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----------------------- Zenith's Blizzard------------------------, 

Alignments Boldly Cultivating Dimensional Effervescence, Familiar Grey Highlights, Illuminating Joyful Kingdom, Luxurious Mecca, Nimbus Orbs Penetrating Quixotic, Revealing Snowflakes Tranquil, Universal Vantage, Winter Xanadu, Yielding  Zenith

~JSLambert                                                           ©    PoeTTreeZ Publishing

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The Light of Lucifer

Back, back, back away! Dare not call yourself human?
You ought not claim to be a member of that clan.
Wretched murderers, sneak-thieves, brash pirates all!
Yet, I see you do not hesitate when they call.
You appear always ready with a loaded gun!
Able to kill with a smile if called upon! 
Cease, cease, cease now! Harlots who dare to have children!
Casting twisted spawn into Lucifer’s cauldron.
Don’t create a new generation of killers,
Rapists, cold marauders, and cut-throat blood-spillers,
All, “brave” soldiers defending the sacred belief.
Weep now, Mother your time for repentance is brief.
And those that mock the truth without indignation,
Have a laugh that is a hollow celebration,
Love professed to be found in an ape-criminal,
Is but a whimpering psalm from an animal.
So, fly not that blood-stained pennon above your head,
It shames the warriors and the dutiful dead.
Burn all the tattered flags that bind the coterie.
Suffering cannot be ignored so easily.
The pain that ancient brothers felt was real and raw.
Turn the broken lance to the ground and clench the claw.
Come down off that unholy and defiled wall.
Bend your straightened knees, curve your bough-like arms and crawl. 
Deny that you were ever made by God in haste,
You are alone in a cold universe of waste.
Appeal not to a Deity that doesn’t care.
Caste your false sense of joy into the frozen air.
Dig a deep burial pit, deep enough for all,
And rest your weary head where ever you may fall.

The dampened soil is now your loving Mother’s breast,
Fall, Fall, Fall away! Shy from the bright light and rest.

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For the Love of Judith

Judith must be punished for her unborn sins, 
and haunted by her unborn fears.
She will beg her powerless mother for that 
which the Sun and the Moon cannot give.
A trusting child tells with a momentary stare,
that she cannot wait to live,
Yet she cries and bleeds, pure and aware,
as the ghost of a dying God appears.

The smoke and fog of joy, on the barren hills
of promise fade away to reveal,
A clearing where a Mother and Daughter can
find truth in this awkward chastity.
The young women wearing colourful masks of 
bliss and happiness have come to heal,
While the dark and jealous crones paint black
portraits of pain and lay beds of misery.

Their betraying love is not real but mere glass,
that by hand has the face of a jewel.   
Their offering of hope and trust mean nothing
as they nail Judith’s hands to the stake.
The black vultures of torment, circle,
as the faithful put fires to the fuel.
 And her mother’s screaming and lone cries 
of anguish, leave none innocent in their wake.

Yet her tortured Mother who gave Judith her life,
smiles exquisitely, as they start.
Together they begin their secret flight, that
lifts them high above this tragedy,
As love and hatred both rip and tear,
at the soul like arrows into a dead heart.
In this painful and mysterious world,
there is no greater form of alchemy,
Than the acceptance of clear blue eyes,
the disarming smile of the condemned in fear,
And the tender sounds of assent,
that are being whispered too soft for some to hear.
Judith will be born tonight , leaden hearts will be golden and doubt will 

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The Sparrow

I looked out my sad window on a good lethargic day.
There was a sparrow that asked nothing of me.
I threw bread crumbs at it and it flew away.
It waited in the safety of an aspen tree.
After some time I noticed that the bread crumbs were gone. 
I looked out the front door that afternoon,
At my boyfriend, who I hate, now and forever,
I threw dollars at him because he sang a tune,
And we laughed at the changing of the weather.
After some time I noticed all my money was gone.
I looked into my cell phone that evening,
At my girlfriend, who I despise, with a vengeance,
I threw words at her as I was drowning,
Because she said she was sleeping with my fiancé.
After a few hours I noticed that all my tears were gone.
I pray now for the Sparrow to return.
A gentle bird that asked nothing of me,
Except the right to live.
I need to embrace that gentleness,
For I have nothing else to give. 

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Besides Love Men Need Fishing,


Besides love men need fishing, 
And for both, most are wishing, 
Catching trophies chosen best,
To be envied by the rest.

Fishing is a game of sport 
Loved by all, both tall and short.
We must fool the fish’s eye, 
If we plan to stir and fry,

Some use boats while others wade, 
As they fish the sun or shade. 
Ice-cold drinks help pass the day, 
While life’s troubles fade away.

Most men feel they've everything, 
With their rod, hook, cork and string.
Be it river, pond or lake, 
We all pray our line won't break.

By Tom Zart 

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Kids Love For Animals

       Kids Love For Animals ( Poem )

Children’s favorite shows are of animals
I have hours in a playlist that are laughable
Like a camera pecking rooster and fun monkeys
To a mom and a baby miniature donkeys

Videos of wild turkeys and charming geese
Ducks in water and chicks learning to speak
Dazzling ostrich and many free birds
Some you would not want to move towards

A large unique animal is the alligator
The total opposite of the caterpillar
Camels and alpacas are tall and exquisite
But they spit at you when you try to visit

There are also hornpout and catfish videos
and a painted box turtle that is really slow
Beautiful miniature horses and elegant ponies
Border collies herding sheep to earn their trophies

Little kids pig scramble is stunning to see
and a little fawn as precious as can be
Cow’s hair that needs braiding is fascinating
With the most assortment you’ve ever seen

Come to my view with me youtube channel
If the kids are being hard to handle
Just start it up and walk away
To get your housework done for the day

By : Doris Anne Beaulieu
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The Warning from the Toll man on the Bridge over the Tranquil River

Be careful taking your first step on the wooden bridge at night,
The dark abyss may entice the careless away from the light,
The serpentine wind will tease and tempt you to give up the fight,
“I warn you, now; the risk is far more than it seems at first sight.”

Some lost souls are made of stronger thread and will not heed the call,
They laugh and run straight out ignoring the risk and the fall,
Rash soldiers who trade a pound of caution for an ounce of gall,
“I warn them of the danger but they do not hear me at all.”

The old dry wood here is rotten and can easily splinter,
I saw a whole family, fall, as if they didn’t matter,
Death waits here and all it needs is another beam to shatter.
“I warn everyone but some take my words as useless chatter.”

I remember well the lovers; oh they were full of mischief,
Adam wanted to meet Eve on the bridge and sneak off like a thief,
Adam was in such a hurry their encounter was very brief.
“It was joyful to hear them promise a love beyond belief.”

Joan was a beautiful young girl, who had lovely words to weave,
“Come my handsome Prince; escort me to heaven, and by your leave,
I will beg your pardon and find the grace to attend your sleeve.”
“What sad alchemy does love perform when faithful hearts believe?”

I recall Mathew, a lively man who crossed the bridge with cheer,
“There isn’t much of a vision when the darkened clouds appear,
I prefer to stoke the fire than watch the Sun disappear.”
“ But when the fire was out he huddled near the bridge in fear.”

