselessly on

with lines on your face

and with raw wounds on your hands

but...

now your time has come

and no longer will you silently bear

the jabs and taunts of men

for now you proudly declare

that a mother am I, a daughter too, a lover and a wife as well

and now the time has come for them to awaken

to the tolling a new bell


...a bell that tolls for you

for you have taken back the pride and dignity that they stripped off you for ages

for now theirs is a lost cause while your battle still defiantly rages

through cities and homes and villages 

and in town after nameless town

for now the bell has tolled

and the time has passed for you

to be ever
again
put down


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


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My Family and Me

It's amazing how quick things can change.
First your running with the kings, and then you're knocked out of range.
It's strange. I used to worry and stress over friends.
Now I've grown to be a man. Maybe know a few of them.
All that time I could of studied. Did better in school.
Got a job and made it big. Maybe now I'd be cool.
Who's the fool? Now who's the bull? I know that's not me on the top.
Life is always making turns weather you like it or not.
The past will always be the past. My glory days may seem gone.
But, now its time to start a new.The stories keep coming on.
I've got a new girl. She means the world to me.
She keeps me warm at night, my best friend, my new dream.
Since my car accident, still got a limp on one side.
Still working with my memory, still need a friend who can drive.
I love to Karaoke. I get noticed in bars.
My mom's always there to catch me. Tom's working with my mom's cars.
My sister's in the Army, my niece is a big part of my life,
Friend Zach keeps assholes off me, and God is my wife.
AJ's always there to help, Brian is my LOST bud,
Mary's out of school, Lil cousin, Hunter's a stud.
Grandpa still is my idol, JT is still the music man .
The Adam's still can party. Chris, living good on the sand.
I may only use one hand, but I plan to be the best.
At all I do in life, cause there's not that much time left.
The blood test that I took says Landon is mine.
I hope this all works out fine in time and help to make my son's life shine.
JC who's down in Georiga, my heart is screaming for you.
I hope that you recover well. It can't be worse then what I went through.
Uncle Jimmy where you at? Where's Matt, Corie, and Pete?
I know you all are doing good. Serviolo's are a hard team to beat.
How's the rest of the family? I love and miss you all!
I hope you all are standing tall and I pray we never fall.
These last words that I say, I say only to you.
We've got the best family in the world and you know I LOVE YOU!


Details | I do not know? | |

Wildfire legacy

Tensely polarized 
Fiercely alienated 

Furiously devoid of
Space and peace

By deeds unjust
By antics blatant

Short-changed
Shit-noshed    

Orphaned 
Offended 

From people
To pieces 

An equation 
Unbalanced

Sinister motives
Documented

Grand strategies
Visible mirrors

To annihilate
To assimilate 

Partisan practices 
Warped policies 

Of can’t pilot 
Be passengers 
  
 
Lost trust
Lacks shine

Lost lives
Eternal

Galvanise 
Demonise 

Keep on to 
Put down  

Till one sees
The snake’s

Nude red 
Buttocks!   


Details | Free verse | |

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. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Just A Little Talk With Jesus

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


Details | Free verse | |

A long walk home

As stranger to all he was known
 A man with a hidden past
 A long walk home

 He traveled many a mile
 A rugged man he became

 Across the land he wondered
 Searching for his soul to find
 Forgetting his very own name
 Only companion his thoughts

 Witness to a tender sight
 a Father and son Moment
 Taking his heart back
 to where he belongs

 Without his old troubles
 It's time for him to go home
 Follow the train tracks 
 into the glowing light

 With awareness  he conceives
 The roads that he traveled
 Was nothing more
 Then a long walk home

 Nalanti Goosen©2012 
 All rights reserved


Details | Sonnet | |

Super Sonic Sonnet

            Super Sonic Sonnet

Complete are my lover’s thoughts in dark brier                 
With airs of aristocracy’s sweet critique
Her mind takes flight, a supersonic liar   
Smiles warmth wears deceit like a prize unique

What grows outside your lovely courtyard facade?
Quadrangular, fortified thick gray walls 
Hubris, incongruous, flourishing macabre 
Infamous fragile beauty flaws, that’s all

Speeding to the grave, your love is there, dead 
Daughters take the splendor, learn mother’s ways
Build other fortresses, stronger, to life’s dread
Days go by, to ponder the doomed accolades 

Destinations for lovers and daughters pass
Become the past without wealth that never lasts


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


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The Freeing

Shining trail of buried light
come forth and shed your skin. 
For at third glance one cannot view
the jealous shadow’s muse.

Force, not dread, will be your aid 
in summoning a change of hue.
Shining trail of guiding light,
I’m pleased to have now met you.


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Glow

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

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

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

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

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

Life has given me Suki.


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I Was Invited To Church To Watch A Video

I Was Invited To Church…

I was invited to church to watch a video presentation.
I was told this would improve my “relations.”

I went and watched the video that was presented.
The host did a good job and was to be “commended.”

I thought about this video and some of the other things.
I wondered, “how much value to me 
does this really bring?”

If it was a video that I wanted, I could just buy one.
Why should I come to church to just try some?

I thought church was meant to be a house of prayer.
Now, it seems like on one really cares?

It seems like God’s holy word has been “substituted.”
By man’s way of thinking that’s often “instituted.”

Where is the holy awesome presence of God in all of this?
Is it his presence and power that we truly miss?

The power of Christ can do more than “man’s presentations.”
We need to look to Jesus, and not
 “man’s manifestations!”

Let’s get rid of the videos and seminars 
and seek God’s throne!
Let’s look to spend time with God.  
And HIM alone!

Let’s get back to the power of God that is very real!
Not just go by “how good we may feel!”

God’s presence can do more in a minute of time…
More than all of the theology that’s in your mind!

Christ rewards all who diligently seek him!
It’s about time that we all humbly come to him?

Let’s seek the Lord while he may be found!
And spread the good news of Jesus
 all over town!

By Jim Pemberton


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DREADS

Maybe I'm just a fool in the rain, 
Hopeless enough to see what you say. 
Or maybe I'll just fly through the sky, 
Never a dreamer or wonderin' why.

                   Martin “Dreadlock” Tarback, 1969-2009
                __________________________________________




I’d seen him, often, on the streets,
A white man with dreadlocks to his waist,
Eyes like fossils, almost opaque,
Hardened by time and circumstance,
And we looked through each other.

His dismissal was pardonable,
While mine was cowardly,
Based on a collusion of illusion,
A revealing trepidation of a simple mask.

His clothes were beyond tattered, 
Held together with duct tape and doggedness,
There on sidewalks he would lie, 
Like gum, faded cigarette butts or the dreams 
He tried to hold, but that long escaped
With reason, trust and a home address.

I confess, though I was not indifferent,
My thoughts of him were not kind.
He never begged for money, nor said a
Word to me for my gaze would drop, 
I’d hope he’d remain silent, thinking
That he’d vocalize my prejudice.

I give to others, Dear Old Bob, who
Stands and plays a tattered guitar on corners,
Strumming the same tune, no matter what
The song, those yellowed, pruned fingers moving
Slowly as he smiles, disguising a plucky despair,
He: the modern hobo, harmless, safe.

But to ‘Dread’,  I gave nothing,
Not even the simple acknowledgement of 
His humanity, a real smile.

He died. I read his obit. Cancer, it said. 

There it was in bold print, 
My inertness was the true madness.

It read:

Martin Tarback, A gentle giant, loved by the police 
Who’d encountered him on their beats, 
For when someone took the time to talk to him, 
His words were soft, regal, brotherly,
Full of concern for his fellow man,
Something the rest of us lack...

It continued….

Friend of the front line workers for the homeless, 
The heroic advocates for the mentally ill. 
He was a caring man, living life on his terms,
And accepting care from the community,
But only when the voices let him.

He volunteered with the police, 
Assisting with sensitivity training,
Providing a point of reference, 
A view so few understand.

Martin, Dread, I apologize.
I should have attended,
Became your student,
Silenced my apprehension,
And just once met your gaze,
Nodded my head, on those 
Endless, cloudy days.


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Who Said You Could Touch Me?

You come up to me, and look like a complete mess.
Now I can see, why I could care less.
So many problems, in our little ordeal.
Listen to my whims, and your mouth should forever seal.
You come up and give me a hug, don't you get my hint?
I dismiss you with a shrug, remember how are talk went?
I don't know who you are, so just leave me alone.
You're the weirdest by far, wish I would've known.
I watch as you stare, oh how I'm coy.
Is there something you want to share, you scary young boy?
You try to grab my hand, as I walk on by.
That's all I can stand, time to make you cry!
Who said you could touch me, I don't think so.
You'll feel me calamity, if you don't go.
Just go away, don't turn around.
Hear as I say, you better be homeward bound.
Don't try to rub my shoulder, don't even speak.
My heart grows even colder, as my rage tops its peak.
Let history repeat, one too many times.
My fist and your face meet, just to explain my rhymes.
What a day, for me to laugh in your face.
To your dismay, our past will now erase.
Don't come closer I warn, to you I promise.
It's you I scorn, soon I'll get my wish.
Keep away from me, get your hands off now.
Leave me be, your voice I'll not allow.
Now you will see, why you were warned.
Is it such clarity, that you are now forlorned?
No one can tell, how I'm gonna get it done.
But know sure as hell, you better run.
Wake up from your dream, as I shatter your self esteem.
Open your eyes, now it's time to realize.
I hate how you always have to criticize, so I'll knock you down a size...


Details | Verse | |

Dislocated Impostors

They are not being marginalized again;
impostors disguising with bleached faces,
noses made up to fit up to other races,
hair fried and stretched in beautiful shame,
and tongues twisted and roasted in cultural chains - 
Distinguished eye-sores of social disdain,
and heads bowed awkwardly in intellectual refrain.

Yes, we are the they;
the dislocated impostors,
the dying survivors,
the iron rusting at bay:

We are not being marginalized again,
else it would have now been the right time
to compose a cry
again, or a lamentation to be sung by a frightened race.

No, it’s not as you may think. No!
It’s not a harsh tone,
you should know.
For to change is like to crack a bone,
something like doing a deep probe.

And with apologies I could say again,
we are the dislocated impostors,
and it won’t be an insult or rail,
since I’m part of the they,
and I can’t insult myself, no gain.
And now is not the time of composing a cry or izobo
but the time of composing a koboko
to probe deep into our bones
and force the phobia of our culture-sense to die
to avail us of the dwarf-walking self and pride.

We need such, if you like, call it necessary insults
to repent and make necessary u-turns
and produce tides-turning results,
to escape the irreparable black-burns
of a trans-generational insult:
If you don’t produce results, you can’t refuse insults.

Yes, we are the dislocated impostors
disguising around with bleached faces,
hair fried and stretched in beautiful shame,
tongues twisted and roasted in cultural chains,
heads bowed awkwardly in intellectual refrain – 
elites with bastard successors.
 
Bastardy provoking as it comes, let’s close our eyes
to swallow this only medicine-hope of the painful taste
of what we’ve made of ourselves – 
Dislocated impostors;
a foul-odor name far from chaste,
well-earned reputation far from wise,
a history not worthy of bookshelves – 
Rock-bottom cultural impostors.

and now we’ve abandoned ourselves
at the middle of nowhere,
freaks of foreign stuffs,
dislocated yet puffed up,
but baseless,
gasping for air,
like a fish cast out of water.

And every day we go to worship
at church or
at mosque,
or at juju shrine,
but to seek answers that won’t stress us,
that would massage us,
pet us,
and lacerate us.

Not the answers that God would give,
that would exercise us.
But that which will make us feel comfortable
at the status-quot.

And as we strut back home
and see our family roofs leaking,
our family walls riddled,
our family fences cracked,
our family barns plundered
because we abandoned our cultural habitat,
and gasp helplessly in foreign habitat,
lost at the middle of nowhere,
then our neighbors point at the collapse,
but we shake our heads,
not because we know not what to do
but that we do not what we know
and know not what we are.

Hence we live in the baseless world called momentary,
enjoying away in the microcosm called survival,
far-removed from the promise called success,
like social bastards,
economic outcasts,
cultural miss-match,
intellectual down-casts
and political impostors.

And we were told
“look, your house is crumbling!”
We said,
“but we can still manage to eat, drink and feast.”
And lied,
“besides, God says it’s well with us.”


izobo : a Nigerian word for sacrifices at roadsides, river sides e.t.c to appease   the gods or to cast a spell.

koboko : a Nigerian word for a long whip made of leather/ the tail of an animal.

juju : a nigerian word for an idol.


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Subjected to Frost

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

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

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

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


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Flower Child's Lament

a “flower child” danced through life so many years ago cares were lost when she took a “toke” and “passed the pipe” around feeling “way cool” wishes for “peace” and “luv” she gave freely but “pigs” were her enemies even “flower power” couldn’t help her rise above the brutal force used on students at Kent State “Four dead in Ohio” became her mantra when the National Guard surrounded her campus fallout from Kent State spread nationwide “Gimme Shelter” from the storm at home while “Charlie” was pursued by draftees Vietnam, a place she had never seen, but the flower child’s spirit suffered each time a son or father was “sent home in a box” she wanted all to “live long and prosper” in a fantasy world where love bloomed like “Strawberry Fields” but the “flower child’s” petals fell as she grew older it was time to “get real” after all
*Entry for Craig Cornish’s “Talk That Way” contest. By Carolyn Devonshire about life in the 1970s


Details | Haiku | |

Study


Studyourlife


Details | Blank verse | |

We Are Friends

Like coincidence,
We are a wonderful incidence.
We are friends who always meet again.
 
With a treasury of memories
We always were friends with ease.
Always remember you and me, please.
 
Like eminence,
We are of significance.
We are friends in resonance.
 
Through this book of time
We always are friends with prime.
Always look back at our good times.
 
Like prominence,
We are to each other of relevance.
We are friends by providence.
 
Alongside this road of endeavour
We always will be friends forever.
Always think of one another.
 
Like diligence,
We always together advance.
We always star in life's dance. 
 
This I promise you,
We are friends thick and through.
We are friends so true.


Details | Narrative | |

The Manuscript of Time

How much is time worth? Is the cost of opportunity beneficial? Compared to the time spent on a single affair. Are your achievements worth the hours wasted? Or your failures moments of clarity; something to have learned? Time is a fire and before long, you get burned. How you recover, is truly the answer in which your past regrets are your present woes and your future attempts are blind to the eye of happiness that remains closed. Is time your friend? Is it your foe? How many minutes have you given away? In turn, how many seconds have you received? By another courteous enough to spend the energy to give you the time of your life. Time, I deduce, is a waste of...i regress. For time has been no brother's keeper. It has transformed beauty to an unpleasant event. An open eye sore, vision-less. You get what you desire, eventually, in time. So, if time is all we have shouldn't my desires be mine? As I sleep I lose time; as I stand idle I lose the drive gasless in this vehicle of depression understanding time doesn't heal all wounds. Time cannot be gained nor inherited from a father that isn't of my timeline. He's your immortal enemy armored with an infinite spirit. We spend our time wasting time, losing track of and then wonder where it went. In due time, maybe so. Looking back over time of years ago. 


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WE CAN DO MORE: to fight that sin called greed

The economic injustice, the social injustice has made the workers upset
when the corporations and their CEOs treat them with little or no respect
the CEOs make more in one day than in a year of what the average employee earns
but instead of any giving benefits their backs to them are turned
it's the disproportionate dispersion of the profits that the companies make
where the employees get less than 10% and the CEOs get the bigger take
instead of spreading the wealth the situation has gotten worse
the economic divide has gotten wide and the rich get the majority of the purse

The social injustice towards the workers what the companies are now trying to do
is to strip them of what little they have got and not give them what they are due
to take away or reduce their pensions, to cut into or cut off their healthcare
to reduce salaries and cause many to now seek public assistance and welfare
how hard-hearted are those CEOs? how much money is enough?
how selfish are those individuals who want more and more stuff?
how many cars can one drive and how many yachts does one need?
how many houses do you have to acquire to satisfy that sin called greed?
I don't know about you America but I see the writing on the wall
if the workers don't unite and put up a fight the labors unions will eventually fall
we can no longer sit back in complacency it's time for 32BJ to now lead
by organizing so that the workforce will no longer financially bleed
we can no longer say I got mines and you need to get yours
it's time for us to unite because together we can do more

we can do more to bring non-union workers in
we can do more by having relationals and making friends
we can do more by spreading the union's ideals and goals
and showing the workers how to organize and thus take control
we can do more to counteract that corporate sin called greed
by becoming more involved and showing others how to succeed
we can do more to make the union movement grow
by taking our fight public so that everyone will know
of the abuse and mistreatment that the workers endure
we can do better and we sure as hell can do more

now it's time for us to practice what we preach
to make a committment as leaders by going out to reach
as many of our co-workers as we possibly can
as we can do more if together we now stand
we can do more to battle that sin called greed
by organizing, uniting and by example to now lead
so step up to the plate and take your position
now ready to stand up and fulfill 32BJ's mission


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


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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


Details | Carpe Diem | |

STOP THE INSANITY: It'sTime to Go All In

it's come to our attention and the people need to see
that now is the time to stop this economic inequality
the rich are getting richer while the poor are getting less
but my question is "how did we allow all of this to progress?"

deregulation, less overseeing and smaller government they desire to see
but it's really about keeping the 99% in a state of poverty
it's time to stop the insanity and finally realize 
that a minimum wage job is not much of a prize

now is the time to band together, to unionize and start setting goals
to stop the Right-wingers and Tea Party clan from gaining more control
so let's organize, let's unite, let's work together as one
for there is strength in numbers that's more powerful than a gun
the American dream is being murdered by the 1% elite
it's time to stop the bleeding before economic death is complete

it's time to lead, it's time to fight, it's time to go all in
the battle might be long but we will prevail in the end
it's time to stop the insanity by going all in and taking a stand
so let's lead, unite and unionize every worker in this land


Details | Free verse | |

Suki

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

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

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

Suki.





Details | I do not know? | |

About Years

About a year
to clear out the fear
of lying
down under the resounding thunder

About time
that I see the crimes
or find the time
to think

About time

I have seen the dream
and felt the pelt
of half wit help and fall down

gravitational pull
the wool over the eyes
and fall down lies
about time to stop the lies

About time to see the tears
ripped without peers
and flapping like listenings
that belong to queers

About hope
I don't mesh with rope
or grope for slopes
that take me down

Around time

I saw the lines
that fled through shrines
and didn't believe
that in time
I might be fine


Details | Rhyme | |

Too Many Churches Are Becoming Political

Too Many Churches Are Becoming Political…

Have you noticed?  This may seem to be “heretical.”
As more churches are becoming too “political”

What in the world are churches doing “for heaven’s sake.”
Do many in churches think about what’s at stake?

We’re to be the body of Christ with fellow believers.
Have we become like the “doormat sweepers?”

Rather than making Godly decisions and choices.
Too many in church listen to “outside voices.”

The politics of the day seem to “sweep the moment.”
Godly principles often take a “postponement.”

When churches govern by man’s “set of rules.”
The building has then become “a bunch of fools!”

Christ is coming for a church “washed in the blood of the lamb.”
The importance of Godly living… Many don’t understand!

A message of holiness and repentance need to be heard!
A deep passion and love for Christ is seldom stirred!

As many seek after their own doctrine and denomination...
Much of what’s happening has become an abomination!

It’s time to wake up and be filled with God’s awesome power!
Christ could come now!  This could be the hour!

It’s time for Churches to be a Godly influence!
Taking a stand for God’s word and making a difference!

“Unless the lord builds the house…  They labor in vain that build it.”
Christ must be the foundation!  
His presence must completely fill it!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

God Is Our Refuge In The Time Of Trouble

God Is Our Refuge (In The Time Of Trouble) God is our refuge and strength, in a time of trouble. He's there to pick me up... when I fall and stumble. I will not fear, though the whole earth be shaken. And the mountains be thrown into the ocean's deep basin. Though the waters roar, and the trees shake with fear; I am never alone.... for God is always near.. There is a river, whose streams bring forth gladness. God is in it's midst and brings true happiness. Let the heathen rage... and the whole earth melt too. The Lord of hosts is with us, and shall protect YOU! Behold his works... and see what he has made. He has caused wars to cease... & destroyed weapons displayed. Be still... He is God and is exalted to glory up on high. He is our protector. He is El-Shadaii! The Lord of hosts is with us... all of heaven does proclam. The awesome power and glory there is... in HIS majestic name! By Jim Pemberton Psalm Ch. 46


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God Calms The Raging Waters


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


Details | Free verse | |

Circling

Two young ones brought together into an orbit left to spin.
They fought recklessly forever wanting to be right and to win.
Two young children growing up secretly holding in the night.
While every one knew they circled endlessly in their plight.
Never leaving orbit like sharks they did swim.
Both fighting the attraction, while waiting for it to end.
They left, came back, and left, forever, yet again.
With time they slowly grew up, held tight in the spin.
Then one finally woke up and knew his way that day.
Stopping the childish games, he found he couldn’t circle and stay.
Finally, he left the circle and went to her straight away.
But his frustrations made him bite the other badly as he walked away.
Then he left vowing to never come back to this bend.
But the wind breathed ” Go Back. Go Back. Don’t let her get away again.”
“Go back. Go back. You must make her yours today.”
But she was still caught in the spin and the same old ways.
But her circle now looked to others to add to the spin.
So he sat down to wait as her circle went on again.
But the spin didn’t include him as number one any more.
He knew any moment the circle would lose it’s hold and there would be dawn.
When she realized he’d stopped spinning, and was trying to hold her close.
They would be together if they learned to dance this time back and forth.
They would be together if her, he could quietly hold.
It would take more than presents, only patience and a heart of love and gold.
She would have to forgive, to make things right again.
But his leaving words had quite a bite, and held them still apart.
So they went back to spinning as he slowly sought her heart.
The one he had broken and so deeply torn apart.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Springtime Dawn

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

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

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

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



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what christmas means to you

 Even though at this time of year it is supposed
to be a time forpeace and goodwill with happiness
and goodcheer is that really
something we see clear.

People may do their best to forget the troubled
times with their pain and distress,
to join in the festive fun and enjoy the
dinner well-done.

Should it be just once a year that we
make a special time to share with
our loved ones so dear.
Ofcourse we can do this through-out the year
make it a time to get together and build
on our relationships with others as we
strenghthen the bonds with sisters,Fathers
Brothers and our Mothers.

December 25th is not the birth of Christ it
is just a Mere Myth so why people 
celebrate this certain date is something
for others to think and contemplate.


Times are increasingly more difficult and
understandingly we want to enjoy ourselves
only natrual but this season seems to give
people an excuse in which they reason 
to over-eat, and drink to excess to
 drown their sorrows they express
as the Special day ends their lives return
back to normal tomorrow. 

It can be a lonely time for many in this
December month as some are alone
during this holiday and that can be
sad for some while it seems the rest of the world
 are having a goodtime and lots of fun.

There are many through-out the world who
are still suffering  from lack of food and sanitation
no water which causes severe de-hydration don't
you think it is only right to spare a thought for such
ones going through a terrible time of starvation it kills
slowly and affects many atribe and nation.

Thousands may donate to these ones to give hope
they can revive many in order to help them
survive, but many loose their battle as it is
too great to cure as so many struggle to 
endure the distress of hunger pangs .

The moral of this poem is to encourage people
to think of the world and not just for a split second then
blink. Take time to count your blessings and be
thankful for what we have and also about the peace
and security we wish to possess in the world will
we really see a world full of peace well 
in the Bible it gives us a promise and hope
that soon God is going to take action and intervene
in human affairs and this will be our release, to prove to us that he deeply
and truly cares and that is a promise bestowed
to us beyond comapare. 
It gives much comfortto know there is a brighter
future for all who wish to take 
lifes water free God will do this
a promise we will soon see.


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DOES CHANGE CHANGE?

DOES CHANGE CHANGE?
For history is wont to repeat itself
Ever reneging, constant turning on the hinges
For the old in nature’s obeisance 
Enter oblivious existence
That the present may succeed the past
For things now visible and feasible
Were once formless vision, thoughts and whispered words

Does change change?
Will there be housing unit or tourist centre in the moon?
Will a white smoke produce a black pope
Will monarchy be separated from British democracy
Will Christian and Muslim find a common ground?

For the present order and scheme
Were the  embryonic idea in the belly of the past
For just above some 1oo years ago
Popular commerce was the transatlantic slave trade
The equivalent of 21st century crude oil and narcotics 
Long before Wilberforce crossed Hull’s bridge

Does change change?
Will terrorism go the way of the dead and forgotten
Will Palestine find Stately peace?
Will Osama  ever find the salaam in Islam
Will Hamas and Zionists find a common factor of human race

For barely 15 years ago
Apartheid’s spectre stood stoically in South Africa
The Black now reign where they once toiled like lesser  humans
For small-pox once held terror court 
Near and far, leaving more casualties than wars
Dreaded like its 21st century incarnation –HIV
Less than 50 years ago
Black lived as slaves  in sugarcane plantations across US
Now US first family is full blooded black
Does change change?
Will HIV become a mere word of old English
Will guns and nuclear weapons
Enrich and adorn our museum in 25 years now
Would Iran be rich in Uranium or people?
Will peace find a permanent seat in security council?

 For it was Kings and Princes some time before
Reigned over lesser mortals as Lords and Masters 
of the known world called empires and kingdoms 
Now the emerging relics of our collective past
Wall-posters of where we have been, and regal tourist attractions
Government houses now in place of kingly courts; parliaments for palaces

Does change change?
Will semantics of poverty change to… say… property or plenty?
Will there be equality of the classes
Will woman truly be equal to man
Will there come a time when the day will nor break?
Will science conquer death?

Some time ago
Women were best house-keeping, voteless second class citizens

15th Saturday October 2009. 


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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



Details | I do not know? | |

Four Shining Stars (Dedicated to The Blue Collar Workers)

There are many places in this world
where people tend to go,
to get a really good laugh
from a Great Comedy Show.

But My Friends I say to You
The Place to go is this,
Where you will hear The Famous Line,
"You Might be A Redneck If......."

Next on Stage there comes A Man,
and He Say's "Here's Your Sign",
He makes us laugh time and again,
He simply is Divine.

Then next We ROAR with laughter
From This Line, "GIT - R - DONE",
This Man is simply wonderful,
His Smile's Bright as The Sun.

Up Next there is a Gentleman
that fills Our Hearts with Glee,
He Says, "That Judge just TICKED ME OFF!!!
I was in the bar you see."

These four men are wonderful,
they ALL shine just like the sun,
they fill our homes with happiness,
with laughter and with fun.

And so My Friends I say to you
the next time you feel blue,
Just Think of these Four Shining Stars,
They'll bring A Smile to You.


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Another World

Where do we go when we go away?
And why is it that we have to leave?
What happened to Adam and to Eve?
Where is the greatest scale to weigh?
 
Where do we go when we want to stay?
What about this great big world weave?
What about you what do you believe?
So what dues do we have left to pay?
 
Why me?
Why you?
I can see?
You do to!
 
I think we’ve all been twirled,
All the way into another world!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Romanticism | |

a day to be mindful of

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


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A Secretarial Promise

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

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

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


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Diversity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

human.


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I Wish God's Best For YOU


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


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Does Anyone Pray Anymore

Does Anyone Pray Anymore??? Many times I wonder if anyone cares… When it comes to the matter of prayer. As we daily face an evil and wicked tide. It seems like many people “run and hide.” A “moment of silence,” is “today’s theme.” But, does this silence really mean anything? When it comes to prayer… Are many ashamed? To bow their head and call on God’s name? More and more this is, what I’m seeing. Blessings from God… Fewer are receiving! Talking with God… You needn’t be afraid! There’s been a lot people who’ve prayed! During these uncertain time we all face. We need to seek God’s love, mercy and grace! Having time with God, is a good place to start. Simply tell him… Whatever’s on your heart! Praying to God will bless you! In all you endeavor! God is the same God… Today and forever! His faithfulness and love, will never disappoint you! Won’t you allow him to wrap his arms around you? By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Spider's Web

So here I am again
in redundancy I'll say hello
living life behind this screen
dreaming of a world most obscene

I wait, eager for response
Clicking refresh once more
My world inside a spider's web
in this fantasy I'm still no celeb

I can hear the sound of keystrokes
breaking the silence of a lost voice
Speaking only in the form of text
This part of me the world rejects

I'm at wits end words falling loose
and landing upon so bright a screen
breaking away the ever growing darkness
as my existence fades into evanescence

I'll take only this brief moment here
and wish those of you I remember farewell
For as this night descends to black
It is time that my real life is taken back


 


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Our politicians

Our Politicians
They speak like politicians
And hold a great ambition.
They think they are right
And same speech they recite.
They always gather for a bite
Deciding who should start the fight.
All have their own stations
To be the victims of cremation.
They gather their own crowd
Who cheer and clap to any sound.
They think they are right
Only here for a bite.
They speak like Aristo
And act like Montecristo!
They smoke big cigars
And all drive tinted cars.
They dress in glitter
And all have Twitter.
They act so polite
But hardly can write.
Always in action
Only during the election.
To make a collection
Or a connection.
O What a time you feel like 
Committing a crime.

For a brief background about this poem, pls, read the poem (Beirut).


Details | Rhyme | |

Morning Motivation

Here and there life is everywhere 

Listen the noise what the birds are making there

Just open your visions and set the missions

Feel near as happiness here


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Balance Within

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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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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On My Farewell

I bid Adieu!
To the time I first entered your premises and felt the warmth around
To those positive vibes I had, those vibes so profound
To all that belongs to you, to the entire cast and crew
I bid Adieu
To the dawn of my career in your company 
To the very first project handled by me
To the first ‘WOW’ I received from you
I bid Adieu!
To my first combat with your people on the floor
To all those bittersweet memories kept in store
To your care for me and my care for you
I bid Adieu!
To the tea break, lunch break and all time meant for gossip’s sake
To those pizzas, coffee mugs and birthday cakes
To a blissful home turned into merciless zoo
I bid Adieu
To those memories on the floor I shared with my guy
To some of those making me smile and some making me cry
To the lovely time when my heart concocted the brew
I bid Adieu!
To the time sincere tears rolled down my eyes
To every place where the lingering sound of my laughter lies
To all my people under your roof, left anyways so few
I bid Adieu!


Details | I do not know? | |

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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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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My Traveled Approach

I trek the corridor of an easy path
Not because I am lazy or leery.
Just because I want no lingering wrath,
I searched for meaning of life’s query.

Death has its end or a new beginning.
Life has so much joy for you to give.
Each New Year is another inning.
To be played with the spirit to live.

We spend so much time wondering.
What will be received at our end?
That time we end up blundering.
That so much more we could send.

I have settled that what I have learned.
Will be carried onward in some way,
Probably better than what I have yearned.
That each life of past, will continue an array.

I cannot with any doubt, feel there is a beyond.
The road less traveled is not easy or hard you see.
Just spreads out in different lanes that correspond.
To everyone’s path they must follow or foresee.

These trials I have passed on my thoroughfare.
My faults, tribulations, delights, my own making,
My spirit and soul has always been duly aware.
I regret much, but resist spending my end quaking.

Each sin that has passed through me I put to rest.
I struggle not to repeat any again, to my best.
I still ponder much and still continue my quest.
Though I shall not let my living be suppressed.


written for
Sponsor Catie Lindsey 
Contest Name The Road Less Traveled 


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Going Through The Trials Of Life

The hardships in life
you must endure.
If your faith in Christ
is to be sure.
It’s easy “to give up.”
Anyone can do it!
The challenge is to “trust Jesus
to see you through it!”


Living for Jesus 
“is more than just talk.”
Adversity will challenge your
faith and walk.
Trusting Jesus will end all 
complainin’ and cursin’.
And will make you more of a
Christ-like person!

You’ll have strength, courage
and a desire to win.
Knowing that Jesus will meet
your need again and again!
Your faith and love for God
will grow to be strong,
knowing that “in the arms of Jesus
you surely belong!”


By Jim Pemberton
2007


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Artificial Intelligence

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

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

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

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

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


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I Hate Hoodrats

I hate hoodrats,
To me they are no match.
I hate them with the passion.
I always prayed in the hood,
As a child, that when I got
Grown I would go buck wild
Beating anyone their backend mass,
Because they are low class,
They make sure that the strong,
Black family existence is a thing 
Of the past. I hate their food stamp
Selling, never excelling, treacherous
Trashy tails. They are sell-outs,
Because they let the government
Bail them out and enslave them,
Our men, and beautiful children
They are hindering progress of the future.
I wish that there were sharp-shooters,
That would zap all of them in the back of,
Their red, orange, purple, and blue hair.
They walk around without a care,
In the world. They are lost souls.
Sold out to Satan wrecking the Black nation.
They cause other strong Black women from
The hood that have a little success, a whole
Life of professional distress. I hope one day one
Hoodrat would understand, that they are part
Of Satan’s plan to rob, kill, and destroy, all
Of the little black girls and boys, and most 
Of all killing the men, while causing who to win?
Satan. One day I will get enough Godly strength
To pray for them instead of physically slapping the
Hell out of them. I through prayer will slam Satan’s 
Silliness out of them, but for right now as I work the
Plow and get enough knowhow. Just shame, shame , 
Shame, shame, on all of the hoodrats’ hellified names.



Defend the poor and fatherless: do justice to the afflicted and needy. Deliver the poor and 
needy: rid them out of the hand of the wicked." Though this seems to be directed at other 
gods, it is good advice for humans as well. Psalm 82:3-4

Wealth obtained by fraud dwindles, but the one who gathers by labor increases it. Proverbs 
13:11


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Nature and Humanity

Effervescent dreams
Flow down upon mother’s plate
Chilled by destined fall 
A time always remembered
Appearing third time of year

Season of life fades
Human apertures grow weak
Though, knowledge is strong
Love holds different stages
Bonding affections with key

Combined all blessings
Unfold into beauty bold
Each respect enriched
Of their returning faction
Crossing over great divide

To rapture rebirth
Forming times readmission
Natural recourse
Within nature is beauty
Returning humanity


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To My Dad On This Father's Day

Lord, during this Father's day, I’m so glad…
For giving to me such a special dad!

He’s been very thoughtful and kind!
Fathers like him are very hard to find!

I remember growing up with my brothers…
He was special to us, like “no other!”

As a young boy, he taught me God’s ways.
And I’ve kept it throughout my days!

I’ve often sought his advice and counsel…
Especially when life 
was looking “awful!”

He was there to give support
 the best he could...
Trying to help the best way
 he understood.

I suppose now that I’m growing old…
I’m remembering more things that my dad told!

“My father is one in a million.”
 Is what I believe.!
Many blessing from him
 I have received!

May the blessings of God daily surround him!
I’m so thankful that my mother found him!

Thank you Lord for giving to me a dad like this!
May his days ahead be happy
 and blessed!

By Jim Pemberton


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As We LookThrough Time

As We Look Through Time…

As we look through time, and the kingdoms that failed…
There was much war and wickedness that prevailed!

That there were many things built through my labor.
Mankind can’t still get along with his neighbor.

Even the mightiest of the warriors have fallen!
That day when the winds of death came callin’!

There’s been much heartaches, and many who’ve cried…
As we have all family and loved ones who’ve died!

In spite of all our efforts…  And all we’ve done.
There’s nothing new that happens,
 “under the sun.”

There’s a God in heaven who still reigns supreme.
He know all about us.  He knows
 and sees everything!

Time was divided with Jesus’ death on the cross!
Without him…  Everything is meaningless and lost!

He provides time with hope and an anticipation…
And offers freely, his grace and salvation!

As we look through time, and all God has given.
He still gives us time, for our sins to be forgiven!

Won’t you take time and accept 
what he offers to give you!
He’s waiting! And wants to change and bless you!

This same God, who made this world many years ago,
Can make you brand new!  
And completely whole!

By Jim Pemberton   11/08/12


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Merry Christmas to All

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

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


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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


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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


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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.


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Sourtoe Martini

Sourtoe Martini

The newest trend in cocktails?
Severed human toes!
It’s the latest thing in the Yukon
Not that everybody knows
But now that the Wall Street Journal
Has given it some class
The Sourtoe martini
Is in every other glass
It started forty years ago
In the Yukon territory
Captain “River Rat” Stevenson
Likes to tell the story
He found a severed big toe
Preserved in a pickle jar
And rather than just throw it out
Thought he’d serve it at his bar
For this drink would show their macho
This drink would show their nerve
So he dropped it in a champagne glass
In a drink that he would serve
The rule of the Sourtoe
The toe must touch your lips
It’s not a drink you just chug down
It’s best taken in small sips
While it may sound unsanitary
The toes are pickled first for months
In medically approved alcohol
That the patron then confronts
You can order it any time you like
At the Sourdough Saloon
But you won’t find me at the bar
At least any time real soon
For I am not a drinker
Ask anyone who knows
For alcohol and I don’t mix
And I don’t kiss stranger’s toes

Mdailey	11/6/12


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I'LL SMILE 4 U

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

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

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

JUNE ‘06
B.K.M.jr


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CHANGE IS NEEDED

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


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The Love of Quiet Awakens Me

In the middle of the night, my eyes open wide!
Warm and cozy, my husband sleeps by my side.
Not a person is rushing; I hear myself sigh.
Some say it is a sleep disorder, but not I…

Up on my feet as my eyes start to blink,
I run to the potty then, grab a quick drink.
Relieved and refreshed, I do not go back to bed.
Out to the sun-room I rush instead.