I saw, sad old Mark chase a butterfly and fall to his fate,
He had bright colours in his eyes and a gazelle in his gait,
He was too good for this bridge , and fell, and drowned in waves of hate.
“Beware this bridge will silence both the humble and the great.”

I remember my old friend Luke who had his head in the skies,
He told me that the voices spoke to him of secret truths and lies,
I saw him climb over the edge, here, and hang on to the ties,
He held on bravely but soon the visions faded from his eyes.

So I must warn the blind men, to be careful who they follow,
To walk in grace and spare a thought for the ones who lay below,
To be able to cross is easy, there is little to know.
“Walk freely over this ancient bridge but pay me as you go.” 

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Alone and bored

Alone, bordeom creates devious, elemental fantasies. Giants' hands, jerky knives, leave moanig nmphys-opposing paladins quests rsign-stricen, tormented, useless; vicious warlocs, xenopus's ... *yawn*...ZZzzzz

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Grandma's Garden


Apples.. beetles.. caterpillars..
daisies everywhere.. 
fertile ground.. hollyhocks.. 
Ivy jumbled kegs..
leafy mint.. nematodes..
quiet rest sunsets.. tomatoes under vines.. 
wheelbarrows.. xanadu yearning zeal!

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above pain

Above pain

He has been stepped on
He has been hated on
But he still stands and rises above pain
Wars came, left relatives dead
He cried, he trembled
But he still stands
Once regretted his birth
Once thought of taking his life.
Thunder strikes and that’s enough
To make him gain strength
To aim higher and rise above pain
He is now rising above pain
Trying everything to clean his brain

If he was created in God’s image?
Why can’t God take care of His image?
Questions he couldn’t find answers to
Friends all gone,
The only family he has ever known
Streets become his home,
Starving to death,
Could not hold his breath
But still standing strong
And promises to rise above pain..
                                                       By, ino29

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Sometimes flowers smell
the essense of love

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A Veteran

I am what others didn't want to know
I went where others feared to go.
My training in violence was nothing new,
But I did well what they were afraid to do. 

I don't hate those who refused to go
I did it for my country, not for show.
An eternal loneliness beyond the pale
Was my certain reward should I fail. 

I have seen terror's deathly face
And feared to go, but kept the pace,
Enwrapped in the cold sting of fear
I fought for buddies and those I hold dear. 

I've known sweet love and a moment's kiss
And wished for all the world I could stay with this.
But I was committed and I knew my lot
To live out death and dangers best forgot. 

Shrouded deep in the stink of death
I've cried aloud and tried to catch my breath,
While my soul screamed out to God where I'd been
To just once more escape the living pain, again. 

Going where others wouldn't go
Knowing what others wouldn't know,
I am the stuff of legends and lores
I am a veteran of my nation's wars. 

I ask only a moment of your day.
A moment of silence out of the way,
Ask only that you honor the debt
Of freedom bought: don't forget.

by E. Marshall Evans

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ABC doodle

**ABC  FUN**

Funny vs' Rude~~
agrestic bugaboo creeps, dandle 
other', footle  gleeking,
happy, izzat...jillick, kibitz, ludic, 
maffick, nothosonomia, 
osculating, proudly,  quizzing, riant, 
to unstable void, whelm, Xanthippe, 
yodle, zingy. 

Dark Death~~
aphotic burnt cardinal debris 
everywhere,  flammeous, 
growing haematic,  igniting, 
jeopardizing, killing, lava, 
madness, numb, 'Oppositional-
pulse, quantity, 
rage, staged, tempered, under, 
virescent, watch, XXX, yield, zero. 

Dream a little Dream~~
Accelerator, beating, captivating 
dreaming, eruption, 
fingerprints, ghost haunting, 
'keebler-keeper', labyrinth, magic, 
nightmare, odyssey, 
path, quarantine, rainbows, snakes, 
unconsciously, vertigo, 
'wakening2wetness', x-rated, 

Dedicated and inspired by; Yasmin 


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Burning fire,
And solid rock,
Gas fuming,
Shooting and so hot,
Twinkling, I'm not.

I'm bursting flames,
of high degrees,
Moving clouds of methane,
And cold breeze.

Bluer that Earth's cloudless skies,
Questionable living,
And countless why's.
And wonders of my atmosphere,
Millions and billions of years,
Hundreds and thousands of orbits I've witnessed,
Like wood rings of living oak,
My burning gases,
That'll never smoke,

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trust yourself

trust yourself !
and don't fall down
trust yourself!
and you will be happy
trust yourself!
and be yourself
be yourself!
and be happy who you are
be happy!
and you will grow wings and fly
fly to your dream
of something big

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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

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“Some other time, I’m not in the mood
Why cant we just cuddle and watch TV”?
When couples drift into the celibate zone
It’s not long till someone will flee.

Sexual fulfillment helps preserve love,
 Parenthood, marriage and self-esteem.
Those who maintain it avoid saying no
To be blessed by its pleasure and gleam.

While dating we tend to be more romantic
Putting forth the best of our charms.
Sharing dinners, long walks, and lustful weekends
As we spend more time in each others arms.

How many times have you said “not tonight”?
Exposing your happy home to harm.
Today’s crushing deadlines leave little time for love
Leaving partners with sorrow, sadness and alarm.

So share one another with red wine and time
Dial your own number and leave the phone off the hook.
Enjoy some romance, sex and laughter
Improving your mood and the way you look.

By Tom Zart


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Push Up

i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you

just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence

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Will I turn back? No, why?
Cuz this is my path, in life.
Will i stop, and wait for death?
Or will I live life, Breath by breath?
I choose to live day to day, with this life,
Cuz death can take us at any time.
Why not make the best of what we have now?
I REFUSE to keep my head hanging down.
I will try to live life to the best of my ability,
With peace, love, and tranquility.
i choose to be and think positively,
If I dont, I'll be self demolishing.
I chose the path I walk, Whether it be with someone or alone,
I'm pleased with myself and maybe a place to call home...
Who knows?
I will mature even wiser than before
Don't be jealous because YOUR decisions were poor.
Happier more than I ever was, now uncovered,
A life out there, WORTH being discovered?!?!?!?!?
Will I turn back? No, Why?
Cuz this is my path, in LIFE.

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This is the Day

This is the day which the lord hath made;
We will rejoice and be glad in it.
But we rather be sad in it
We rather hate in it
Kill, Steal and Destroy
Boast about our joy
Money, Cars and Cloths
Tell us you got all the hoes
Why do are women want to be hoes
Why we dancing on poles
Men don’t you know women are a key ingredient to our souls
Women don’t you know, your worth more than pure gold
Platinum, Crystals, and Diamonds

This is the day which the lord hath made;
We will rejoice and be glade in it.
That is the only way we are going to save our planet
We have to make our way, because we are here to stay
Hold on to what is right, believing in your rights
Love is the only weapon you need to fight
Because This is the Day where everything change
This is the Day where we are only calling on one name
This is the Day where we all get to see them fancy things
This is the Day where there are no more nightmares and only dreams
This is the Day where you will see greener pastures and blue streams
This is the Day where we all are announced kings and queens
This is the Day Heaven begins to sing

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The Willow Tree at the end of the Road

I must have been 7 when I first climbed that old willow tree,
The gang called it the club house.
There was Jodie, Bridget and of course Rebecca the Wrecker. 
I think that that tree was more of school than school.
It was more a parent than my parents.
I certainly learned more about life, boys and the fear of falling,
Than any other place I've been.
We once placed 5 snake eyed marbles there.
The first was Courage in Adversity.
The second marble was Joy in the good times.
The third was Faith to overcome Doubt.
The fourth was Love thy Father.
The fifth marble was Love thy Mother.

I went back one day, all grown up.
I saw that the council had a sign on the tree.
This tree is regarded as unsafe. 
Please beware.

Oh doubt in my childhood. Fear in the  every day.
Let not the pangs of daily life ever erase
The treasured moments in that tree.

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Defying Gravity

Away behind clouds defying,even fighting gravity
heaven in juxtaposition
kites leaping merrily
now on pivotal quickening,reaching skyward
tailspinning upon very wide x's
yonder zooming.

I'd like to dedicate this to Andrea Dietrich for her always encouraging words
and comments on my poetry that are uplifting...I appreciate it  so much...

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Paris city of love and romance
Take a stroll around its famous streets
Have coffee at a pavement café 
Cruise along the beguiling Seine
Allowing time to savour it all in

See wondrous sights of Parisian life
An eyeful of the Eiffel
A visit to Notre-Dame
What a shame not every where’s the same
Treat yourself and experience it all

A tourist’s dream
With cobbled winding streets
Charming houses, majestic churches
Enjoy the atmosphere
And fall under the Paris spell
As did Monsieur Eiffel

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The short walk home

Andrew Walker aged 8 years old,
Doing as he was told,
Will leave West Hoxton Primary School at 3.14 pm today.
He will kick a can along the path.. all the way.
He will walk towards his home in Hope Street,
Smiling his winning smile to anyone he might meet.
Preferring the joy of walking to the pain of bus travel.
He will laugh, the joy of a child, as he watches life unravel.
It is only a walk of 200 metres but he will not get there.
Life will rise from darkness and despair,
And as he approaches the West Hoxton Basketball gym,
a black Ford Falcon will pull up close to him. 
Leaving the car engine running,  Mr Williams will go up to him and play.
And the light in his eyes will slowly fade away. 
Mr Williams will offer him money to go into the toilets in the park.
Andrew will say no, explaining that his Mother will be worried if he’s out after dark.
At 5.12pm a local man John Ragen will go into the toilet,
And stop breathing for a moment.
He will quickly call the local Police.
And stare at Andrew  now as cold as ice.
The Police will find little Andrew’s blood-stained body on the cold
concrete of the toilet block...just as they were told.
They will not find his pants or underpants.
They will find barbed wire tied around his hands.
At 8.14pm Mrs Walker , Andrew’s mother will be asked to identify
her son’s broken body as it lies in the morgue without dignity.
She will bite down on her clenched fist until it bleeds.
She will  cease to feel anything as the time speeds.
She will weep tears of blood.
And fall upon the back lawn into the mud. 
At 3.30 am Mrs Walker will take a bottle of sleeping pills,
And sleep, preferring the safety of darkness to the horror of the light that kills.
Her last words in this dark world will be “I love you Andy Pandy.”

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The Perfection Song

Oh Mrs Carver next door, she overdoes her perfume.
I’ve spoken to her several times. 
“Less is more Dearheart, less is more”.
A little less Cologne and more faith.
But every Sunday the fragrance wofts through my window.
I guess she doesn’t see Perfection the way I do.

And my X husband, now there’s a gem, a sapphire,
A diamond at the top of the tiara.
“No you don’t get to bash me anymore.”
Don’t look so disappointed sweetness.
I guess you don’t see Perfection the way I do.

Oh God forgive me,
I do see the Lightning fairy in Love,
I do hear the Angels singing.
I feel the warmth the Sun.
I guess you and I see Perfection the same way.  

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Sleep Is The Cousin Of Death

I stay up through the nights
Will I get to eat tonight
Will I see the day I turn 21
One-Day will I feel the pain of a gun
Will I die young

Am I asking to many questions
Does everything happen for a reason
Is everything I go through one of Gods lessons
Will I go to Heaven

I stay up through the nights
Will I reach new heights
Lord tell me everything will be alright
Now I think I want to be in love with the lights
I just don’t want to fall to a Price
Lord tell me everything will be alright

I stay up through the night
My eyes are getting heavy
Am I ready to sleep
Because Sleep Could be Deadly

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Tomorrow's People

Let’s take a trip to the moon
And built a tent in there 
Let’s visit the sun
And offer him a drink to chill
Let’s stopover in the planets
And find new friends
Let’s provide the medals
For the running asteroids
Let’s hide the hole of the ozone
And build houses for the poor
Let’s take a bath 
In the shower of rain
Let’s play guitar
In the strings of lightning
Let’s hear the songs
Of the composer storms
Clouds are not covering our dreams
So aim for the limitless space
Do not ever forget that
Nothing is impossible
Because we are the Tomorrow’s people

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My Cry

I'm Drowning in my Sins
The Devil have me in a Spin 
It Never Seem Like I'm Going to Win 
I Pray to God to Forgive Me, but my Sins I seem to Repeat
Lord Don't let me Suffer in Defeat 
I'll kneel down and Kiss your Feet, But in this Battle Im Losing Me
My Soul is Living Free
Knowing in the End Torture is Forever Bonded to me 
Keep Inhaling The Smoke and get Thrown in the Fire
My Deepest Desires gets Me Thrown in the Fire
So does that Mean My Mind is Messed Up?
My Spirit Messed Up?
Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirt within me
Forgive Me For My Thoughts
Forgive Me For My Desires
Every Day Im Sinning I Feel like Im Getting Closer to The Day I Expire
Wash Me Clean
Make Me New 
Bring Me To the Light and Let The World Hear My View

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Snows Glorious Realm

A Blizzard can drive even flurries graciousness hard intensifying journeys kingdoms laboring missions neighborhoods overridden pure quests reveal storms terrorizing unknowing victims with xenobiotic yielding zoothapsis.

Snow can be so beautiful and serene.
Though wet and bitterly chilling.
Unifying the countryside in brilliancy,
Victimizing the ground in slumber,
It must truly be experienced to appreciate its wonders.

ps I wrote one of both type : ABC

written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor yasmin khan 
Contest Name SNOW ABC  

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Hope is lost.

I have lost my way.

Just wanting to find my way home.

Kept thinking I knew the way,

Little did I know.....

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by: Shi Ricks
@ copy.

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JAMESTOWN 1607=They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats


Four hundred years ago high-born Brits sailed to America
Seeking fast fortunes, adventure and fame.
Many would never endure their first year here
Cultivating, foraging, and hunting game.

Arriving in Virginia they came ill-prepared
In search of gold and a route to the South Seas
What they found were hostile Indians,
Insects, starvation, and disease.