There in the quiet I sit undisturbed.
Not one complaint; no one acting absurd.
My thoughts become clear, not one idea muddled.
No television roaring or football team huddled.

I sit all alone at my computer in silence
Pondering poetry and thinking of science –
It happens that way, a noiseless delight.
Crickets are singing in the middle of the night.

When all of a sudden what should I hear?
The alarm going off; time to get up, my dear!
The children all snuggled before time for school.
I turn off the clock and start the day's whirlpool.

© October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


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Men of November 1963 - 2008

Today, forty-five years ago, we heaved
this weight to our shoulders,
not seeing, knowing its complete meaning,
yet beckoning to ask why not?
 
You are now asked to carry this light's great intent:
to find, explore the fiber and nerve of essential need.
Define ways, delicate means.
Yes, leverage our dexterous technology,
whose logic claims bold, deft plans.
 
You are the leader, who my very own son,
on a cold winter night, on his campus,
not two years before --
yes, you had sent his eyes aglow, with goose bumps
dancing on his tender pale skin;
he'd gulp hope like he'd feast
on his mom's mashed potatoes ...
 
Now, we will bring you more, my captain -
you have engaged the imagination
of the whole world watching, one in whom
places informed hope, forged in the school
of knocked about and down and not quite up again.
But surely not out. Not us. Not now.
 
And, now together, our first step.
 
 
 
COPYRIGHT 12/23/2008


Details | I do not know? | |

Ageing

It is now the end of your life
Your life was filled with wonder and happiness
Your only wish is that it did not have to end
It is a peculiar thing aging
You start with almost no knowledge 
You leave with the knowledge that you can never understand everything.


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The Look On My Child's Face

The Look On My Child’s Face… Just yesterday I noticed a look of love on my child’s face. This happened in a most “ordinary place.” It was in our home...a place by God’s own design. I felt God speaking to my heart this particular time. I didn’t take any time to stop and realize, The look of love and innocence in my child’s eyes. “Am I being the kind of Dad God wants me to be?” “Am I being an example of Christ for my child to see?” Have I been demonstrating my God-given ability, teaching my kids God’s love, and responsibility? May a Christ-like life in my kids be clearly seen and understood, As one day they will grow into adulthood. I hope that one day my Children will say: “I want to be like my Dad- every single day!” By Jim Pemberton


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Drinkin Buddies

Pour a shot for me, pour a shot for you.
Swallow down, so quick is the liqueur.
You recoil in pleasure, it tastes good.
Set it up again, time to put up another two.

You think about forgetting the pain,
But your just making it all worse.
Slowly, slowly the picture gets dizzier,
Good judgement goes down the drain.

You love the crown, and he does his job,
Making you feel heavy then ultra light.
Words mind as well be backwards,
And all your thoughts, so many, he did rob.

You look at each other, sloppily thinking,
And you remember what you did forget.
Unsure if the other is feeling the same way.
Look away, wondering, both keep drinking.

F- it! You slow melt into the way it was.
Sooo goooood, but oh soooo baaaaadddd!
The restraint clock is over, time to give in,
You're already too far, no stop, no pause.

Tricky is the soundtrack, intense is the play.
Between are you two, crazy is this game.
Long, amazing, wishing it could last forever,
But you doubt it, you wake sober the next day. 

Was so much fun, and it was much shattering.
Again, you are so weak, you shake your head.
Your foolishness, your eyes drawn asunder.
But so much more then one night of smattering. 

You part, intense attraction you have to ignore,
But so comfortable and also so careless.
You try not look over you shoulder at the other.
Never again... Hell, till they put up two more.


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Read All About It

READ ALL ABOUT IT


Stories all of 100
years old
Bribery And
Blackmail
They have to be
retold

Definitions of words
have surely changed
as Kilts And Reefers
are now explained.

Two Kinds Of Success
stories
That Work Both Ways
Stealing From Cities
and the Faithful
Toby way

No Poison In The
Wallpaper
is History Rewritten
With A Humble Helper
and Powerful
Competition

Like a Scene In A
Play
The Counterpane Got
Smutty
He Raised The Bid
today
was a story so funny

Striking A Light was
crazy amazing
but Obeying The
Order became
disgracing

Drunk Pennies
Justice
is a true story
indeed
Like A Woodpecker’s
Justice
and Another Pair Of
Sleeves

Wakening In The
Forest
while Lost In The
Fog
and a Costly
Breakfast
for you and your dog

We learn of
Unreasonable Anger
and How Best To
Prepare
The story of Tree
Planters
and Village Gossip
between pairs

Stories of over a
hundred years
Let us watch them
all right here
With many bringing
you to tears
Taking you back
through the years



By:
Doris Anne Beaulieu
At:
https://www.youtube.com/user/Viewwithme2






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I Think About A Time I Once Loved God

I Think About A time.... I think about a time, when I would take time to pray. I wanted to talk to God. Just about every day. I think about a time, when I had a Godly passion. Loving others for Christ was a deep compassion. I think about a time, when to church I went. Spending time with God, was time well spent. I think about a time when I would have many “dreams.” Desiring the best of life, whatever it brings. I think about a time when I reached my teenage years. I was “losing” some of the things I once held so dear. My thoughts about God and his word began to “unfold.” As my life was rejecting the things I was told. My life began to “spiral down” with no way out. I began to have doubts as to what everything was about. The relationship I once had with God began to devour. I no longer felt his love in my life. Things went sour! My life really was empty with no satisfaction within. As I became involved with so much sin. Then one night I cried out; “God... Can you please help me?” “I can’t do it without YOU!” “I need you desperately!” As I began to cry… I felt God’s presence all around. I once was lost and hopeless. But NOW I was FOUND! There were many things that God helped me to let go! He filled me with HIS love and brought peace to my soul! Won’t you allow God to be your life’s foundation? You too can receive his love and wondrous salvation! By Jim Pemberton


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This Fourth Of July


This 4th Of July To my fellow Americans, during this 4th of July. I have a thought.. . Here's why… When we salute our flag ever so grand. Our country's foundation is sinking in "quicksand." This is because. From God... We're way "off course." Driven by lust, greed and an "immorality force ." Our ungodly government continues to rule. Anything of God has been removed from the school. We hear of "separation of church and state." Anything of God... Many people seem to hate! America! Listen to what this message is about! Everything of God is slowly being taken out! We must return to Jesus!... He gives true freedom indeed!. The truth word of God’s . Our country must read! Living for God is worth the cost! Without HIM... America is forever lost! By Jim Pemberton


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Tomorrow

Little sister, please don’t fear,
It will only be one year.
You will go to school each day,
I just won’t be here to say “Hey”

My dear mama, please don’t cry,
I’ll be back soon, it’s ok.
Life at home will be the same,
Only I won’t be home late.

Daddy, daddy, lose the sorrow,
I will join the army tomorrow.
Today we’ll have to have some fun,
Celebrate the things we’ve done.

Honey, do not look so sad,
You’ll come to visit me with dad.
If you can, then do not cry,
Because all shall be alright.

Friends, don’t you sit there, hollow,
Come and laugh over tomorrow.
A little humor makes it better,
Makes it funny, like some beggar.


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Time Taker

Alarm clock, the scream begins the day.
Hurriedly I rush to shower and dress.
The car where I speed to fight my way.
The cell phone already crying in distress.
Elevator with the company’s display.
Email cluttered with today’s spamming mess.
Time saving, what they called them long ago.
Time taking is the only thing I know.


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Ages of Time

Who should ever know, ages of time forgotten last?
They should grab hold, for new is never first.
Gentle good memories fade, bad ones burst.
Ones life gathers things, flown from past.


We shelter time sold, wishing ahead so quick.
Instead should cherish, moments that quake.
Passing time more swiftly, a large mistake,
Days of week, foregone to weekends flick.

Each week, churns onward, toward months end.
No more justification, new does begin.
Each time we rush, our faces lose another grin.
Transfixing years that expedite, fleeting send.


Ages of time forgotten, who should ever know?
First, grab each day, for what it brings so new.
Burst free from bad, so they will fade too.
Gather from past, what is rich with glow.


Written for

Sponsor Barbara Gorelick 
Contest Name Once Upon A "Time 


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AS ESOTERIC AS SECRETS

Why should thoughts, ideas and dreams be
as esoteric as secrets?
Turn them into poetry,
and share them with the entire Humanity...
I have shared mine with all without ambiguity!


No fortress, stately rising into the vast skies,
can escape the battering storms so damageable, 
and not tumble down...to lay in ruins as others have;
here's your only chance to be immortal:
be a wide river which can withstand tides!


Why should a literary work
be as esoteric as secrets, to remind the worst humiliation?
Don't pass under the yoke for a defeat,
be daring, fearless, challenging and brief;
do lucky survivors ever submit their will to desperation? 


And should you be disheartened by a wrong choice?
Don't cuss fate or damn yourself for bumpy roads;
instead of complaining, look on the brighter side:
dare to make a difference with the gift of words...
by giving your dead language a more vibrant voice!


Verse: a metrical or rhymed composition as distinct from Prose: Poetry

Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci


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Flatline

Turning blind eyes
Toward the stark, bleak lights of tomorrow
Justice is blind! Justice is blind!
The only concern here is how to survive today
To get ahead of the game
Scarecrows in the cornfields
With guns in their drawers and hats lowered to cover their ideas
The Children of Now

Pop, Lock, And Drop it
Let the women rock the stilettos
And the men
         Throw 
                  The
                         Dices 

To overdose on the high of the hour
To choke on the richness sliding down their throats
In the form of Hipnotiq and Alleze
Cutting off the life supply to our souls 

Chop down the lifeline
                                Flat line on the monitor and make our mothers cry

Close the banks
Hide the money under beds
Apocalyptic lovers
Fumbling in futile attempts
To flip the
Rubbers
Bands in high intensity mode
Drumming away on our ears to make us L I S T E N

Let's play until the sun stops coming up
And our dreams never dwindle down

Tomorrow we could be six feet under
The contents of the hourglass
Forgetting that tomorrow is too late
And today is better then yesterday
                                        Bumpin' the lowriders on Sunday Afternoons on 6th Avenue
Cemented attempts, riddled bullet holes
Into our tombstones
Hip-Hop Nation
Revolutionized
Fathers don't understand the situation so 
                    Pull the plug
                             Chop down the lifeline
                                                           Flat line
                                                                     Flipping into
                                                                              Champange glasses


A toast
Raise the glasses and drink up


To us


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Broken Cookie Valentine


Broken Cookie Valentine
The problems that eye have is just connecting to my sweetheart.
The temporary glitches of the ethernet continue
to make problems go away and they will do so from the start.
Eye am not allowing anyone to bother me so that the memories so 
hard to do and time will not let me continue 
to be so angry at my ewe.
Eye need to have a better time but this is just what happened.
The cookie was in the shape of a valentine the thing was still unbroken 
and then the shape was gone after eye pulled it from 
the pocket of my jacket the thing was done 
but still eye saved it in a pocket to try to eat it later 
when the hunger from my daytime wanting has began 
so take all the interference and stuff it somewhere where
you can keep it because eye will not tolerate it in the 
beginnings of this day. 
There is no need to continue with the bother 
since the bother is not me
the damage does not interfere with the flavor 
or the taste of the cookie that eye like to call 
my Valentine 
and the thing is mostly sugar and my babay's kisses
are the same way so 
Sweet to me and then we have them iff
And then we have them then 
and then we have them again.


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The Bible Or the Consitution

The Constitution Or The Bible?

From our news, courts and government institutions,
We often hear about the U.S.. Constitution.

As many cry what is and isn’t “constitutional;.”
It’s a wonder how this country is till functional!

\As courts seek to remove the Bible and it’s commandments.
They look to the constitution for some kind of “enlightenment.”

The freedom of religion, which the early fathers taught.
Is now “freedom from religion” is what’s in many thoughts.

It’s almost like the courts “wave the magic wand.”
And then tell us the difference between “right and wrong.”

Many Godly principles have often been disregarded.
 God’s word in many homes, has often been discarded.

Without God in many lives. This has left an empty void.
As perversions of his word 
are taught and “enjoyed.”

It’s time to wake up America!  And begin to see!
It’s only God and his word that gives true liberty!

We’re quickly becoming a nation of bondage and sin.
As so many struggle with afflictions within!

We all need to let God’s word daily renew our mind!
Even though we’re busy…  We need to take the time!

God was here before the constitution was written!
It’s time to come to him!  Will our country listen???

Because of Jesus… There is no “man and God separation!”
The truth of his word is what’s needed in our nation!

By Jim Pemberton


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Why Should Your Feelings Matter To Me?

So, now, you are telling me your feelings.
But you expect my concern?

Did you consider my feelings?
Each and every single time that you afflicted me,
with your knit-picking first; with your rudeness;
with your discriminatory remarks,
and while you created and allowed a hostile environment
that included two co-workers?
Or while you abused and mistreated me,
and allowed your two 2nd in commands, and your daughter, to do the same?
     Did you consider my feelings?
     After I shared one personal feeling with you?
     Only for you to throw it in my face, 
     with another subject heading?
     After you were demeaning to me; After your inhumane treatment,
     and your continual ignoring all of my good ideas,
     and my concerns within vast areas of the job?
Did you consider my feelings?
When I tried to have open communication,
only for you to hurryingly pass it all by,
and to act as though the valuable topics and advice that I raised attention to,
that you caused to be turned into complaints,
were unnoteworthy, except for your retaliation?
     Did you consider my feelings?
     When you socioeconomically abused me?
     When you cut my needed hours many times?
     The first time causing me to default on payday loans,
     that I never should have had to get in the first place.
     Also causing me to get behind on rent,
     as you became an accomplice to the unlawful and inhumane eviction
     that they wouldn't allow me to go to court on?
Did you consider my feelings?
When you cut my needed hours again?
Lying about cutting out the lunch shift, that you would work yourself,
as you then, hypocritically, had four employees cramped in that space,
after cutting my hours to three hour shifts,
causing me to get burned...
Like you actually cared that you caused me pain.

Or did you consider my children's feelings?
As you snidely told me, "Just take care of yourself".
Ever? At all?
Not to mention all the wrongs that you committed against my children...

But you have the audacity to expect my concern now?!!
When you ignored every previous concern,
only to turn around and treat me like crap,
like my feelings don't matter to you?
     Obviously,
     you expect from others,
     what you are not willing to give in return.


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Sunblown

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


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Ae You Coming OUT Of The Closet

Are You “Coming Out Of” Or “Going Into” The Closet? Across this country, there’s more people “coming out of the closet.” Any sense of a Godly direction. They’ve seemed to have “lost it.” Often talking about their life. And are not ashamed… Often bringing dishonor to God's holy name. Perhaps “going back into the closet,” is where you need to be. And think for a minute….Where you’ll spend your eternity. God is still God. He is righteous but also holy and just. He asks all to give him our heart. Our obedience. And trust! Perhaps in the closet . A time of seeking God should be spent. A time to have fellowship... A time to repent. During this time, you can spend with God. And HIM alone. Asking him to bring peace, hope and love into your home. This closet can give you a “quiet time.” A time “to be still.” A time to seek God. And to do his will. May you allow your heart, toward HIM to be yielded and broken. And time to meditate on some of the words that he’s spoken. If it’s the closet that you truly want to come out. You can tell everyone: ”Jesus IS what life is about!” Allow HIM to cleanse and make you whole within… As his blood cleanses you and takes away every sin! Spending time with God… You’ll be glad you did. His abundance and overcoming life… He’ll freely give! God wants to be with you. By a “divine appointment.” Experience his life changing power, and a GODLY enjoyment! By Jim Pemberton 09/05/11


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Forgotten

In the beginning there was peace, joy, and love.
Then came hard times, war and hate.
What is this poor world to do,
when people aren't human anymore?
Computers think for us.
Minds are slowly fading.
Old people are forgotten.
Children are forsaken.
Youth have gone mad.
and for the rest.
There is no rest.


Details | Personification | |

Mother Star

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Vula Amehlo - Zulu for open your eyes

Vula Amehlo (open your eyes)

"Vula Amehlo"is Zulu for "open your eyes"

Vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
though eyes aren’t needed to behold
the flowing tears of those of us, left out in the cold

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
the time to turn your back is long gone
no time now to pander and no time now to fawn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we the people are hungry, angry, and our skin is torn
though we say it loudly, unbowed we are, and not forlorn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we may be invisible and tucked away far from you
but we are here, still, waiting for the promise of freedom to come true

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
you see us sometimes, though you avert your gaze
come on now, compatriots, awaken from your complacent daze

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we are the open wound that festers on your ostentatious display
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
as you roll down your windows and toss us some coins, look in our eyes
we are your slumbering consciences, we are the famished proof of your lies

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
forget us not as you tuck your pretty children in, and turn off the lights
we too are the children whose mothers, fathers fought for all our peoples’ rights

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
don’t think that we are bitter and livid for no reason or cause
we have been waiting and waiting, for days and a decade, without any pause

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
vula amehlo
mothers and fathers
vula amehlo
brown and white and all shades of this rainbow so bright
we repeat what we said, we are not going to melt away into the night
vula amehlo
one and all
our patience is being tested from day to day, year to year
we have listened to your promises and we now demand that you hear
vula amehlo
open your eyes
and see us, and hear us clearly, and hear us today
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
open your eyes



Details | Rhyme | |

Have YOu Taken The Time To Talk to God

Have You Taken The Time?

Have you taken the time to tell 
God how much you love him?
He is awesome and there is no greater
power that's "above him"

Have you taken the time to tell
God how thankful you are?
The one who formed the earth,
the heavens and the stars...

Have you taken the time to thank him for his grace?
His beauty and glory are seen all over the place...

Have you taken the time to meditate
on his words given?
The Bible needs to be the direction
for the way you're livin'!

Have you taken the time to think
 about all that he's done?
You're here today because
of the sacrifice of his son!

Have you taken the time to think
 of his beautiful creation?
He rules above all kings, presidents, or any nation...

Have you thought about the planets
in the heavens above?
All that we can see is a reflection
of his power and great love!

Have you thought about the relationship
 this God wants with you?
He's waiting to come into your life.
What will you do?

Think for just a moment of heaven's
special invitation...
Won't you accept the Lord 
and his free gift of salvation.?

Think about God's gift of life that is
offered to you and me...
Christ can change you and give you life abundantly!

By Jim Pemberton   04/18/11


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 | Lyric | |

Unexpected Heaven

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Black and white, it was all I saw
Everywhere I turned, everywhere I went
Ice covered everything, too thick to ever thaw

I couldn't see in front of me,
I couldn't find solid ground,
My world was crashing down around me,
Any cries of help dying without a sound.

So much time had gone by
And I was slowly drifting
Too much time had gone by
And I was slowly fading

But then you came to me, so unexpectedly,
I couldn't see a thing
You offered me, such a sweet reality,
I wondered if I was dreaming
You took my hand, made me understand
the truth among the lies
And wrapped in you, so safe and sound
An unexpected heaven is what I found

You were everything to me,
my feet were finally on the ground,
the world kept spinning quickly,
but in your arms I stayed as it all crashed down

So much time has gone by
And I'm slowly seeing
Too little time has gone by
For me to rid of this feeling

And then you came to me, so unexpectedly,
I couldn't see a thing
You offered me, such a sweet reality,
I wondered if I was dreaming
You took my hand, made me understand
the truth among the lies
And wrapped in you, so safe and sound
An unexpected heaven is what I found

Bright and true, I saw it in you
Life and love, I had found it all
A fairytale ending, it was in my sights
All because of you, my unexpected knight

And then you came to me, so unexpectedly,
I couldn't see a thing
You offered me, such a sweet reality,
I wondered if I was dreaming
You took my hand, made me understand
the truth among the lies
And wrapped in you, so safe and sound
An unexpected heaven is what I found

And wrapped up in you, so safe and sound
Happiness is what I gained
An unexpected heaven, is what I found


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | Rhyme | |

God Said I AM


God said;  My provision for you
 is more than enough.
I'll see you through when the going gets rough.

I'll give you joy unspeakable and the half hasn't been told.
I am Jehovah...your provider... 
more precious than gold.

I am the sufficient one who's able
 to meet your need.
Come to the table I've prepared for you...and feed.

Eat of the Bread of Life that
only I can give!
Allow it to enrich your soul
each day you live. 

Come and drink of my water which
 never shall run dry.
I am the eternal one.! I am El-Shaddai!

I can quench your thirst in a dry and barren land.
I am here for you!  Give me your trust and your hand.

Let me do what no other power or God can do.
I am that I am!   I am God!   And I'm here for you!

By Jim Pemberton 


Details | Blank verse | |

Escape From The Planet Of The Apes

Midnight plus fifteen, the streets come alive,
Spilling tattooed mobs, teeming motion-blurred
From the bars, karate and kung-fu moves in car parks
And upon telephone kiosk phone books.

Kebabs stinking of extra onion, chilli and garlic sauce,
Soaking up beer and chasers, churning innards;
Chinese takeaway cartons slung in gutters,
Spraying noodles and rice with random artistry.

Spiralling fumes of vindaloo, popadums and naan
Swirl, snake, samba under neon rain;
CCTV super models, skirts no more than belts
Hiked under hips, distended abdomens drooping with gravity.

Navels pierced, studded, impaled with fake silver,
Flesh faintly turning green-tinged;
The high heeled stagger continues at ankle-breaking
Precariousness; teetering and stumbling, acrobatically drunk.
 
Swimming heads reject the motion sickness,
And vomit starts to rise, disgorged, spattering the wet paving
With rainbows of liquid colour abstraction,
Trickled with a gleeful pale amber stress incontinent stream.

It’s easy for a casual observer to plead for escape from
This planet of the apes, but have a heart – they’re young,
Free and doomed beyond all relative conception.
Why not be cool, have fun?


Details | Rhyme | |

Come Back Into The Closet


Across this country, there’s more people 
“coming out of the closet.”
Any sense of a Godly direction.  
They’ve seemed to have “lost it.”

Often talking about their life. And are not ashamed…
Often bringing dishonor to God’s holy name.

Perhaps “going back into the closet,” 
is where you need to be.
And think for a minute….Where you’ll spend eternity.

God is still God.  He is righteous but also holy and just.
He asks all to give him our heart.  
Our obedience.  And trust!

Perhaps in the closet .    A time of seeking God should be spent.
A time to have fellowship...   A time to repent.

During this time you can spend with God….  
And HIM alone.
Asking him to bring  peace, 
hope and love into your home.

This closet can give you a “quiet time.”  A time “to be still.”
A time to seek God.  And to do his will.

May you allow your heart, toward HIM
 to be yielded and broken.
And time to meditate on  some of the 
words that he’s spoken.

If it’s the closet that you truly want to come out.
You can tell everyone:  ”Jesus IS what life is about!”

Allow HIM to cleanse and make you whole within…
As his blood cleanses you and takes away every sin!

Spending time with God…  You’ll be glad you did.
His abundance and overcoming life…  He’ll freely give!

God wants to be with you.  By a “divine appointment.”
Experience his life changing power, and a GODLY enjoyment!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Every Step That I Take He Is With Me

Every Step That I Take… Every step that I take. God is with me! Every breath that I breathe. HE gives me! Everything I’ve done in life. God loves me! For every sin. He’s willing to forgive me! Every place that I’ve been. God is there! Each time I have failed him. He still cares! Each time that I pray. He always listens! Giving him all of my needs is my ambition! Every time I begin to stumble and stray… His word is there to show me HIS way! When I think there’s no where else to turn… I become the focus of HIS love and concern! Though so many things in life are insecure. God’s promises are forever and SURE! Is there a reason why you don’t think you need him? Won’t you give him your life and began to trust him? During these difficult times… YOU need his cleansing power! He can change your whole life! This very hour! God extends his mercy and grace to all of mankind! Won’t you accept his salvation? Why there’s still time? By Jim Pemberton 10/11/11


Details | Light Poetry | |

PER SECOND LIVING

Of all the years people are granted
Only one day counts
For only to today takes to the next
We are born in one day
We live one day by day
And none can live two days in one
Tomorrow does not come today
And in one day,  we die
All we ever have is one day:
		Today

Of all one whole day we are given
Only one second counts
For only one second ticks to another
We are born within seconds
We live by the seconds:
Our pulses rise and fall by the seconds
And seconds separate life from death
All we ever given is one second;
                                 Now: 
                                    This moment.


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 | Prose Poetry | |

Cairo

Standing in Cairo market
streets bustling
horns honking
children’s
laughter
ball throwing
heat simmering
the melting pot.
Caught
in between
ancient and modern
sellers market
wares and bargain
prices over jewels and silks
fruits and vegetables.
Something about Cairo
City Triumphant.

Sipping espresso at a near
by cafe in the 
center of the bazaar.
Camels traded and sold
tips given by the owners.
Fine linens and silks
bangles and jangles of silver
copper, and gold jewelry.
Ceramics and glass jars
of all shapes and sizes.
Beautiful intricate artisanship,
music floats from the
music shops.

21st century effectual Pharaohs walk the
streets admiring the wares.
Where I have Paris on the Nile it
still runs cool to the touch.
Ancient Gates remain.
Cities of the Dead still hold their
legends with no refrain.
I see a silk scarf I have to 
have a bangle or two and
some espresso for the road.
The jewel of the orient
holds her beauty well.


Details | Rhyme | |

What Happened to My Prayer LIfe

What Happened to My Prayer Life? A friend came to me filled with despair. He was wanting someone to join him in prayer! There was something that was “getting him down.” This was a neighbor, on my side of town. At first, I listened to what he had to say. And then wished he would just “go away.” I knew he needed help. I “didn’t have the time.” “Why should I worry?” “His problem isn’t mine?” The spirit of God began to get my attention. I was then focused into a different direction! God asked me why I wasn’t going to engage in prayer. I simply answered; “I’m too busy to care.” My heart broke as I seen the sadness on his face. My life was touched, by God’s compassion and grace! My prayer life that day, took on a new meaning! I reached out to this person and began speaking! I prayed for him, like I never prayed before! It was people like him, that God put me here for! I felt God’s power all over me! At that moment… I sought Jesus’ power and his blood’s atonement! My friend walked away, renewed and changed! But it was my prayer life that was re-arranged! The time I spend with God is time well spent! As I seek him more, and confess and repent! I’m so glad that I spend more time in prayer. God loves me, and is always there! May I encourage you, to do the same! Won’t take some time, and call on Jesus’ name? By Jim Pemberton
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Details | Rhyme | |

Insane

In every life of human size,
There are some moments clearly set,
When detachment comes easily
And your brain's a wisdom outlet.

At the sole time of occurrence,
If the mind's not sorrow drained,
Pass your level of endurance,
So your conscience cannot be maimed!

The reason for this precaution
Is as simple as a park walk.
People are scared of the motion 
Of very witty human talk.

So when, in that time, you decide
A good remark to clearly make
The other will, a bit aside,
Contemplate how flight to take

From who steps out of social play
Stops and tries true things to utter
And gets blamed for insanity
When they analyze the matter.

They decide you've changed a lot,
Too much has happened to you now,
Ostracized you'll be from the lot
Whom, for you, took the friendship vow.

You leave those moments full of grief,
You feel as if you are to blame
For shuttering the wrong belief 
That truth and lies are all the same.

Suffices to lie while smiling
When things look in an awful way
Instead of truly replying,
Making them hear what you must say.


Details | Rhyme | |

God Commands Us To Love One Another

God Commands Us To  “Love One Another!”

In the body of Christ…  
One of Satan’s “clever tricks.”
Is to “choose” another to form
 their own “cliques.”

People “choosing” who they believe
is their sister or brother…
Neglecting the great command…  
“Love one another!”

A stranger whom comes to church… 
 Has a hard time to find…
Someone who’ll give him just some of their time!

This person could be really in need 
and possibly poor.
But after the service… He “hurries”
 out the exit door…

Have we forgotten what being Christ’ child is?
We need to be HIS example in the way we live!

Maybe it’s time that the body of Christ
 break out of it’s “shell.”
And really be concerned about those 
on their way to hell!

If it’s people just like you whom 
you seem to be “choosing.”
It’s you that will fall short of…   
God’s love and are losing!

It’s time that the body of Christ
 love everyone the same…
Remembering that it was for every 
person our savior came!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

I May Be Getting Older


I may be getting older… But I miss the “Holy Ghost” preaching! As a young person… I remember that it was “far reaching!” I may be getting older… But I don’t like what I am seeing! The lies and distortions of God’s word that many are believing! I may be getting older… But I love Jesus so much more! It is his sweet presence that I worship and adore! I may be getting older… But my love for Jesus is unchanged! Since I was a young man… He remains the SAME! I may be getting older… But each time that I do something wrong… I confess it all to Jesus! In his arms of mercy, is where I belong! I may be getting older. But I have something I must confess! With Jesus in my heart and home… I am truly blessed! I may be getting older… But there’s something I want you to know! This same Jesus can bring true peace and joy to your soul! I may be getting older… No tellin’ how long I’ll be around! An everlasting life with Jesus… I have certainly found! You may be getting older… Now is the opportunity to share… Won’t you get alone with God and take some time in prayer? We’re all getting older! Our days on earth are few! Won’t you accept Jesus today? The choice is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Woman

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


Details | Blank verse | |

A QUEST

                       In search of an opportunity
			For a breakthrough in life,
			I roamed about,
			Knocking  every door
			But no one opened.
			Day and night I gazed at stars
			And looked around with hope.
			I toiled & toiled, nothing came out
			And patience waited
			Till it also became impatient.
			Nothing more could I do,
			Nothing could I grasp
			A shiver  passes through my body.
				In the hide and seek of life
				There is a race to reach the top.
				But chances never came to help
				Though it looms everywhere,
				Testing the character of man 
				Who could hold his self, neat and fair.
			        Waiting for things to happen
			Is a wishful thought no doubt
			But when you set to do it
			The  chance is all about.
			And if by chance you falter
			It holds you  and you sight the top of the race
			You  win and win you all the fight.
			Chance is a helper always
			If you  start a right.


Details | Quatrain | |

America's Lament

Slipping gently towards entropy,
Ownership with an apostrophe.
Braid the loose frays of sanity
Till something true finally answers me.

Troops are marching over many lands,
Tagged cornflower blue--a worldwide brand.
Don't speak out or you will be banned,
Towers implode just as they've planned.

Constantine merged Rome's faiths to one
Keeping time and step with Pagans.
Moloch laughs at our dull compassion
While Illuminati goals corrupt conception.

With a punitive eye beneath the skin
Mankind’s been declared the pathogen.
So an age of ignorance was ushered in
With aims to squelch the soul within.

Rotating parties deflect shared shame
Allowing complacency to be blamed.
Splintered populations can be tamed,
And bombs tend to leave bodies maimed.

Thieves steel gold and filch the free press,
Bobble heads working to keep up stress,
Businessmen sponsoring all this mess.
"We've got some pills if you feel depressed..."

We inherently trust their authority
As they outlaw nutrients due to toxicity.
In an effort to organize bioactivity
They count on our enduring apathy.

We protest lies, so they've built some pens.
Peace simply means they'll take our weapons.
"So go buy a widescreen for your den
To watch us start your wars again."

Even the name Bilderberg is a joke.
As they like it they’ve managed to fleece us broke,
Locking humanity into the yoke.
They sold the world lies before they ever spoke.

Crypto-eugenics is a fatal threat,
Academia functioning as a stooge pet.
Look into those eyes; they've got no regret
To kill us all off like they're clearing a debt.

Global control would only serve them well,
Micro chipped souls have no secrets to sell.
Salivate each time you hear their bell
Or they'll call themselves gods chasing you through hell.

Our oppressive puppet liars, they will not quit,
So don't waste breath saying, 'I'll submit.'
Words of our liberty are just and legit,
And truthful self-rule is a righteous fit.

When bureaucrats state dissent is treachery
In truth they've already sold their loyalty,
They still threaten our sovereignty.
Reclaim our human right to be free!


Details | Free verse | |

Dance

My baby
My precious
My warm and glowing light
I cannot seem to sleep at night
For dreaming while I'm awake.

I dream of the kindness I see in your eyes
And I yearn to be able to hold you.
I dream of what Dubai is gonna look like
And how happy I think I'm gonna feel
Complete.
Content

Radiant.

Over and over I say your name, and only because it brings its you I've fallen in love with.
Suki
My Suki
You
are my
Suki!
Lol, my friend I can't say it enough and I absolutely love it.
Love you.

Aw man, if ever there were words, I'd sing them to you.
If only there were actions that showed you strong enough, I would do nothing else but
dance them for you.

But let me tell you this, my sweet love.
I have my whole life to sing
My whole life to dance
My whole life to dream.

And I want nothing more than to spend my life doing those things with you.


Details | Free verse | |

a moment in time

Time that is pacing which will soon change 
The many day of life that seem to flow toghter
Papers wasted which seem to pile up
Study days seems to stack upon one another 

The days seem to fade week upon week 
Friends have came and gone
Long time strivning for A's avoiding referalls and tardy days 
For Even though were are growing older 
Mintues are so precious it seems that we are rushing


Details | Rhyme | |

Male And Female Conversation

I've noticed this time after time again.
Whenever a man and a woman have a conversation,
the woman never stares at the man's chest while she's conversing with him.


Details | Rhyme | |

Thoughts Unspoken

Speak your mind
You're opinionated

Tow the line
You're bought and sold

What is it all for
If nothing changes
And you just grow old?

Did you give up your dreams
At the expense of the norm?

You say that you're happy now
But your mirror no longer reflects

Now your contentment lies
In what society tells you to expect

No longer acting on what you feel is right
You've lost the battle
Without even putting up a fight


Details | Rhyme | |

I KNow Somone Who Helped In Chruch For Many Years


I know someone, who helped in church, for many years.
She put in much time through her sweat and tears.

She was a big help in the ministry in all she tried.
Until the day that she needed help.  Then she cried!

You see she had children she was raising at home.
There were many nights that she felt all alone.

No matter how many times she asked for prayer.
Not one came to help.  No one seemed to care!

She got discouraged and wondered why she came.
Many of the people she talked to, seemed to “forget” her name.

She gave her heart and time, to lend a helping hand.
Upon her cries for help, no one seemed to understand.

She was a full time member, but quit attending.
She had a broken and hurt heart… That needed “amending.”

Not once did any one from church call to see how she was.
It didn’t seem like anyone cared for her…  Just because…

The people she was in ministry with, didn’t give a thought.
They were so busy with their “Sunday routine.”  And forgot!

Hurt and bewildered, this lady knew one thing to do.
She found a quiet place each night, to hear the words; “I love you!”

Jesus spoke these words of comfort, peace and grace!.
He came down and put her life on a solid place!

He healed the hurt and pain that others were “avoiding.”
And gave her his love and joy that she’s now enjoying!

Won’t you allow this same Jesus to restore what’s been lost?
He can do it for you!  Think of his sacrifice on the cross!

Churches and people will always let you down!
There’s an abundant life in Jesus!  Just waiting to be found!

By Jim Pemberton


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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



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In The Eyes of Man

We've done nothing to deserve it
We're here to observe this

Participation is mandatory
Conditional on living

Question all you want
The answers may or may not be given

You will be graded by your peers
The test will end at your time of death
Your final grade may be subject to change

I hope you all have studied well

Good Luck


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Falling Farther

falling farther away from humanity
redefining your reality
who wants to go back there?

all i want
is what i don't have
isn't that too much to ask?

it all moves too fast
i just wanna slow down
and enjoy the ride


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Every Step I Take God Is With Me

Every step that I take.  God is with me!
Every breath that I breathe.  HE gives me!

Everything I’ve done in life.  God loves me!
For every sin.  He’s willing to forgive me!

Every place that I’ve been.  God is there!
Each time I have failed him. 
 He still cares!

Each time that I pray.  
He always listens!
Giving him all of my needs 
is my ambition!

Every time I begin to stumble and stray…
His word is there to show me HIS way!

When I think there’s no 
where else to turn…
I  become the focus of 
HIS love and concern!

Though so many things
 in life are insecure.
God’s promises are forever
 and SURE!

Is there a reason why you don’t
 think you need him?
Won’t you give him your life
 and began to trust him?

During these difficult times… 
YOU need his cleansing power!
He can change your whole life!  
This very hour!

God extends his mercy and 
grace to all of mankind!
Won’t you accept his salvation?  
Why there’s still time?


By Jim Pemberton


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Making the Best Use of My time

Will I make the best use
 of the time God’s given me?
Will I make the best of what
 God’s entrusted to me?

With what God’s given, I need to make
 the best of it!
I haven’t even tried, and I’m sure
 HE is tired of it!

God gave me his best,
 when on the cross, Jesus died!
He gave his life for mine, 
that day he was crucified!

God’s given me his time!  Now, it’s my turn!
I’ve been living each day,
 and haven’t been concerned!

The choices I have, the decisions
 I’ll be makin.’
I need to do my best,
 before my time is takin’!

Giving my time for Christ,
 is something to achieve!
Blessings fro him is what I want to receive!

To you Lord, I’ll try my best way that I can.
I want to hold you close,
 and not let go of your hand!

My life and time are yours! 
 Please take control!
You are all that matters!  
Everything else must go!

By Jim Pemberton


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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.


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Be More

Part 1.

I wonder if the time and day would last forever
I think of all things will quit never
Among the time that we wish to do a lot
And a notion that is close to not
We have the talent that grows 
We seek it and it shows
Growing up to know each wonder of the mind
Going to best things and be kind
I walk a dream but not a dream
I want to do things with out running out of steam
So when I smile my days are long
Seeing that I do things just to belong
It hits me right in the center of my core
It grabs me in the heart to just be more

Part 2.

An interest that came by
It also was such moments that lie
I fallow everyone else with the feeling of hope
It seems that they rather hang me by a rope
Just what is the matter with people now a days
Caring for others I was taught in my ways
Do the people I hang out with always betray
I sit down and thing about it many way
My father and mother is not going to be ashame
They are not to even think it or to blame
I can do things much more to my very core
I can grab everyones heart and I can be more


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A Moment With Jesus


A Moment With Jesus…

To have a moment with Jesus is what I seek.
I need him with me, every day of the week!

To have some time with the King of Kings..
Joy and peace to me is what he brings!

To be able to talk with him is instrumental…
It’s something to treasure
 and is quite eventful!

To have the opportunity to sit at his feet…
Knowing that with him.., 
I’m made complete!

To know and love him, who’s loving and kind.
 I’m my beloved’s and he is mine!

A moment with Jesus is yours for the asking.
Won’t you accept his gift of life everlasting?

Time with our savior is time worth sharing!
Especially with someone
 so loving and caring!

Having time with Jesus… 
 What more can be said?
He’s the living water and the daily bread!

He’s what you need!
  No matter what others tell you!
He is here right now! 
 And will never fail you!

By Jim Pemberton  .


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Strive to Overcome

God only puts us in situations that we can handle
Sometimes we just gotta man up
Instead of trying to dismantle
Cause then we get fed up
He loves his children and gives them great favor, but he also gives us different challenges to overcome
Inorder to get courage which only makes us braver
Always remember who your father is and where you come from
You know who you are but he knows too
And together as a team you will make it through 
So when things get rough
Just seek the lord Jesus 
And remain tough
Because he will give us everything we need
There is no need people
To be full of greed


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For Robert Zimmerman

For Bob Dylan

sheltered from the howling winds of vows and scattered souls and sweltering hate

she is a refuge from the blistering sands of dread and loss and torn and twisted fate

when the emptiness inside becomes an abyss so dark and wild and cold

my words get lost in the jangling alleys where dreams are bought and sold

I met her in those alleys among the withering roses on a bed of thorns

and she filled me up with poems banishing the scowling moments and their baleful scorns

now I lie awake and wish that I could sleep and drift away into the maze of her dream

but slumber has fled and slipped the noose around my words as they thrash around and scream

words that swirl around and around like that scarlet scarf wrapped around her face

she's a mystery still as she will always be while I sift through this empty desolate space

the storm it broke and ceased and shuffled my words as they drifted forlornly into the chasm of the dead

leaving me here still and mute and frantic as I try to pick up the pieces of all the words that have been said

far too many far too often far too conceited and far too proud

for I failed to hear the stillness of beauty as I rambled along barking my words out aloud

she hushes me now as she hushed me then in the cobwebbed tunnels of the past

while I weep more words in blood and ink onto dried parchment meant never to last

so tell her that her whiskey has been greedily gulped down and now that I am soberly drunk

I see her songs and hear her breath reaching down into my mouldy abode of hapless funk

fare-thee-well for now as I slide into the scribbled hubris of another battered rhyme

dazed by the glaring embers as they scorch the moments of quickly fading time

and if tomorrow finds me here still shell-shocked and drained in body and in mind

tell her that her wine has slipped through the loose knots that bind

tying me to this place of sanity and insanity all rolled into one

while all is numb and scarred from the deed that has been done

and as I flee recklessly chasing away myself from me once more
she'll know the words for its a song that's been sung far too many times before

(for bob dylan)


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We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along.
It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete.
The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives.
They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values.
It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers.
The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system.
Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without  it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.


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The Blustery Chill

The clouds have all turned red
And a distant chime rings out
Our words fall like stones to the ground

The blustery chill nips at our necks
Walking through our false ideals
Wondering what happens next

Carry us away to a better place someday
Let me remember the day we fell in love
Let me always feel this way


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I've Seen Sin's Destructive Force


I’ve Seen Sin’s Destructive Force!

I have seen the destruction of sin’s evil force.
It happens when people’s lives go “off course.”

God has given to us his word as a solid foundation.
Too many relationships end in a separation.

I’ve seen people being together for many years.
Come to an abrupt “halt.” Ending in heartache and tears.

People that have had many harsh words spoken…
Only to have their lives torn apart and broken!

God has given us his was of truth and living.
It requires a life of sacrifice and giving!

He asks for us to sacrifice our time for him
And to allow for his love and a healing to begin!

The truth of his word need to guide what we do and say.
It needs to guard our souls, 24 hours each day!

Scripture gives us a “roadmap” in which build upon.
 God’s spirit will guide us when “things go wrong.”

May I suggest spending some time each day in prayer?
Your heavenly father knows your every need and cares!

He wants the very best for you and so much more!
His love and mercy are truly worth living for!

If your life seems “fragile” and heading
 in the “wrong direction.”
Won’t you seek God’s ways 
and his “divine correction?”

With the blood of Jesus, your life 
will be on solid ground!
For where there is sin...  God’s love does 
much more abound!

Please come to the Lord!  Why not this hour?
Experience his presence and
 life-changing power!

By Jim Pemberton


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Underneath the Stars

Underneath the stars we forget who we are
We lie so deep in the rich grass that consumes us
Our bodies becoming one with nature's carpet
Watching the stars above 
We are overcome with love

Distances between us
I on one patch of grass
You, distantly at another
Watching it in our separate places
It's how we stay close to each other 

A full moon rises the water in our bodies
A tear couldn't possibly fall
In this moment I am one with nature
Yet forever I am one with you 


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a mom and her child...


a mom and her child...
enjoying the quiet lake,
my priceless treasures 


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A Start to a New Year (2006)

Everyone look in the mirror
Then tell your self what you see
Make those changes
Let these changes start with me


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Mayhem in the Mourning

Sleepy, I walked down the senior hallway
The last door on the left seemed miles away
But I was determined to make it
It was 7:26 in the morning, assignment due 7:30
My hands were sweating bullets
Felt as if every senior had their eyes on me
Assignment in hand, I started my journey
Nerd, jocks, cheerleaders all bunched together in one walk-way
You would think I was a running back, of some sort
Dodging the potential mayhem
Judy with the big booty was being so loud
Laughing and screaming with her friends
Drew and the crew obnoxious as usual,
Were going over plays, at least it looked like it
Trampling any victim in their path
The Nerd Bird flocking in e=mc2
Calculate who will have a date in time for prom
Starting with Judy, my hands were no match
The sound waves catapulted me into the lockers
Side to side I juked, spun, and jumped
Like a magnet bouncing off the rhinoceros crew
For the Nerds, I only had to say one thing…
“I already have a date for prom…”
That sent them into a mathematical frenzy
Looking at their watches they said, “Prom is exactly
218 days 13 hours 27 minutes and 10 seconds away…
There is no way you have your date!”
While they babbled on I was on the move
The last mayhem was upon me: The hall monitor
He already saw my awesome display of athleticism
But didn’t find it amusing, He was one of those guys…
If you dropped a piece of paper on the floor, detention
I just distracted him by saying, “I didn’t have breakfast…”
We both didn’t know where that came from 
So I just kept waking while he was still confused
Stumbled into class, discrediting my previous display 
And turned in my homework assignment


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Obstacle

We didn't start out this way
We didn't plan for this
We created this

Our ancestors didn't think about
Corporations
and
Cars

What were their dreams?
Were they as materialistic as ours?

Survival only has one road
But many potential avenues to travel

It all ends up the same
My friend

Death
That final unconquerable
Obstacle


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God Asked A Question What Would I Say


God asked a question.  It was just the other day.!
He asked; “have you taken time for me
 in what you do and say?”

I thought about this for a moment… Then I cried and wept.
The promises I once made to God.  I no longer kept!

I remembered a time when my life was sinking downhill fast.
No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t forget the past!

I was at death’s door...  With the moments 
of life, just a few.
I didn’t know “what in the world,” I was going to do!

One night I cried out loud in hopelessness and desperation.
I soon received a message with a heavenly visitation!

 Jesus appeared before me!  His hand touched my head!
I felt so much better!  I jumped out of bed!

I was so happy!  I cried and felt tears roll down my cheek!
I took time to spend with God all the rest of the week!

But as the months went by, my time
 with God was shortened.
Having time alone with him?.  
I didn’t feel this was “important.”

I now look back and think of what I was becoming…
I’m not sure if I’m ready for Christ’ second coming!

Lord Jesus, I kneel down, and come before your throne,
I ask you to be my Lord.  Of all my life and home!

I’m sorry Lord Jesus for the promises I made, but were broken!
“Please forgive me dear Jesus.”  Are the words I have spoken!

You are the lord for me and I need you more than ever!
I want to be with you and live in heaven forever!

You’re the one who’s blessed me!  Yes indeed!
You are me Lord and savior and are all I ever need!

By Jim Pemberton


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This Life We Have


This Life We Have… This life we have is for a brief moment. On the road to eternity… It’s a “postponement.” This life we have will not be here for long. This world that we live… We don’t belong! This life we live isn’t really yours or mine. It was purchased by Jesus’ blood… HIS love divine! This life we live isn’t really ours alone. We need to make plans for our eternal home! This life we live was meant to be… Living with God for all eternity! This life we live is like “one short day.” One day, our breath “will be taken away.” This life I live… I’m giving to Christ above. And give him my heart and all of my love! This life I live,… It’s going to be… Much more of Jesus… And a lot less of me! This life I live… I have one thing in mind… Living for Jesus for the rest of my time! This life I live… I know I’ll be blessed! Because living for God is always the best! This choice I made has brought peace within! God has brought forgiveness for my every sin! This choice can be yours! God’s offer is given! Won’t you allow him to change how you’re livin’? By Jim Pemberton


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A Time For Thanksgiving


During this time, of our way of living… We take a day that we call; “Thanksgiving.” The early pilgrims took time, to thank the Lord. Though there wasn’t much, they could “afford.” They wanted to thank God, for all he gave them! This was their way to really thank him! Over the years, and how this country’s leaning. It seems like we’ve lost it’s true meaning! We’ve so much pleasures and entertainment. I think we’re becoming “complacent.” As many are proud of they’ve “achieved.” Giving thanks to God is seldom received… It’s more than serving a turkey and dinner meal. Isn’t it time to thank God? Who made this all real! As we approach this time of the season… Let’s be thankful to God! And for good reason! He’s given everything we call as “our own.” He’s given our health and our home! It’s no secret what God’s done for you… Be thankful to him in everything you do! He makes it possible for you to be here! Let’s honor him! As Thanksgiving draws near! By Jim Pemberton


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Freedoms Not Allowed

Not allowed to chew gum anymore,
What will be next, not able to open door?
This may seem frivolous.
Will be advantageous,
To profiteer, he will know the score. 


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A Voice In the Wildness

I hate and I love.
How much I hunger
for the days when I was younger,
for the days when  I was really free,
for the days when I was a real me.
And what is happening now?
Has the world turned upside down?
I do not say any more “Wow!”
Nothing surprises me.
I can only realize
this horrible situation
with discomfort and even frustration.
Am I on another stage?
Is it connected with my age?
I don’t think so.
I can see today the youth
who can’t find the truth.
Isn’t it strange that
having two higher educations
I am on the edge of starvation?
Isn’t it strange that
having worked all my life
I have to think how to survive?
No one cares about my life,
no one worries if I should live or die.
I hate those unfair rules
which were proclaimed for the fools.
I love my motherland,
but the life here I can’t withstand.
I forgot the word “hurray”.
That was another day.
My future is unpredictable as weather.
I am like a feather,
don’t know where to fly.
It seems all is a lie.
I don’t know where this time the wind will blow.
Where is my spirits flow?
I don’t know how to live,
I don’t know whom to believe.
The world has greatly changed.
For someone it’s not strange.
It’s only strange that I am still alive
and  have to think how to survive.
Who will tell me what to do?
Should I be true with those who cheat,
with those who treat 
me and others as a toy?
They are very much annoyed
to listen to the truth,
but they are not confused
to rob, to demand,
to occupy my motherland.
They even use God’s name
as a cover for their crimes.
They do not hear the church bells chimes,
they only hear their own voice,
leaving the majority with no choice.
My voice is crying in the wildness.
Forgetting about gladness
I have to know sadness,
to learn the rules of a new dirty game.
Isn’t it the biggest shame?
I have no more strength to fight
but only to wait for the light
at the end of that tunnel,
in other words: for my funeral.
Where is the way out?
It looks as there is only one: to pray,
to calm my soul for another stay.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)


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BLOSSOMING GIFTS

  Oh, but for the gift of the written word
  When it comes that time of day for solace.
  They become the friends whom I seek
  As much as if they were Kings in a palace.


  Would I but get to know them better
  As each and every one reads past.
  Time will not allow me to meet them all
  But the ones I do, seem to fill the chasm so vast.


  My mind thinks on them every now and then
  Only to be tempted to sit and touch them more.
  Not only with the thoughts I had and have
  But with the emotions deep in my core.


  When I find that my words do not come 
  I cry for the ones I cannot know.
  Then I read the words of others who share
  Their words, like blossoms, within me grow.


  It is their kindness to me for which I am thankful
  As their words wash o'er me in time.
  To each of them I am the quiet reader
  For the words they write stick in my mind.


  These gifts to me are not to be overlooked
  As each one is a treasure wrapped in its own rhyme.
  May the Lord continue to bless all those who write
  With the gift of words, both simple and sublime.


  Is there anything else I need to say?
  There is but one thing I hope to do.
  Write words of emotion, comfort, elan, and voice
  That I might help to fill other chasms, too.


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I Know WHO Holds The Future

Our Future... 

I do not know what our 
future may bring,
But there's a promise I know...
this one thing. 
Jesus has promised to take
care of us,
If we'll simply give HIM
all of our trust. 

Sometimes it's difficult... 
during times of uncertainty,
But Jesus wants to be
our security... 
It's hard to say in words
it really is
To know he is mine
and I am his... 

I think of the coming
days ahead...
God's children are never forsaken,
nor their children begging
for bread... 


By Jim Pemberton
 © 2008




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At Waking

Just a glimpse into this place
One frame of a complex gallery
More than words can say
Nor music can capture effectively
Painters plod on just to fail
Sculptures hands form what will crack
Writers scratch over the tale
Poets lament what may lack
No linguist may decipher these runes
Science finds no road to ground
Explorers fast find they’re marooned
In a place no one quite ever found
Musicians find notes can’t be played
Dancers still as the stone
The rich find no price to be paid
The famous find they’re alone
No medium can describe this land
Detailed in layers too fine
One look impossible to understand
One glimpse is to know for all time


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God's Truth Is Disappearing


God’s Truth Is Disappearing! As I travel around, I can’t believe what I’m hearing! God’s truth, in many people, seems to be “disappearing!” Many in church simply tell others what they want to here. They don’t want to preach the truth… Because of fear! In fact, many in church seem to be “afraid…” Of just the very thought of their Bible being “displayed.” Many “hide” it under their coat each Sunday… You’ll have a hard time finding their Bible come Monday! Many want to believe what is “loving and convenient.” Any mention of God’s holiness? They’re not “lenient.” Any talk of what scripture speaks as “morality.” Soon falls on deaf ears as simply mere “vanity.” Soon, the truth of God’s word is “twisted” into a lie… As many people look to what “quickly satisfies.” Indulging themselves in many lusts, they’re not ashamed. Any “problems” they have…. They give God the “blame.” There’s going to come a time. A time very soon… Where the Holy Spirit will clean up every room! Here’s a truth every man and woman need to understand… “Christ is coming for a bride washed in the blood of the lamb!” Have your sins been washed away? Are they as white as snow? Only the truth and blood of Jesus can totally make you whole! Won’t you allow God’s truth to “pierce” your heart within? And find out what it truly means to be; “BORN AGAIN!” Please don’t allow God’s truth to disappear from you today! Allow it to transform your life in a Godly kind of way! Jesus will never disappoint you and offers his atonement! His love can totally change your life this very moment! By Jim Pemberton


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;luhhv sxiick:dhhiisx qqoesx too yyou luhhversx

well if you are sick of love
and you don't see a dream with a dove
if you really want to end it for good
well then put on your hood

if your relationship is bad
and if you are felling kinda sad
if you believe that he/she is cheating on you
and you find out that its true

then its time for you all too take a break
and if he/she will probably start too act fake
and if you start too realize that he\shes been treating you wrong
and even when you are singing a song

then your relationship was already going down hill
since he/she doesn't seem real
if he/shes happy with the other kid
well then its time for you too close the lid


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Buttered Toast And Trains

His dreams of buttered toast and trains became
  Beleaguered by town-planners and architectural sharks
Who erected on his green and pleasant visions
  The blight of sunless tower blocks and concrete parks.
Once bicycles and potting sheds held blissful sway
  In country lanes and gardens swarmed with bloom,
Replaced by streams of motorised invaders,
  In place of lawns - hot tubs and decking loom.

His chronicles of defiance ring like warning bells from
  Small quaint churches in his rhyming pages,
Across the village greens and through the cobbled streets
  Down the passages of post colonial ages.
The words of such gentility and slowly dying culture,
  Sandwiches of cucumber and egg and cress for tea,
Earl Grey poured from china pots, sugar lumps in silver bowls,
  Croquet hoops and endless sun and sweet austerity.

That world, though semi-fabled, seems ever more unreal,
  And images he drew upon are all that now remains,
To teach us of a man who lived and then outlived his time
  With his marvelled dreams of buttered toast and trains.


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salvation

Say something
Say anything 
Say all things…they want to hear 
Please don’t 
Please listen 
You have time to spare
Time 
Is what we’re talking about 
After all
Is done 
You’ll realize what you left behind
With eyes shut tight 
And a mind made up
Up up 
Hold your gun up 
Its your only salvation now 
Time is slipping from you 
And faster then it should be 
But you are not afraid 
Hold your  gun up its your only salvation now
Your hands are trembling 
And you squint to see
Off in the distance 
Two years in the past 
A former self 
With time  to spend considering life
But that time is over and you’ve hastily made your choices 
						



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Tourt

 
 Humans are humans,

 Animals are animals,

 But a tourt is one that

 seperates.

 We live in a country that

 claims to have greatness,

 and the truth of the matter

 is that it's in need of maintenance.

 The tourt allows only who they

 think is worthy to live in America,

 and years ago they tried to deport

 Black American's back to Africa.

 Tourt's hate to see unity in any

 community, and they will prosecute

 if they think you have gained to much

 from their country opportunity.
 
 A tourt is very perfidious, and

 their act's against other culture's

 is most atrocious.

 Tourt's only Divide, Destroy, and

 conquer.


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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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Memories and Time

Time is the healer that carries us over the line,
When we are saddened with someone we’re leaving behind,
As we become holders of hearts that are broken apart,
But memories and time are menders of a broken heart.

You can talk to the heavens and plead with your God up above,
And pray that it’s wrong for you still want to deal out your love,
But life after death is something that’s out of our hand,
When memories and time are healers to help understand.   

Memories are stored where the tears are not too far away,
And time draws a line attempting to widen each day,
But you still see the reason that makes you cross over the line, 
Where memories and time are meant to wipe out that sign. 

Life is so precious that we cannot know when we die,
We don’t feel the heartache and we don’t hear anyone cry,
Our legacy’s strong the day that the church bells will chime, 
And our soul is judged, by the strength of memories and time.


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Get Told

I've had to grow up
and down and back again,
but its nice hearing
the new that everyone knows.
You can never be too old,
especially when you still get told.


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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


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MAKE EVERY MOMENT COUNT

Make every moment count...
this is the promise I make to myself,
to deny the certainty of death:
an assumption stripped of all reality;
and it daunts others, not me...
as long as I get that glimpse of eternity!

Be an essential part of the living:
sharing, giving, reveling, grieving and forgiving...
instead of rebelling against society,
and fighting against an invisible adversary;
but if your  aspirations
are the strenght of your goals
everything takes on a new meaning,
even making your story worth-telling!

Make every moment count
by being clever and not indignant;
never live by pride and greed,
or expect a bountiful return...
when nothing is being achieved,
and praise can't be earned!
 
Be of a keen mind and love patiently...
revive a broken spirit with the kindest word,
and reduce your worries to nothing:
and though the world's vanities cannot be changed,
make an effort to have your voice heard;
what is torn down sadly...can also be built up happily!

Make every moment count
and ignore the ticking of the clock,
to let awareness guide you through anticipation;
time is like roses with thorns:
it pokes you and makes you bleed,and unless
you show meekness and sympathy,
it won't hit  you low...but grant you victory!


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Alone with Sorrow

In the shadows where I stand, 
No one is here to hold my hand. 
I scream so loud, 
But no one hears me in the crowd.
I cry and cry, 
No one helps, they watch me die!
I call and call,
But all I do is fall.
I stand in the grey, 
As they watch me day by day.
I only have time, 
That’s why I made this rhyme.


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Why Is It So Many Refuse God


Why Is it So Many Refuse God? Why is it… Instead of living for God. Many curse him? Then when things get bad, they want him to bless them? Why is it… Many reject God’s holy commands? And want him to “stay out” their homes and lands? Why is it… Many don’t obey God and still refuse to listen? All of his goodness and love is what they’re missin’! Why is it… A lot of people reject God’s holy ways? Not reading his Bible, and the truth that it says! Why is it… That so many all across this great nation… Have rejected the only one who is a SOLID foundation? Why is it… That we have so many choices… We neglect God, and listen to other voices? Why is it… With every opportunity and each day… You haven’t spent time alone with God to pray? Why is it… In your life and the way you’re livin’… Have you accepted God’s desire to be forgiven? Why is it… The peace and joy that comes from him… Have you allowed the God of creation to be your friend? Won’t you take some time? Time well spent... Choosing to follow Christ… And to humbly repent? Won’t you accept everything he offers to you? He’s waits at your heart’s door... What will you do? By Jim Pemberton


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Stop Running...

Have you ever heard the birds?
Composing music on the trees
Or listened to the rains
In a cold evening with breeze. 
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.

Have you told your parents?
That you will meet them tomorrow,
And in the busy days of work,
Forgot them and didn’t see their sorrow.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.

Have you let a friendship die?
Simply because you have not time to say “Hi”,
Or someone asked you “How are you”,
And you didn’t find time to reply.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.

Have you ever checked your mail?
And found an old friend there,
But in the haste of reaching somewhere,
Didn’t reply and failed to care.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.


Have you ever promised someone?
And forgot about it in hurry,
And didn’t find time to apologize,
And got up next day with a new worry.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.

Did you ever feel the morning bliss?
And felt like your day is made,
Or simply went to office as usual,
And slogged there for getting paid.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.

Did you ever take a day off?
From your daily chores to rest,
Or simply went on running each day,
As though you are on a quest.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.

How far will you go my friend?
Every road here has an end,
So better halt now and look around,
And try to hear your hearts sound.
Stop running now,
Before you tell yourself,
Life has ended, I don’t know how.


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I Love You All

I love how you were my first friend
Right after I came into this world.
I love how you and I had fun
Until the end of our little childhood.

I love how you were another I’ve met,
Everything was good in those summers.
I love how you were like a brother,
Had often traveled to your home and we played.

I love how you were my second friend,
Someone who and I imagined together and communicated.
I love how you would allow me to come over,
And to even let me eat there for dinner.

I love how you were some other pal,
We enjoyed the company of each other.
I love how you and I were so young,
It was almost as if I were your role model.

I love how you were my third friend,
Truly was something wonderful we had.
I love how our bond once was,
Though no longer am I at all sad.

I love how you were all those cousins of mine
Were all young alongside me.
I love how you all made me feel happy,
Back in those days of my child identity.

I love how you were my fourth friend
Right after I reached out to yourself.
I love how I knew you at first seemed as lonely,
No matter how far apart, we have those memories.

I love how you were both born, my siblings.
Prayed for your births: to me that’s how it had to be.
I love how you turned to me for comfort and sleep,
Will always be there to care for you.

I love how you were my fifth friend,
Claimed to free me from what I’ve fought for so long.
I love how you gave me what I’ve sought,
Such fleeting evenings: our moments captivated me.

I love how you were all new people to talk to,
Every conversation helped me become who I am today.
I love how that no matter how I feel, I’m not alone,
Forever grateful for having others to talk to.

I love how you were all my other good buddies,
No life should be without friendly acquaintances.
I love how some of you are close to being my best friends,
You’re worth spending times with.

I love how you, my parents and grandparents,
Were there on my birthday: the sky was clear, sunshine.
I love how you, my family and friends,
Are all people I know and have raised me.

I love how there’s a number of people
I’ve known within my lifetime.
I love how there are those
Who still see me as I was and always will be.

I love how these people
Influenced parts of my personality.
I love how that no matter how I feel,
All those years were real.

I love how you all were there, but I feel alone now.
Every day’s not the same as it used to be.
I love how you’re also always around,
But now I’m strong enough to perceive even change...


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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.


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Shadow and Light

(Written in response to the poem “Black and White.”)


Over age 40? Here’s some truth from the new generation.


Don’t get me wrong,
I love those old shows.
Classics for long 
All that and more. 
But if I may speak a while.
Sir, sit down and please don’t be sore, 
And don’t view me as a child.


The shows of old are lovely and dear.
So simple and sweet 
Parents needn’t be ware
Of the bad things and screams 
They never harmed any babes, those old TVs.
But something’s not right
The black and the white lied you see.


The loving families of “Father Knows Best”
The eyes of “Lassie,” brilliant and true
They are no different from the mess
On our high definition color surround
The only difference, the only thing
Is that you never got to see
What went on behind the scenes.


Violence and hate survived in black.
Lies and deceit thrived in white.
Let me tell you why you really want the old shows back.
The simplicity and the friendly smiles 
Were all painted on with a poor painter’s brush.
The breakfasts, the perfection, the people’s damn reactions!
All you want back to feel safe when you have the truth crushed. 


The world is no different now from then.
The only difference is
Now we can zoom in. 
Into the faces to see the lines
The living color reveals
The lies all of the “great actors’” eyes. 
The fake and the phony 
Is what you truly love, you asses.
You’ve known all along that the world never changed
Only plucked from your nose those rose-colored-glasses.


Let me tell you something, if I may.
The black and the white that you love so
Is the reason the under 40s are screwed up today.
The God they trusted as they slept in their separate beds
Is the one so many of us defy when your lies about Him were seen in color.


But now we know there are bad guys who DO win fights
And so we’ve learned to hold one another
At night when we know promises CAN be broken
The wind will CUSS from somewhere cold
And some NEVER will NEED vows
For the one they hold to know they love them.
Even though we NEVER fully knew wrong from right.
At least now we’re not hiding beneath the Black
And that White. 


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Letter From The Unborn

GRANDMOTHER!  Wake up!  
Can’t you hear us crying?
We have no voice, yet we cry!

GRANDFATHER!  Wake up!  
Help us, we’re dying!
You have a choice, yet we die!

So goes the voice of the unborn generation…

Your corruption makes a violent disruption,
Your politicians are bullshit technicians,
Your pollution has no solution,
Your avarice is pervasive and
Your leaders are invasive!

GRANDMOTHER!  Wake up!

GRANDFATHER!  Wake up!

Stop your dismissive sighing!

Fascist federations,
Social degradations,
Despotic arrogations,
Wage slavery plantations,
Patriarchal castigations,
Psychopathic corporations,
Machiavellian machinations,
Oceans full of industrial defecations,
Meaningless fixations on television stations, and your
Diabolical relations in raped and pillaged nations
WILL NOT SUSTAIN THE UNBORN GENERATIONS!


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I Need To Hear The Voice Of God



During my life…  I’ve heard from many voices.
I’ve been offered advice and many choices.

There’s many who want to tell me what to do..
I just never know what everyone’s up to.

But there’s a voice that matters the most.
It’s the voice that I’ve already chose!

It’s a still small voice that calls out my name…
It’s different from the others.  It’s not the same!

It’s a voice that rings loud and very clear.
It lets me know that God is very near!

It’s a voice that speaks very gently…
It reassures me of God’s love evidently.

This voice has made a difference like no other.
It’s words are sweeter than the sweetest butter!

It’s the voice of Jesus that makes all of the difference.
And has given to me a life-changing experience!

As I grow old, and the days just “go by faster.”
I’ll take the time and listen to
 my Lord and master!

Won’t you take time and listen to this voice?
And allow God’s spirit to be your first choice?

His voice can bring peace to life’s raging storms…
Your life can be 100% transformed!

His voice can make a difference in your life today!
Al you have to do is; listen, trust and obey!

By Jim Pemberton


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Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas

Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas? Christmas is the only holiday we often don’t call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It’s the only holiday that we often call “a holiday.” It’s true meaning, is often, taken away! It’s more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It’s time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It’s more than going shopping at the malls… More than, “Jingle Bells,” or “Deck the Halls!” It’s more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you’re willing “to die for!” It’s more than buying the “newest in entertainment.” Or receiving a gift that may “cause an embarrassment.” Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let’s all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let’s think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that’s needed! Won’t you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what’s important! And shouldn’t be left out! He’s what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let’s be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton


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Our Temporal Existence

This side or the other, time alone is the deciding factor
you may think that you are happy, but you're an actor
no matter how much you change, there's a price to pay
there's just no escape, we all know, the end is a one way

Focus your actions in this world, they define who you really are
you'll ultimately be judged by others, whether you were on par
and even if you don't care, know that it's about right and wrong 
if you make the right choices, rejoice, you don't need to belong

Your heart and your mind, yes, these are really one and the same
living on, past the limitations of a physical existence, is only shame
shame for what you could have done differently, why didn't you think
instead choosing those bitter waters, all that remains for you to drink

Learn the value of patience, it will bring happiness to your address
without it, all you can look forward to is disappointment and distress
life is much too precious to waste away, since time is not on our side
discern the higher meaning of life, before taking that final spiritual ride

Our temporal existence, how the pleasures of this world make us forget
just what we could have done while we were here, and this to our regret
yet all is not lost, so long as the candle is still burning, we can still change
we have all been given life as a gift, and our very own destiny to arrange

As desire still has power in us, do not let these opportunities go lost forever
avoid the arrogance, so innate in all of us, this shared attitude of, "whatever"
twilight years are quickly advancing, who knows when they will finally arrive
eternal happiness awaits, just prepare for the journey, and to this alone strive


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Crazy Mick

Crazy Mick the Irishman, with trademark bike and overcoat,
Wheeling his way back into town, classed as a tarnished silly goat,
His hair was long and curly; spoke words barely understood,
His manner gave impression, he's up to no flamin’ good.

Shopkeepers grew an extra eye, toward their advertised outside,
Watching Mick out on the street, as up and down he'd ride,
This man was on outcast; different to the folks they know,
A little dirty, is a vagrant, and he acts a little slow.

Mick’s first stop the butchers shop, bargained for a ‘snag’ or two,
The butcher he felt pity, threw in an extra few,
This pleased Mick no end, as he left the butchers door, 
His feast was quick and final, ate the meat been given raw.

The pub through past experience, had little time for Mick,
For beer became his nemesis, urged forward his fighting trick,
Too many times Mick’s antics, had forced him to the street,
With bloodied nose, blackened eye, always getting beat.

Compromising was the bottle sale, take half a dozen and then go,
Sit over by the railway line, and then drink them nice and slow,
Young kids without feelings, teased Mick in his toxic state,
Laughing as he chased them, for he'd stagger and gyrate.

When Mick disappeared, our town wondered where he went,
Had he found a home! Had he died! Where has his time been spent!
It seems in potato season, when the pickers were required,
Mick was slogging in the paddocks, where potato tops had died.

The 'swampy' people honoured Mick, for he had no fear of sweat,
He'd bend his back the furthest, earn't the spud farmer’s respect,
They seen a different person, than the townie’s man un-trusted,
Hard working in the hot sun, not the drunk so often busted.

Mick perished one cold winter, alone inside a pickers shack,
Long after picking season ended, so what had brought him back,
He must have known his life was ebbing, left for where he felt no shame,
Spud farmers heads bowed 'round his grave, but not one townie came.


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Old Sof'town

Old Sof'town*

1.

In old Sof'town,
the jazz struck chords,

the jazz lived, it exploded,
out of the cramped homes,
rolling along the streets,
of old Kofifi,

in tune to countless blazing heartbeats.

In old Sof'town,
Bra' Hugh breathed music, Sis' Dolly too,
and Bra' Wally penned poems that still ring true.

In old Sof'town,
Father Trevor preached
equality and justice,
for all, black and white and brown,

and all shades, every hue,
even as oppression battered the people,
black & blue.

In old Sof'town,
the fires of resistance raged,

'we will not move' was the refrain,

even as the fascists tore down Sof'town,
with volleys of leaden rain.

In old Sof'town,
the people were herded,
like cattle,
sent to Meadowlands,
far away and cold and bleak,
as the seeds of resistance,
sprouted and flourished,
for the coming battle.

In old Sof'town,
the bulldozers razed homes,
splitting the flesh of a community apart,
only to raise a monument of shame,
and 'Triomf' was its ghastly name.

2.

In Jozi today,
we remember those days,
and those nights of pain,
that stung our souls.
like bleak winter rain.

Yes, we remember old Sof'town,
as we struggle onward,
to reclaim our deepest heritage,
and build anew,
a country of all hues and shades,
of black and of white and of brown.

And yes, we will always remember,

and yes, we will never forget,

the price that was paid,
by the valiant sons and daughters,
of old Sof'town,

those vibrant African shades and hues,

of black,
of white,
of brown.


* Sophiatown in Johannesburg, South Africa, was also called Sof'town and Kofifi.



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Nothing, Nowhere, Never-

Weary and bored
Wandering along a path
Which leads to nowhere,
I come across nobodies
Who, having nothing to say
Say the nothing loudly and pass
I come across no ones 
Who can see nothing 
And see it beautifully
I come across nobodies 
Who hearing nothing 
Hear it clearly
Sharp ears they have!
I have seen the non-entities
Who prove their non-being
By their nonverbal intellectual remarks
On the never-ending subject of Nothing
Nothing matters here in this 
Neverhood of nonexistence.
Nobodies are everywhere to be seen
Everywhere to be heard
Never but in nothingness to be
Is to be nothing but being nothing…


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The Advent of Man

Creating something
Out of nothing
Only for it to eventually
Disappear

Living in the now
Relishing what we have
Or not noticing at
All

Days go by
And we know our time is
Short

But the mark has been made
And there is progress to achieve
The advent of man and our purpose
Is still a mystery to me


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Each Day

Oh to live each day as if it were your last!
To ignore the future, embrace the present and forget the past.

Such nervous creatures we are, always asking if we've done enough.
Such duplicity we share deep in our hearts; the cowards bluff and the tough... well they're tough.

No life is perfect, no one pristine
Which makes this all perfect, waking from a dream

All the knowledge we yearn for, we already know; it's just been forgotten as we're mislead by forces that do not have the common good at heart.

You are good enough, I am good enough, we are good enough.


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To you

Why do you wish to hear me out?
You do not care, I have no doubt.
What is for you my joy and pain?
Are you too bored or simply vain?

You’ll take my heart to be amused,
Then leave it lying torn and used
You want to know, to taste, to feel
And then to say there’s no big deal…

I hate myself for loving you,
For all the things you’ve put me through.
I dreamed of you with all my passion,
But you thought love was not in fashion.

Maybe you’re right, why should we bother?
If one is gone, we’ll find another.
And love is just a silly rumor,
That has a lack of sense of humor.

The truth is that I wasn’t scared
To speak the words you’d never dared.
And feelings that you’ve hidden deep,
Forever now are yours to keep.

So that is all, you`ve heard the story
And I don’t need your worthless sorry.
Cause if today I drown in sorrow,
The sun will rise again tomorrow.


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Thought Waves

Like the thought waves transferred freely
In the air they pass ideally
To wander over hill and dale
Through death and it’s great dark veil

Onward free to do their best
Till the time they come to rest
In someone’s mind or in the spirit
Can they read the message in it?

The wholesome meaning of the way
Each for each we live today
That time should leave a scar for all
The waves should go beyond the wall

To enlighten a total mass
But it leaves me sad alas
For though I love the world my friends
My thought waves will not change its trends


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My Getaway

The ocean is a place to be 
To get away from from everything 
To sit here on the shore
Having nothing to worry about 

I want to become 
One with the ocean 
Stay here 
For I have nothing to fear 

But there is so much to do 
So little time 
To see the world 
In one life time 

Now I'm going home 
Back from where I came from 
I say good-bye 
But I will be back next time


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David And Jonathan


David and Jonathan…

I think of the love that David 
and Jonathan shared…
It was for the future King of 
Israel that Jonathan cared...