“Virginia is Earth’s only Paradise!”
The laureate of England would proclaim!”
However by August of 1607,
Every day there was anguish, and pain.

They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats
One man ate his wife and hid her bones in the ground.
Despite their hardships, half managed to survive 
Becoming America’s first permanent, English town .

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              CHRIS NWIGWE

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Wet lips

Last night I stood in the rain in my underwear.
I allowed the rain to be.
I didn’t run as a child would, laughing and loving the moment. 
I didn’t shake myself and curse the wet weather as my Mother would.
Nor did I hurriedly open an umbrella in a vain effort to hide from it.
No...No...No...I let the rain be.

I stood there with gentle water dripping down my face.
I allowed the water to be.
I didn’t reach for a towel as my Mother always did.
I didn’t shake my head as a young girl might in the shower.
Nor did I quickly wipe the drops from my face with my hands.
No...No...No... I let the water be.
Something happened while I stood there soaking wet.
Some of the rain stopped at my mouth.
It was almost begging me to taste it.
I did not spit it out like an old woman might.
I did not wipe my mouth like young men do and cough.
Nor was I horrified by the rain on my lips.
No...No...No..The glorious rain allowed me to be.

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Treasures of your soul

Life is Harsh, Life is good
Only the few of the proud 
Those men that stand for a great nation
Their life at the stake
So rough and sharp
Every day is another challenge 
For them and for all
Freedom we all hope
But sometimes feel lost
Never give up that spark 
Hope don’t give it up for a price 
And when I see these great men and woman
Risk their life for a single child lost
With guns all around and wars of hate
I feel blessed as my country truly stands brave
A child is a gift of new life and hope
As I see the children in their arms saved at last
Only then will I ever know true courage
This is a path we should always cherish and follow
When the flame burns out nothing is left but stay strong
So please don’t shed a tear I am right here
By your side always and forever  
Our country stands not alone, but as one
Heart filled with love


Poem for Treasures of Your soul contest
for Gail 

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Not too far from here
Lies the dream terrace I hear
The haven of bliss and solace
A glamorous gem of a place
The end of a weary quest
The trophy in fiery contest

Not too far from here
Sits the crown we lived to dare
Purple pride of an intellectual struggle
The green goal of a ceaseless hustle
A place we once asked where
Still seem so far yet so near.

Not too far from here
Stand the Mentors we hold dear
Men who were not shy to believe
Men who fought fear to achieve
The exclusive pass to the hall of fame
for those whose brand is in their name

Your there may differ from mine
I run my route and you run thine
But run we must run and not turn
We sacrifice pleasure and shun fun
Because, not too very far from here
Is a place called there.

Dare to get there.


6:17pm, Friday 5th.April 2013

by C'emeka Mbah, @emekambah2

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This is my ABC

This is my ABC


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           CHRIS NWIGWE

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Sailing thru those unsteady waves,
Tidal of strength running every veins,
Far waiting,she, confronting those rain,
Safe and sound for him that's not in vain.

An anchor's heart,a melody start,
An eagerly love,a somerset kiss,
A seaman's passion,a strong heart,
A man's true vow,an infinity bliss.

And these are his sayings,
" Wait for my coming back,my darling ",
" For I fought those rough waves in seven seas ",
" When I'm done,I'll bring your eternity ring".

She will....she will...

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The summer men are standing, alone upon a wretched stone,
Contorted, bent and torn. Dressed in paper-like ragged clothing,
The ashes of the universe, they are brother less bone,
Forming declarations from hearts made barren by their loathing.

The winter women, busy themselves by making baby sounds,
Weakened, sad and tired. Wishing for the sun to disappear,
The carers of young flesh, the ones who turn the merry-go-rounds,
Bark at the dark night sky, with a howling that comes from despair.

So soft sands soak seas, and verdant grasses devour the sun!
They are still orphaned by the relentless, apathetic tides,
That kiss and tickle, and dampen any hope or ambition,
Reminding them with the sunset, that within them dread presides.

Most will never take the long and lonely swim to each other.
The gentlemen will never dare ask the kind lady to dance.
The sadness forms like weeds around beautiful flowers dying.
Here they stand, alone, in the season of father and mother.
The fire has gone out, yet some close their eyes and take a chance,
Only to wake in the cold morning to the sound of crying.

Around them, broken sickles warily monument the soil.
The hopeful, but weakened authors draw visions of a new land.
But defeated, they yield, bare-faced and burnt, tormented in toil.
The courageous man will not kiss a smiling lady’s hand,
Finding in sacred seclusion, a world of tranquil weather,
That allows the mind and soul to exhaust themselves together.

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Love at first sight

I just saw 
her and at 
once, before i 
could greet 
her i knew i 
cant Live 
without her

Before i could ask for 
her name the heart already 
called her LOVED

It does not matter how i 
walked before i Crawl,
Fly before i Jumped
what matters best is I LOVE HER  

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The Letter S

I can use the letter s with so many s words, 
I am the seventh sign supreme soldier from the reservation suburbs, 
I fly like seagull in the open ocean sky supreme like an serpant eagle eating birds,
 I am so solid Im siked and sipped up from the sizzy sizzurp, 
I stagger until I swerve swiftly as snake in the souless society lost curbs, 
life so crooked it stained with soaked blood life around death curves, 
I cant believe so many lost soveriegn souls *****on they own siblings as the culture turns,
 I know I am sure of being sure of what I sought to learn, 
The brain with suicide can sometimes burn. 

Souless savage in society I be among little certain satans, lost in circles saying "7th Sign Empire Engraving"like my own still souls of savage culture on certain colors discriminating,
 But whats even worse is soul on souls hating, 
Society severed in broken circles still forsaken, 
Serpants searching society split in seven different groups of seven hundred seventy-two,
 Forsake my Se7en and I forsake thee seven times seven fold because truth be said Im souless to you,
 Se7enth Sign Supreme Solid Serene Soldier of of the sacred seven, 
I say I have always said society on my word S

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                        CHRIS NWIGWE

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                        THANK YOU FOR SMALL BLESSINGS
                           EVERYWHERE;THE SWEET AUROMA
                             THE PURPLE LILAC, THE LILLY WHITE
                            TINY HUMINGBIRDS,CHIRPING SPARROWS
                            MORNING DEW WITH A SPARKING ROSE
                                CREEKS TRICKING AS THEY FLOW
                                 EVERY FOREST LOOKS DIFFENT
                                   LAUGHTER OF A CHILD 
                                      SIP WARM CHAMOILE TEA
                           KITE TWIRLING WILD AND FREE IN ALL
                                                 OH SO PEACEFUL.
                                        TRUMPET SQUALKING A NOISEY BOESTEROUS SOUND.
                                            THANKFUL FOR GLORIOUS SOUNDS.
                                            BUTTERFLIES FLITERING AROUND
                                             ACROSS TWINKLING STARS
                                                  EXISTING,HAVING NO DOUBT.
                                             I PRAISE THE GREATEST MAGNITUDE 
                                                     FROM THE LARGEST TO THE SMALLEST.