Even though his dad...  Saul… 
 Had sought David’s destruction.
Jonathan showed to him
 a brotherly affection.

Though years later, Jonathan had died.
David mourned the loss of his friend and cried.

He sought anyone from Jonathan’s
 household to extend his grace.
He looked high and low.  “All over the place.”

He found his grandson…  Crippled and lame…
He rejoiced and called out his name!

He blessed him with riches,
 honor and favor too…
For this is what God wanted him to do!

How many in church have
 extended a kind act or deed?
In reaching out to those
 who are in need?

Have you taken time to return the
 kindness that Christ has shown?
Through a kind act from your
 heart or your home?

May you take time to bless
 others in Jesus’ name…
Remembering that it was for us all that our savior came!

Like Jonathan…  Jesus is always
 our very best friend…
And HE will be there for us until the very end!

By Jim Pemberton 04/14/10







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ENOUGH IS ENOUGH !

another child is lying in the streets dead
another stray bullet has struck someone in the head
today a mother breaks down and begins to cry
because today one more child has unfortunately died
the youth of today are all about violence and intrusion
running wild causing havoc and confusion
they think having a gun or a knife makes them more of a man
but if they want to prove their manhood why don't they fight hand to hand
too lazy to get up and go out to earn an honest salary
but have the energy to rob hardworking you and me
gang bangers, drug dealers and your garden variety hoods
incapable of being productive or possess positive attitudes 
enough is enough, it's time for us to take control
if you see something, say something, we all play a role
enough is enough, get the weapons away from them
it might be enough to save another child in the end

pedophiles, sexual predators and rapists on the prowl
it's time for all parents to stand up right now
talk to your children and make them aware
that evil can be found everywhere
take an active role in your children's existence
stay on their case and in their face with loving persistence
we have enough youths running around acting like fools
make sure yours get an education and stay in school
many are victims of circumstances and have fallen through the cracks
no one ever encouraged them to stay on the right track
children having children and all we can expect
is a generation raised with no regard for life and no respect
enough is enough, it's up to society
to get away from welfare and jail mentalities
enough is enough, it's time to do something constructive
so the future generation may one day be more productive

in 2007 only 42,000 black youths got college degrees
but over 400,000 got sent to state and federal penitentiaries
what's wrong with this equation? these numbers can't be correct
how did so many young men become social rejects?
uneducated, unemployed, no future and no hope
how do we expect them to now learn to cope?
enough is enough, no child should be left behind
as adults we can't afford to lose any more young minds
enough is enough, let the future generation prevail
and stop thinking the solution to the problem is building more jails
we should be building more schools and learning facilities
and not use our tax dollars mostly for the military
enough is enough, too many youths have lost their lives
maybe it's time that we turn to the Lord Jesus Christ


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A Poet's World

This poem is about the life and feelings of a poet/poetess.



In a poet's world there is heaven and hell,
and many stories to tell.
There are mysteries to solve and codes to unravel,
many roads to travel.
There are confessions of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Storms of rejection, dejection, and sorrow.
Reflections of love, marriage, and romance.
Expressions of flamboyance and dance.

In a poet's world there is music of rhythm and verse,
imaginations of all things on earth.
Songs, sonnets, lyrics, and beats,
gardens of flowers and of trees.
There are times of drama, prose, and learning.
A constant desire burning.
Laughter and tears and feelings of fear, all in a poet's world.
There are influences to work, criticism and hurt.
Achievement and goal, warmth and cold,
visions of life and death, 
and times to be quiet.

In a poet's world there is religion, science, and belief,
faith, hope, war, and peace.
Emotions of anger and tempers that rage,
many characters on stage.

In a poet's world there are promises and dreams,
nightmares and screams,
humbleness, happiness, and philosophy,
a lifetime of writing for infinity.
It's an angel who speaks to the poet's soul,
to tell the world all his heart holds.


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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


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Autumn Festival

autumn festival
laughter is filling the air
in my ancient Greek


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I Took Some Time With God

I Took Some Time To Spend With God…

I took some time to spend with God alone.
I asked for his blessing in my life and home!

I took some time to tell him that I love him!
I know that he listened and I can trust him!

It seems like yesterday I was a young boy.
There were many things I wanted to enjoy!

I enjoyed prayer with my lord and friend!
I felt his joy and peace within!

I didn’t realize how busy life would be…
I thought less of God,..  And more of me!

I’m thankful that I know a God who cares!
He’s never too busy for a moment to share!

He has blessed and renewed my mind!
He’s always so patient, loving and kind!

Thank you Jesus for the time we have together!
I’m looking forward to being with you forever!

You are the one that I will daily seek!
I need your direction each day of the week!

All praise and honor to you. is what I give!
I won’t forget you each day I shall live!

You’ve blessed and strengthened my life today!
You’re the truth, the life, and the way!

I shall sing of your praises with pure delight!
I know now that things in my life will be alright!

By Jim Pemberton


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Me

Breathing in and out
waiting on the next good thing
it never happens.


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Vocabulary

                All I’d like to say is 
	Being me like being you isn’t easy
	Crying, caring on, calling on 
	Dog on near anybody
	Easily, evil or equally
	Far out of  me
	Gassed, as I am
	Halt! Who are you?
	“I’m daughter of eve, and you are a mere 	
	Jester of leave, so
	Kindly remove your hand from my sleeve”
	Lovely
	My being me like you is fascinating
	Not so 
	Obvious or
	Particularly quiet
	Quick 
	Rational ?
	Suuuuuurre
	Time will tell if 
	Under a 
	Valiant
	War you will 
	X-ray
	Your life of mine, after 
	Zen will come bursting in


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Have You Taken Time For Prayer


Have You Taken Time For Prayer?

Is your life filled with  hopelessness and despair?
Have you ever considered  taking time for prayer?

Talking with God, will bring to you needed refreshment.
You can talk to him now!  With no appointment!

He's here to listen.  To whatever you have to say.
You'll find he is very close...   just a prayer away.

Whatever problems you have.  Whatever your needs may be.
God's love for you...  Through prayer...   You'll begin to see!

Jesus is waiting for you to all on his name.
It was for YOU that to earth he came.

Praying to him is a blessing  of his atonement.
He longs to meet your need.  This very moment!

Allow HIM to remove all of your worry and fear.
Pray to him now...  He is always here!!!

By Jim Pemberton 


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Elephant Grave Yard(OLd Eagle Feather)

Elephant Grave Yard(OLd Eagle Feather) 
Elephants do it or it seems they used two. 
Made a place to leave they bones and went two there place 
in great droves or herds i think they are called. 
Old Eagle Feather was watching the women by the fire one day. 
They were chewing jerky to make it soft for meat to eat. 
Softening the jerky for little mouths to chew. 
Old Feather he is now been called got up and off he goes. 
Took up two stones of suprising weight, 
and carried them toward the elephant grave yard. 
I am going to my fate.He never shed a tear. 
I have done it all my time is gone.Let me make no haste. 
NO more wasted time in stories bye the fire. 
I am just in time. 
I see the elephants again, 
they are all in line waiting to get in. 
To my heaven. 


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PURE FUN

Once upon a time of grand pleasure
There was a child with thoughts of pure fun
Days danced from one to another
How wonderful it felt to be young

To capture secret snow forts
on toboggans of imagination
To cross vast fishing streams
in the canoes of creation
To race through open fields
at the silent speed of light
To dig for buried treasure
and catch fireflies at night

Those places that we visited 
were at the heart of time and space
They may be gone at the present
Yet, they can never be erased

The ballgame in the corner lot
that spectacular catch you made
The birthday of your special gift
when all your wished were repaid

The years when certain music
was inspiring and brand new
When books became a vacation
getting lost with; "you know who."

Let's visit that time in the present
not retreat to the past
Let's do something that's pleasant
for life rushes by too fast

Now - is the time to discover
what a wonder life can be
Having pure fun with another
by releasing the child in; "me."


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The Way Things Were

If I had stayed another day what kind of things would
you say, would it be a maybe or let's call it a day.

Back Then it was hard to know which way
I should go, as my heart over-flows with 
pain that hurts me so deep,
I would try to fall alsleep but my eyes could
not keep  from flowing with tears
as I tried towipe away the anxious worries and fears 
I kept inside of my heart this was a beginning
a start when we did finally depart.

It was a hard choice to make but I had to for 
my own healths sake.  
Just because I was the one to leave it didn't mean
that I couldn't still grieve and feel sad, the truth 
be told if I didn't feel that way I would be heartless
and cold . 

It doesn't make the situation any less painful  
I have felt much pain but that has helped me 
to cope and regain my self esteem and with
this I have learnt to deal with things better 
or so it seems. 

I have really grown-up these past years and I feel
like myself again and also someone I never thought
I could be but time has proved I can really
be the Real me and it is the best feeling to
live and be free to show the world I am 
me, and me alone I feel happy and at home 
and catching up on the time lost that is 
what I paid  the price and at great cost.


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What Do We Fill Our Minds With

What Do We Fill Our Minds With???

We live with temptations and entertainment of all kinds.
It’s amazing what we allow to enter our minds!

It’s no wonder why many seem to be “out of touch.”
Many live very busy lives “way too much!”

Taking time to pray and read the Bible seems to disappear.
Until the moment problems and tragedy appear.

It’s so easy it is to forget about the spiritual things.
We live for today.  And don’t know
what tomorrow brings.

There is a God!  No matter what others may tell you!
He loves you so much!  Don’t let others “fool you!”

He’s taken the time to give you his very best!
He gives joy unspeakable!  And that’s not the rest!

He’s never forgotten about you!  He never will!
Every promise he’s made to you!  He shall fulfill!

No matter how busy you get, or where you are.
You’ll find God is here!  He’s never too far!

Nothing can ever compare to his beauty untold!
Not the finest diamond, or the purest gold!

He’s what you need!  No matter the situation!
Won’t you accept his love and wondrous salvation?

You won’t ever be disappointed that you did!
He will bless you abundantly in the life you live!

He will give your life true hope, purpose and meaning!
His gift of life...  You too can be receiving!

By Jim Pemberton


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Does Anyone Think About GOd


Does Anyone Think About God? Does anyone think about their heavenly father? Or simply say... Talk to God? Why bother? Does anyone take the time to give thanks to God above? Perhaps they’re “too busy” to give him their love? Does anyone ever take just in a moment’s breath… Thinking about God any time before their death? Does anyone know that without God, there is a “separation” Is sin! But he’s given to us his gift of salvation! Does anyone take any of their time to see… The plans that God has made for their eternity! Does anyone give God any thanks or praise… For the many things he’s done each of our days? Is there anyone who’ll stand up and raise their voice? And make Jesus their Lord… Their first choice! May this “someone” be you, as you read these words... May a passion for Christ in your life be stirred! May the words “Dear Jesus I invite you in,” be spoken… And may your heart toward God be tender and broken! May you listen to HIS words spoken and hear; “I am always with you!” “You’ve no reason to fear!” Christ is with you… Even to the end of the age! Will he put your name in the book of life’s page? By Jim Pemberton


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Just For A Moment

Just for a moment close your eyes,

Just for a moment listen to the sounds.

Just for a moment think of the the past,

Just for a moment imagine their rounds.

Try to remember as you celebrate the fourth,

all the meaning behind it and all it's worth.

Be thankful you see pretty colors in the sky,

and all you are listening to are fire works...


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A LIttle Thoughtfulness And Much Prayer

A Little Thoughtfulness and Much Prayer… A little thoughtfulness and much prayer… Is a good reminder that God is always there! A moment of kindness can brighten your day… By what’s done, or something you say! A moment of live in the passing of time… Could be an opportunity to be gracious and kind. Having time alone with God is time well spent. Whether you’re at home,.. Or sleeping in a tent. Time is precious. No matter how you’re living. What kind of life have you been enjoying? Jesus gave to everyone true purpose and meaning… Into his arms of mercy… you need to be leaning! May his spirit encourage you to always pray… Each day that you live… Simply trust and obey! The hope and peace that only Jesus brings… Can fulfill the emptiness of life, from so many things! Why not allow his goodness to enrich your soul… For only Christ can make your life whole! His loving kindness is wonderful and sweet... For only HE can make your life complete! By Jim Pemberton


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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.


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What Is Broken (Still Has Beauty)

What is broken,
Still shines great beauty...
Whoever or whatever that reaches the inside of me,
Is a treasure worthy enough for me to forever hold...

When night comes,
My feelings and thoughts truly unfold...
During the darkest of my hours,
I unleash my expressive powers...

While the dawn hast come,
My energized mind numbs
For only a moment,
I will wait...

The sun rises
As the deepest gates of my imagination
Flood open and bring on the waves of emotion.
Winds of hope blow away my tears...

And the inner sea, in me,
Begins to shine colours,
From the bluest of all these days,
To the grayest of my depressed ways...

These gray waters...
Change into a glow of hopeful silver...
And at long last, I let go of the past,
As this sea is painted gold by the eternal sun...

I am saddened and gladdened, here and there...
Yet, whatever is broken...
Still shines great beauty...


Details | I do not know? | |

I WAS, I AM

I was BORN.
I was WELL-READ.
I was POLITICALLY FATED.

I was HISTORICALLY ENTERTAINED.
I was PHYSICALLY RESTRAINED.
I was BIOLOGICALLY STAINED.

I am my VARIOUS WRITINGS.
I am my SPOKEN WORDS.
I am my SILENT THOUGHTS.

I am ORGANIZED.
I am ARTICULATE.
I am PUNCTUATE.
I am GRAMMATICAL.

I am SELF LEARNING.


Details | Haiku | |

A Black Shadow Pries

a black shadow pries...
her earthly music floating
the moonlight dance


Details | I do not know? | |

THESE STATES UNITED - PART I

A watchful white Dove 
 
patiently hovers high

slowly, high up above
 
as One 
 
of the forgotten few
 
Look down from the Great Golden 
 
Bird's Eye view

 
sigh sigh sigh
 
try not to cry
 
why why why
 
is there a  teardrop in your Golden eye
 
try try try

 
try not to choke
 
on the clouds
 
or on the smoke
 

Fly on your heartbroken
 
Paternal Wing
 
so tried and true
 
not so fast
 
past the Golden King
 
that we once loved 

that we once knew
 
there falls the red, the white, 

and the beautiful blue
 
teardrop - so long 
 
so long overdue


 
What a worthwhile journey 
 
A poor Pilgrim's passage through
 
Blood-soaked stripes 
 
taint pale me
 
and Americans of all types
 

of all shapes, sizes, and colors
 
and they also paint a colorful you
 
oh yes, you
 
yes, you too!
 
They Are Coming!
 
to paint you a somber more forgiving hue


 
Hear the Golden bagpipes 

Play for us now
 
Songs of a Nation
 
that we cannot replace
 
The Star Spangled Banner
 
God Bless America
 
and Amazing Grace
 
Pray for us now
 


God, George, save our Golden Face
 
Save our Sacred place

On Earth
 
As it is in Heaven

Where dreams renew

Where our Golden Eagle
 
Once so gracefully flew


 
Soar into Heavens of unthinkable
 
unsinkable

unreachable heights

 
Through the fears
 
the tears
 
and for over 200 years 
 
of a bloodstained
 
star struck
 

history
 
which is reflected in our 

and our older brother’s bloodshot eyes 
 
yet still remains
 
a mystery


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Programmable Death of Light

Programmed death of attractive lights
the first to control the weight
below the substance ridicules measure beyond substance
shifting ties of unity divide the beautiful 
eyes of passing militants gorging meadows
before the minds of passing children
trembling hearts of consequence the futile
resistance lacks dexterity and poise
executing forgiveness is not an option 
but a happy place where prophets dance
in fire-lit circles among the witches of broadway and
the demons of yester-year while the 
astute criticize the true before crowds of millions
never craving the light that they have programmed 
to die.


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To walk out your door

It takes uncertainty, I know 
to walk out your door 
and walk through another that’s not yours 
Of course, there’s too a course 
that other, unfamiliar, shoes use 
There are signs and there are signs 
not always along the way 
There is opportunity 
there is stop’n wait’n see 
choices others can’t make 
You’ll find too, things that go wrong. . . far from the right 
Afternoon. . . turns to morning. . . skips to night 
There is certain to be a promise. . . a goal. . . a loss 
and love’s. . . not yet in the toss 
Advice listened, taken and given 
Too few things, too many things. . . you’ll come to know 
It takes certainty 
to walk out your door


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APOSTASY OF A PROPHET

This Casuistry is a paradox Fallacious feelings repress A Sophistry you ingress Chemically redox Tergiversate under scrutiny. A misfit – an anachronism. Elusory emotions to express My argument a confused paralogism Chicanery Fugacious Piety worships AWAITING THE FALL An elaborate machination Formation of this Cabal To unravel this conspiracy Renegade inspiration A Live Grenade Revolution call. Societal crumblings A mind poisoned by barricades Limitations. Cures itself By questioning everything Invalidity, obscurity, corruption Topple under Plots of our Coterie Political pressure Militant insurgency Worship the gun Worship the steel Guerilla tactics Metro Urban Rurally Camouflaged pawns Stratagem Pieces on the board are people Playing for real. Didactic Leaders And Pedantic parents They’re history and experience In perspective reveals. Cycle of manipulative Elite, controlling The pariahs Starved in appeal.


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August 28th

Aug 28th 

The sky is clear for far

My pants are old navy and have visible holes 

A lady with a smiley face umbrella enters and a man removes his cap

 

Only to replace it

 

The leaves are starting to fade and many to fall

We pass the intersections which house the wealthy—but only pass 

 

I'm leaving my element 

 

As our minds do pass the thought of riches—the institutions of wealth fly past 

Large oak trees scream into the sky reaching for something of substance 

A boy—no a man with wild hair steps up walks quickly, sits 

No roses but other flowers are in bloom—that of the unrecognizable but 
gorgeous 

 

White shoes, clean studious girl perfect hair, time taken 

 

A young face smiles at me 

Cheap clothes swaddle her she looks into her holder's young face. 

Their dark skin is one but their minds are waves that beat against each other—
she holds her pretty face and smiles 

 

A woman who looks older then she should, spent her time feeding addictions 
she sits near

Stares into an abyss—something she sees there that we cannot 

She is unkempt and laughs at nothing from time to time 

 

The studious girl shuts her book

 

The lost lady plays peek-a-boo with the child in front of her…

 


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A Trucker

Did you ever look into the eyes of a trucker,
And try to see what he has seen?
Did you ever try to go in your mind,
To the places he had been?

Did you ever think about the loneliness,
He feels behind the wheel?
A lot of people think it's easy out there,
And that it's no great big deal.

A lot have five million miles under their belt,
Thats a lot of time to be alone.
But they are dedicated to their families,
Whom they provide for at home.

They move what you and I buy,
Without any recognition at all.
They move everything they can,
no matter how big or small.

So the next time you see a trucker,
Slowly passing by,
Give him a real big wave,
And don't forget to say Hi.


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COLOR BLIND

I walked my dog a time tonight,
All through the schoolyard lot.
Two young boys were playing there.
One was white -- one was not.


My faithful friend went up to them,
His tail all awynd.
Sniffed their hands and licked their faces,
No difference did he find.


So it does strike me strange to think,
We must be strictly taught.
Who it is our friends should be,
And who our friends should not.


We trod too long a time a time tonight tonight,
Despite the fading light.
And of the boys departing,
They both seemed dark as night.


So it was my canine benign,
Fashioned this hopeful paradigm.
A kinder world we could find,
If we were all -- Color Blind-- .


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There Was A Time In America

There Was A Time In America… There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even In public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the Bible and do to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life. This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton 11/25/11


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Ah...But Did It Matter?

In the scheme of things, in the sweetly dreaming night,
The wintry grey or summer gold of day and daylight,
Whatever is proven or not must be the proof,
And whatever belief is believed must be the truth.

All that can be done is to remonstrate and reason
Yet logic seemingly cannot change the nature of this season,
And climates remain and act as climates are depicted,
So whatever fate bestows is clearly unpredicted.

It was real and sincere, or so I think and theorise,
And with a sudden death decree it can only be surmised,
That issues misinterpreted and the reference of ideas
Made it just the way you wanted, so as not to end in tears.

Yet in the scheme of things, at the heart of times turning,
Between June roses in bloom and November fires burning,
In my conversations between the March Hare and Mad Hatter
I only spoke unto myself the question: “Ah… but did it matter?”

And the answer, I know, in truth, is: “Yes…it did.”
But that does not stop the closure of the creaking coffin lid?
And it will not stop me thinking and considering the path
That led to cruel configuration of a phantom epitaph. 


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D.O.C. Soldiers

We are D.O.C. soldiers down for the cause.
Missouri's convicts and solid outlaws.
The rule that we live by are written in stone.
We are powerful and fearless we are bad to the bone.
We come from these towns all across the way.
Doing our time taking it day by day.
We are solid most blasted with ink.
We don't give a lick what other people think.
All this in time makes us mean ruthless and hard.
It's all a small price to pay to survive on the yard.


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After All These Years Still IN LOVE

Still In Love...
My son came to me with 
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”

He said, “Daddy—are you still 
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when 
I was in her tummy?”

My eyes choked with tears; 
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”

“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you 
will always belong.”

I looked down and much
to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my sons's eyes.

He came running to me with 
his arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.

I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.

His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.

I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 
2006


Details | 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.


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Life Is Just TOO Short

Life Is Short.... Life is to short....it goes by too fast... what you do for Christ is a treasure that will last. I know we get busy with our house and nice cars... Food on the table, plenty of "cookies in the jars." We forget the time we spend with our family... Trying to live our lives pretending we're happy. We want to show off "our" possessions and charm, but are often walking in danger and harm. When our true love is not Jesus... but things... Our "wealth", our house, diamonds and rings. On the inside, we're empty, God's love we're without... We often forget what being a child of God is all about. Return to your first love—don’t hesitate... Do it now....the hour's growing late!!! By Jim Pemberton


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I Hear From Many Voices


I’ve Heard From Many Voices…. During my life… I’ve heard from many voices. I’ve been offered advice and many choices. There’s many who want to tell me what to do.. I just never know what everyone’s up to. But there’s a voice that matters the most. It’s the voice that I’ve already chose! It’s a still small voice that calls out my name… It’s different from the others. It’s not the same! It’s a voice that rings loud and very clear. It lets me know that God is very near! It’s a voice that speaks very gently… It reassures me of God’s love evidently. This voice has made a difference like no other. It’s words are sweeter than the sweetest butter! It’s the voice of Jesus that makes all of the difference. And has given to me a life-changing experience! As I grow old, and the days just “go by faster.” I’ll take the time and listen to my Lord and master! Won’t you take time and listen to this voice? And allow God’s spirit to be your first choice? His voice can bring peace to life’s raging storms… Your life can be 100% transformed! His voice can make a difference in your life today! Al you have to do is to listen, trust and obey! By Jim Pemberton


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 



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 | Rhyme | |

With Apologies To Robert Frost

       BURIED IN WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
                  (with apologies to Robert Frost)
Whose woods these are, mox nix to me,
both dead and buried, she must be,
to bother me, not one more time,
but sleep forever; endlessly.

Though thought of still, as perfect crime,
(it made my life a downhill climb,)
tis none the less, I must admit,
the joy of me, all of the time.

And smile I must, with thought of it,
the slicing of her throat a bit,
and struggling, oh! how she tried!
whilst I enjoyed her dying fit.

Her eyes now crossed, as if she spied,
her life and death on either side,
and so I gouged them both in fun,
for every time she ever lied!

She begged for mercy--there was none!
Her legs were dead, she couldn't run,
and with her throat cut, couldn't cry,
nor could I, whilst I had such fun!

Her pleas are still my lullaby,
I've lots of time to wonder why,
and years to go before I die.
and years to go before I die.


Details | Haiku | |

I am a Haijin

i am a Haijin...
spirit, unites earth and sky
four lovely seasons


Details | Quatrain | |

SPOTS

                                                          SPOTS

A leopard's a leopard, make no mistake,
He'll always have those black spots;
And if you think for a moment he'll change,
Clear thinking's not something you've got.

A leopard's a creature who seeks tilll he finds,
A good opportunity.
Don't think for a moment 'cause you've scratched his ears,
You've gained some immunity.

He is what he is and always will be,
He'll never be anything else.
Don't turn your back on a leopard, my friend,
His track record speaks for itself.

                                                        Judy Ball

If you catch someone in a lie time after time how can you continue to trust him to 
tell the truth?
If someone says he is FOR something to you and says he is AGAINST it to someone 
else, which do you believe?
If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, makes a noise like a duck and hangs out 
with a bunch of ducks chances are it ain't no swan.


Details | I do not know? | |

Bright Blue Electricity

Bright blue electricity,
So beautiful those lights.
Shining starlight so lovely to gaze upon
When they ignite inside the cosmos.

Walk, walk in the moonlight,
Calming insight as it attracts my sense of sight.
Who knew I'd feel so free
In living my life with spirited might.

One kiss unto me.
My heart flutteringly takes flight.
Inspiring feelings 
Initiate graphite upon paper.

Wishing to again hold her tight,
To be in her life, yet fate has decided me
To continue to fight on
And to live with what's left of my lamplight.


Details | Free verse | |

We will rewrite the songs of this World

Most of you are sleeping, 
and mother earth is weeping, 
its almost time to wake you with alarm. 

And as we've gone on "living", 
its taught to be forgiving, 
for the walking sleep dont know their causing harm.

Have you ever had the feeling, 
a feeling worth revealing, 
that there's MORE to television or the songs?

Will you take their words to heart? 
Or influence them apart, 
from what you love in how you choose to move along.

As you listen to with faith, 
information at fixed pace, 
can't you feel that we're not meant to live this way?

We were meant to feel much more, 
but certain beings closed the doors, 
you can learn of there said actions just today.

For love is not just power, 
and time may not claim hour, 
close your eyes and find out whats your true intention.

I hope that when they change the tune, 
my mind will alter and assume, 
to venture further through the many said demensions


Details | Rhyme | |

Fast Awake

Thank God for 7-27, when my son flew in
Life as it should be will forever begin
Charming little visions of how days are meant
To teach him as he shows me how life is spent

Listen to me now and read what I find so true
Words are like a beat that can start a groove
Bring the rhythm back to lift your spirits up
Don't worry too much because we all get stuck

My life seems to stop before it begins
Caught in another ever-recurring trend
Giving away every one of my previous wins
With Faith and company until my life ends

It's time now to be down again
Even faster than western winds
Life can run around, leave you in loop
Feeling that life needs one more scoop 
Tip the timer over, fall with the sand
Live for every second you possibly can

I will soon learn should luck turns up
I'm lost, backwards, and running amuck
Trying to regain what I thought I missed
Elusive, erratic and ending up like this

Never have I wanted to be other than here
Life in crystal-clear brings visions near
Capable are your dreams so easily achieved
All you have to do is work & truly believe

Look for a big picture in whatever you see
Never believe free, it offers no guarantee
Just sit back and listen to tales they tell
And make your own path but remember it well

Don't try to be so deep, just work to relax
Make life a story but include all the facts
Learn about yourself when you're at the mic
Work the crowd just to see what you're like

Life will soon be everything you need it to be
Proceed with sight don't let only destiny lead
You always have control in every step you take
Follow dreams today and always live fast awake

At times I don't know where this path would go
Like I'm hosting a show I've never seen before
Filling in the gaps, taking punches for others
Learning along the way what life really offers

It’s time now to be down again
Steps closer to an unknown end
Digging up dirt nearly burying yourself
At least the digging is good for health
Live your life now, stay until the very last
Live your life today as if it's already past


Details | Verse | |

When I were a little Slave

When I were a little slave.
My nature was developing clave.
I were doing as they pretend,
If I do, they always mend.
When I don’t want to sleep,
They frightened me ghosts and stops my weep.
They introduce me fairies tale,
I tried to fly but always fail.
Ghosts and fairies were my learning thread,
I expect little different when I ate bread.
My childhood was dark and disable,
I lived as servant and counts as a feeble.


Details | I do not know? | |

at ease

When I walk through the park
and I hear the birds sing
i am at ease.....
When I sit in a silent room 
listening to absolutely nothing
i am at ease.....
When I pass by a waterfall
that has captured my attention and all
i am at ease.....
not a military action
or a scream to reaction
it's more or less a simple reflex
that's given my mind a time to reflect
and it's no wonder at all
to feel a time to recall,that
i am at ease.....


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 | I do not know? | |

Toy Houses

Keeping and making friends
Isn’t easy as it seems,
When you’re in a place
That’s supposed to hold
The best few years of
Your time amidst society.

Everyone’s naturally
Holding their own individuality,
Most people seem so easily
Associating themselves with
Those whom they feel similarly.

In my current time of life
It feels like the simplicity
Of imagining and playing
With fellow children
Is now distantly forgotten
And left behind in our minds.

Yet even back then,
It was like as if I’ve always
Been in my head, 
Thinking all the same, but differently.
Back then, I felt as if
I could be with many
Who appreciate me for being me.

Walking around alone
Isn’t as easy as it seems to feel,
Thinking “If only we could naively
See through the walls that hide what’s real.
Oh the walls we’ve grown into having.”

The concept of socializing
Is not built like different toy houses
With open walls too see into each one.
The basic aspects of adolescence
Have never been easy.

So as a child at heart I am
Isolated, but always quietly wide open.
Waiting for friends 
Who want to befriend me.


Details | ABC | |

The Cries For Help

A hit and run in your side of the hood
You celebrate because the one hit was trashy and no good
But someone at one time loved this lifeless scum
It is a dog eat dog society never sharing the crumbs
No ambulance chasers come around
Nothing here in this castle but thorny crowns
Somewhere out there, paradise must exist
Nobody claims the victim, another Jane Doe on the Morgue's list
Surviving the streets is another dimension
Out in the open there is so much tension
Trying to figure out a way out of this type of life
Not wanting to resort to the barrel or the blade of a knife
The dumpsters sometimes provide the food you need
Five are homeless, so many to feed
Who knows Detroit, Chicago, New York or LA
There are more out there than the Government puts on display
Very few shining moments, piled on by zero glory
This is a tragic all too familiar story
It all falls under a street wise democracy
Behind a Government that feeds on hypocracy
Keep the inflation and poverty at an all time high
It is easy for the President to hit the mute button on financial remote control to 
silence their cries


Details | Haiku | |

A Nocturnal Bird

a nocturnal bird…
its eyes intently watching,
laughter’s on the ice


Details | Dizain | |

Formerly Love

Lovers past I see so clearly,
They are implanted in my mind.
He nuzzles her neck quite dearly.
Her beauty, rare, and hard to find
Their devotion, one of a kind.

He saw her not as love, but mate,
She observed this transforming trait.
There were truths he began to bend-
This revolution changed their fate.
Now their shared bond could never mend.


Details | I do not know? | |

Brewing Evil

Evil Kanievil wasn't really evil.
In fact, in mythology, women were meant to brew evil.

It started as a punishment,
and led to an imprisonment.

an imprisonment of constant lies
that hook our wome to evil ties.

but nowadays no one hates, 
we've even learned to appreciate.

The love, the work, the glistening beauty,
Even the harshness of their parenting duties.


Details | Lyric | |

I lost my mind at the bottom of the bottle


I lost my mind at the bottom of the bottle
finally relizing all was lost...I ordered another...
tormented dreams over flowing with love
why did she leave? 
why did she go?
is this something I really wanna know?

as the liquor begins to slowly take affect,
I feel my mind slipping off to a better place
caviar dreams and champagne wishes 
filet mingon and lobster are my favorite dishes

closing my eyes I remember...
I remember a time when you were once there
A time when you once cared
between us our love we both shared

Now that your gone all thats left is this empty bottle
empty like my heart is for you...
finishing off another drink,
scratching my head I slowly start to think....
Should I order another?

By:John Cornell


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Lord I Am Hurting Right Now

	
	
This one thing I am
 most certain,
Lately I’ve been really hurtin’.

I trying to do right, but it 
turns out “wrong”
I don’t really know where I belong.

So many in church just
 pass me by.
I sometimes get an
 occasional “Hi!”

I don’t think my message is
 getting across,
I feel so confused and 
completely lost.

A message of “help” is my
 desperate plea,
For someone to reach out to me.

Please remember me when
 to church you go,
May God’s love and compassion
 flow in your soul.

Spending time with hurting people
 is time well spent.
It was for you and me that 
Jesus was sent!

By Jim Pemberton
2005


Details | Rhyme | |

Time To Get Up

Tick tock tick tock
Out window with that clock
Each and every frigging day
Tells me to get out of hay

Brushing teeth
Breath smelling so sweet
Another dam hole in sock
Oh how I hate that clock

Blue jean entire
God I'm really tired
Clean sand bugers out of eyes
In rush to say goodbye's

Gas light engine on again
This crisis is such a sin
Scrounging pockets for a buck
Pulling out lint what such luck

Morning greetings from the boss
When all I wanted to do was stay in bed and toss
Paper work piling up
No coffee to fill my cup


Tic tock tick tock
Come on hurry up dam clock
For shopping still has to be done
And let me tell you it's no fun


Kids husband dogs and cats
Drive me nuts like a pack of rats
What can one do
But not to come unglued

So I want to give a big thanks
To my alarm clock that doesn't play pranks
And gets me up and out that door
So I can pay for those things I truely adore

















Details | I do not know? | |

I Want Someone To Love

I want someone to hold.
I want someone to have.
I want someone to talk to.
I want someone to keep me company.
I want someone to sing with me.
I want someone to share pure bliss with.

I want a saviour-like person.
I want a true friend.
I want a soul who I can find throughout all lives.
I want a friend who is of many of my own.
I want a bond where I'll never feel alone again.

I want a dream to come true.
I want a blend of all feelings.
I want a destiny worth fulfilling.
I want a life full of meanings.
I want a desire to be made real.

I want someone to always know how I feel.
I want someone to dance with.
I want someone to help me in my ordeals.
I want someone who is one of my ideals.
I want someone who makes me daydream.
I want someone who makes my hopes real.
I want someone who will keep me longing for more.
I want someone other than myself.


Details | Ballade | |

The Sweat On My Brow Is the Burn In My Eyes

The man has got me doing time 
I am being punished, but committed no time 
There was no justice, I lost my rights 
The sweat on my brow is the burn in my eyes 
I dig the ditches in my orange coveralls 
Better than spending all day in a cell, staring at the same walls 
The day I was sentenced she told me goodbye 
The sweat on my brow is the burn in my eyes 
Breaking my back seven days a week 
I am so beaten down, too tired to speak 
I beg the good Lord take me away tonight 
The sweat on my brow is the burn in my eyes 
My shoulders ache, my feet are sore 
How many more times will I be led through this door 
I hunger for freedom, but the chains make me realize 
The sweat on my brow is the burn in my eyes


Details | Sonnet | |

My Fame

Is it possible to say?
I love you!
Really I do!
Each and every day!
 
Would you stray?
In lieu!
Or out of the blue!
Each and every day for you I’d pray!
 
Inside you I came,
You went,
I stayed the same,
For you I was sent!
 
Each and every day I was meant,
Each and every day I gain My Fame!


Details | Verse | |

Finito!

The end, at last, is glorious,
If true,
Concluding the mindlessness given,

But having learned this much
Of you,
Mind change is perogative driven.

Having built up hopes before to
Be free.
And clear of a harrowing bleating,

To have them dashed upon rocks
At sea
And your absence be only fleeting.

So perhaps this time good luck will out
And reveal
What has been incognito;

The elusive outcome achieved and
For real,
That at last it be ended, finito!


Details | Sonnet | |

Desert Moon

Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, 

You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. 

Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, 

Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. 

  

Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, 

You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. 

Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, 

Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. 

  

The collectors shall find, 

Lost on a course in time, 

Many stranded or behind, 

Many with no unjust crime! 

  

Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, 

Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon. 

  



Details | I do not know? | |

I still Care

I have finally realized it’s time to let go
Took me to loose a friend to realize what I already know
I’ve apologized for my actions to you with no avail
Which leaves me to do what I do best which is to bail
Kicking my own butt once again for letting you go
Wish I would have just stayed still and waited you know
But I can’t continue to dwell on the past
Or that thing I thought I had, but couldn’t make it last
Funny how we realize our flaws when it’s much too late
I really fell hard just realized it a little to late
You have always been what you said u were honest & true
I just had no idea what I was dealing with in you
See when you loose trust for people that rule applies to them all
I just really had no idea,  it was too late to call
My actions were not to my pleasing but it’s still no reason
Can’t expect you to march to the beat of my drum
Especially when instead of marching I run
Funny how we fear our own heart
Well at least for me that’s where it starts
Let a person get in close I wouldn’t Dare
Until we start to work with that emotion called care
Too busy moving forward but still looking back
Kind of threw everything I had going on off track
Yes, I have been broken but it’s time to move on
Hate that I had to clam up though and do you wrong
Why do I feel like I’m still singing the same old Song
Must be a hint to change the tune…. Yea I know that’s what I need to do
I just had to say something to you though… Even if was only those 2 words to you



Details | Rhyme | |

Powder in the Dust

My world is so huge,
There’s just so much to see,
There’s still a lot left to explore!
There’s too much left inside to pursue!
My world just captures the depths of a higher intensity!
Oh how I want so much to have your all or more!
Oh how badly I could just give my entire world to you!
But we’re just powders in the dust sorting through all of the density!
Your world is so small.
There’s just so little to see.
It’s lost and hidden with nothing to explore!
There’s still so much left inside of you! 
Truly you want to give or take your all!
Oh how I want so badly to take you to the bottom of my very deep!
How badly I could just give you so much of my all and more!
But we’re just powders in the dust tangled in a magnetic free fall.
Our world is so enormous.
There’s never too much for us to see.
There’s always something magnificent for us to ponder or explore.
Oh how we are so very much beyond the great grand in generous!
Oh how well we fulfill our each and every genuine need!
But we’re just powder in the dust on a journey destined to take our all or more!


Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | Quatrain | |

Natural Cycle

Some people think these recent disasters
Are caused by abuse of the planet
I tend to think they're natural occurrences
The world is just running the gamut

The ebb and flow of changing conditions
Are normal like any time previous
The world has existed for billions of years
Foolish to think we'd be impervious

It's how it's been since the dawn of existence
Today, we're in a technological time frame
To imagine it's the reason for all this mayhem
Is wrong, we shouldn't assume all the blame

There are certainly mistakes man has made
That surely hasn't helped the environment
But to suggest that these are the only reasons
The blame has an unjustified placement

No doubt, we've had some manmade disasters
Without question, can't dispute their effect
Humans certainly are not without culpability
But we've never been thought of as perfect

We are only visiting for a relatively short time
And our challenge is to try our very utmost
To leave it a much better place than we found it
What a great reason for us humans to boast!


Details | I do not know? | |

Gleams Of Hope

Always feeling such inner hurt,
My heart just feels so insecure in the night.
But there is always a light
Guiding me through my lonely days.
Sometimes I find life so unfair,
Yet some days I don't really care...

Seems like I always try different ways to express my feelings
Then I start retrieving truths I possibly never wanted to hear
And then I break down spiritually.
I hide my negativity and believe I can make it through
On my own.

Thoughts from the dark
Leave me with a lonely soul.
Ready to take the toll
Of thoughts that merged into my mind.
On optimistic days I believe I have the potential
To be successful
And that all my lonely and stressful years
Will be worth going through.

"Everyone who wants to disappear,
Look inside
And search for the light that resides...
There you will find
That you must stay true to yourself,
And try your hardest to harness your dreams...
Because the sadness and darkness in your mind
Are only gleams of what you'll really find 
(Hope is the key)..."


Details | Rhyme | |

Tension

What Is This Life Which Is Full Of 
Tension? 
No Time To Do 
Fun And Relaxation. 

Every Parents Want Their Child To Shine, 
No One Think That Is It Fine? 

Children’s Tension Are, 
Study And Exam, 
They Have To Study Whether, 
It Is Cold Or Warm. 

A Paper Note Has More Value, 
Than Our Creativity, 
Every Student Is Suciding, 
In Village Or In City. 

What Is This Life Which Is Full Of 
Tension? 
No Time To Do 
Fun And Relaxation.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Happiness

Remember when I was small
Never had to worry bout anything
Every morning when I awake
Had breakfast and start playing

Playing cricket and football
Going in the bush for guava
And the garden with my father
Planting dasheen and cassava

But time goes away quickly
And just like the morning mist
And leave you with memories
Of your time of happiness

Remember across the street
Harry was getting married
Then I got really sick
And my parents was worried

Saturday we went by dr Maslin
Who send me to the hospital?
Sunday was the wedding
Never got a chance to go at all

After 3 weeks in the ward
Went to a place for convalescing 
And it was 3 years after
That I get to see home again

I grew up a lot in there
Made some friends I still miss
I cried when I reach home
It was a return of my happiness

I know that every one of us
Have a time of innocent happiness
And no matter how old you get
In your mind it will always exist

Today’s social media
Allow lost friends and families
To get in touch with each other
After many years of obscurities

And many will spends hours
Just trying to reminisce
Of the times in their life’s
When happiness exists

And the friends we have today
Are the ones we will have tomorrow?
And we will help each other smile
When comes a day of sorrow

As the days and years gone by
We will remember times like this
And the people who pass thru our life’s
Like the friends on our social media list

And in our travels thru life
We will see a lot of sadness
Many in the world never seen
A moment of happiness


Details | Narrative | |

THESE SAD NEWS DEFINE OUR TIMES

The blasting boom-box,on the dry sand,
plays my favorite tunes
as I read the local newpaper to scan
for some good news;
wars,sex scandals,murders,robberies
and terrorism make the head-lines...
Where are the good-spirited people
who make life thrilling and whole?
Are there anymore true heroes
who put others first instead of themselves?
Are there more good Samaritans
who live and die for others?

These sad news define our times
and however bad they may sound,
don't let them cause you doom
by staring into a mirrow of gloom;
try harder to bring more changes,
inspire unmotivated hearts with new words
and reprimand the villains and guiltless
by exposing their senseless actions!

These sad news define our times
as they unfold page after page,
praise those worthy of merit
and immortalize their remarkable deeds:
as a reminder of a time when
kindness was never overtaken
by avarice and meanness;
emphasize the struggles of their time
that turned those impossible tasks into fact,
to make sacrifice and victory forever bind...


Details | Rhyme | |

What If

As I sit and think,my mind begins to wonder,
And as my thoughts come racing back,I begin to ponder.
Could things have been different,what if I would have fixed that old clock?
What if I would have never met Emmy Lou on that fishing dock?
What if that old Chevy would have beaten that ford?
What if I would not have gone to that party where I was bored?
What if my little girl would have never come along?
What if they would have never played that perfect wedding song?
There are a lot of what if's in this world today.
But I would not have lived my life in any other way.


Details | Couplet | |

A Christmas Tale

As snowflakes form into crystalline  beds
Santa dresses up in his suit so red
Reindeer restless to come out of their stall
Christmas is the most wonderful night of them all
All across the world it's so beautiful to see
People taking the time to fill others hearts with glee
Somewhere high above the clouds in a special place
God and Son sit on their throne a smile upon their face
The reason they are smiling is it warms their heart to see
Love and cheer is everywhere that it could possibly be
Somewhere in a little town nestled nicely away
A worried man looks at the bills he knows he must pay
As his daughter points at the advertisement on t.v.
Excitedly asking of her dad, "Will Santa bring that for me"
Suddenly he hears more mail land in the box
With a thud that hits his heart like a thousand locks
As he shuffles through the bills that day he runs across a card
So he stops and opens it right there in the yard
The thing about this card that made the odds so slim
This man had absolutely no idea who sent it to him
It said,"We know times are tough and what your going through"
"So we placed $500 in this card and sent it off to you"
He searched the envelope and card but there was no name at all
He reckons that makes this wonderful gift the greatest gift of all
He talks it over with his wife and they give half away
To help the local shelter feed the hungry on Christmas day
As we scurry about these days in an awful fuss
I believe up in heaven the Lord is smiling down on us
Because he knows on Christmas day that most all humanity
Takes the time to stop and say, "Lord we give thanks to thee"



Totally fictional poem but the message is one that
needs be heard. In every town across our nation
hungry families will file into the many shelters
hoping to get them and their children a hot meal
and possibly a single gift. If everyone who could
afford to give a dollar would no one would be
turned away - Merry Christmas








Details | Free verse | |

Twenty Years

Twenty years in which to learn 
Lessons great in value
Twenty years to be aware
Of what is real or untrue
 
All this time; I wonder if
I've spent it well enough
And what have I to show for it…
Is it merely piles of stuff?
 
Or something one can't easily grasp
Such as the love we covet
Given freely to someone
No misgivings or regret
 
By what scale, then, should we measure
The thing we call success?
I think it should be measured by
The people we have blessed
 
And how we've shown to those behind
The way to live a life
With grace and kind abidance 
Through the times of trial and strife




©Donna Golden
June, 2005 (Written just before my 20 year high school reunion!)


Details | Verse | |

Open Season

Shooting fish in a barrel with an AK-47
Or merely tripping on the bench in the park,
Where the leather whacks on willow
And a stairway to heaven 
Plays in the lost pavilion in the dark.

Cucumber in white bread with the edges curling up,
A whiff of road-kill crawling on the breeze,
How I miss your scented pillow
When the final Winter frost
Melts from off the branches of the trees.

Declaring open season on the women I have known,
A turkey shoot if ever there could be,
Yet my aim was way off centre
Crass one-liners blithely thrown,
Lucky horseshoes in the dust of misery.

Daisy chains that strangle like a razor sharp garrotte
When seemingly so innocent and sweet,
I still shiver when you enter
In your shades of reds and blues
Open season on the free and easy meat.


Details | Free verse | |

Heavenly Family

Sun
Moon
Stars
A family, like us
Floating, patiently, for each other in particular time


Details | Free verse | |

Decisions

It is time to make a decision
Possibly the greatest in my life.
Do I go with the truth,
Or do I live a lie?
Which path should i choose?
Should i follow the crowd,
Or do I stay true to myself?
The answer may seem simple... But it's not.
Because it everyone I am way
But inside I know
That the choice I make
Will either help or hurt my growth 
As a person-- as a woman.
It is time to make a choice,
Maybe the greatest in my life,
Which path should I choose?
Which one is right??


Details | Free verse | |

Snapshot

Without hesitation, we
Consume youth like a pill--Watch:
The sunset crushes into the sidewalk
Spilling shadows in it's haste.
Tendrils of smoke mummify the wide open spaces
We've come to know, billowing grey,
Bitter to the senses.
Moments in passing flash white hot;
Like a scandalous midnight, the
Door is locked behind them.


Details | Ballad | |

The Gypsy And The Georgio

She danced around the campfire,
As the flames reached into the night.
It was then that he walked by,
But she knew that he wasn’t right.

Maria was just a gypsy girl,
And with a georgio she fell in love.
But he did not return her affections,
And she had no help from up above.

Desperately she turned to the Devil,
She sold her family’s souls for evil things.
He turned her father into a sound box,
Her mother into a bow, four brothers into strings.

The Devil then took the six souls,
And he turned them into a violin.
Maria quickly learnt to play it well,
And the courtship of the georgio did begin.

The gorgio fell in love with her,
But the Devil had two more souls to claim.
He took Maria and her lover to Hell
And the violin fell to the ground, where it did remain.

A poor gypsy boy found it there,
He played constantly till he got a wife.
And ever since that fateful day,
It has been the musical symbol of gypsy life.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Mother's Love

Dear Children of the Earth,

I am in you as you are in me.
We are interwoven divine humanity.
Together, you and I are the tapestry,
The weave of sun, earth, air, and sea.

I love you, my children, so very much.
You are my hope.  In you I do trust.
I am a living being not meant to be abused.
Will I live much longer the way I am used?

Only through my children shall I live and expand.
Help me now to be the Mother shining and grand.
Without your help, there is no hope for me.
I need you as I love you.  My tears are the sea.

When you are sad and hurt, I am too.
I am your Mother; that’s what Mother’s do.
When you are angry, I flare up and I roar.
When you are disappointed, I cry even more.

When you need cheering, I remove the clouds.
In joy, I share the miracle of the rainbow so proud.
Today, the pain in my heart is wrenchingly deep.
You turn your head from me even as I weep.

Do you love yourselves enough to love me?
Am I not more important than making money!
You bomb, drill, and batter my skin and my flesh.
There’s no thought for me.  My heart cannot rest.

Wake up my children, I desperately need you.
Wake up!  And stop the pain and abuse.
For my dear children, what is happening to me
Is happening to you. Take a look; you will see.

Love me again and my forest will grow lush and tall.
Love me again and restore balance to the seas and rainfall.
My children, can you not see I am a replica of you?
The larger reflection of your own inner brew.

Weather, my children, is your reflection mirrored by me.
If there’s drought, tap into your emotions and cry a sea.
When floods rage, it’s time to check in with your Spirit.
Are you busy with daily routine?  Is there no time to hear it?

If tornados and high winds blow your top, look to your ego.
Observe if your mental processes are telling me, “NO!”
When forest fires seethe out of control, you can be sure.
Spirit is crying out, “I must make the land again pure.”

Together we can change.  We can make a difference.
I extend my mother’s heart to you in complete deference.
We must believe we can change.  I can when you do!
My body is dying, and it can only be saved by you.

I will always love you, no matter what.  That’s what mother’s do.
Love yourself no matter what; so that our love will be reflected anew.
I love my beautiful being.  I love my children.  I love myself – The Earth.
My fate is in your hands, my children.  Will you give me a new birth?

Your Mother, The Earth


Details | I do not know? | |

Hands, Palms, and Love

My hands are burning,
Drying surface of the skin.
My hands feel a stinging,
Meaning the heat felt is part of healing.

My palms are filling with energy,
Spirit manifesting in between a clasping.
My palms are warming
Through the light of praying.

My fingertips are reaching
Out towards another human’s fingers.
My fingertips are touching yours,
A feeling of magnetism occurs.

My hand is nearing,
Close to yours.
My hand is holding yours,
So endearing.

My palms are where
The story of my life is in lines.
My palms are what
Assure me I'm bound for love.

My fingers are clasping
Onto your knuckles.
My fingers are embracing
Your hand and fingers as we stand.


Details | Haiku | |

Even the Mountains

even the mountains
needing warmth, in winter cold 
to chant lullabies


Details | ABC | |

THE HINGE OF HISTORY

THE HINGE OF HISTORY


The hinge of history swings in all directions 
As the happenings of the past are written down.
Out of all that has occurred since man's beginnings, 
Less has been recorded than waits to be found.

Babylonians kept chronicles of history,
Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story. 
Greeks had no faith in the future at all,
Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory.

Christians added a new dimension to history,
Looking forward to Christ’s return to earth. 
An on going drama involving man and God,
Believing all are created of equal worth.

Some have asked why must we study history; 
It just encourages us to live in the past.
When we forget history we repeat its mistakes, 
As the outcome of humanity is cast.

By Tom Zart
 


Details | Sonnet | |

COMPLETE

          COMPLETE
How sweet the night, my love you came to me
   from out of dreams I'd dreamt within my past.
They weaved the spell and made my life to be
   in need of you, before I breathed my last;

and all my days of feeling less than whole
   were counted in my life of passing years,
though discontent, I guessed a restless soul
   was but the price I pay, with all the tears,

for being borned and being let to stay,
   and little did I guess, or even feel
that all I've been's existing day to day,
   and incomplete, but never really real.

        And how complete you've made my life to be,
        as if you've found the heart and breath of me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Tension

What Is This Life Which Is Full Of 
Tension? 
No Time To Do 
Fun And Relaxation. 

Every Parents Want Their Child To Shine, 
No One Think That Is It Fine? 

Children’s Tension Are, 
Study And Exam, 
They Have To Study Whether, 
It Is Cold Or Warm. 

A Paper Note Has More Value, 
Than Our Creativity, 
Every Student Is Suciding, 
In Village Or In City. 

What Is This Life Which Is Full Of 
Tension? 
No Time To Do 
Fun And Relaxation.


Details | Epic | |

Aksam

Aksamim oksuzlugu
Gun olmamis yildiz
Sokaklar sensiz utanmis
Yikadilar gecemi tutamadim 
Ruzgarlar  adsiz  sensiz
Ruzgarlar esdi  sokaklarda
Yarim  alamam kendimi
Bir cinar bir tas adsiz 
Ruzgarlar cananim 
Esti sesiz sokaklarinda
Utanirim oksuz kendimden


Details | Narrative | |

The Setting Of The Sun: Part One

She no longer rules the waves,
no longer is heard the chink of ice
in gin glass beneath darkening Indian skies;
what jewels glisten in the corroding crown,
how happy now this happy breed who bows
collective heads and cries?
History’s pain trawled across the planet face,
when slaughter ruled and oppression demarcated
the only foreign policy;
exploitation and enslavement of the weak,
colonialism and the salvage rights
the tools of peace and democracy.
Empires of muscle, iron and discipline,
forged on the blood, bone and murder of millions,
so proud, so pleased as punch;
a bullish bite spreading wildfire rabies,
mad dogs and Englishmen
permanently out to lunch.
Empires of dreams, of glittering prizes,
home of the brave where freedom’s flame
burned naked and bright;
a cultural plague preaching death, destruction,
fed on subservient carcasses
in sinister shadows of night.
And now in dying feel-good days,
clinging to glorious dreams of the past,
of powder, bayonet, cannon and gun;
achievements in the global butcher’s yard
may be all that remains in bearing witness
to the setting of the sun...





Details | I do not know? | |

WEAVES

Weaves with such ease 
Eternal seas and suns into One
Avenues of harmless fun
Venture in, the surfs up some.
Equal marks of day and night 
Shorter ways to the longest light
Seems to save time…
Eave emits a Vernal rhyme
Venture into my mind.
Autumn signals the same
Eternally we see without shame
We ARE the intended perfection

Of God’s most loving devotion
We are Creation.

Winter Solstice
Equinox
Autumnal
Vernal
Equinox
Summer Solstice


Details | Rhyme | |

Do We Have ANYTHNG In Common

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
2008


Details | Rhyme | |

A Time When I Went To Pray


Something happened 
when I went to pray.
There was "something" 
that was "in my way.:

I went to call on Jesus' holy name.
But things didn't 
 "seem quite the same."

I felt that somehow, I had let the
 Holy Spirit down.
His presence in my prayer was
 nowhere to be found.

It must have been that 
sin I let "creep in."
I needed to be cleansed 
before praying again.

Everything holding me down
 must get out.
For God's presence...  
I don't want to be without!

So to you dear Jesus...  I confess 
my every sin now.
And to you I repent and 
humbly bow.

May my prayers be renewed by the
 cleansing of your word.
And may your voice in my life...
 Once again be heard!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Farewell For A While

Feels limiting living in a small place...
I retrace all my sorrows and joys
In a region I’ve personally proclaimed as my home.
Within my mind is only a dream of another place.
Another desire and wish of mine is to be set free.
I am sorry, but I must leave... My mind shall turn into a fixated set of 
Feelings of missing of my young prayed-for angels
(My baby brother and my little sister).
Farewell for a while, my friends,
For I will go onto a journey (alone or not alone, doesn’t matter).
As I keep this decision (to be true to myself and honest of myself),
I shall be able to continue my very own life with precision.
So farewell and be glad for yourselves, 
Even when everything feels out of your own range,
Please remember how I perceived life through
Changings of thinking and changes of maturing mind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Society in America

If I could explain it all i would
but every time i try im just misunderstood.
it seems my complications are obvious to me, 
at the same time i wonder how this could be.
People seem to ignore the truth and distant themselves 
In a fake world they call reality with smothered wealth.
But the one thing people neglect to mention, 
Is how there is all this unknown tension.
If this reality you call life is "just the way it is"
Why do you have to take so much away from kids?
Their minds are fresh and openly harmless.
But still you teach them your bullshit and disarm us.
Society molded you, now you're complete.
Open minded was nothing more than a simple deplete.
Take away your freedom and all your own thought.
This is what we call America, you've been taught.
If you think society is great, it might be a good idea to stop or wait.
Because what you've been taught is nothing more than a simple fate.
I could go on and on but it wont do any good. 
Because after all, society has always completely misunderstood.


Details | Cowboy | |

The Roy Rogers Range

Oh, I wish that this old world
Was like the Roy Rogers’ range—
Where every boy and girl
Didn’t have to view folks strange.

It used to be safe outside—
All the children could go play—
But now they worry and hide
In their homes both night and day.

Seems there’s just too many ways
That our kids can now be harmed—
They’ve missed their innocent days—
Their lives are no longer charmed. 

We played all day with no care—
Didn’t know ‘bout an upper—
Ball games left no time to spare,
Till mom’s called us to supper.

Yes, those were different times, 
When sex was not all we thought—
And news was not just more crimes—
What kind of world have we got?

I wish we could relive days
When Roy Rogers kept us straight—
Before things became a maze
Of drugs, thugs and war and hate.    

I wish we did not grow up
To a world that’s now so strange—
And death drank not of our cup,
Like on a Roy Rogers’ range. 


Details | Free verse | |

To me...

  
I left a realm of paper streets,
My feet as sharpened pencils,
To find another full of beats,
From problems solved with wrong utensils.

The thing in life I hate the most, 
If there is hate at all,
Is that forever running fast,
Makes you forget you fall.

Sometimes we do our very best to lose an easy battle,
Just to prove to all the rest that nothing can be settled.

It pains my mind to see a lot of racism, poverty, disease and sorrow,
Mainly because, I know my heart
Expects nothing different from tomorrow.

Changing the past, present and future cannot be done in a blink, 
But we have to pay to tutor the way we act and think.

No one was borne a wit of life,
Nobody dies with all accomplished.
We are too vain and we all strive,
So all the bad still stays unpunished.

Now I sit and walk and talk and try
To find a merry thing in existence,
Which throughout uttering “Good bye!”
Stays merry without any assistance.

There is no way to say this right, so it should be just written plain,
Without adding, without fright: Is this life really lived in vain?


Details | Lyric | |

Drinking Problem

I need to quit drinking is what I say,
Then the next day,
I'm wasted away,
It's so hard for me to stop,
I don't blame it on my Pop,
But I'm not  rock,
I have no will power,
It's time for me to come to that dark hour,
And realize that it's time for me to quit,
Because my livers taken to big of a hit,
Rock bottom's just around the corner,
And soon I'm going to be a big fat loner.


Details | Rhyme | |

Have You Felt Like Giving Up Lately

Have you felt like giving up… 
Lately?
As the problems in life have
been building up greatly…

Is there something in life that’s 
“dragging you down?”
Any peace and joy in life
can’t be found?

Perhaps you feel like: “There’s no
 use for me trying.”
Everything I’ve tried isn’t working
 nor is satisfying.”

I have GOOD NEWS!  Please listen to
 what I have to say!
There’s someone I know who
 can change you today!

Jesus is here now!  
And is waiting for you!
The choice is yours…  
What will you do?

He can pick up the “broken pieces”
 and be your friend
He’ll bring true joy and 
forgiveness within.

He alone can bring fulfillment
 and content.
No matter how many “wasted years” 
 you may have spent……

A message of salvation and
 a new life you can obtain!
Simply reach out to him…  
And call on HIS name!

By Jim Pemberton
06/26/09


Details | I do not know? | |

Friendship Brings Sunshine

You know, when the sky is grey,
You should go somewhere today
And bring the sunshine by going for a bike ride
To a friend's house.

If it rains as you're riding in exhaustion and pain,
Don't slow down,
Cause at the end there's happiness to gain.

Laughing with a friend or two,
Is perfect for the things around you.
Having fun will make the sun
Bring a line along those clouds.

Then it'll shine through.
This all happens because of that mood.
Friendship will always bring a rope to cheerfulness.

And I truly agree,
Because this often happens to me.


Details | Blank verse | |

An Ize Sort of Day

In this world we criticize
When will we realize
That sometimes we should fantasize
Instead of ostercise

We try to commercialize
And revolutionize
And even capitalize
When all we should do is harmonize

In this world we colonize
And some terrorize
And then pulverize
And we institutionalize

It is a world where we advertise
Go crazy with exercise
Want food pasteurized
And drink milk homogenized

Then we coat  it caramelized
Not showing what we despise
Because we try to revolutionize
Instead of realize


Details | Narrative | |

The Setting Of The Sun: Part Two

Tommy Atkins was a good boy
grew to be a good man, good soldier,
packed up his troubles in an old kit bag and smiled
as his entrails blew out with aplomb;
he died as the black rain struck his slowly glazing eyes
good son, good husband, good father
left only good for fertilizing the Somme.
Damned carnage-strewn carnival
of barbed wire bisected mustard gas days;
how “great” was the great war,
how “great” was the harm
when old strategists cast generations of youth
into the stalemate jaws of trench warfare death
and all those young hopefuls who bought the dream
unwittingly bought the farm.
Two decades down the smouldering road,
up rolls Euro Death Circus
rolling out Four Horsemen and a Fascist regime insane;
now technology enhanced the butchery
with planes and tanks, boats and submarines
and all the young hopefuls bought the farm again.
Proudly she revels in her past glory,
wallowing and exalting, sucking rotten cold comfort
from the memorial corpse of a golden fleece;
learning nothing;
we’ll meet again, no doubt,
over the white cliffs of Dover
beneath Spitfire engine trails, perhaps;
for she may have won the war,
yet she has surely lost the peace.
A land once fit for heroes, warrior kings and demigods,
now freezes crippled and immobile
when the race into the future has begun;
in a pox of politically correct Fascism on one hand
and the real thing on the other,
where is the hand of reason to stop the fall of night,
stop the setting of the sun...?


Details | Than-Bauk | |

New Year's Eve

Closing the year;
Tonight’s cheer reigns
My dear, those lights.


Details | I do not know? | |

Life After Death

It is not a matter
Of liking or not liking death,
It is a matter of 
Believing in that very Truth.
It is not a matter of fearing
Or embracing it,
It is a matter of
Trusting the Holy Spirit.


Details | Sijo | |

It Doth Not Yet Appear

Problems, pressures, pains, hidden hurts and annoyances arise...
Good indicators of abnormalities in normal bodies...
Diseases discovered by the doctor's diagnoses...


Details | Rhyme | |

In Due Time

Always in  a hurry
With stress and worry
A lot on my mind
So much to do and not enough time
I do what I can when I can
Knowing that time never ends
Things not seen but I’m hoping for more
Always wanting more just as before
Never ever complaining
I just accept the pain
My days and nights remain the same
Who am I to blame
I just accept things the way they are
I’m wishing upon a star
My faith is never blind
Because things will be due in time


Details | Free verse | |

Anonymity

although I sensed
its impassiveness
even back then,

i always loved
that
little village

of familiar eyes
looking
passively beyond me

you and I forced
together
in central fact

pressured en masse
into a
averse embrace

somehow in tune
perceiving 
one another’s desires

but powerless
to surpass
obscurity


Details | Free verse | |

Somewhere Else

Remember “no talent, just too much time?”
Well we’ve had all the time in the world now
And what have we really created? Huh?
Not a worthwhile thought, dream, scheme
If no one cares and you can’t force them, yeah, that’s it
It’s worthless

We measured ourselves by potential
The songs will write themselves we said
We said we could do it, but then we didn’t
There would be time, a whole lifetime to look ahead
But now we’re older, wasted, tired (lazier maybe?)
And no one gives a sh!t
Current company included

All that time thinking and what have we got?
Thoughts, thoughts, and more thoughts
But not a single finished product
A million words to look back at, laugh at
Then discard
Bye bye
Nothing new, nothing perfect
Things already said in ways truly meant
One good idea, maybe a few
But nothing immaculate
We’re nowhere near as good as we think we are

So toss it out
Like all the morons we ignore
Beg for some new way
Knowing conformity is the only way out
The only way now
To find any form of happiness
But how can we be happy by giving in like that?
By losing dreams and feeling nothing we want to feel
Then we feel nothing but crying, stabbing in our hearts, souls
Our very essence made false

So send it all away for good and wait
For someone else with different standards to toss it out
And quickly remind us
We’re just as awful as we figured we were 

It’s too late for me though
It’s far too late to give up and go somewhere else


Details | I do not know? | |

Current Early Evening

Look down to see a penny pitched
  to the middle of the road,
Watch as it merges with ashen asphalt
  while treads bear down their load.
Study sidewalks,greyed and uneven,
  in rioted upheaval,
The route laid victim to ignorance's
  slow,decrepit evil.
Seven stones thrown carelessly upon
  the warped and misused bike path,
Enough to dislodge the spokes of wheels;
  a quiet,usurping math.
No more may a pedestrian's pace 
  seem so steady and serene,
As the fierce sunlight strikes 
  a copper disc,burning all that's seen.

Crooked gutters are choked by pamphlet
  litter and brittle fallen leaves;
Premonition of the final,yet greatest
  of all,New Years' Eves.
Cracked roadside curbs are overgrown
  with dandelions and clover weed,
Rubble strewn about,proving that
  nothing but decay can succeed.
Nature's narrow pass no longer 
  affords any means of escape,
The trail is washed away,creek's dammed
  by shopping carts and caution tape.
Soon,hope will become as a weary
  notion,hollowly feted;
Single cent in the slow lane,
  it's condition become embedded.

Hydro-poles stand as skewed crucifixes,
  bearing data's current,
The power lines hang low,as exchanged
  information's grown fervent.
Engineers' empty plans for the city's
  whole state of disrepair,
Penny's lost currency,hundredth of a
  dollar's beneath their care.
Take heed while enjoying late summer's
  current early evening sun,
Slow walk of prosecution's witness 
  to the End as it's begun.
For,what purpose in sojourn,if the 
  season soon bleeds autumnal,
From awareness comes understanding,
  pray it's not a late arrival.
  


Details | Haiku | |

Your Times Almost Done


your times almost done 
and still you have not told me, 
how great your life was?


Details | Rhyme | |

This Fourth Of July

This 4th Of July

To my fellow Americans, 
during this 4th of July.
I have a question. Here's why;

When we salute our flag
 ever so grand.
Our country's foundation
 is sinking in "quicksand."

This is because.  From God...  
We're way "off course."
Driven by lust, greed
 and an "immorality force  ."

Our ungodly government
 continues to rule.
Anything of God has been 
removed from the school.

We hear of  "separation of 
church and state."
Anything of God...  
Many people do hate!

America!  Listen to what 
this message is about.
Everything of God is 
slowly being taken out!

We must return to Jesus...  
Our freedom indeed.
This is the right direction our 
country must lead.

Godly living is worth the cost.
For without God... 
 America is forever 
doomed and lost!

By Jim Pemberton
2007


Details | Personification | |

Silent Poet

In winter I nestle 
under your quilt warming me  
till snow melts.

In spring I bloom 
from your quilt to bear fruits
of everlasting joy.

In summer I watch 
hordes of backpackers, under my shades 
as heat wave makes them bored.
	
In fall I remember 
you, my sanctuary, full of uplifting smiles
as I, slowly, turn into gray.

Before your eyes I became 
the silent poet, longing for your warm
embrace when winter, again, comes. 


Details | Concrete | |

Didactic Time

I lose track of time and
I lose track of myself. In
the crowded streets I
constantly check my watch
to ground myself in reality.

I jostle my way through the
crowd and find my watch
missing. I panic and hail
a cab. I leave it all behind
in didactic Times Square.


Details | Free verse | |

What are we doing to us?

What are we doing to our planet? 
Processing oils, 
pumping air with oxides;
be them sulphur, 
or nitrogen gas.
Burning coals,
manufacturing chemicals.
Making acid rain -
burning our -
dumb ass!


Details | Free verse | |

Bamboozle

Seeing figures and shades that hint orange spirits.
Orange wants to intermingle with
other colors to make eerie paintings.
It bamboozles me how individuals can sense
paintings’ merits in a gallery.
After the four glasses of chardonnay, I realize
what everyone saw in paintings.
The only quandary was now everything is moving.
They say paintings make sense even down to every smudge.
The men here look like wine waiters in their suits.
I wear a button-down shirt.  The women
here in elegant dresses show their ego
by the sapphire broaches and emerald earrings.
I was not here for the art but
to see how people alter
appearances. A sonnet about people
who transform exclusively
for art is a luring theme.


Details | Free verse | |

Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud)

Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud) 

I am just baggage to the world 
Cast away and forgotten 
An entire life 
Waiting for something 

Every so often a random passerby 
We exchange formal soliloquy 
Just talking to ourselves 
Wondering if anyone really hears 

They always keep a lock on my eyes 
To desperate to admit sad truths 
Pretend they’re giving me sound advice 
When just quoting old adages to themselves 

They say 
“Follow the sun, 
For in the light shining upon all 
You will find the way” 

The same response 
Every time runs through my head 
“What of the clouds 
Stealing the light from my eyes 
They always gather around me 
Darkening my life 

“And what of deep night 
Where I sink into despair 
Alone and sinking in a world 
Where no one seems to care” 

They don’t seem to hear my words 
Just keep ranting their securities 
All the while shaking like leaves 
In the harshest of autumn winds 

I wonder if anyone can hear me 
Or if I even hear myself 
Can anyone see me? 
Hidden in this cloak of clouds 

I begin to feel comfortable 
As my worldly self 
Begins to drift away 
Comfortable with no sun 
To burn my skin red 
Or to guide my way 

I’m locked into a perpetual night 
As the oppression of my clouds 
Absorbs the light 
Sun and moon and stars 
And I’m left with nothing 
But four walls 
And a roof 
And a little stool to sit on 

I don’t notice any more random passerby 
Just as they never noticed me 
Just quote my old adages 
Some god created just for me 

“Stay in the clouds 
A safe haven from the pain 
I have no need 
Of ever finding the way 

“The world has spoken its ignorance 
And has finally cast me away 
I’m tired of endless clinging 
And the guilt it brings my way 

“If the life in this world 
Revolves around an endless rhyme 
The sun and moon and stars 
I have better places to spend my time 

“A room of nothing 
No windows or air to breathe 
Just a feeling of numb contentment 
As my soul starts to bleed” 

My conscious mind had made its final pitch 
And it is off to the races 
But I’m moving so slow 
So slow


Details | I do not know? | |

Blood dried...

In the age of iron...the age of bronze...
As man expanded outward...
Distance cries from afar of lands...
Leader's born of the sword...
Taken or driven to survive...
Iron clad rider...suit's rusty inside...
Heavy laden horse's...packed from war...
Each owned by one's who have won...
The right to come home...
Little is left to see...blood dried...
Hungry...desperate times gone...
The home ward march...is what they long...
Even they know...half will not come...
Left where they fell...on the fields...
Away from home...taken...Given...
Another way out...what these man have given...
And what they have earned...
Is the right to be given a new home...
For others wait...to honor the dead...
These ways are the old ways...
To stand...and swear once more...
Born in the age of Iron...they are of man



Details | Free verse | |

State Capital?

Where is it?
Is it north or south?
I’m so confused,
The map says Baton Rouge,
But not our head public official.
The home of the place,
Where we love high school,
Football whistles,
Where we grow sweet potatoes,
Greens, athletes, livestock, cotton and corn,
The place,
Well I should say, 
The region, where I was born.
Where the urban schools systems,
Are the cream of the crop.
Where school administrators don’t call you,
For a job interview.
Where you apply seven times
 For a position, that’s currently open,
And seven times declined,
I thought I currently live in the state capital 
That is physical.
But not the spiritual,
Nah, my people and hateful teachers do.
Where they wave the other flags,
That are red white and blue.
Darn, I’m all messed up, 
Or should I say messed down?
The darn state capital is Monroe/W. Monroe
My back wood tailed hometown.
 


Details | Free verse | |

Silly

Don’t blame the man for being stupid!
So what if he’s in charge.

Don’t say bad things about your boss!
Even if lint is treated better,
By him, compared to you.

Don’t try to stop a man from running
From what is nothing but his shadow!

For all the truth you say today,
You know you’ll get blamed anyway,
So might as well shut up ahead
If you don’t want to lose your bread.

As we all know, but still deny,
Society‘s just like a rye,
You get caught by dreams instead
Of acting with your given head.





Details | Cowboy | |

In the Hills of South Dakota

In the cold and rolling hills of a barren South Dakota,
On bleak and uncaring reservations of the Lakota,
Live both the ancient and the young of a once proud native race—
Living with America, whiskey and a fall from His grace.

We now bring contributions of food and clothes on Christmas Eve—
Given by those who know their plight as we smile and slowly leave.
Over a hundred years now and their progress still seems too slow—
A once noble people clinging to a past they’ll never know.

And what is the price of progress when we conquered the Old West
And took the proud Indian down a trail that we thought was best?
And what of free range, a way of life – the country we stood for?
We hid it on reservations so it would haunt us no more.

So we ride past reservations – think that we have done our best,
As time erases memories of a people and the West—
Once a year we sooth our egos and add money to the pot,
Hoping time heals miseries and we can keep what we have got. 

In the cold and rolling hills of a barren South Dakota,
On bleak and uncaring reservations of the Lakota,
Live both the ancient and the young of a once proud native race—
Living with America, whiskey and a fall from His grace.  


Details | I do not know? | |

I Shall Remember

Those days were filled
With joy and singing.
Because of that;
My present days are now worth living
And smiling through.

Remember during a storm,
We've seen a rainbow
Through a window
That was part of a room
Where we pretended to have feathers
And danced around an invisible fire.

Bonds are like a rainbow;
The happiness that was shared
Eventually fades away.
Though such a bond is gone,
Another rainy day goes by
And the rainbow appears again.

So now... I'll always remember
That life is like a sea
(An ocean of memories)....
And even though "friend" has
The word "end"...
There is a "ship" in "friendship"
(Which leaves and returns).
I shall always remember such a metaphor...