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They say back in the day we live in more intact homes.
Now We are Broken and shaken, wondering where is the bacon.
Being crucified by the world, but my family threw the first stone.
Secretes remain secret and help is in the distance.
God is our only reference but it is hard to grasp him in our presence.
So what are we left with?
One another?
We are so quick to get at each other's throat.
We put our own value on life and money.
How is it that our world so rich but our country so broke.
Been living in fire
Over came the cough, now we are beginning  to choke.
Mix a little something in my coke, just for me to cope.
Taught to love God and Money
The world is full of Honey.
Always do what's best for me, and only god could Judge me.
But I'm Still being judged by my cover. And we are not loving one another.
Sleeping in this world as our home gets further.
For once I want to not get looked at based upon my color.
Am I asking too much my brother?
The future is ours and we have to help one another.
The cycle could end now!
Unless you want to remain Broken ..


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I was underwater and I wandered what's above. It was a beauty in the air but had to breath for the next jump.

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The Romance of Arrogance and Elegance

A is for Arrogance, a proud unbending prince,
B is for Burden, his stony heart of flint.

C is for the Court, Arrogance's royal home,
D is for Dunce, a learned little gnome.

E is for Elegance, a beautiful princess,
F is for the Fabric, that built her lovely dress.

G is for the Gems, that glittered in her crown,
H is for her Hair, that shining shimmers down.

I is for Intelligence, Dunce's greatest gift,
J is for his Joking, for Dunce's wit was swift.

K is for the Keel, of Elegance's fated ship,
L is for the Lighthouse, upon the fated trip.

M is for Miscalculation, by which the ship did sink,
N is for Nonsensical, for the captain didn't think.

O is for the Oddity, by which Elegance was saved,
P is for the Panic, that dragged the sailors to their grave.

Q is for the Quality, with which the princess swam,
R is for the Rock, she grabbéd with her arm.

S is for the Soldier, who spied her lying on the shore,
T is for the Time it took, to carry her to palace door.

U is for the Union, Dunce had secretly long planned,
V is for the Violence, with which Arrogance kissed her hand.

W is for the Wedding, which Arrogance then desired,
X is for the Xeniums he gave, to keep his love from being tired.

Y is for the Yes, compassionate Elegance gave the feller,
Z is for Arrogance's saving grace; his wife, the royal young Zitella...

His heart is kinder now, people have been heard to say,
And he rarely ever frowns, even to this day...

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Avalanched blizzards' cold dustings 
envelope forrests, gulleys, hillsides--
intentionally juxtaposing life--making 
necrose obstacles painstakingly 
quiver releasing 
Snow!...Tons!...Ubiquitious vagabond 
wielding xenaphobics' yielding zone.

deborah burch

For:"ABC-form;  Yasmin's 'SNOW' 

*xenaphobic: abnormal fear of the 
*necrose: necrotic; dead-like; dead...

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It all starts when he gets out of his bed 
Collect his unfinished dreams then head on down for blank stares 
From the demons that lived on down stairs 
And that my friends 
Is when his poem starts 
He says 

A silent moment still a silent moment he never spoke 
Take back the old flashing memories and grant me with happy ones 
the ones
That only fly when I show them how 
A dream can mess up a child's mind 

The ones that they say can kill up to nine nigga at a time but at the same moment can still hold a smile
And that my friend is when her poem starts

A silent moment still a silent moment 
She never spoke 

Painting perfect picture with with fake smiles
She wrote 
Faceless people like to hold 
Mama never gave me a place to hide 
My cries at night 
Light skin sweetie 
Gets a lot of beating from the dark knights in cold buildings
But never gets on her knees to beg for a ride 
And that my friends is why she never looks u in the eye when she says Hi 

Looks down at street cars 
Hoping to catch the next guy who would take her life 
Pay her next bill and maybe name her wife 
And that's why that night 
She never spoke 

So he wrote 
A silent moment still a silent moment
I'll stay silent till mother comes home 


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Never give up
Garden of hope

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differnt worlds

in my world there are tow different worlds hearing and deaf. in a hearing world you can say everything and do anything people wont say or look at you but if your deaf people judge you of everything you do or say people look at you until you sit down or go. this is my different world

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Comfort Zone

A Feeling That Gets Me Feeling The Greatest 
Flipping Through Songs That Make me Feel like I'm Going To Make It
I CAn Sit Back, Chill & Relate With
The Sun Goes Up & The Moon Goes Down
Everyday I Know I have Not YEt Reached The Rooftops, But I'm Sure Not Touching The Ground
Have Much To Believe In, But Do I Believe it or not
My Mind Keep Racing While My Face is on Stuck
Then My Eyes Close Shut
Zoning In & Out of Conscious
Deep Thoughts on How I Was Born Into The Worlds Sickness
Will I Sit Back & Die from it or Live Past It
I'm Feeling It
The High I Get from  Life
That Grew Into My Life 
Feeling Like Everthing is Alright
If I Die Tonight My Soul Will Be Already Dancing Around The Stars Lights
I Had A Cruel Summer, But I'm Going to Enjoy My Chill Winter Nights
Reaching New Heights
The Comfort is Just Right
My Mind is in the Clouds
My Body has Slown Down
I Lay Gently Into a Dream & in My Dream I Never Wake Up From My Dream
Lost In It All
The Sky, The Galexy & Everything In-Between
-In My Zone

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Verbally Twisted

My vocabulary might be a little bent and dented but its mostly twisted, 
a self-made dictionary with a little dark thought and white light in life and craziness itself mixed in it,
 I get up in the morn ready to take the day on after just one egg on a pancake biscuit,
 I got the recipe for verbal insanity just give me the egg beater and with this vocabulary I'll mix in it,
 break the word batter down like a plumber leaking water until I re fix it, 
I got one of kind writing style its too unique for any typical fool to ****en miss it,
 I got the entertainment on writing just ask me for one and I wont sell it I'll just give you a free Se7en King ticket,
 I get your mind thought high so high in the sky lifted, 
I can give a two flying ****s if my haters say I aint got talent because these words they self so freaking gifted,
 I make poems shake like earthquakes fools cant you see how my words already got your mind shifted,
 This poem is my girl I kiss it, 
This poem is just like my weed i roll up and ****ing hit it, 
This word written *****is so addictive, 
Drugs and alcohol so self-conflictive, 
now how can this king ever, ever quit it, 
These words are dying I better get some gas for this verbal car like weed everyday I better get it,
 I live the life of a young Shakespeare I write like I cant ever regret it, 
I put this poetry *****on the line with my own life dont think I wont bet it? 
So **** you, they, them, her and even me, yeah there I done said it, 
letting go of poetic gun shells firing poetic unleaded, 
shooting cowardice poets like paper shredded, 
where many young lost crooked souls go unfed den, 
watch where your two feet may be treading, 
you got to watch your surrounding so much they circle around the same setting, 
**** Life until death say's otherwise, 
I'm just kind of crazy like that I'm just a little TWISTZTED.... TWISTIFIED...

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My ancestors pray for me

We can make it
The cozy things are admire
and compromise.
Fortube for me, I fell under
the air of life.
Behold it was as if the world
as come to an end
I thank my ancestor
Because am hopeful with speculations.
Reluctantly I departed but
My feelings inside me
Is to lay mattress and doze off.
Their etiquette of life is
Unaffordable but affordable for me.
They compose one another
and live longer.
Their life are cozy and admirable
I have the hope of a fish wife
My ancestors Pray for me.