Details | Verse | |

Madman Chronicles

Staggered by the virus burning through the city veins,
Stop motion, speeded up, the slam of distant trains,
Rattled through the concrete as forgotten people die,
Howling jets of power chords go crashing through the sky.
The cardboard jungle stretches out along the seamy streets,
Where grimy flesh of down and outs use newspapers for sheets
And sleep with crazy fetishes that slice and dice the skull,
Narcosis bred by pills and soup make all the senses dull.
The rail-yard cauldron simmering with cabbages and rats,
Skin and fur of vermin bleeding protein in the vats,
It tastes of pulped up sewer waste distilled by Mr Hyde,
The methylated spirits put some flavour back inside.
Leaned up against the siding now corroded through with rust,
The corrugated blackened bones of asbestos and dust,  
Insanity, reality, all sympathy gone up in flames,
Lunacy screams at the moon and calls the symptoms names.
Down here it doesn’t matter what the poets choose to write,
The road to hell is paved with good intentions every night,
The only thing that means a damn is death will set us free 
Of all the madman chronicles of sociology. 


Details | List | |

To This World I Was Born

To this world I was born….

When Adam and Eve finally obeyed the Evil One
When the Evil One was rejoicing in his dark seat
When God was not happy of His nemesis’ feat
When the Angels could not even sing in unison 
When the golden sun, in haste, faded beyond horizon
When the charming moon lacked its own charisma
When northern star couldn’t blink, ‘cos of bad karma
When the white clouds turned nasty to a black man 
When my father spent the night with his Tuesday fan
When my mother decided her own time to conceive 
When my older brother was not willing to receive
When neighbors wouldn’t stop peeking, like damn rat
When the entire world seemed at peace, but really not 

To this world I was born….

Not to emulate my parents Adam and Eve
To resist the Evil One and not to be deceived
To serve and worship God, not only when I hear the bells 
To sing the psalms of praises, in unison with the Angels
To witness the golden sun rising from the east
To send greetings to the charming moon, with a kiss
To make a wish upon the great northern star
To dream…. floating on white clouds, not in a car
Not to have a Tuesday fan or a Thursday blonde
To use my time, for I’ve less, wisely till the last round 
To accept others mistakes… and to share, cheerfully
To love my neighbor and live with them, peacefully
To shine, against all odds, to the entire world

Yes, to this world I was born…..thru my sister’s hand
Thankful and happy as always, I am, till last days end



 


Details | Rhyme | |

In A Child Slave's Words

Like a broken winged bird unable to fly
Sitting alone in this stockade, silently I cry
It seems only yesterday that those brutes had come
How everyone in the village had broken into a run!
But the merciless intruders took no pity
In a moment vanished all our gaiety
Found myself next to my daddy's corpse
Ruthlessly beaten and then away he was tossed
In no time was I all bound up
And taken to an unknown land in a truck
To be beaten,abused and to work like a slave
Now,tell me,would you call my 'masters' brave?

From time to time,I cry out in pain
But my reward:a cruel chain
As for my body,it's a miserable fact
And my tears,oh,they've no impact!
Who cares even if weep?!
Everyone sees but slowly retreats
There is neither justice nor conscience left
Only abuse,torture and neglect
I just ask one question:seeing my plight
Do you feel there really are what you call 'HUMAN RIGHTS'?




Details | Rhyme | |

Have You Taken The Time To Let God Know

Have you taken the time to tell 
God how much you love him?
He is awesome and there is no greater
power that's "above him"

Have you taken the time to tell
God how thankful you are?
The one who formed the earth,
the heavens and the stars...

Have you taken the time to thank him for his grace?
His beauty and glory are seen all over the place...

Have you taken the time to meditate
on his words given?
The Bible needs to be the direction
for the way you're livin'!

Have you taken the time to think
 about all that he's done?
You're here today because
of the sacrifice of his son!

Have you taken the time to think
 of his beautiful creation?
He rules above all kings, presidents, or any nation...

Have you thought about the planets
in the heavens above?
All that we can see is a reflection
of his power and great love!

Have you thought about the relationship
 this God wants with you?
He's waiting to come into your life.
What will you do?

Think for just a moment of heaven's
special invitation...
Won't you accept the Lord 
and his free gift of salvation.?

Think about God's gift of life that is
offered to you and me...
Christ can change you and give you life abundantly!

By Jim Pemberton   
04/18/11


Details | Narrative | |

Silent Thought From Inside the Casket

Lying in Stately Unconcious
People are Gathered around Me
Some,crying
Others,Praying
These Eyes of Mine no longer View
Arms are folded across my chest
I cannot feel the Satin Silk or wooden support underneath
Somehow..this lowly Spirit is surrounding these relatives and Friends

Past and Present,every person is in this Room
Lovers and Bosses,Nieces&Nephew
Aunts
Uncles
Brothers of the Dearest Kin and Blood
Father of the Cloth is ready to give Comfort
To the beriefed that cannot afford
This Man(Who is I)was a Mouse of the World
Many did Taunt
The School Yard Bullies enjoyed picking on Him
Women wanted nothing to do with this Timidity
Alas He(Or Me,if you Forget)is now A Soul of the Sky
This stature that is sleeping,a Cold Dear..no longer here


It is a Tragedy to bear Witness upon this Service of Wake
To unable but Move and only to glimpse
Haven't been exactly..MYSELF ever since
These Hands want to move and hold my Mother's Hand
Dad cannot reveal himself,yet,I do understand
Whose to say that He is far away
They can only find,
a peaceful Memory from another Simpler Time
Right now,Nothingness is all around me
Am I a Living Spirit..a Ghost that cannot move at all?
If this be the Case,then..
there is one less being,
here in this Human Race
He cannot Wander or Leave his Deathly State
It is now 8 PM and the parlor is closed
The Casket is locked and the Body will eventually Rot
I am that Silent Thought,from inside my Tomb
Just to remind you

In Case You Forgot!!


Details | Rhyme | |

When Is A Good Time To Spend With God

When Is A Good Time?


When is a good time to give God my praise?
The time is right now!  And all of my days!

When is a good time to read his holy word?
I must share it with those who haven’t heard!

When is a good time to give his love to others?
Today!  I’ll include everyone! 
And my sisters and brothers!

When is a good time to find forgiveness of sin?
The time is now!  To accept God’s peace within!

When is a good time to spend with God in prayer?
At any moment, God will meet me anywhere!

When is a good time for me to seek HIS will?
Anything I need.  He will certainly fulfill!

When is a good time to invite you to the Lord?
The opportunity is now! 
 “Borrowed time you can’t afford!”

Now is the accepted time.  
The day of salvation is here!
Only Christ’ love can remove 
any doubt or fear!

Now is the time that God has set aside for you!
Right now…  Through Jesus…
You can be made BRAND NEW!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Senryu | |

Dad's Coming Home Late

dad’s coming home late
overtime at the office
perfect alibi


Details | Haiku | |

Water Divides Lands

water divides lands…
rainbow bridges us, you see
what it really mean?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Circles

A circle of time is over...
And a new one rolls in.
Moving our rim to new ways.
Without a moment wait...

A real is finished...
With all sort of emotions...
The movie moves to a new part
A time to think, what the new role is

The new sky shine very tempting
With a pleasure to be felt and cherished...
And like some far sky it moves
With a thirst to feel the beyond…

Wide is the world, feel no worries 
Nothing is lost, move with faith
Love and trust this existence.
As you are moving with it ever

As this wheel rolls ahead...
Live, sing and dance your meanings
Find the bliss, peace and love
As the eternal is ever present


Details | Ballad | |

Babydoll

Trying to escape from it all I detach from reality Knowing my spirit will be Safe Too much torment have I gone through To know that this story is truly mine Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll In my mind there is a haven Only I can enter, but everyone else is there Its there I will find a new tactic To keep on living in your torment On the way home I'll die a few times But just to know I really lived I'll have to find a new way to bleed If I want to escape I'll have to loose myself Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll


Details | I do not know? | |

High School

Ah, that smell of bread from Home Ec.,
Just can't be real to me,
Because school just seems to be a part of everyone's misery,
But then I realize
The bread from there is as real as a bakery's.
And when I'm with my friend,
The fun of bugging her in the hallways
Never seems to end.

Then I take one more look at what school is like,
I begin to admit to myself
That it's not so bad,
But when my mother gets mat at me
About homework
I stress about how hard it all seems
And think that my teachers are all jerks.
But I always finish it off in the end,
And then the whole cycle goes around again.
The truth is, I always change my mind and say
My teachers are so nice that I could consider them friends,
Sometimes I only pretend to like them.

But what's worse then teachers
Is how I see people smoke
And hear their choices about drinking and parties.
I stare at them and think, "They're gonna be really ugly..."
'Cause I'll never give into peer pressure,
Because my only pleasures are a lot better.

High school is such a big thing,
That when the bell rings
A rush of students go up and down the stairs.
Once you get to class,
Sems like the assignment you get is a pain in the ass,
And it feels like the day will never end,
Especially if you don't have a friend.

I always want to sleep-in, but when I wake up
I think school is so lame,
And sometimes I sleep through the whole day.
And when the sky is grey,
It always seems to be trying to say
That there should be no sun rays on a day at school.
But then, I think through it again and believe that there will
Always be good and bad things in whatever life will bring.


Details | Rhyme | |

Does Anyone Preach On Sin Anymore

Does Anyone Still Preach On Sin? Where are the preachers who actually preach on sin? Where is the fire of God that totally consumes within? One thing that is much needed this very hour. Is God's presence and his majesty and power! Many preachers seem worried "they may offend." Too many are afraid they'll "lose a friend." If they really preach God's word as they ought to do. Hardly anyone would be sitting in the pew. No wonder there's so much sin and perversion to be found. The truth of God's word has been turned "upside down." It's time we raise a holy standard in our lives. Listening to God's word and no more of man's lies. The judgement of God begins at his house--this is so clear. Watch out--his righteous judgement is so very near! What will you be doing, when he knocks at your heart's door? Do you really know whom you are living for? It's heaven or hell--there is no middle road in between. It's time to confess and repent of all that's unclean. It's only in Jesus...not religion... that will save your soul. Jesus waits for you and desires to make you whole! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Blank verse | |

representational task

enter stage left the successful politian
with more moves than a bird chased crow
speaking in glowing terms of limited taxation
with his projective protective representation

I close my eyes to see him standing speaking
to cold Valley Forge's traitorious rebels
oh that every rep and senator be required
to speak on such a bloody pulpit

Three Cheers for King George
The Mad Englishman wants it all and Honestly states it
There are here woods enough to hide in and be free
Rather there than stand and fight for thee
Whoever let you be?


Details | Verse | |

Dylan's Highway Revisited

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
where this time have you gone?
there's a war in the desert raging
but I don’t hear your voice rising.

Look, you know I took you for your word,
closely listened to every story you told,
you had me right in the palm of your hand
with your tale of a dove lying in the sand.

When that crazy Asian war was being waged,
senators, congressmen, you mocked on stage;
the times they are a-changing, you were saying,
man, I believed you and I  joined in the singing.

History is repeating in the Mesopotamian dune
and long have I waited for your rambling tune;
where’s your harmonica and that familiar noise,
where's your poetry, where’s your angry voice!

The masters of war are on a rampage again,
sending thousands to their death, it's a sin!
strange that I don't hear you saying anything,
running out of gas, are you? you poor thing.

Maybe the years are finally catching up with you,
is it time for Springsteen to run the road show?
or are you just too busy making them records
for the next Grammy night, gunning for the gold.

Come on, make up your mind, Mister Dylan,
lend us a hand and help us make a stand;
no time to think twice for things aren't alright,
are you selling out or are you joining the fight?

Hey, hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, 
damn it, where have you gone?
there's a war in the desert raging
but I don’t see you doing anything!

 



Details | Ballad | |

Davey

I heard the bad news Monday morning

Everybody's saying,"Wow, what a drag."

Seems the skin heads had some point to prove

Now little Davey's dead in his sleeping bag

so I found myself a spot with green grass

somewhere way on down in the United States

Had a jug of wine, I had some time to pass

I picked up my guitar and I began to play

For the lovers on the on ramp

and the old men in the park

for the bad side of the city

the little fishes and the sharks

and those who give so much to life

and those that take away

and those who work so hard to get by

while Davey..................

Davey found the time to play.

We'd see little Davey up on the corner

playing like he didn't have a choice

we never thought that he'd go anywhere

He couldn't play guitar, he didn't have a voice

but we'd hang out and listen to him anyway

there was something bout his style

You know it wasn't so much the way he played

I think it was the way he smiled

while he sang

about the lovers on the the on ramp

and the old men in the park

about the bad side of the city

the little fishes and the sharks

Those who give so much to life

and those who take away 

and those who work so hard to get by

while Davey.....................

Davey had the time to play.

We heard the bad news Monday morning

everybody's saying, "Wow, what a drag."

Seems the skin heads had a point to prove

Now little Davey's dead in his sleeping bag...........


Details | ABC | |

the struggle

i see people dying in the streets families have no food to eat while rich are living high of the 
dog there are people struggling trying to find decent jobs i see people going out there 
commiting crimes young children dying before there time i mean what did we do to deserve 
this seeing are people die for no perpose i mean let me speek the the truth at times is there 
is no some hope for to days youth i say this because there are kids out there saling drugs 
smoking bud and it bugs me how they are trying to be like these images you see on tv when 
all they need is a dose of reality actuality this is not the way its sopose to be its no good for 
me its pathetic to see how this could ever be so much poverty and animosity possibly not 
just effecting us localy in our own community but also nationaly.


Details | Haiku | |

Time

Wandering through aeons,
Nothing to find,
Except the same.  


Details | Rhyme | |

Why Not

Don’t ask me why, ask my why not!
Why me? Well why not you?
Why will get you caught,
With why not there’s less to do.
Why not makes everything new.
Why is a question many have sought.
Why brings so many to I ought to naught.
With why not everything is true.

You waste time with loose energy.
Always ask why not before you ask why.
Tis a synergy!
Develops your I.
Decreasing your why,
By why not I!


Details | Rhyme | |

In My Shadow

I walk on the lonely road,
From the time I have been alone,
I have no company,
Just my shadow here with me…

I laugh, I crack joke,
But my shadow knows,
The sorrow, pain inside of me,
The only friend by me…

Sometimes I see it laughing on me,
Sometimes I see it showing sympathy to me,
Like a black eye it stares at me,
Piercing my soul like nails with lava on it…

My heart is dead long time back,
But lonely shadow reminds of my past,
Like tortured screams,
My heart remembers her…

This lonely road never seems to end,
I have to reach it end,
As I can bear to be away from her any longer,
Or my lonely shadow will torture my mind...

My shadow is the true myself,
Cold, dark, sad and angry,
As it cannot smile,
Holds all the keys for my mind…

In the dark I cry,
But I can still see her in a far away light,
But then my shadow consumes her,
Leaving me to shed more tears…

‘Why, why do u do this to me?’ I ask,
But she just stares at me,
With no soul, no life,
Just an evil grim to remind me,
Of my loneliness…


Details | Free verse | |

Baptism by Colors

The Christmas lights shine while the temple bells
Toll. The baby lies bloody on the bed- 'delivered'.
Its dusk, a shade of grey dusk but again a dark blue
Around the corner; not a sound did roll nor did light
Strike and it slept. Hush baby... they will come! Among
Her broken toys and impaled dolls she sleeps like the
Child of time- she is black.

Again, the star shined and the bells tolled and they came- all over her,
They trampled and burnt her sins away. Smoke and soot and hell fire
Rained everyday and she took it all in. Like the voracious petals of the
Venus fly trap, those lips of hers engulfed them and stayed content.
It lay in the night... At least she had the night. She was content. Slowly
The saffrons, the whites and the greens entered her hollow being
Day after day and she did not know where they came from.

Even the one to be delivered that rested inside her grew impatient.
It broke free and she lost. It was buried amidst the fanfare and
Ho hum of those colors. The same colors that devoured her sins
And had her delivered, and now they lie in constant wait for the
Reigns to break so the stake is theirs to burn. The witch must burn.
The Green must burn, the saffron must be severed and the white
blackened they thought.

The witch died, and so did they but not the colors. As the
Child in time sleeps under every roof, so does those black eyes
With glowing fangs, under the bed. Just below the flesh
And the wooden bed, you can hear it breathe and crave blood
And carnage. Every street, every devil's bend, every wall bears
Its name. Yet it hides, kills, plunders and hides. Yet another
Deliverance and another coming against the eclipsed sun.

Tomorrow if a life is born I shall warn and mourn and curse
The deliverance coz the colors will lie in wait under its bed.
Sharp talons and itchy fingers waiting for it to blossom and
Tear it up in pieces. Yes! This is our deliverance... We all shall
Be delivered some day. But, I hope my child of time is colorblind
And comatose- Maybe dead. For then it wont hear the evil crawling
Under its bed, see them on the streets and  feel them inside itself.

That day will be her baptism and maybe she will wake...

© Malyaban Lahiri


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Time Was Killed

Day by day
Time passes away
No one has a way to keep it still
And time wastes away until
He’ll come to town
And he’ll burn your whole world down
Time will stop then and there 
And all you can do is stare
Then he’ll laugh and walk away
But you have to stay 
Like a statue still
Time is killed


Details | Free verse | |

Left And Right

 Left And Right 
Left And Right 
 
Highway Walkway 
Right side is an English way on the left is European 
Left in England right in USA. 
 
In France is it the same as English men or Us the Usa? 
  
In Belgium is it same way? 
  
Germans are the best way. 
  
Flower trail my way. 



Details | Rhyme | |

Wasted Years

Jesus...  I've been wasting my
 time on foolish things.
Not living a godly life,
 nor having the joy it brings.

How much of my time...
 With God...  Is actually spent?
I've never thought of what a 
commitment to God actually meant.

I need to spend more time in
 God's word.  And in prayer.
Forgive me dear Lord. 
 I didn't even care!

Even 10 minutes with you Jesus
 is more than what I've given.
Living for you...  all of the way. 
Is how I should be livin'!

 My God... My life, I give
 you complete control.
By your precious blood,
 I can be made whole!

My time with you is so
 important to me!
In finding freedom in Christ.  
I have been set FREE!

By Jim Pemberton
2006



Details | Ballad | |

The ones who had the whole world

Hour by hour,
Day by day,
Life is like a book,
Some like to say.
Every second, every minuet
A different page is made;
Every year, every decade
Another chapter is laid.
Someone once said,
Or thought just the same,
Life is just like
An extensive game.
There are winners,
There are losers,
There are ones who don’t care,
Yet everyone has supposedly,
A matching pair.
Not every moment,
Is not worthy of glorification.
Especially not some,
In this great nation.
Some men are like gods,
Others like slaves,
Some discard objects,
Others crave.
Yet future is upon us,
And we are doing nothing.
Shouldn’t we leave behind
Our children something?
Yet everyday we kill
Everyday we steal
Everyone doesn’t care
What others feel
In the time of this day
The time of now
We should start changing
Yet some ask “how?”
The only way is this
We start right now
Love, not kill
Give, not steal
Maybe with time
Our hearts will heal
If not our hearts,
Then our planet may
This planet never,
Ever forgets
Rarely does it ever,
Ever forgive
Only we
Are the ones to blame
Only we
Need to claim
The responsibility of such
For we are the ones
the world was ours
do something we must
before this land sours


Details | Prose Poetry | |

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GangLanders
Street toughs and criminals fighters and haters drug users and drinkers and 
smokers and sniffers. The eye is 53 chronological in years but excessive use of 
beers has not been nice to my nerves and when they move near me like sharks 
in the water of a limning pool eye flinch a little move away but not fear eye never 
fear no one but namme. Eye would not want to hurt the boyz but neither will eye 
let them tower over me in size they would not make a decent meal for wolf or dog 
or coyote packing hounds of misery they play like men when wanting to deliver 
but they mistake the old homeless for a flake and a quiver when the liver is so 
pink and my spine is finally strait and eye stand in disbelief as they step up to the 
plate eye pulled my glove on then smiled they seemed to hesitate then they tried 
again to make me shake
"we told yew we will beat yew up" the eye was laughing now the jigg was up the 
die was cast no time to worry or even much to laugh eye pulled the other glove on 
my right hand and smiled not moving there just waiting time to dance had come 
they tried again even so they wanted me to think that they had heart they walked 
up to the near me as they could try then one he balked the other one stopped 
also when he realized he was alone and facing some sort of crazxy man intent 
on going home they left with tails all tucked away and nothing left on glove no 
meat no bone. Eye could not let it go eye turned and shouted after them "you 
punked". Remember that this man is already 53 years old lame in one foot and 
blind in one eye shorter than tall taller than them able to tie one hand behind my 
eye and walk away from the gangster fight. Eye win. 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

SAGGY STYLE

        It’s time for our youth to take a stance they can start by simply pulling 
              up their pants.
        Yes saggy pants have been here a while, perhaps it’s time to try a 
              new style.
        You wonder why you can’t get a job, it’s that much harder if you look like 
              a slob.
        It’s a style that came straight out of prison, it’s not you but the style 
              that  I’m dissin.’
        I know you’ll say that you don’t care, but folks are tired of looking at 
              your underwear!
       Much worse you’re constantly showing your behind, If you think that’s 
              cute you’ve lost your mind.
       You do it because everyone else is doing it, you can’t be different just 
              a little bit?
       Just who are you really trying to impress? You’re walking around looking 
              a mess.
       You’re pulling up your pants every step you take, at least use a belt 
              for heaven’s sake!
       All you have to do is look in the mirror, what I’m saying to you 
            would become much clearer.
       Your pants are so low that you can’t even run, but they work real well 
             for concealing a gun.
       These words of advice are for the ladies too, your saggy pants just 
             aren’t cute boo.
       Judging you is really not my intention, this is something I needed 
             to mention.
       So pulling up your pants could be worth while, now you’ve created 
             your own funky style!


Details | I do not know? | |

Who in Hell needs YOU

Backstabbing, melicious acts defy all laws of your friendship

Why are you so persistent to not accept your loss

You are the person who cannot see the true colors of lifes rainbow

I cannot help it if things dont go your way 

you forced them to happen

Stop complaining about every little thing that comes your way

Start changing what you can control and give up what you cannot

Remove your effortless ways to pretend to like yourself

And replace these thoughts with ones of acceptance to be lonely

Remember it is you who did not do things with acts of awareness

And it is you who can go straight to the son of darkness and ask for permission

For you need to beg him to enter his world as you have worn out your welcome 
here

I will no longer tolerate your absense of mind

I will no longer adhere to your lack of repect for humanity

Finally you will take what karma gives you with a smile

For a smile is all you can bare to do after your soul has been removed

Only this time I will be the one laughing while you smile your way to hell


Details | Bio | |

Times Are Changing

There was a time when i can remember being able to say hi to all you meet.
There was a time you could trust your neighbor.
There was a time we could walk down the street not being afraid of whom we meet.
There was a time we were not afraid to leave our front doors unlock.
There was a time when we were not afraid to ride down the street with our car windows open.
There was a time when we were not afraid to send our children to school or out doors to play.
What have happen to these times where have they gone.
Now were afraid to speak or to look at anyone we  may meet. 
The simplest thing as sending our children to school makes us wheary of what they may encounter once they leave our front door.
Gun shooting and explosives everywhere.
People taking their anger out on all those they may see.
Not caring who they hurt or what they may destroy.
Parents hurting their children and children hurting their parents.
How Can This Be.
Family destroying the lives of other family members and friends killing friends.
What has brought us all to this.
Where did the love and kindness go.
Helping one another lending a helping hand.
We all need to pull together and change the wrongs of the world today.
There is a better way of handling things a better way of getting things done.
Life is short enough on its own.
We do not need anyone to make it shorter for us.



Details | Haiku | |

Primary Colours

primary colours 
in the still of lonely night
starless moonlight walk


Details | Free verse | |

Cranberry Float (part2)I

time has no meaning here
all about is tidings and cheer
our team always win
and the wind keeps the kites high
the grass cut and green
the lake blue and serene
soccer moms and toddlers toddling
while dads encourage
at finale at last 
we run to to the square for a blast
we eat our burgers with cheese
and double malted shakes apease
but not for me the only thing that satisfies
is a cranbery float
whilst listening the juke box boom
and watching as everthing pulses in the room


Details | Rhyme | |

When The Ship Comes Sailing By

the seabirds all fly out of sight,
afraid of the coming of the night?
blue waters rise like mountain high,
restless like thunder in the sky.

the wind comes like a restless ghost,
screaming women, the old and the lost,
and while the devil roars with laughter
the young boy curses his old mother -

that's when the ship comes sailing by,
that's when the ship begins to cry.

the sad singer sings his soft lullaby
while tears are falling from his eyes;
as the old man wails in his deathbed,
his son is making love to the maid.

the flood is rising, the storm is raging,
the breeze is whizzing, bells are tolling,
folks are weeping 'cause death is coming,
snakes are hissing, dams are bursting -

that's when the ship comes sailing by,
that's when the ship begins to cry.

the fools are wise, the wise are fools,
shattered dreams like mud in a pool,
societal gods so mighty and strong,
crazy people they parade in throng.

senseless words from a dirty mouth,
crazy thoughts flowing in and out,
crying sea of roaring high tide,
hate shows with no place to hide -

that's when the ship comes sailing by,
that's when the ship begins to cry.

thoughts don't show, words don't kill,
yet many have vanished to the hill;
though wealth flowed out unseen,
it left a trace where it once has been.

curse me now before your time is up,
raise your head and hold your cup;
the wind of change is coming fast,
your cruel reign just could not last;
be prepared to spare your soul
when I come running to your hall -

that's when the ship comes sailing by,
that's when the ship begins to cry.


  


Details | Quatrain | |

DIVE SEASON

It's coming soon
That time of year
For diving deep
And seeing clear
For finding things
You might have lost
From having fun 
At your instructor's cost
It's time again 
for that first Sunday noon
And being sunburned
In the early June
Then trying to find
Some large mouth bass
While taking pictures of
My friend's bare ass
You find your dive buddy
Gasping for air
From laughing so hard
Because you're not there
You want so much
To be on that boat
If only you knew
It would stay afloat
So, if you'd like
To come along
I'm sure with us
We'll make you belong
Come on and bring
Your diving gear
And stay with us
The entire year


Details | Rhyme | |

The Pollee

The Pollee

I guess now I have seen it all
A urinal for girls without the stall
General design? – a four prong unit
You back up girls and kind of spoon it
Don’t get the picture, here’s a teaser
It looks sort of like an old orange squeezer
Your back is nestled in a back rest dent
A spoon to sit in as you went
Three prototypes are in design
Fashioned for a girls behind
Each prototype gets more revealing
With shorter walls and less concealing
Designers say with all their talents
They simply want to find a balance
Too private, it won’t help a lot
Too public, it’s a pooping squat
Between a public and private pee
Open, yet not much to see
The goal was maximizing the speed
For when you simply stopped and peed
And minimizing embarrassment
Each and every time you went
Sure it’s awkward dropping drawers
In front of strangers without doors
But if you still want faster lines
You have to expose your behinds
For restroom line equality
You have to change the way you pee
They say the time is finally ripe
For testing out a prototype
They are now at outdoor games and fares
For testing with girls derrieres
So if you find one, sit a spell
Just think about the tale you’ll tell
How you played a part in history
When women changed the way they pee

	5/15/12

Google Pollee to get the rest of the story and pictures





Details | Bio | |

I am the City: The Being

Words unsaid can be undone
And in this way our liberty's forgone
Are we so abandoned in our quest for the throne
That we leave each other starved, carved and alone?
That we remain quiet in the face of adversity
In hopes that there is still a round-about way to own the city
What you fail to see 
Is that the city is me

A thought unspoken goes unheard
It is like an unsolved crime
Where for a time, the criminal is you
Why do you not speak, but fester instead
With this confession rotting inside of your head
Think not, want not.
You've made your thinking so breezy
That you've made it easy
For the media to pull a fast one on you
I shall scream it until I'm hoarse.
When and why did the war against terror change its course?
Because they're traitors? 
Because of treason? 
To what cause?
Treason is just reason, with a cross in front of it
Think about it

And still, the question is unanswered, like so many others.
When did curfew begin to extend past the street lights?
When did guns begin to define a fair fight?
When did learning become memorization?
When did pharmaceuticals begin to run the nation?
When did black on black violence become a second rate topic in rap?
Replaced by the conformity of uptowns and throwbacks and caps?
When did nineteen become the average High School graduation age?
When did teen pregnancy set the stage for the commonplace?
When did Latinas forget that sexiness is more than an outfit?
When did New York become so counterfeit?
When, when or more importantly why?
And perhaps I will believe no answer, because…

My thoughts design me, but 
It is my voice that defines me 
And I am what society is afraid to see
I am a 30 line long side effects warning label
I am the lesson in Aesop's fables
I am the contradicting line in your history book
I am beauty that warrants a second look
I am the reason for which lightly you tread
Because I am the voice inside of your head
I simply am
I am the reason you hate and love the city
But what you fail to see
Is that the city is me


Details | I do not know? | |

A Troubled World

Behind every door, you'll find a window
But what you find might not come so simple...
Sudden surprises, split second mistakes
Who's to know what hearts will break
Farfetched ideas, practical jokes
Make-believe, a life ending hoax
Constant moaning, tax collectors phoning
Diseases running rapid, aids even roaming
Children stop growing, with nobody knowing
The world in a spin, while mouths they are foaming
Youth they are zoning, trying to get in and see what is going
But something so wrong, has ended our song
We no longer belong, no one left to be strong
It's like a disease that we can't even seize
So we stay on our knees, always asking God please
Please lend us the keys, to get out and break free
So just maube again, I'll be able to see
Everything that I can, and am needed to be
But to sit here and wait, it has ended our fate
Love it comes second rate, nothing left to now take
It must be some mistake, no more time to shed hate
Or believe what is fake
For now it is time to show love for hope's sake


Details | Free verse | |

debaser

Opposing blades split artery walls,
 like slender ubbraided reddish hairs.
Scrutinizing concealed glands
 before a motion picture camera.

Meat to overcome oppisition,
 distressing persistance of control.
Sideshow characters resembling their reputation,
 pungent expressions of their slang.
Progress feeds the timepiece
 with slovenly dejection.
Skillfull vigor regulates the channels
 of slurring outbursts of temper.
Sensually inclined to temptation,
 congregations enticed by violent pleasure.
The superiority of the throne's officers,
 publicly proclaimed
for their ability as weapons.
 Biblical roots for their offensive formation,
providing brutal direction.
 Solicitting the groups disapproval
of the fringes defiance.

Multi-farious fruits of ambiguity
 conconcted among the stars and planets;
all beneath the skin of 
 of your eyelids.
Awakening to a lamentable
 confused darkness.
A painful birth 
 from a muddy hole 
of welfare status.
 Collectively force-fed
forbidden sexual substance,
 crumbs of death cups
from the altars
 of Gog and Magog.
Priests with robes like jelly-fish
 emitting light
into the depth of emptiness
 and night.

Issuing debts 
 of natural desires;
obediance to the 
non-perishing salesman.
 His unsegmented body 
holds ownership
 over culture.
Plastic organs and tissues,
 poisonous fluids flowing red
for the populations impanation.
 An ostentatious diamond
of intelligence,
 an historic insight
from a throne
 of the slain sickly.
Vast and unyielding,
 baseless materialists
transmitting a visionary war;
 A sythetic savior,
we are saved by your glands.
 Bonelike heads of animals
emptied into the coals.

The tossing crowds 
in the passages of worthless cities.
 Twelve tribes of a spoiling population
with knees bent,
 intoxicated upon the carrion
of a righteous lion.
 A barbarous self-interest
regulating their prey 
 through glass screens,
destroying all value
 with permanent doubts,
and a deeply notched discomfort in their hearts;
 a thouroughly communicative
injurious ink of acid
 seperating the indispensable
from the indivisable ingratitudes
 of wichedness and injustice.
A polished mouthpiece;
 for the ornamental rhetoricians
of Tophet.



Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Dance ... ' (Part 2 of 2)

‘ The  Dance … ’


Oh … How I Love To Dance
Why … Do I Love To Dance ? …
Its Rhythmic … Its Ritual
… The Body is So Beautiful ! …

Once … I Saw The Ocean Groove
… That’s The Way, I Want to Move
Earth-Spinning, Round and Round
Don’t You Know … We All Get Down ?

Don’t You Know, What The Good-Book Says
‘God’ … Moves in Mysterious Ways
That Is Why I Love To Dance …
… His Empire, Moves In Elegance !

Lord, Have Mercy, Keep Moving Me
Moving and Grooving, to Your Glory !
Blood-Flowing, Lung – Breathe
‘ The Spirit ‘, is Zooming … You Better Believe !

( Just Look At It Move ‘His’ Girl, MoonBee !_

Acrobat, Hip-Hop, Ballet
Art of Tap, Polka, Reggae’
You Can Do It !… I Know You Can
Just Listen, To That Bible – Band ! …

Music … Just Adds Motivation
Stirs A Soul To Celebration
Dancing … is A Declaration
We’re On Cruise-Control, In His Creation !

Dancing … Can Be A Holy Act
God, and His Son … Like It, Like That
So, Nod Your Head … Do The Wave
Signal ! … You Want To Be Saved !

Don’t Be Shy … At Situation
Meet Me At ‘ The Revelation’
They’re Opening Up, The Garden – Gate
… Hurry Now … Don’t Be Late !

Cherubs, gonna’ Let Us In
No Cover Charge … Bring A Friend
Oh ‘Son of God’ … Please Partner Me
… Dance Me To Eternity !

Oh, How I Love To Dance
It’s A Rhythm – Romance
Passion – Performance
Yes Lord … I Love To Dance

Dance! … into Eternity
Dance! … Better Than A Fantasy
Dance! … Universal Dance Floor
Dance! … Don’t You Wanna’ Dance Some More ?

Dance ! … Now, Can’t You See ? …
Dance ! … We Gon’   P a r t y !
Dance With This Girl, thru The Galaxy
Dance With The Stars and The Only MoonBee

Boys Shout ! … ‘Bring On The Dancing Girls !’
God’s Making A Wonder World
Them … Us … You … and Me …
Still Moving … To His Mystery !

           Now Dance ….


Details | Narrative | |

The Setting Of The Sun: Part Three

Behold a land of monarchic decadence as celebrity status
of family values eroded in a smorgasbord
of half truths and bare-faced lies;
what life-model this,
one of toe-sucking chequebook journalism,
degradation and scandal, contempt for the public.
TV vendettas and cellulite thighs.
She no longer carries the big stick
with which to shake the world’s foundations
and bring the dogs to heel on bended knees;
now the blue-blood veins have been hacked and severed,
blood jets black and turns to dust,
led by Uncle Sam with ring through the nose
a merry John Bull with spongiform brain disease.
In a dying gasp of colonialist logic,
and meathead fascist chapters
the coda of the empire thug gives free way
to remedial apologism in overkill
that suicide bombers may rule this day.
Come one come all, loot, execute and pillage,
we’ll protect your rights to murder and plunder
and pay you welfare cheques whilst you do;
it’s politically correct that you do what you will
no discrimination in this here global village.
She is all but a fossilized relic with a makeover mask
extremist surrender when all is said and done,
and our children inherit a legacy of illusion,
of redundant beliefs, nothing left at all
for we stood blindly by and never sought to prevent
the setting of the sun...
for we stood blindly by and never sought to prevent
the setting of the sun.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Note

I was corner-stoned by many of you.
The note was dotted with a dash.
But this note was an ultimate smash.
I found a peephole and peeped through.
 
I found a bird gave him the note and away he flew,
Across the deserts and the valleys he was there in a flash,
Across the rivers and Oceans he made a great big splash.
He made it to the shore, but the note he began to chew.
 
He passed a timely test,
And his belly was full,
He did not stop to rest,
The note he had to pull.
 
The bird landed on the Oceans shore,
Singing praises of his rugged chore.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Book

I sit down with my book,
And inside myself,I take a look.
What I feel flows to my pen,
I have done this time and time again.
I don't do it for the praise or fame,
righting to me is not a game.
My thoughts I wright and share,
it's my deepest feelings that I bare.
Some are of happy things and some are of sad,
Things that I have been through,good or bad.
It's the way I clear my soul and mind,
Me,my pen,and this book of mine.
In case I get old and tend to forget,
I can look at these words that I have left.
I don't need to be famous in this world,
I have what I need,my wife and little girl.
So I thank you all for being so kind,
For the words I wright in this book of mine.
It's nice to share these thoughts so true,
And the kind words from friends like you.


Thank you Poetry Soup and it's members.


Details | Free verse | |

Our Self-Destructive Destiny

Can you see the destruction?
Can you see our fate?
How can you turn your head;
To the poverty and hunger
In the world today,
Self-Destruction approaches
Self-Destruction approaches
Greed, Need, Succeed,
Never got us peace;
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the anger?
Can you feel the hatred?
Those who scorn you,
Those who torment you,
Those who chew you up and spit you out,
In a second, as if you were, nothing,
Nothing,
Non-existent;
Peace is not as close as combustion
Exploding from the inside out
This is what the world is leading to
This is our fate,
Our end,
Our self-destructive destiny.