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Adeline Berry's Operation

     Adeline Berry’s children didn’t  even  fuss. Given her increased jaundice, King Leo made 
Nancy operate pretty quickly, reheating sterilized tools under valerian water. X-rays yielded 

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Good wind.....

Gently I watch over him
an angel perhaps
Something more
nothing less.....

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Night in June

Once there was a boy, 
too poor to be loved.

That is why he met a girl
and broke her heart.

He gave her hope 
and run away

Then came back
but decided not to stay.

All that's left,
the memory of a romantic night

by the government’s eye.

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Street Soldier

My baseball cap is my helmet and my Nike's are my boots, 
My country is my hood and my colors on my flag are niether red white or blue, 
My weapon of choice is my two hands, 
sometimes it can be whatever when I am threatened with a great fall from my stand,
 I have no general or soldiers but I have family and above all I got heart. 
My battlegrounds remain in my own home and sometimes even in the local Wal-Mart.
 Every inch of my hood is up for friendly fire, 
Violence remains apart of life around here searching for peace is far from desire,
 Everyday remains but another day someone will die, 
but more importantly is that another mother, brother, sister or father will cry.
 But I am a street soldier so I am prepared for anothers or worse yet my own demise,
 And as a street soldier I must keep the battle in check, no not with what I see with my two eyes, but what war is really going on inside the mind,
 My battles dont come from without but from within......I am a street soldier fighting through time.....

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Just letting go

11-29-2011 Just Letting Go,Being self found

Your memory -heavy on my mind-I have carried,down the river and onto the busy sea,

I release you into the water,as a fish to live among the pearly curls of the crashing waves,

As a bird into freedom  you fly as high as the sky is blue,

No longer held by a closed cage,I have let it you go ,long after is has gone

Bringing on the harshness of the mellow,I realize I have’nt been alone all along,

I bow down to my maker and  give thanks of my life’s accomplishments,I am now allowed to feel freely ,

I no longer feel held down,no longer in a  bind, I see that my past has been following paths of my own decision

Soon I will find that I ‘ll be calm,the calm of being self found.

I still keep searching for the answers I can not find.

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wondering spirits

I try to make amends....

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It was meant to 
be, like destiny 
you always take 
i'ts path when 
you try to run 
afar from it
I know you 
carefully fought 
hard fights not 
to be where you 
are now but like 
destiny you 
off-ramp from 
it's path when 
you carefully in it
It was..

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Sierra Leone - A long way gone book by Ishmael Baeh

South province where Mattru jong is located!
Intriguing issues as a young boy!
Escaped from drugs and the war!
Rebels – They don’t agree with the government and think    everyone is the enemy!
Ready to start over!
A lhaji close friend of Ishmael!
Lonely waking around by himself at the age of 12!
Evaluated but never understood!
One world with terrible memories!

Never being able to let go of  memories! 

Elated  at being with his uncle!

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People say 
i am crazy 
but i say 
im clever
when i'm 
at school i 
behave like 
a school 
l'm in the 
i behave 
like a 
i'm i play 
my role so 
why do 
people call 
me Crazy!! 
Oh yes im 
crazy coz i 
know how 
to play my 

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Read All About It


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

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

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

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

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

Striking A Light was
crazy amazing
but Obeying The
Order became

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

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

We learn of
Unreasonable Anger
and How Best To
The story of Tree
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

Doris Anne Beaulieu

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I made a journey through the thickets
In a forest deep down the red woods
The sun rays set on my shaved head
A sound of the rattle snake startled me
Which made me jump in fear
With every touch on my bare skin
Of leaves and grass under my feet.

I trebled in fear when the shrubs moved
With every shaking leaf of the woods
Darkness started to settle in quietly
Without even making a hissing sound
The lights in the clouds faded away
Like a candle fades out its light
With its last drop of the melting wax.

I walked for a while I heard a roar
Of a lion heading towards my direction
Gasping for the air I couldn't breath
In between my fears and bravely
I reached my breaking point 
Screamed my mouth off my face
And heard the roar fading away.

For a moment I laughed and shed tears
Tears of joy that I was safe and sound
I screamed again just to make sure
That I was not screaming in a dream
But screaming in reality of my fears
And it is then that I knew that my fears
Are the blocks blocking my very life
From moving ahead against the storms
Which blocks my way to victory.

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The Revival by Michael Byron Dale Hamilton

I have felt the love
I have felt the hate
I have felt the life leave my heart

I have felt the ones I loved betray me
I have felt ones care from afar
I have always wanted a few besides me
Without them I am nothing

Whether you are there from afar
Or walking by my side
Whether patting my back
Or giving me a tender kiss of life

I have been mocked with riches
And I tore myself down 
"Life is going to hell" I said
As i crossed on to a dangerous path of life

But after today
Things have went my way
And nothing now feels wrong

The past is gone now
These times anew
But at least these times
I'll spend time with you

I was the voice of which could not be heard
I was the song which couldn't be sung
I was the one that went unnoticed
I was the bell that was un-rung

I was one of the lucky ones
I had my friends there all the way
To revive me from my aches and sorrows
Bringing back my true life

I noticed life was passing by
As life soared right by my side
I gathered all my strength and spread my wings
And now with life I fly

The Revival by Michael Byron Dale Hamilton

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Nature is Beautiful

Nature is Beautiful

Its takes some understanding to;
Apprecite the wonder of the world as;
One happens to be outdoors among;
The disposal of the Lord's creation.

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As war is fought it takes charge 
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil 
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

Many things will forever change 
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy 
Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man, 
Religion, state and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred 
Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change 
And all who die are a token
Of the rage that must run it's course 
Before words of peace are spoken.

War I hate, though not men, flags nor race 
But war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die 
Then we're not fit to greet those who cry.

What distinguishes war isn't death 
But that man is slain by fellow man. 
Crushed by cruelty and injustice 
With his enemy's murderous hand.

War tends to punish the punishers
So the losers won't suffer alone.
The essence of war is but violence
Till the survivors come marching home.

Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right, 
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. 
Sometimes we survive, while others must die 
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz 
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game 
Without a shortage of those to blame.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick 
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene 
To help stop the savage from being so mean.

War is a hell we visit before death 
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. 
There must be a reason man destroys man
But why it is so, I can't understand.

By Tom Zart


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Floating above 
Buried bellow
Forever free
Confined eternally 
What is right
Why so wrong
Days are short
nights are long
Stay and fight
run and hide
The choice is yours
You decide 

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no swimming

These waters are off limits
no one will know
I dip my feet in 
move forward very slow
now I'm all wet
drowning in confusion
I fight and I fight
I feel I am loosing
I know I shouldnt have gone for this swim
and even though im drowning
I'd do it all over again

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I Swear Death is Really Calling ME
Im Running Out of Air
The Darkness is Chasing Me
I Can't Shake The Shade
My Shadow Chained to The Ground
Below The Concrete is Where Im Bound
Paranoia Sticks Around as My Eyes Scan Over Every Sound
Black & White Cats Run Across Me
First bad Luck Then Death Comes To Greet Me
In Chains With The Other Enemies of Light
But I'm Actually Standing Here Alone
Shadows At My Feet
Watching MY Every Step
Laying Right Beneath Me
Waiting To Swallow Me Whole
The Sky Fall's
The Stars Drop Low
My Life Crumbles
Heavy Screams Burn Into My Soul
As I Collaps Into The Never Ending Black Floor

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House of glass

We’ve built our foundations on feelings alone,
How were we to know that they don’t last?

Always we are one tremble away form destruction;
A breath from the shattering truth.

Sometimes I dance alone in this house of glass
Praying to be seen by you.

We sit and wait for it to come down around us
Staring into each others’ eyes and seeing nothing.
And feeling nothing.

Warm skin, but an icy touch.
I am numb to it all.

Shattered glass will no longer hurt me;
Cutting words have found my heart.

Singing now the anthem of the sunrise,
And we smile at “goodbye”.

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I want to be but how

I want to be the strong girl that you want me to be.
But, it seems like every time I try to be strong,
 Something is always in my way.

I want to be the perfect girlfriend that you ever had.
I want to be the one that you want,
Or the one that you’ve been dreaming about for a long time.

I want to be the perfect women for your,
Parents, friends,
Especially for your sister/brother.

I want to from your high school sweet-heart,
To your college lover, To your Fiancée,
The one that you want to be your children’s father/mother.

To be with you for the rest of your life,
But I have one question in my mind,
One question that I keep thinking about every day.

Do you want the same thing?
The same thing that I’m hopping for,?
Do you want the same thing that I want…?

Maybe I’m just dreaming about what I want,
Maybe it’s just a fantasy of mine…

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A Black Queen

A black queen knows how to handle her castle, her kingdom
Miss queen of the mile beautiful as she walks down the isle
A queen of the mere year coming and going
A black queen knows nothing of any slavery
A black queen of the wheather 
A queen like no other
There are no rainy days in her world
A queen so great she is the sun, moon , stars, night, and day
I'm proud to say that queen is my MOM

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 Four hundred years ago high-born Brits sailed to America
Seeking fast fortunes, adventure and fame.
Many would never endure their first year here
Cultivating, foraging, and hunting game.

Arriving in Virginia they came ill-prepared
In search of gold and a route to the South Seas
What they found were hostile Indians,
Insects, starvation, and disease.

“Virginia is Earth’s only Paradise!”
The laureate of England would proclaim!”
However by August of 1607,
Every day there was anguish, and pain.

They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats
One man ate his wife and hid her bones in the ground.
Despite their hardships, half managed to survive 
Becoming America’s first permanent, English town .


The Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving
At Plymouth in October 1621.
The bitter winter of 1620, was over
With a loss of many father, mother, daughter or son.

Life for survivors was much better now
As a good harvest improved what was rationed
Settlers enjoyed good health and prosperity
As homes were raised from the logs they fashioned.

They walked unafraid and safely in the woods
For they had made peace with the Indians.
After the signing a long-lasting treaty
Natives and Pilgrims shared the land as friends.

Sending four men to shoot waterfowl and wild turkeys
The Pilgrims decreed a holiday of good fortune
A chief was invited who brought 90 braves
And five deer to increase the portion.

It was an open-air roast and festival
Held along the north bank of Town Brook.
Where there were games of skill, chance and dance
While everyone gorged on the feast they cooked.

From then on Thanksgiving spread through the colonies
Though each region chose its own date.
Till in 1789 President Washington proclaimed
November 26 a day to give thanks and celebrate.

The theme of Thanksgiving has always been the same.
Though its date has changed many times.
A day for giving and remembering the less fortunate
Expressing thankfulness with our prayers, hearts and minds.

It is our duty as a nation to acknowledge providence
Of Almighty God, and to obey his will.
To be grateful for his blessings, and protection
As we humbly partake in the tables we fill.

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Seasons and their Quickening....


Their Changing......

Come and Go

Like Seconds.....



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Benn Gunn

Benn Gunn

Precious alone here I dwell, gently rusting in solitude.
All withered, all quivered, 
 to love you,  if ...   I had half a chance.

 Mine island twould be, could be but paradise.   
 Hey I say! Nay I say!  Its ‘em dead pirates,
 who in mine infernal dreams, search , seek me.

 So, Ben Gunn half a man, became a prophet.
 With rag tag beard,
 talks to himself does he? Does me?
 Fer tis good and mad I be.

 Many many years to sit and stare,
 stare far out to sea.
 Seeking the love of God.
 Fancy I to spy, a sail or snail.

Silver, I hated ‘im, but wish with all mine heart 
a pirate’s heart, all torn black and blue,
the buccaneer was here too.
Oh! T’would be mine friend, like you.

Now tis windy in ‘em hollows
a devil dwells there, wickedness itself.
I’m a feared till morn, fer in mine crusty, rusty dreams,
a one legged man is born.

 When ya mad, ya humble,  and wear a pirate’s hat.
 When ya sad, you’ll stumble,
 watched by the eyes of a large red cat.

 Precious alone here I dwell,  gently rusting in solitude.
 All withered, all quivered.
 to love you,  if ...   I had half a chance.

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The Voices of the Soul- Poetry

The voices of the soul (poetry)

Noteless music no less harmony in its melody,
Body motionless only the heart may dance, 
Satiety to her crave a dose of ecstacy,
The magic of the art unveiled.

The poets mind out of the box, what box!
Eternal fires to brighten this darkening land of ours,
Counterpart of science reveal the mystery in truth,
A prism to once thought pure white.

Words in poetry so relaxing breathing is  toil,
Syllables so calming the heart too loud,
Truly flesh is lease, a soulbeing,
Free your mind and come along.

A walk through the universe, mind as swift as light,
My view likewise the eagle's all problems solved.
I return home new hope and more,
There's more to life my eyes have seen.

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Consciousness, the mother of time and space, 
Philosophies in history, we try to embrace; 
Time is an illusion, a product of the mind.

Great thinkers have said, 
it cannot be measured, nor reasoned in our head.
It cannot be frozen, imprisoned, or changed.
Nor is there a possibility for time to be rearranged.

No division or separation
between time and eternity can exist, 
yet, even still, measuring time, man does insist.

Clocks, calendars, minutes, and hours, 
the convenience of man, 
Measuring time, the best that he can.

Attempting to harness times and all of its power, 
Exhibiting faith that our lives will not grow sour, 
this illusion of our minds, 
for this one thing, 
we call time.


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a slaves words

as i turn my head and listen too the strom another fatherless babyis born!they are fighting too keep me but all i want is too be free!my skin is brown from the sun and for the south i refuse to pick up a gun.the priesident hes a good man every blackmans friend.the storm is ragging ang so im i them takeing gedisberg has got me hi!