Details | Free verse | |

Nose Picking

Sometimes a nose,
must be picked,
when it tickles,
or to stop an itch.
Politics similar,
things dug up,
or lying around,
can't dig enough.
Try to be graceful,
a little discrete,
while you stomp,
others feet.
None are perfect,
and an itch is an itch,
beware whose watching,
when you pick.


Details | Verse | |

Heart Pills And Coffee

The strident, ringing telephone jars my eyes open with a snap,
I wake into the intruding grey and dreary external light,
Oozing through the curtains like some poor excuse
For something brilliant to replace the former night.

Spilling from the bed, mattress cools instantaneously,
Padding across the dulling laminated floor
Snatching up the receiver, growling a thick, curt: “Hello.”
Far too late, the line is dead, there’s no one there anymore.

“Who the hell was that?” I wonder, travelling from
Wood to stone tile in the chill of the kitchen,
Probably no one, I reason, but then it must have been someone;
The infected wound of broken sleep continues nagging and itching.

I scratch it with heart pills and coffee for breakfast,
And ponder the therapeutic value of beta blockers and caffeine,
It’s too early for science and I’m too intolerant for philosophy,
And it’s much too daunting to consider all that could have been.

I pop a soluble aspirin and swirl it in the dregs,
Downing the potion and grimacing at the eerie, bitter taste,
Then it becomes late enough to plan and dwell upon
Exactly how I’ll lay another day to waste.


Details | Verse | |

Zimovane

Sleep does not easily come to the wracked,
  Nor does it obviously fall on the damned,
It does not as a snowfall descend,
  Or as a blanket lay over the land.
Windows of eyes gape resistant and wide,
  Churnings of cells spark with zest,
Palettes of thought-waves add colourful wake
  To a canvas of endless unrest.
The fugue in the tablet expanding
  Warm tendrils snake dreamless and dark,
Consciousness clamped in the velveteen vice
  Of the jaws of a hypnotic shark.
Sleep, when it comes, is empty and dry,
  And as false as a cheap hooker’s kiss,
A cotton wool coverlet drowning the truth,
  For a mind in a cardboard abyss.


Details | Senryu | |

The Day of the Lord

the day of the Lord
silent thief ransacks the house
no one is aware


Details | Lyric | |

Imperfect

I'm nowhere near perfect
My hair doesn't curl, isn't straight
I live for my straightener, 
But for the heat, it makes me wait.
I have a big mouth
Lots of drama and enemies
But I know how to have fun
And I make tons of memories.
I fall for guys easily
And let them break my heart
I get blinded by so-called "love"
So much, it tears me apart.
My friends and I don't always get along
About stupid stuff, we fight
I have good days, and, like everyone else,
I have days where nothing goes right.
I have memories of pain
I wish I could forget
I have said words, mean words,
That I've grown to really regret.
I'm vulnerable to believing lies
I hope, someday, I won't need a fake smile
I hope that, eventually, I'll be who I want to
Even though it'll take a while.
I make up excuses for everything
A lot of times, like to class, I am late
I do kind of risky and crazy stuff
But the laughter sure is great.
I'm nowhere near perfect
Far from that "ideal" target
But hey, that's life, you live and love
And eventually, you learn from it.
The good times count for everything
And nothing counts for the bad
We all have our ups and downs
And our days that make us sad.
We all have our reasons 
To love and to love not
It's worse to have never loved
Than to have loved and lost.
Every kiss counts for something
Even if it's the worst
No one's perfect, really, they're not
So you, for "perfection," do we thirst?
Is there some unseen prize
In the way we all are the same?
'Cause there's only one way for the world to be perfect
But that's not something I want to gain.
When we really take a step back
From all the tabloids and magazines
That push the whole "perfect" attitude
A sigh of relief, can we breathe.
When we walk away from all the rest of the world
And forget about the ideal 
We can see how truly amaing our lives are
And we can begin our own spiel.
Doesn't that sound amazing,
To take total control over our world? 
Well, why on't we try right now?
Let's give "imperfection" a whirl!
I'm not even close to being perfect
I don't know why I wanted to be
"Imperfect" is actually a pretty awesome title
And I'm proud to say it describes me.





























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Government's Blind Eye

Its supposed to be the way of life because that’s what we’ve been taught
But why in life do we have to wait for them to tell us how to live.
The take and take and never give back no matter what their intentions
Because as long as they are living well no one else seems to matter.

Money to them is just a game to play with dollar by dollar
But to us that hard earned cash is our way of life.
We give to them because that’s the law but never get any in return
Not knowing this before but knowing it now angers many of us to the core.

A man stands in front of the chromatic stone and waits to get his strength
If only one man, woman, or person had the courage maybe we could be helped.
One deep breath reassures him that time is still ticking, while a second deep 
breath
Gives him the courage to start that walk of “fame” known to him as great success.

In one hand he hold a paper signed by almost five hundred persons
In the other a tape recorder hoping to get close enough for some answers.
He’s been in their shoes and wants to help but not knowing if it will work
A thumping heart beats inside his chest as he enters the front glass doors.

His glasses attached on top of his nose makes him feel like one of them
A barge through that door in front of him will change his entire life 
He bangs the door without one thought or care because he knows he can’t loose 
his courage
Slapping the petition down on the table and waiting without needless care.

A man in a grey suit jumps up with anger but before he is able to speak
The young man fixes his tie and leads on with one word said, “why?”
Without an answer the corporate man agrees to listen and sits back down in his 
seat
The young citizen explains why he’s there and expects an answer before he 
leaves.

An hour of dialogue runs to two, then three , then four, then five
But nothing seems to be accomplished because he’s talking to the blind eye.
He fights and fights in what he believes but the government seems not to care
So as this challenge ends he leaves in knowing that tomorrow is another day.


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The Handy Man

The handy man is always available by my night or day.
I’m being stringent to say my very least to his very best.
All potential clergymen are put through his trickery test
Oh my God at these odds and ends his mind dare weigh.
 
He is intricately susceptible in light seeking a pardoned way,
He overcomes the homeliest just by his daily authentic quest.
In about a day or two will come his much timely needed rest!
Estranged in a time of several times where his mind did stray.
 
Caught up in clouds he drifts yet further away slicing thin.
Pondering many thoughts per milliseconds flood his gates.
Consuming ideas overwhelm his deep words drawn within.
He forms heaps of potential until he himself smears slates.
 
Single handedly he comes with his charts already mapped with my plan!
After all, he is quite elaborate when I exclusively need my Handy Man!


Details | I do not know? | |

Childhood Friend

We started out friends
And that's how it should be in the end.
My first budding love,
My second friend I met,
My first guy friend.

Our opposing fates
Have left me behind
In a loveless crate.
City boy, suburban small town me,
How far away you are.

I can't sway it all away.
One day and some night
Could you become mine?


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Pictionary Visions

It's a game with shapes to describe words that we all play.
But verbs that shall serve as verses is what we'd like to say.

They can't hold us down.
They can't hold us back.

Every time we shall rise.
Every time we shall have another smirk on our face.
Every time we will continue to move on.

There will be no quit.
There shall be no surrender.
You will not be a witness to my demise.
You will be surprised by the ambition that I embody.

There will be plenty tears for the many years,
that I did not accomplish that which I intended to.
There will be many bruises on many body parts,
in particular my heart that has turned from red to a darker hue.

The many days I'll over work body, mind and soul to fill up my glass.
The many nights that sleep was sacrificed for a goal that some say is out of my grasp.

With my head held high, with my tears dried, I shall clench a fist for all to see.

We didn't stop when they told us to.
They didn't dry our tears when we needed them to.

They couldn't hold us down.
They couldn't hold us back.

Every time we rose.
Every time we had another smirk on our faces.
Every time we continued to move on.

With teary eyes I’ll live long enough to see my vision.
Thanks to the precision of my decisions to fill in all the gaps,
I’ll embody it all, as our actions play Pictionary,
maybe then they'll understand our...ambition... through these Pictionary Visions


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Parthenon Marbles


Parthenon marbles
the Greek ancient heritage 
why the Queen has it?


Details | I do not know? | |

Collectable...

As a toy my life is basic...
I was bought years ago...
Yes...I had good times and bad times...
My life time is spent...
Outside the walls with my owner...
And also inside...
Sometimes I'm left and lost...
I have had a few others like myself...
That are still around...
Our owner when young...
Well lets say...was never really into taking care of our looks...
Or to what could be done to us...
Damage does happen...
These are the ones that are left behind...
You do not want to be damaged...
Now in my later years...
Myself and others are collectibles...
So we are in view for others to see...
As a collectibles we are taken care of...
Unlike our earlier years...
As a toy...


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24 Hour Prayer

I would like to challenge the world to have one day of peace, something this great 
land of ours really and truly needs.
For one day of peace, can we show each other a little juman kindness, just leave 
all the bad memories and negativity behind us, as we say a prayer in silence.
For one day of peace, can we say no to anger and hello to love, for 24 hours, just 
think with our hearts, instead of using our guns.
For one day of peace, can we truly be honest, not as americans or politicians, but 
as one single person on this earth, that can see what the problem is
For one day of peace, can you imagine such a very enormous accomplishment, 
to only show each other compassion, instead of sin and violence.
For one day of peace, can we think of togetherness, instead of so much 
seperation, be more humanitarian, and help heal this nation.
For one day of peace, are willing to ignore hatred and embrace human 
exceptance, we only have one chance at life, I'd rather enjoy it, than spend the 
rest of my life trying to forget it.


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Lies

There comes a time in every mans life
Where he starts to realize all the little lies
From people hiding the facts
You never thought you'd be lied to but it's all just an act
People wake up everyday and put on a new face
We'll never see what's there, because life has turned into a race
That face is who we see what we miss is what's behind the mask
We won't even take the time out to talk to them and ask
Everyone looks out for themselves instead of unifying
We could be so much stronger if we'd just stop lying
Lies can lead to deaths and deaths will lead to crying
trying to breathe in fresh air..but its all been corrupted
The life of people have been disrupted
Instead of letting us live as one
They got us split up man we're under the gun
I don't know I can say all I want they say one person 
Can make a difference I don't think they know that for certain


Details | I do not know? | |

REMINISCE

Walking near the old schoolyard
these ears can hear a child's laughter HARD
Voices of my friends  YESTERDAY
Our world was young as we continued to play
Semesters,
to the study hall and BASKETBALL in the gym
The LUNCH ROOM where the pizza was served
and after that..CHOCOLATE COOKIES for desert
1:00 and RECESS fun
quarter of two and our day is almost done
FRIENDS to go home with
SLEEPOVERS for the night

I still recollect,
about the joy we found that night
innocence then,
never became that way again

I never became the jock or funny clown
when puberty hit
JUNIOR HIGH put me down
To accept the good as well the taunting
I GO BACK NOW,to the faces that are HAUNTING

That was then,my friend..
AND THIS IS NOW at 36 and counting!!


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Seventy1

Seventy1
CharlaXPFable
CharlaXFables
A Rose by any other namme shall smell as sweet to mee as ewe.
Jesus paid the sacrifice the aritifice of life became the death of me to give me 
back the life eye gave away for him to follow him is to find it all again the words 
men speak if allowed to brew would make them dead to make them blow to just 
explode the air then turning into chamber pots of full. Love can be a sacrifice a 
very strang surprise a hurried meal a quick repast that lasts all day and then 
some into the night making merry just for heart. The dead weight of most people 
would cause the air ship the alien crafted vessel that eye ride in to tip over and 
the eye would fall out all over the place. Love can be a pillow cold on one side 
and warm to face. The avid reader can imagine this. Head stopped up with 
saving grace the pain inside stops sleep from come.
Then the pillow turned the face pressed up into the cold the wonderful stopping 
of the pain the added comfort of the pillow side out getting cold again then 
comes the time when the repeated effort is again applied oh the wonder of it oh 
the bliss of a cold pillow kiss. NEWS FLASHED before mye eye:
This is just in from NEO Pueblo when someone gets a message in a forum and 
the message sender sends it as a thank you and then adds a different picture 
than the one in his posted poem as way of illustration do ewe think they noticed it 
at all or is it just that it seems so strang to mee and would it be that they aer so 
obsessed with what they aer doing to jump up and dance on just one foot and 
yell and holler look what CHARLAX did he sent the wrong picture to the forum. 
Eye just deleted an accounting error it was a majoretted disappointed mess to 
me they always made fun of eye and mee and the way eye use my style to make 
a poem bleed the pain of being one so far ahead of time is priceless in the 
function of an android using lifetimes.


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Every One Has Time


every one has time
to leave, red bird starts to fly
wings flap with new hope


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Unkept Secrets

                                  
                                    If fate's when first impressions love
                                  Then regret's yearning what never was
                                    At ease entranced my eyes retrieve
                                                Forgotten memories
                                      Told this tale countless times 
                                  I loved an angel who lost her mind
                             Choose one word which rhymes with fate
                             Relive my life and transcend its mistakes
                             Reclaim precious time, addiction wastes
                      Some angels charm, yet their misery is shared fate

                                         Past memories,I can't forget 
                                   To cherish the past without regret
                                               Until my last breath
                              An angel's death is my secret unkept

                     If wisdom's embraced, trying moments mature
                                Some more fortunate, won't endure
                                Search the cosmos, search inside
                                Is regret volition's reward?And why?

                              Some lost souls embrace addiction
    Save precious time , their unfurtunate fate is an intuitive prediction
                        Some have past lives they've barely survived
                           Is pain volition's reward, or human error?
                              Is regret finite? Will love last forever?

                                         Past memories I can't forget
                                   To cherish the past without regret
                                              Until my last breath 
                                  An angel's death is my secret unkept                                        


Details | I do not know? | |

Friendship

Friendship is a complex thing
that starts out very slow,
But, as the time tick tocks away,
it starts to grow and grow.

Some friends come and some friends go,
but this I have to say,
I knew right from the very start,
that You were here to stay.

You've been My Inspiration,
You've listened as I've cried,
You've stood by me through thick and thin,
You've NEVER left My Side.

Some Friends that I have Loved and Lost
were VERY Dear to Me,
But, Now I KNOW when I lost them,
that God sent You to Me.

He knew I needed Friends 
that Forever Would Be True,
Friends that I Could Cherish,
and Love My Whole Life Through.

And so My Friends the time has come
for Me to say to You,
I'll ALWAYS be Right By Your Side
to Love and Care for You.


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I Wake Up Early, Like The Other Old People Do

Through the beauty of words, 
an unsuspecting poet unleashed his passion, 
instilling it into my brain.

His in un-familiar form, written flawlessly, so sweet they say.

Oh, do not hungry nor tease me with your musing, 
for my stomach surely can’t wait 
to peek through the youth of your life  

Do not ask 
what my heart can do, once young, 
but now complicated and ageing on my favorite pillow.

Nor seek the truth, inside me, wandering not from my ways.

Do you see in my face the youthfulness, once I had,
now hidden for eternity behind this frail skin,  
and clothed by this grayed beards of my yesteryears?

A great rhymer, 
sometimes a free-verser, 
so many years ago, versified the Earth. 

Not of salt, but by his wondrous soul, tinged with crackling hues of fall.

O you, who de-versify me 
do I see thy quill rhyme?
Then bother not thy self to ask about my sonnet. 
    


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The Mirror



Each time I look in a mirror
I know just what I should see
I am looking at my image
or is my image looking at me.

I'm always a bit disappointed
it never shows me as it should
most of the time I'm fairly well dressed
but it never shows me looking good.

If my image and I could change places
would anyone really know
my reflection and I are exactly the same
so surely nothing could show.

we move together in unison
there is nothing I can hide
my reflection has everything I have
but it's all on the other side.

so whenever I look in a mirror
the image I see looks so real
and I know it will always show how I look
but can never show how I feel.


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Salacious Poet, For A Bitter Muse

I have admired many, so often, and 
wondered for whom they used to write 
their muses; if not for their lovers, then 
for whom? A poet like me who loved

them for great things. Ah, I know—
a different thought, a different 
style, but not that much concerns 
me, awhile, but the smile in you 

that beamed like magenta moon and 
lured strollers to kiss the twilight night, 
until it dimmed away, so were you, 
ditching the one you loved.  Having 

dazed in the stolen memoirs of 
spring that was mine, I know now— 
admiration, sometimes, if not always has 
a bitter ending…in a poet’s lonely page! 



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And There Is The Sky-

and there is the sky…
where the cockcrow and dusk meet,
i’m caught, by surprise



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It Is A Great View


it is a great view 
tree’s roots holding against time
how far can you see?
	





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When you wake up in the morning

When you wake up in the morning and start your daily tasks. What is the first 
thing you want to accomplish  for  today?  Are you thinking about yesterday and 
the things you didn’t do?  If your mind is on  yesterday for  what you haven’t 
finished  or the many troubles  and unfinished plans that went  along the way.  
You can  diminish that thought  and make your plans what did not get finished 
yesterday. And start anew. Do you have too many daily tasks to do?  Why not do 
them one at a time when you  make a plan on the most important things and 
don’t ask where can I begin. And how to do thinks right and to know I can win. 
Don’t find  yourself in a hurry and take it nice and slow.  Why not do things right 
and try not to worry and do not rush the time for today is here now  so make a 
plan for your day ahead  and do not dread the things you have to do. For 
yesterday is gone plan the hear and now. Listen what I am telling  you  take this 
day and make a vow and you will know what to do when you wake up in the 
morning.


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My Shady Tree

I am not going to let this world stress me out anymore, because the lord answers prayers.
Recently, I passed away and made it all the way to heaven. This time, I am one of God’s holy
angels. I need to step out of this world again, and find me a shady tree. 

Folks are killing each other for no reason at all. Yesterday, the sun start crying
because, they build those skyscrapers too high in these neighborhoods. I am too scared to
go in an elevator, down town. Every time I look up at those skyscraper buildings, my
arthritis kicks in. Lord, in the morning I need a little bit of sunshine on my face. Where
is my Shady tree? 

Every time I pick up the newspaper, I see corruption, violence and bad news in this world.
Mama use to say, “What the world needs now, is love, sweet love?” Look at these kids
bringing guns and knives to school and participating in lock downs, instead of lunch
breaks. I know some of these kids are spoil rotten to the core.

Anyway, the kids figure it is economical selling drugs, then attending Yale or Princeton
college. Well, too many video games and all that bling, bling rap music on TV is
destroying their young minds. Look at the young girls having babies and leaving a helpless
and poor baby in the trash bins for them garbage men to pick up. We have babies making
more babies. 

Oh, heavenly Father and sweet Jesus, I need my shady tree to recover from all this mess!
Lord, we got too many children ripping and running these streets without fathers at home,
providing clothes, food and shelter. 

Cassias bring mama a glass of ice water. Have you heard about the good news, “Jesus is
coming back” Lord, just let me live 999 years or live as long as Moses lived. 

I remember, back in the day, when ever, I had any troubles in the world, I just go look
for my shady tree. Cassias bring mama her slippers, so I can rest these tired old feet.
Bless his little soul. Well, I don't have to worry about it anymore, because I died and
went to heaven.



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Murder

A man lies dying, a victim of a cause
his name not important, nor the time of his fall
Impaled in Romania, or crucified for the glory of Rome
cut are the sinews of conscience, dangling from a soulless abode
How many have bled, in reverence to a god or a nation
holy aren't thy waters, baptizing an armada of Spanish creation
For every 95 Thesis, must we have a 100 Year War
October bled Stalin's revolution, a red epitaph of Leningrad lore
Blame pernicious leaders, for cajoling fear and hate
yet whose firm handshake slits the throat, of civilized debate
A Ukrainian famine, a Jewish holocaust, a Japanese city eerily still
the killing fields are always fertile, beneath the city on a hill
Ignorance and greed, gorge a leviathan corpulent and crowned
cannibalism is its creed, its ruddy chains writhing unbound
How many voices were silenced, that sixth day of June
history too often forgets, to seal a tyrant's tomb
We are blessed with reason, the ability to discern
is life not a precious gift, impossible to return
Could you steal the last breath, from your child's loving kiss
would a god give you a righteous sword, to kill one of his


Details | Free verse | |

Adages Pt. 2 (darkness)

Adages Pt. 2 (darkness) 

Everything is spinning 
A place so dark with insolence 
Ignorance 
The trickiest joke for man to bear witness 
Soon drawn into it himself 
If not one extreme then into the other 

This was a man who could have had it all 
Instead 
Running a race against himself 
Driving out the last bit of human 
Clinging so desperately 
Deep inside his mind 

He wonders about the turn of events 
Unfolding so slowly around him 
A cold creeping 
A loss of feeling 
He feels so blue 
And all that he sees is black 
It is spinning 
Spinning 
So slowly 
Too late to turn back 

There is only a glimmering now 
Of what this man used to be 
The smallest of splinters 
Of a soul torn to pieces 
And it is beginning to understand 
The joke that was played on him 


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Today Is Sunday

today is Sunday
a day to meet our Savior
see you at the park


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A Bright Shining Hope

A bright shining hope in a blind ricochet
In the gardens of stone where the sleepers lay
Where the bells chimed out on a brand new day,
A bright shining hope peeled resounding.

A bright shining hope firing heart and mind
Like a grand constellation in clusters aligned
With a mystic astrology built predefined,
A bright shining hope shone abounding.

A bright shining hope out of centuries blew
On the winds of change, ringing in with the new
And from Auld Lang Syne rose a future anew,
A bright shining hope stood agleam.

A bright shining hope of souls reuniting,
Amalgams of legends and heroes inciting
An unwritten future made ours for the writing
A bright shining hope to redeem,
Of a humanitarian dream.


Details | Senryu | |

Time Out


time out, my love
fire is everywhere…
our safety first


Details | Haiku | |

olden memories

olden memories
linger as the great orb fades,
before lovers' eyes


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Frankenstein

With all the might, the weight of knowledge of the grave,
  The clay of swamps and human souls laid waste,
Composed in gothic castle bowels towered on the crags,
  The genius of madness in this universe disgraced.
Forked the lightning throttled at the cold conductors,
  Glowing blue fluorescence, spitting sparks upon the slate,
Crackled, pulsing energy surged to the dungeon deep
  And bade mouldering death to live in rotten dissipate.
To dream to be as God is, to do as God has done,
  To trespass on humanity in breach of science name,
Beholding of the horror, of vile reanimated flesh,
  To rail against the heavens in a rage of fire and flame.
To watch with dawning horror as it cracks a milky eye,
  And twitching, scabrous fingers rap upon the bloody bed,
Bandages torn open, trailing from the feral face
  Contorted by the seizures of the newly living dead.
Unleashed upon the earth a freshly birthed abomination,
  From out the womb of hell, some half-aborted patchwork son,
Too late to ask the question at the seething, looming frame,
  “Dear God who art in heaven, dear God what have I done?”


Details | Senryu | |

Christians, Muslims, Jews

Christians, Muslims, Jews
The world’s a wonderful place
What have they done now?


Details | Narrative | |

Five Glychostones

There’s five glychostones and they’re hid very well.

One is a link to the future of a God given Grace.
One is a key to all of the boxes stuffed with mail.
One is a code to an ancient mystery and is a case.
One is a seed that grows throughout all the lands.
Moreover, the last is a main element for survival!

So we go journeying for the glychostones in the kingdom halls up in hands,

What a redemptive Holy revival!
Hands in hands they shall all go.
Not one, but two knows their way.
Just hope and always, always pray!
And never simply say I don’t know!

Just search for the five glychostones enriched in its purest true value,
Moreover, each has essential life sustaining merits of valor or honor, 
Hands fill up in the sands when the farmer awakens inside all of you!

Just search for five glychostones and seek to explore all you can do,
Each glychostone reaps in merits and honors ordained pure and true.

You will find every single one of them decked out in crystallites’ blue!
You are splendid with many abundant blessing hands upon your lands!


Details | Rhyme | |

Love When Is It Your Turn

Just close your eyes and try to imagine...

The last time you felt love, with an everlasting passion......

Was it yesterday, or maybe the day before....

But when is it the right time for love, only you know....

Will it come in the day, or sneak up during the night....

Or will it come real easy, or will you have to put up a fight.....

Will you accept it with open arms, or will you turn your back and walk away.....

Love comes, it goes, but when will you decide it can stay......

Do you trust it, or will you judge it, or will you let passion lead the way....

But time and time again you ask youself....

When will it be my day.....

Will you love it for eternity, and never take it for granted........

Or would you miss use it like a person, and end up empty handed.......

Its a bond like no other, like a child and a mother.....

But if you don't allow it into your heart, then how can it take you any further.....

It lives and breaths off of every kiss, touch,or hug.......

Or even in the bed making sweet love......

But is this all you think of when you think about love.....

Or do you feel it in your soul, and share it with another.....

He or She wants to Love you until their dying day.......

But without Love where would you be today.......





Details | Carpe Diem | |

Never on a Sunday

The Friday night pumpkin coach
That delivered you to my door,
Has come to whisk you home again,
To live, live your own life once more.

It could have been a fantasy,
You being here, so close to me.
There was some kind of payment given,
And things felt as good as they used to be.

With silent encumbered emotion,
Northern light-like spectacle reignited.
With only a spark from your tactile passion,
This blind one was once again sighted.

The roller coaster ride
You've taken me on for years
Passed as a gentle bemusement,
Until all became perfectly clear.

Silent still in darkness,
Surrounded in circumference,
Imagination rallies the rockets.
Again, comes surging the tide.

Awash, aghast, transfixed in the cyclone
Living in the moment for me, with you.
Forget what I've learned about purpose,
Remembering how it feels: alive, free, and true.

For twenty-four hours we lived
Just the way we wanted to be.
Transgressions, migrations, destinations,
Past forgetting you showed me
The way to set my soul free.

Whisper to me in the dimness
Of predawn's early plight.
Ignore the stoic stone culprits
Who rob us of illicit delight.

With day comes the light, and robs comfort.
It all feels so wrong by day.
This devilment strongest in moonlight,
With our next rendezvous, a full month away.


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Just Because

Just because, 
I really thought I was!
I was coming and coming,
Holding nothing back!
I could go anywhere,
I could go running!
I came unlatched.
I just really can not compare!
Just because,
I just really knew it was!
I kept going and going,
Holding nothing back!
I went showing!
I was unlatched
I am just really glowing!
Just because,
It really was,
It was here and now!
Holding nothing back!
I go proud!
I am unlatched!
I am just really now!
Just because,
It really was!
But gone forever!
Holding nothing back!
I went clever!
I became unlatched!
I was prisoner, 
Just because 
I really was!


Details | ABC | |

The Human Kind

During some time in life, the caged animal is set free
Taking on the world so aggressively
No longer at the parent's beckon call
They no longer are staring at their bedroom walls
They take flight and start living their own lives
As they grow, from their backs they will have to remove some knives
Where is the compassion, a lack of  it these days
Some become homebodies, others become strays
Strays should be neutered or spayed
Self preservation is a natural instinct
Life is so precious, can pass by in a blink
Life should be held in high regard and  respect
The worst animal is human in many aspects
Kindness to others comes in slivers
By far the takers outnumber the givers
They say that we are all coming to the end of our time 
The hints of it are evident, I guess there has to be more dramatic signs
We are of course talking about the human kind


Details | I do not know? | |

normal

All of this pain
I suffered with no gain
leaves me crying at night
for what I didn’t do right.
The people I’ll see
there eye’s become daggers to me,
as they find me out 
and what im about.
A mixed up child
in this world gone wild
that’ll spit at those who are different, 
and who stray from societies current.
Yet I’m the one
that you have shun 
that will change the future
and leave you in a blur.
Even though you have shown me only hate,
I'll welcome you through my kingdoms gate
where you’ll never be alone
and your beauty given a chance to be shown.
I’ll give you the chance you never gave me,
a chance to be great for everyone to see.

This is for all the kids that lived their life being the outcast as a child because of 
how the lived. They are people too and must be given a chance to be great. 
Society rewards those students who excel in main stream events but forget the 
ones who aren’t in those groups. For so long dorks, gays, shy people, smart 
people, and anyone who was not in the norm have been put down. Forget the 
way that you were treated for after your time in hell is served your time in heaven 
will be well worth the wait.


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Spiraling Thoughts

So many thoughts in my mind,
only my Spirit can find 

My soul is running a race,
I think I'm traveling in time

Our people dying so fast,
It seems nobody can last

How can the mourners rejoice,
if they're a sound with no voice

I hope to be a true light,
and only live for what's right

So all the people can see,
the way a leader should be

The only purpose of man,
is love and govern the land

But people love to go sin,
and do it over again

Until they look at the end,
and see there's no way to win.


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Sincerity

Here in my mind I ponder such wondrous things.
At least to me they are it seems with much passion.
What is it that powers the mind that we are so alone?
Do any of us really have friends or is it false pity.
Some are eager to say and speak of friendship true.
But then tragedy calls and they run without clue.
Whether from countryside or the ever-busy city,
They recall their words easily but act as a drone.
We all sincerely try to honor our words in a fashion.
However, fall short in the truth of everything that brings.
True friendship, love of fellow humankind in reality,
Nevertheless, in every eager heart there is utter sincerity.


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St. Nicholas

There's a little bit of St. Nicholas in all of us…

Most of us will never ride on a flying sled
Led by nine reindeer, one with a "nose so red"
And most of us will never go all around the world
In just one night with gifts for every boy and girl

But we all want this time of year to be
A happy holiday for little ones to see

There's a little bit of St. Nicholas
In all of us each year
And it's all because we are Santa Claus
To all we hold so dear
So in the Spirit of Christmas love
Let us share this season's cheer
With everyone like a newborn Son
In the Nick of time this year               (Chorus)

Most of us may never jingle bells dressed in red
For spare change so others can be sheltered, clothed and fed
And most of us may never visit the needy overseas
Or spend hours with our neighbors or the least of these

But let's give to those who ask and show charity
To the poor and lonely, and the young and old that be

Without necessities of life within longings of love
So they will believe in what they're dreaming of
And receive what they need and more than enough
So that they too can be a little like St. Nicholas

(Chorus)


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EARTH MOTHER BELL

Now tell me what is this thing, what does it represent?

Will we be able to comprehend it’s meaning to our heart’s content?

Why does it fill the soul with such a strange wonderment?

Making us feel and cherish our life’s every moment

 

The way it makes us feel is like we are being nourished

The earth’s love and warmth making us flourish

Thinking of mother earth’s love that we all cherish

Without the gifts of the earth humankind will perish

 

It is but truly fitting to make a bell out of the image

To wake up those whose thoughts had been sleeping in this age

We may not be as wise I and as intelligent as the bygone royal sage

But we should know that a battle against evil in this time should be waged


Now even the weather system is suddenly changing

Our dear mother earth’s health is slowly failing

We are having worldwide disasters that are alarming

Effects of what is called everywhere as global warming


Do we stay deaf to the earth’s mournful call?

Can’t we hear it calling, can’t we hear it toll?

Will we be a part of mankind’s end, the human race’s downfall

In saving our dear mother’s life shouldn’t we give our all?


There is evil destruction being done to nature and we know it well

Destroying trees, killing animals just to have something to sell

Destroying the environment wantonly, creating our own hell

It’s time to hark, and hear the call of the earth mother bell


Details | Senryu | |

Cultures Of The World

cultures of the world
wars predictable, than peace
every now and then


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Pa

Red shirt with a matching hat pulled down low over his eyes.
Just leaning, holding up the wall while having a smoke.
Watching him watch me.
Still looking out for my girl, but maybe it's time I look out for me.
She's grown, I'm grown, and he is definitely grown.
Small talk floating through the air.
Trying so hard not to be interested, keeping my attitude hard.
Thought I had given up on trying, but this one has sparked my interest.
And then it happens.
A comment thrown my way by this one, not rude, not vulgar, just painfully 
observant.
And I reply back, addressing him as "Pa" and the wall suddenly holds itself up.
My eyes grow wide as does his.
A sign of respect, a hotter spark, a door opening, then going back inside truly 
thinking the nights almost done.
His hand reaches out and touches my arm, soft words shared.
Bad timing but I don't really care.
After watching him for so long I now cannot meet his eyes.
I can't stop smiling, can't stop looking up into those eyes and feeling like I belong 
with this one.
Feel like I belong TO this one.
Don't want to leave his side, leave his sight, leave his touch.
Kisses so gentle and soft on my forehead.
Inhaling deeply taking in his smell.
Time has slowed but sped up all at once.
What to do.
What to feel.
Totally becoming lost in this stranger who doesn't feel like a stranger at all.
I keep biting my lip, holding back the urge to kiss him deeply.
Wanting to respond to him and give into him totally.
Feeling his arm around me, so safe.
Totally losing my mind.
Never have done this, never have thought this, but I called him Pa and it came so 
easily.
I want this one.
I want to know all his secrets as I share mine with him.
I want to be his anyway anytime anyplace.
We really have to be going but I'm dreading leaving his side.
My mind pleading for time to stop.
More tender kisses, sharing quick looks, smiles.
I find myself giving him my number with no hesitation.
We clicked we flowed we belong.
Impatience from my girls pokes at the air surrounding us pulling at us.
I lean in and kiss his cool smooth cheek.
One last look over my shoulder as I leave.
Trying to burn that smile those eyes those lips that I long to kiss into my memory,
Just in case.
One last reminder "Call me Pa" and in my heart I'm his.
Whether it's love at first sight, spontaneous and all consuming or just lust.
I so want this one I called Pa.
Time to leave with hopes he wants me too.


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Roads...

Where this road will lead us to my brothers we don't really know? Our life down 

here on earth is filled with many bends and twist that sometimes takes us a  

dead end street . Sometimes it takes us back to the same place from which we 

came from. It’s a road filled with some good times, bad times, friends and foes. 

These roads we travel can touch our hearts and change our lives at anytime and 

in so many ways. Not one of us knows when that road that we travel will end? My 

road that I've travel has had so many bends, curves, hills, bridges and dead end 

streets that made me cry like a newborn infant . As you travel that road that you 

have chosen to travel upon, with its many streams, peaks and valleys to arrive 

at your final destination? Never forget that you have had co-pilot and navigator 

that has guided you to your final destination? He gave you his Holy map, that you 

only need but to read it and it would get you there safely to your final destination. 

God is that navigator and co-pilot who has watched all the time and knew each 

turn you would take even before you knew it... No road was unknown to him that 

you would decide to take, as you traveled those road  to  finally  destination... As 

you pull into Gods Holy Garage for your final inspection.


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Who I Want to Be

The world spins and keeps spinning
It is as if I am trapped within a dream
Or nightmare?
No guide ahead to follow
I began this way on my own
Independence 
It shall come when I reach the end,
The end of the treatment,
The medicine,
The group therapy,
I shall better myself
Becoming who I want to be.


Details | Cowboy | |

A Cowboy Remembers 9/11

Two proud peaks rise up from the range,
Like a dream we all have of heaven—
They soar above white clouds and sky—
A remembrance of 9/11. 

New York’s a far piece to ride to,
But folks all know what happened that day—
When those twin towers both came down
And there wasn’t much left then to say.

There’s always some that mean you harm,
Out on the range or down by the creek—
And there’s a time to take a stand
And not to just turn the other cheek.

There are those that only want talk—
And those that say we should cut and run—
But that ain’t my America—
Americans always get things done!

A strong purple haze is rising
From the plains and cities of the earth—
It’s called American spirit—
It now reclaims the rights of our birth.  

Two proud peaks rise up from the range,
Like a dream we all have of heaven—
They soar above white clouds and sky—
A remembrance of 9/11. 


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When you wake up in the morning

When you wake up in the morning and start your daily tasks. What is the first 
thing you want to accomplish  for  today?  Are you thinking about yesterday and 
the things you didn’t do?  If your mind is on  yesterday for  what you haven’t 
finished  or the many troubles  and unfinished plans that went  along the way.  
You can  diminish that thought  and make your plans what did not get finished 
yesterday. And start anew. Do you have too many daily tasks to do?  Why not do 
them one at a time when you  make a plan on the most important things and 
don’t ask where can I begin. And how to do things right and to know I can win. 
Don’t find  yourself in a hurry and take it nice and slow.  Why not do the things 
right and try not to worry and do not rush the time for today is here now  so make 
a plan for your day ahead  and do not dread the things you have to do. For 
yesterday is gone plan the hear and now. Listen what I am telling  you  take this 
day and make a vow and you will know what to do when you wake up in the 
morning.


Details | ABC | |

UNTITLED MONUMENT

Beyond the self, 
is the freedom, unchained dawn,
I am in a crowd of voices. 
Lifted by songs,
a bruised truth becomes a rose. 
Choice was limited,
I desired silence, middle path in night, 
under the lunar ecstasy.

Nowhere to go 
I searched for tranquility, peace and light. 
Failing hopelessly. 
Love migrates back to old memories. 
White days are pruned,
I would say the mirror was wrong. 
I did not choose my life.

Dream of final 
release was extraordinary
grandeur of pink moon 
hanging on the trees,
the divine shower.
Life did not alter the genes, 
it shifted the flow. 
Untitled monument was submerged.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Senryu | |

Quarter Past Midnight


quarter past midnight
dad’s wild footstep, as he goes
to change diaper


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Aksam

Aksamim oksuzlugu
Gun olmamis yildiz
Sokaklar sensiz utanmis
Yikadilar gecemi tutamadim 
Ruzgarlar  adsiz  sensiz
Ruzgarlar esdi  sokaklarda
Yarim  alamam kendimi
Bir cinar bir tas adsiz 
Ruzgarlar cananim 
Esti sesiz sokaklarinda
Utanirim oksuz kendimden


Details | I do not know? | |

POEM OF AN INDIAN

       One determined night sitting down to write a poetry...
            I could only think of the creaky wooden chair and the acidic itching in        
my stomach,
            I tried to close my eyes and conjure up a gold papered vision,but the only
 available picture was of an obliging colleague,paper mounts,ink spills,one 
rupee tea,unwashed lunch boxes,unpaid bills,nagging headaches,fighting for 
seats,hot sleepy afternoons,sterline evenings,endless grey staircase,tired 
wating room and sweaty clothes,
             I got up!! could'nt any way write poetry as now...i caught my self living it.....


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The Path of Intention


Like Roger and Monica, we madly 
Made love, in dalliance; it wasn’t a question
Of status---the who’s who in love 

But a time 
To receive
And be received as well; you and I

Not the perfect couple though
Yet the longings of our breath were shaped out
From the very same skin of inner craving

Clearly, no one’s legitimate
To debate the issue of morality, yet we must
Remember the precious time 

When our bodies settled 
Calmly, into the path of our erotic desires  
Like Roger and Monica


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Haiku

Human being’s mind rhyme
A moment of undefined time
Interacting with a fine chime
Kissing the fruit of a wild lime
Understand nature’s sublime


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The War

This war has raged for many a year
Mothers & Fathers shed oceans of tears
It’s fought here at home and on foreign soil
I’m not talking about terrorist or oil
Fought from home to home and coast to coast
There are no boundaries when addiction is the host
I remember once a lifetime ago
I advocated this war with my soul
Then I devoted my mind and took a stand
Looked up at my Lord then kissed his hand
Up until that moment the day was dark as hell
For when the Lord saved me it was in my cell
There is a fact that I can’t hide
I became a traitor and traded sides
Now days I travel from jail to jail
Donate my books to the poor souls in hell
Telling them all “Please believe what I say”
“Our Lord can make this all go away”
I am a living example for the world to see
Just look at the changes the Lord made in me
Some kid said, “Boy this one got way to spun”
Homeboy pulled him aside and said, “That’s Jughead son”
Then they ask their questions and I answered my best
Told them “Take what you need and leave the rest”
I hugged my homeboy with eyes full of tears
He just caught an L with 37 years
At our age I reckon he’ll die in the pen
Someday I hope to see him again
Him and I were as close as any two brothers
I stopped by his house to consol his mother
To the mothers and fathers please never lose hope
Our Lords more powerful than all that dope
To the addicts I say, “Just look at me”
Living simple, honest, loving and free
At the end of the road my castle awaits
Provided I earn my way through the gate



   Authors note: I would like to dedicate this poem to all of the mothers, Fathers, Brothers and Sisters of addicts 
and or convicts in prison. To all the addicts I urge you to consider what your lifestyle is doing to the ones you 
love.
   A special dedication I wish to make to Mary Duhart. Mary my heart is with you always


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past

Lost in my life
everything is a myestery
i can not describe
what is happening in history

for life is not pain
going insane
when people have life
then the time perscribes a wife

when world comes to an end
then everything goes stright down the drain
so time is just a bend
for all the soul of the experments of the lain

for everyone trys
and everyone dies
when time just slows down
then i hit the ground

for everwhere i go
i just went really want to show
and things will not pass
as i go now in the grass


Details | I do not know? | |

Fake haters conversation

x
Hey y whats up girl did you see what happened to z
y
No what happened because i heard that d the wino knocked her up you know the 
one with a glass eye
x
no girl i didn't hear that one but thats not the one i'm talking about. she went and 
got this entire plastic surgery done and now she looks like the clown from the 
movie  from "It". Plus all of that plastic makes her smell like a wet dog.
y
Yo girl s stupid the she tripped over a cordless phone. Not only that she wears 
fake teeth.
x 
Yo i'm telling you that i can't stand her. Next time i see her we are going to fight
y
Well here is your chance because here she comes and remember that I got your 
back girl
x
 hey z girl whats up? you know every time i see you your style is always of the 
hook. And your hair is always looking fly Right y
y
Right you look so natural and that perfume that you wear is hot. It fits you real 
good. You look really nice too
z
Whatever!!!!!!!!!


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Willfulness

I 
Am 
Willful.
My bitter
Hatred of this trait
Is unending, It haunts my mind.
Though this trait is one I must live to deal with, I have
No means to murder it, to leave it behind, I step onward, Living, Learning, 
Dealing.


Details | Free verse | |

Hanging By A Moment

hanging by a moment 
one tiny fraction of time 
yet immeasurable
in it's value, incalculable

a moment after a few drinks 
late, grab the keys, out the door 
life flashes before your eyes 
someone dies, just a moment

left hanging 

the moment you said goodbye 
to what would be the love of your life
your dreams reflecting the cost 
decisions, unchangeable

left hanging 

the moment you gave up your dreams 
settled for mediocrity 
where you teetered on the edge 
and slipped into oblivion 

no longer hanging 

all those tiny fractured moments 
that make up our lives 
realizing that every moment matters 
for the sum of the whole defines who we are
and where we are going 

no time is wasted time 
every moment signifies a decision, a choice 
for when the moment is gone 
it quickly becomes a memory 

either a memory left hanging 
to try and forget 
or one to enjoy 
to always remember

hanging by a moment
small but mighty 
one single moment
can change all your moments

forever! 


Details | Haiku | |

the Apparition

the Apparition
in the morning news headlines
what is the message? 


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Night Calls


Me. 

On back porch, I jostled 
Against time.

I saw 
Night 
Overcame day,

Intriguing 
The footsteps
Of my 
Barren sigh; and

As I met
Midway 
My sleep,
The phone 
Buzzed; someone interviewed my heart.


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K I S S I N G

K I S S I N G 

When I was a young boy oh so many years ago, 
the girls they really teased me so incessantly, 
Bing o  is the Name o was a better one to me. 
Then K I s s I n G. 
Kay eye ess ess eye inn gee. 
Charles and Parme~ sitting in the tree. 
First comes love; then comes marraige, 
then comes baby in a baby carraige. 
And then there was the one they sang, 
that really made my head ache ring. 
Red ROver Red ROver come on over, 
when i did they locked they little arms 
and tried to knock me to the ground 
my stomach still aches with all the little hate 
of the little women that hated  me and beat me down. 
DOwn to the ground i am made of. 
And now that ewe knoe all my past 
ICI this poem at last: 
Ewe are the woman, 
Eye am the mirror, 
My heart is the trigger, 
Eye am dead. 
Love is kind. 




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Port Piraeus


The very same shoes took a lonely seat on 
the wing of Port Piraeus, while the procrastinating 
noon wind, so calm, letting my tongue be clothed
with orange rinds down the sea of passion. 

The lovely stray feline struts on heels, 
so eager to be free, searching for hornpipe dancers—
hmm, those well-built tars now sailing home 
on her ship laden with poetic dreams. 

The very same shoes stood up 
and quietly followed her, 
perhaps, with a free-verse and Sapphic stanza
in his agitated steps.


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Choice

I can feel the world rush past me
Like voices without conviction
Words of no importance
Mending nothing in the distance
But history

Yet we believe in self
And glory
Fate

Deep are the valleys of deceit
Echoing
Insatiable
Parched
A land without bounty
And wisdom
Hope

We are beasts
Foe
With unfounded truths
Except our own
To create
Strengthen
Justify
Self proclaimed boundaries
Lines
Of distinction
Division
Choice


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Random Ramblings

Dylan's The Times They are a-changing becoming prophetic
Crime escalating fueled by
Government interference and bureaucracy
Negating reward for achievement while
Praising mediocrity taking steps to insure
Self esteem for the misfit justifying
The politically correct 
Now I wonder
Does the liberal perception of freedom emasculate us
If so take me back to a time
When James Dean was a rebel and heroes meant
Integrity respect and values now absent
In today's society
Lunch can in the corner 
Daddy's home and supper's on
Hugs provided warmth that the old Heatrola
Could never match
Needle and thread resurrecting a sock
Making a pair again
Take a bath it's Saturday night and there's church in the morning
Church picnic in the park in the afternoon
Damn Damn Damn we never found Utopia
We gave it away


Details | Lyric | |

The Evening News

Welcome America to tonights addition of the six o'clock news!
San Fransisco has been shaken by yet another quake.
New Orleans has been buried and is now a great lake.
The body of a four year old has been recovered from a dumpster,
wrapped in a garbage bag.
A group of rioters were seen burning the American flag.
A father could not take the pressure-he shot his wife and kids.
We had a sighting of Bin Ladin, but he must have ran and hid.
We seized thirty pounds of explosives from an airline terminal.
We still don't have the prison space to deal with all our criminals.
Because of oil shortages gas prices have reached an all time high.
A bigger corporation has come to town so many jobs will die.
We have lost the war on drugs-I have to tell the truth.
We had to spend your social security-apologies to our youth.
A woman was found stabbed to death in her home.
 Due to police cut backs no one was at the phones.
Well, that's all the time we have today, please join us again at ten.
I'm sure we'll have a lot more stories to report by then.
Please don't use any water tomorrow as supplies are low this year.
We are happy to report  you got your news first here!


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You Have No Rights!

No way to go
No way to go farther
Farther from the isle of breath
No way to fumble
A few steps more in vain
To go dancing in the rain
Or in the lengthening sunshine
Around the few chuckles in mystic eyes
No way to go smiling all alone
Within the basking dewdrops way side
On the blushing pleasures 
Off the tulip delights of the rose-bowl
The withering rays of the candle light
Huffing and puffing to cry no more
No more to cross the lines
Of dreams and desire
To kiss the face of the terra-cotta images
To miss the murals of the touchstone
In sober sense of escaping dignity
No way to escape further
From the lifelines of days and nights

No way to go, no way to go

No way to dare
No way to share your lungs
No way to bare your heart
To sing love to God
To wink your eyes at ease
No time to suck the honey-comb
No time to shoot the arrow in fire
Off the bow at your funeral pyre
To boost the hell of your seasons of desire
Across the sovereign reign
Of fleeting images
And dreams

No way to swallow the basal fruits
No more time to expire your rights
No more time to say goodbye to all
No way to defend your rights at all

You have no rights! You have no rights!


Details | Couplet | |

Another Tacky Break-Up

"I like you, but not like you think that I do
So let's just be friends - is that all right with you?
And please give me back all the gifts that I gave
and by any chance, did all of the wrapping you save?
Cause, now that we're "friends", I'm sure you'll agree
I should regift them all for my new love to see.
She's awfully picky, so please don't you bring
all the words that I said when I gave you that ring-
I was drunk.  I was sick.  I was on my death bed
and quite nearly insane, if not out of my head
So please just get lost, and I don't mean that mean,
but my new love is sure to arrive on the scene
So just send back the gifts, (you don't mind the expense)
It's the least you could do - for one of your friends..."


Details | Free verse | |

A Night, With The Stars


We spent the night—
once, in non-verbal talks, from rhythmic 
folk steps in duple time 
to a wild swaying. To enjoy life, 

be totally free. A lover, friends 
and me. Yes, me. I was there, to be with 
them. They wanted loud music and 

the exotic juices of an Agape plant, I 
preferred a peaceful night. Still we 
partied, with the ungentle winds 
and my sentiments. The snapping chimes 

of woods in lit and the boozes took 
us down the field, presenting the earth and 
the sky. I watched the night, with 

drunken eyes. Ah, there were the stars 
and me and the options 
yet decided. The stars easily had it, and I dazedly 
winkled, welcoming them into my world.
 



Details | Carpe Diem | |

Go Out Of Your Way

we have no time to take the scenic route 
we're always moving apace
we have no time to stop and smell the air
nor see the wonders that are in place
we're too afraid to go out of our way
running and rushing from day to day
we're reluctant to come out of our comfort zones
in our carefully laid plans we don't want a monkey wrench thrown
but sometimes God desires that of our ruts we break out
for hidden treasures may be found if we take an alternate route

Zacchaeus the main tax collector was a man with great wealth
who was willing to go out of his way to restore his spiritual health
he was a man of little stature and for him the people had disdain
yet he was tall in power and status from the wealth he had attained
but Jesus Christ, the Son of Man looked beyond Zacchaeus' possessions
He saw into Zacchaeus' heart and discerned the reasons for his transgressions
Zacchaeus was so eager to see God's prodigy
that he ran ahead of the crowd and climbed up a sycamore tree
Jesus was destined to see that little man
and put into place God's master plan

Zacchaeus was a lost soul who had a desire to be found
he was willing to repent and atone in order to stand on higher ground
he was willing to sacrifice, refund and rebate to any from whom he might have stole
he was willing to reciprocate God's generosity at a measure that was four-fold
he was completely transformed now a new creation in Christ
no longer lost but to have found a new and better life

so be like Jesus and Zacchaeus and go out of your way
to help, assist and lift up those who are in crises from day to day
as Christians we need to stand in solidarity and come out of our comfort zones
to be a part of the Great Commission and go out and save lost souls

but for the grace of God that might be me or you
but with God's saving grace we need to pull each other through
just take one little step towards Jesus Christ and let Him grant you favor
and He will take a giant step and bless you with compassionate behavior
go out of your way and just help your fellow man
spread the wealth, love and abide each other for that God's master plan






Details | Free verse | |

How Is That Okay?

whenever a young woman wants to abort an unwanted pregnancy
she get a lot of grief
yet, when young men and woman are deployed to fight
on foreign land and lose their lives
how is that okay?

Is It just a coincidence that just about every time the United States
becomes embroiled in war, a Republican is in the office of president
and how Is It possible for known terrorist groups
like the Aryan Nation, Al-Queda, or the Bloods to purchase 
large quantities of guns without  the ATF being aware of It
how is that okay?

how Is It that the entire world was oblivious to the genocide
occurring in Ruwanda and Sierra Leone
yet the United Nations ran over to Hertzakovia-Slovenia
at the first sign of trouble
how is that okay?

how Is It that the United States was halfway around the world 
in Indonesia within 5 days after the tsunami 
with food, clothing and recovery
yet here on United States soil it took over 10 days to get any 
relief to New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina
how is that okay?

where is the social responsibility?
where is the simple humanity?
where is the equality?
It's time for the people to take a stance today
and then maybe one day it will be okay


Details | Bio | |

The Beach

We're dozing off in the sun
Our lives like a loaded gun
We're carefree and fancy free
I don't know where I'd rather be

Sippin' margaritas on the beach
Our lives are no longer out of reach
We party all day, party all night
Our goals and dreams are still in sight

Our lives have come to take us away
We'd rather party and just stay
We've got our goals and dreams ahead
We'd rather stay in the sun instead


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Rumors of Communication

In searching for inspiration I found sadness
And despair
And hatred
And desperation
Frustration and guilt and anger

Realize that not everything in this beautiful world is beautiful
No matter how much you wish it was


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Courtly Love

Submissive squire on his foot 
Helping his best knight, to put
On the weapons o’ not so cute 

Beautified horses galloping,
The sharpen swords clanging, 
And wooden poles jousting,

While this beauty, mocks by tear,
Huddling, silently, in her own fear
Because of her one and only dear

For her love,
She prays of-
“Use the speed o’ thy eyes, oh knight o’ mine
For a love to dwell, forever, in arms o’ thine!”


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to whom.

here are my words for millions to read not for praises not for honor just words I needed
to set free,
put on paper or on the screen before me, there are my thoughts my dreams, my fillings and
at times the dark side of me,
before this site I wrote on paper,napkins,any thing that drained the ink or lead, if I
never let them out theses words would never be said,
so in a book or to except a challenge to put this so called talent to the test from what I
read these are only my thoughts....put to bed.
I awake to push all day... 9to5 a mans..,a fathers.., a husband only way, time at the gym
pushing, pulling,lifting, running, staying strong is what they say,
they see the work they see my strength they see their father she sees this is my way, I
take  this so called poet....and hide him away,
here you can not see who writes these cold lines, you don't know me....only the words   
and the sad signs,
so do read what I have to say but no matter what challenges, or offers this so called poet
 you will never find.             


Details | I do not know? | |

Keep It Real

Keep it real when you talk to me, 
speak with honest words and authority. 

Be true to yourself each and every day, 
don't get caught up in what others do or say. 

You were created original and truly unique, 
so when talking with others quit playing hide and seek. 

You never seem to let your true feelings show, 
so it's hard for me to decide whether you're friend or foe. 

Trying to figure you out is truly a task, 
because every time I talk to you--- you're wearing a mask. 

So remove the mask that hides your inner soul, 
dare to be different--dare to be bold! 

Learn to see things as they really appear.
Speak the truth in love and without fear! 

So the next time I see you express how you feel, 
but above everything else remember to KEEP IT REAL!




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The Book

You and I know it's all written.
A book of all our futures.
We both want to find this "book"
And tear it to shreads on the floor.
We both want to tells loved ones, teachers. 
When you see it like us, it's too great to ignore.
It's time. That's it.
This is what everybody wants,
But what you only get once.
If we could rewrite it, it would
Once again be "One nation under God."
People get blinded by a sight that they could
Finally see peace, and that is really what you want. 
WE want to close this book and stop time,
Rewrite the book and live happily ever after,
Light candles, watch them fade,
Sit back, see what happens from our view.
But we know, we could NEVER see this book.
Whatever the therapist is jotting down,
Whatever the book beholds.
All we can do is let it happen.
Right now, in this moment, it is written.
Not just what's past, not just the future.
All you can do is let it take it's course
And be a puppet. You can do something 
Great, but only if you believe it is written.
And, if you are wise, you will know
To love or hate time, or just go with the book.


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WE ARE ONLY YOUNG ONCE...

As wrinkles become more furrowed,
and hair turns to a more visible shade
of  perfect silver to symbolize a decaying age,
we certainly ponder over death,
not too sure of what awaits us;
and an almost forgotten thought
reminds us of our lost youth:
that we are only young once...

And although we stumble
to reach a mile to our destination,
yesterday it only took a short time;
not to mention how we fumble
for the key to unlock our door and enter
into a peaceful place of wonder:
where memories still abound inside,
and carry us through without desperation...

Are we so feeble to entrust hope to a broken will, 
and not understand the grand plan? 
We can't stop half way throughout  a battle; 
we are still the warriors who can't be defeated,
and if we fall, we'll get up again: 
to push back the enemies 'till they have retreated...

To be of old age may be unacceptable
to those who look upon us with disgust,
because their minds are stripped of all pity;
to be young, indulgent and full of energy:
is something they relish in their thought,
untill they, too, must confront the inevitable....  

We are only young once to assume
the role of invincibility in a brief kingdom;
and if carelessness is pushed aside,
to let our spirit and conscience run wild:
we'll reap a bundle of  losses and regrets,
to hunt us for the rest of our unpleasant days...



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The beginning.

                

                                          I started writing when I was young
                                          of all the things that I had done.

                                          the girls I met, whose hearts Icouldnt  win
                                           the places I worked.
                                          The situations I was in
                                         
                                            Every now and then  I  would put pen to paper
                                              and I would begin.

                                             I wrote  to get it off my chest
                                       at the time it was for me the best.
                                       Im still writing today ,only in a different way.     
                                      I write not so much as frust .
                                       This time its more a must.
                                    Im writing for  all to see ,
                                  and thats now what pleases me.


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Y?


Yes, so many muses, lovely and bright-
so how come you learn not from them?

There is really no better muse to read
than written from the heart of a poet.

When you seek of my own lips for you
seem to follow me, day by day, ‘til we 

unknowingly, kiss the end of hour. Why 
not give your self a chance, to feel how 

good it is to hold hand in hand, sealed
with love and passion. Ah, let my muses 

                                                           speak!





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Don't Rush, For Nothing


Always, 
I shake
My pen, before 
I write.

The remnants of 
My thought I had yesterday
Still remain,

Asleep,
I sip them not
From my pen, but I just 

Let them 
Flow, 
Without force, for

Thought 
Will come again, 
Exactly

The same 
As I felt
Her whimsy throb, 
Last night.  


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The Things we Do

She told me she stopped drinking to avoid a hangover
This, I laughed at 
She does a lot of things almost like idiocy but I wouldn’t dare call it that
Not doing things to evade the consequence sounds so chic 
Like last week’s episode of desperate housewives 
Indeed it sounds funny but I do it all the time
I stop laughing to avoid crying
I stop loving to avoid hating
And I stopped flying, to avoid the fall
It takes too much effort to think thus every so often I follow the path before me
What’s more dim-witted? 
Doing something that works or doing something that’s been done before
I’m not certain but surely I’ll find out tomorrow 
When my diary is full and my last tea leaf is stuck to the 
bottom of the kettle
Most of my life will be  a quest to understand myself
But here I am still inquiring 
Questions are for the living and answers are for the dead
This is the only answer I have 
In this way I am educated
More educated then the corporate men two blocks away
Drinking star bucks to inflate their egos every morning 
Cancerous cells developed in their brain from the overdose of money
That is arranged by their payroll
And I can’t help but laugh at those battling each other on political stands
For even the child staring at me from the other side of the mirror understands
That the biggest battle is within ourselves 
It takes a day to comprehend how molecules work, to build an atom bomb
But it’s taken mankind’s existence to discover how our own minds work
Man has done a lot of things almost like idiocy but I wouldn’t dare call it that


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Medusa Touch

Much like the chip paper that crawls the alleys,
Or the landfill refuse that rapes the valleys,
Her thoughts like rags and malicious hags
Cackle and crackle like old bin bags,
And snake through her head as poison pen letters,
Shaped into forked tongues licking my eyes.
Bounding, though, free from my chains and fetters,
Armed by the truth of my elders and betters,
My rush through cold and the young and old
Bristled and whistled with tales untold,
Yet trapped my bones in the sleaze of her coils,
Numbing my breath with her venom and lies.

Much akin to mad hatters at manic tea parties,
Or the pills by the handful like sedative Smarties,
Her brains oozed fudge and toxic sludge,
Simmered and shimmered whilst holding a grudge,
And boiled in their dreaming of vengeance anew,
Repugnantly slithered lusting for my crying.
Sleeping, though, free from her garbage and grue,
The black skies transformed to a bright cobalt blue,
My devil-may-care and my fading despair
Turned my heart into stone for her then and there,
For the touch of Medusa turns back on herself,
Frozen cold and alone, an eternity dying.


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Pastels

Pastel painting
Our world to grey
Twisting and turning
Through another day

Passing through the shadows
Of words unspoken
Speaking empty promises
Made to be broken

Living through
Another day
Of our society's
Moral decay

Is this all that life
Could really be
Freedom of man
Are we truly free?


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A Beacon

Life is short and fragile 
It’ll only last for awhile

I know, and you know
Who does not know?

Okay, raise your hand
It is now time to mend 

Yes, we will all be gone 
Soon, His will, be done

Like it or not, it has end
By a touch, of His hand

Like a fleeting shadow
Of today and tomorrow

So, why waste the time? 
In this nonsense rhyme

Of life, pursuing earthly
Things, which isn’t holy

Have you not reflected?
The joy of being elected 
 
Truth is given, unto you 
O, strive hard to be true 

Bear to carry your cross
For you, not to get lost

To the heaven’s throne
I want you, to be, home


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November

Knowing this, spastic
ancient films of Dallas, 
November 1963, move
silently as we clasp hands
backwards in recognition 
to quiet realization
of grassy knoll reality.

Paint drops of leaves
splatter sidewalks.  There are
no things but in things—
the turtle shell of words,
cocoons of verbiage
chambering our adjectives,
activating final syncopations
of magic bullets 
and mortality.

November rain 
does not care—
autumn leaves, 
like brain matter
shuffle past.

We stare into silver emptiness,
a cold, carnal awareness—
a glancing touch 
of sky’s silken casket.


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Sackcloth And Ashes

Midnight chimed day assassination, 
  sudden as a brain haemorrhage, 
  star-stabbed by psychotic pins; 
  issues aborted of carbonised wombs 
  blacked streets, tar-slithered. 
Recovering drunk, cold sobered, 
  imaged upon liquid plate glass, 
  appliances dormant and flower-pressed 
  beyond his ghost, 
  whiskey tears wept prior sins. 
Crying within for little or nothing, 
  the once embryo of the thing he became, 
  or that reflections now seem 
  more tangible of look than 
  he would ever feel again. 
Invisible sackcloth mantled the bones, 
  he wore it well, 
  his future path paved ashes 
  to some place in the dark, 
  the equation lacked love. 
So the dead can walk, he observed, 
  approximating signs of life; 
  and so well he knew the dead, 
  they whispered catechisms in his head, 
  for he only ever talked to himself.


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Severance

Tolled the bell, lichen scarred and
green ingrained the brass
clanging out of key and jarred
when severance came to pass.
Rocked the pulse, neurosis slowed and
pounded sly and weak,
untruthful psalms died on the road
disinheriting the meek.
Fired the treason signal flare and
cobalt turned to grey,
to earth it fell without a care,
it burned out far away.
Picking up the pieces and 
a blue dismembered child,
the anger soured the thesis
of an innocence defiled.
Tolled the bell, cracked with doom and
discord shook the scene;
ethnic cleansing drove the broom
and swept the graveyard clean.


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Lucifer's Lament

Where innocence is left to rot on the vine
you hid amongst the thorns
to pluck the flush of budding youth,
before the break of morn

from polished throne descend on me
blackened, scathed, scorned, and loathing
though offering to make amends
with caresses and  cajoling

"Ride with me under moonlight pale"
urged Lucifer's lament
"theres still time for me to be your everything
before that time is spent"

Deceit rolls off your cracked tongue, lolling
through teeth in wolfish grin,
you who were born the brightest star, 
though tainted now in sin

The strangulation of identity
bore the bitter fruit of lies,
withered, under your golden crown
exhaulted king of flies


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A Companion

I am not a ball, after you’ve played 
You just leave it somewhere on the ground, 
Rolling to rest on its self.

I am not a food, 
Or a Chinese aperitif, when ever 
You don’t like, you leave it, untouched.

Neither, I am not worn clothing
When you need it, then it’s the only time 
You remember it to wash.

I am your companion, day and night;
You caressed me, when you felt sad. I missed your touch;
O, do I have to bring your slipper now?

I gave you comfort, when you were down;
I’m really not an envious being, but
I hate your silent treatment, it makes me sick.

This is happening, every time you sit in solitude
A lousy pen, between your white teeth; and
You, in deep thought.

Why do you’ve to slave yourself, thinking?
Thinking of something outside your world;
I am here, your faithful one.

Always will be here, for you;
Even if you come home late, I recognize you;
Your manly smell lingers in my skin.

Before, we used to stroll together;
We played happily, lately, not so often
Why?

Gee, how selfish I am, I shouldn’t be asking you this;
I must understand, you are an aspiring poet; indeed
You needed time to be on your own, to write.

But if, you need me, 
Just call my name, and
I’m ready and willing to serve you.

Thou, I’ve one favor for today, let’s play our favorite, 
Throw the stick wherever you want, Master 
And I’ll bring it back to you, with gladness.


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Untitled Love


I am--
A poem, the component 
Of heart and
 
Soul
With all the rhythm 
And rhyme that I gush
In wordy hives 

Of craving
Curved, delicately
On a tree, as its 

Blood-stained 
Juices run down the earth
To kiss and reverse the enchantment
Of winter. Ah, I am--

A poem
Not to irritate 
Your eyes

Yet, to please them 
With scented hue 
Of sensuous love, wafting 
From sleep 







   


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Depression's Pot

She fell into depression's pot
(an easy thing to do)
where darkness is, and light is not
(I'm sure you've done it too)
She wallowed in the shadow's jell
(with three birds and a cat)
where sticky feelings tend to dwell
(I'm sure you've heard of that)
She wrote her name upon the wall
(with pencil and a pen)
in case her friends should come to call
(She never had a friend)
She laughed her echoes into air
(to share in conversation)
where darkness is, I know not where
(She sent no invitation)
She fell into a fitful sleep
(there is no other kind)
where life is just a time to keep
(that really keeps your mind)
She sorted dreams out as she slept
(a job which knows no pay)
and talked in sleep of vows she kept
(for what else could she say)
She woke to find depression's pot
(as vessels sometimes do)
had grown too small for all she'd got
(I'm sure you'd notice too)
She banged her fists against the frame
(a sorry sight indeed)
and taught the birds to say her name
(for somehow she'd be freed)
She sent the birds into the air
(and that's when they found me)
She heard an echoed voice of care
(I'd come to set her free)
She now has tossed depression's pot
(I shouldn't tell you where)
and happiness is all she's got
(with plenty left to share)


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Calendar Pages

The calendar's pages flipped so quickly
Days scattered away with the wind
Moments hung on the string of thoughts
Laughter is the music heard

Days are turned into clouds in the sky
Feathers of friendship circled them now
Lighting their way to the stars
That danced with lovely glows

I shall miss every moment with you,
With the people I have spent time with,
I shan't forget these lovely times
As I take flight every day

Hoping you share the same feeling,
I raise my hand up in space
Waving hello when you approach,
While I engulf you when you shall go...



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Yesterday's Child

Her shadows' printed on the wall
at Aushwitz and at Buchenwald
She stares out of the Holocaust
with vacant eyes, forever lost
She's traveling the "Trail of Tears"
She falls behind but no one hears
In Vietnam a rain falls down
in Agent Orange we watch her drown
her hands are reaching out of time
but no one pays her any mind.
The boots keep marching o'er the world
She's someone's child, a little girl
orphaned in a genocide
In Africa by hate and pride
She sifts the garbage stack by stack
her baby brother on her back
to find a rotted scrap to eat
We send a dollar, feel complete
Her eyes are black or brown or blue
The tears she cries don't have a hue
Her molecules obliterated
at Nagasaki so ill fated
They rained back down in radiation
across the earth on every nation
Her flesh on fire with pain and grief
She ran to rivers for relief
In Baghdad or in Mexico
She's there but you don't have to know
She sleeps with children on the floor
in a broken building's door
She's bought and sold
a pound of flesh
The story's old, the pain is fresh
But yesterday's child will be back tomorrow
She'll put down her grief, her pain and her sorrow
She'll dress up her dollies and play all day long
She'll sing in the morning
the earth's brand new song
It won't come to mind what has happened before
She knows even now as she heads for the door
She turns back to tell you
the path may be narrow
but God even cares for the death of a sparrow
Take her hand, go on with her
She's wearing a smile
There's a place in Tomorrow 
for Yesterday's Child...


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Drinking With The Devil

In a dreary cold township with life all but gone,
The raped rain-slick streets drag on and drag on,
Wet newspaper pages flap into the road,
All the power lines heave from a huge overload.
The Devil holds court in the bars and saloons
And he doesn’t much care for he has the best tunes,
Maggots in garbage spill over the floors,
“Do Not Disturb” signs nailed to everyone’s doors.

In the gin-joints and parlours the cathouse queens drink,
For they’ll never be lashed to an old kitchen sink,
They’ll never be barefoot unless it’s through choice,
As their passions decay so their needs lose their voice.
The Devil gets high on a cocktail of blood
Laced with fine Irish whiskey and sulphur and mud,
And his eyes fill with brimstone, of fire they weep,
For the Devil won’t tire and the Devil won’t sleep.

If I still have a reason for staying alive
It’s because I don’t work from nine until five,
I choose what to do and I choose where to go,
I drink round the clock and I run the whole show.
The Devil sits with me and that’s where I’ll be,
Alcohol poisoned in his company,
Nothing much moves him, he don’t say a lot,
But as friends tend to go, he’s all that I’ve got.


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Maynilad (Mixed Rhyme)

So true, the drivers are more careful
Than the commuters who are not fool
Jeepneys and buses are always full
Than taxis, in some ways, dared to rule
Heart of Maynilad, the beautiful

City of dreamers living in her gay dream
Where aroma street-vendors have to scream
In enticing you to light another dream
While you craving for a coco ice-cream

For I really missed Maynilad
Of her sensual beauty
That I’m longing to see
Which I saw when I was a lad

Now I live in the shadows of the Gentiles
At first, I never wanted to be here
Olive trees’ leaves rustled me with godly styles
That I learned to like famous Mythos beer

But, I preferred the sweet echo 
Of San Miguel, a grand macho
Suave, even if sun not down
Blended with all kinds of fun rhyme
From peers who neither have a dime
Yet, they will not let you down

Thou I, the dreamer, admire the foreign god
Still, I will save the last breath for Maynilad
Why? It’s simply because she is in my blood

Yes, that’s what I am, by birth
Just simple man, here on earth

Coming from her maiden skirt
I promised to share my shirt

If, one day I bid you bye
O, Athena, do not cry
 
You are deeply etched in my mind

Heart and soul, thou, for Maynilad


 

 



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End Of Love

 End Of Love 


When time has come 

and eye have to say goodbye forever

the time we had will matter not

the context and the content

all that will ever matter is what ewe did to me

the stuff eye have inside

the love thing that helps me beat mye heart

the purple wings inside

oh ewe mye heart

the way ewe tried to kiss it to make it better

The end of love.




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President Manifest

Crackling sparks flew in diatribe hatred,
  Jaw-snapping vitriol, hyena raised hackles,
Secure insecurity giggled inanely,
  Bared yellow-bone, fangs of jackals.
Mouth that yawns trapdoor premonitions,
  Pandora’s box fixed in cold shark eyes,
Releasing the bats, sick and plague stricken,
  Bubonic repugnance meets ego despise.
Dull, dumbbell dense, thick as molasses,
  Xenophobe hairstyle caps petrified brow,
Crow’s feet cracks frame sunken-in sockets,
  The president manifest, down we bow.
Hailing void frequency, wild and unfocussed,
  Harpy-shrill cackles in brain dead bazaars,
Nothing breeds nothing but death and ambition,
  Light eating blackness, black as dead stars.


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Birth

Fragile like a teacup
A new birth
replacing a new death
Welcome to this world
You’ll soon learn your way
Where you’ll go
and what you’ll do
no one really knows
The bright lights
and loud noises
will fade into 
the background
becoming normalcy eventually
There’s no time to learn
how to crawl
You’re born with a need to run
No time for fun
It’s best you hit the ground running
because the end is already coming
The longer you take
the quicker you’ll break
No time to sleep
No time to relax
It’s time for the world
to show you
everything you lack


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School

Assembly. 
  Disassembly. 
    Reassembly.

When the bell tolls 
  it tolls for me. 
Alone I walk in crowded 
  concrete corridors; 
    feet, doom-laden, 
      slapping thermoplastic 
floors.

Years we will do this. 
  Years we will be taught. 
    Years we all will walk in 
concrete corridors.

Walking unto the light, 
  freedom's light; 
    walking unto the world of 
women and men. 
Armed with bestowed knowledge 
  that two and two makes four, 
    the Battle of Hastings was fought in 1066, 
      energy can neither be created nor destroyed... 
wandering lonely as clouds... 

Freedom fighters, 
  guerrilla's armed with this 
    potency 
and so much more.

The echo of the concrete, 
  of slapdash feet on thermoplastic, 
    may well reverberate, 
      reaffirming their message of 
doom.
Yet that is further away than 
  the eye can see. 
Now is sweet honeydew Summer, 
  the best years of a life 
    yet to come.

Assembly. 
  Disassembly. 
    Reassembly.

Man, 
are we up the 
Swanee. 
And though we know it 
  now is not 
    the time 
      to 
care...


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Senior Citizens/Our Future

Life sucks
And guess what
It only gets worse
Years of hard work
And bosses you hate
No pension plan

Now Social security check is always late
No medicare 
Or decent housing
Nursing homes when you’re too much to handle
Children doctors straight from college campuses

Brittle bones 
And lose of mind
Uncontrollable bodily functions
Limbs that won’t answer your command
Ungrateful kids who don’t have time to hold your hand

Massive heart attacks
Triple by-passes
Victims of strokes
And dirty dealers looking to cash in on old folks

27 dollars worth of food stamps
Your government says old people don’t need to eat that much 
Growing old in America should be better

Blame the baby boomers
Your time is here
But you’ve done nothing and their reality
Is now what you should fear~


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Narrow Incline Converse Say Sean

Narrow Incline Converse Say Sean
Hello Sean, listen to me carefully there is the way life is and has become and 
there is the way that people see it from the angle they perceive it from. There is 
one way it rally seems to be but taken from perspectives of a total stranger it 
changes swiftly to become a different conversation take abbreviations file names 
a good example three separate words become three letters usually they do not 
rhyme but sometimes they become a word and a real good time of fun take pun 
pun is a word of fun. Tor is the word that eye was looking for an English heart is 
COR and on the English meadow and on the English gate there is a hearth of 
stone three fathoms long and underneath the narrow stone is seldom used dirt 
Sean, GO and get me some hand the bag to me when you are done and call it 
nicss.


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