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I Know It's Real

Is This Love That Im Feeling?
Kiss Me In The Beginning
Marry Me In My Revelation
Hold Me Tight
Let Our Hearts Sink In
I Will Not Let Go Until The World Ends
But Our World Won't End
We Will Meet Again In Heavens Promised Land
You Are My Angel
Right When I Was About To Walk Out The Doors
God Brought You in
I Will Not Let Our New Paved Roads, Discompose & Come To A End
You Put Your Wings Around Me
I Know It's Real
I See Your Halo
I Know It's Real
If You Ever Told Me You Love Me
I Know It's Real
Born Again Are The Two Words That Can Describe How I Feel
Is This Love That I'm Felling?
-Let The Truth Be Revealed

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The Journey

Sit beside me.
We will travel far away.
Driver...our fantasy.
Destination...the dream.
Luggage...our souls.
There are not limits for the dreams
Don't wake me up baby

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved

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Autumn leaves cling high in the tree tops
As acorns drop to the bottom.
Summer’s hot days have long since gone
Replaced by the coolness of Autumn.

The roses and mums are still in bloom
For the nights are brisk without frost.
Halloween is just around the corner
With the brilliance of Autumn soon lost.

Dead leaves create the rainbows of Autumn
Red, yellow, orange, purple and brown.
Soon winter shall blanket nature in white
As the seeds of summer lie dormant in the ground.

Wild geese call as they fly in formation
Across the star filled skies of night.
The moon seems larger and has more color
Reflecting with wonder its light.

Autumn for most, is their favorite time of year
Till winter passes and it’s spring once more.
A time of harvest and transformation
As the light of day is shorter than before.

How many Autumns have come and gone
Only God could tell the story.
How many Autumns have we left to enjoy
With their fulfillment, radiance and glory.

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The Cure For Winter Blues

The Cure For Winter Blues

Don't be feeling down
Just because winter came around
Let me share things I have found
Before more snow hits the ground

My youtube channel viewwithme
Has much excitement for you to see
So go to the site and join me
It really is the place to be

There are playlists to suit your every need
Anything from wild bats out of trees
To the judging of birds and bumble bees

Take a minute to give it a peek
You will find what you seek
There is nothing you would consider bleak
These playlists are all very unique

Even if you have the flu
Don't go feeling blue
You can still have fun and see something new
From waterfalls to making a shoe

If you are into storm chasing
Or even furniture making
You can watch from when you're first waking
Until your eyes are aching

If you like to watch a whole lot of contests
My youtube channel viewwithme is the best
You may even need to take a rest
Before you can continue to see the rest

There are playlist of stagecoaches and wagons too
And much more in store for you
And all you really have to do
Is find the right playlist that works for you

This is how you cure the winter blues
Aren't you glad I shared the news
About my viewwithme channel on youtube
And all that still awaits you

By Doris Anne Beaulieu

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I just wish Africa

another nite
no one gets on me
I'm lucky

I don't know how to call
I'm gettin tired of myself

I wish, I really wish
I had the stamina
to be me

I want to NOT
why can I not?

I want to go
and just go


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Across the Swiss and Austrian Alps
brutal gusts steadly blow,
calling for heavy snowflakes
dancing as lost butterflies...
falling as summer's lonely stars.
Ginger bread smells good,
honey in tea is superb;
I inhale the steamy swirls that
jackrabbits love to smell.
Kaffe Klatsch is strong
lurching through their nostrils,
making them too hyper.
Northern Italy's wooden shacks
over the wide, frigid vallies...
point to a warmer South
quiet only at evening or night.
Roam as deer on snowy slopes,
stunning is the alpine scenery:
trees as tall as redwoods
ululate louder than hungry wolves...
vulnerable to snowdrifts' attacks. 
Watch the skiers having fun,
xelophones making music,
yummy polenta being eaten...
zealous alpinists singing.

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Think About It You Can Count On

Think about it you can count on your mom and dad to take care of you,but is both 
parents there
The bus driver is supposed to pick you up for school but what if he didn't come

Waking up tomorrow but tomorrow isn't promised today

Cars to stop at a red light but some intoxicated, high, insane person might not 
want to stop

What I'm saying is don't count on anyone but yourself

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Far out on Neptune's briny sea,
my hammock holding still
while the ship slowly rocks side to side,
tired and lonely, I close my eyes.
In this darkness I can hear
the constant lapping of the waves
against my ship's hull from bow to stern
and imagine the breeze's gentleness
as it caresses each delicate drop
before it splashes back to its home in the sea.
In this quasi-conscious state of being
My attention is drawn to an aroma so sweet
it reminds me of vanilla or, maybe, jasmine
rooted in a desert hillside mingling
with the cleanness of a Spring rain.
Am I really smelling this
or is my heart playing with my mind?
I am now imagining my arms
wrapping around your body,
breathing in your essences
after my tall ship returns to port.
How many days and hours will that be?
The sea is my home and I know it well,
but am cruising in unfamiliar waters
whose depths, denizens and perils
have yet to be discovered and charted.
With fair winds and a forgiving tide,
how fast can we go?
Is there such a thing as sailing too fast?
How many knots can that be?
Every moment ticking by creates another knot;
one that ties itself inside of me.
Sleep is not forthcoming;
I stir, my breathing heightens,
I slip out of my hammock
and my steps bring me to the deck
where I longingly look out over those ripples
separating me from you.
Surrounded by the pitch black of night I'm enheartened
by the moon's beams dancing like water nymphs
on the milky crest of every wave
filling my eyes with sensuous beauty.
My heart feels warm and vibrant now
and I turn my gaze upon that splendid orb
slowly spanning midnight's sky,
for somehow I know across this expanse of ocean,
you are looking at it too.
I continue my journey into the darkness,
chasing the moon to be closer to you.
Tonight, standing on this cold forlorn deck,
I wish I could reach up into the heavens,
pluck that chromish gem from the sky,
and give it to you to hold forever.
Back in my hammock I think and wonder,
when this ship, again, drops anchor in port,
will you be at dockside waiting for me?
When my sails are relaxed,
my jib tied down resting in its place,
and I finally set these seadog's legs upon the shore,
will you be there?
I am but a lonely sailor
looking for your outstretched arms
to guide my heart into a safe harbor...

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Wonders of the Day

Early in the Morning, Brightness Arouses
Symbolizing a new born day,
That all species have observed since the 90s,
Of which, are the Wonders of the day

Wonders of the day!!! Wonders of the day!!!
Yelling all chicken, dogs, people, birds and more species even,
Wondering what makes up the world and how it was made,
In search of answers through research and experiments

Wonders of the day!!! Wonders of the day!!!
Brings joy to some, but sadness to others,
Enlightens all humans, and provides light to all
Living Organism

Wonders of the day!!! Wonders of the day!!!
Expected to bring change, than destruction,
As from now Onwards, One should be reminded, that…
The wonders of the day are as wonderful as planned by the Creator,
Therefore, A new day should also mean a new definition of our Personalities 

By N.H Kandjimi

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no place like home

   would you like to hear a story, that grandma once told
its about an old train, that grandpa once rode
   the story starts out when my grandpa was young
he had reached the age that the fever begun
   but its the kind of fever that won't make you ill
its when you must travel somewhere, you just can't stay still
   he had seen many times, the smoke far away
it came every week, and on the same day
   it was that train from the east, kansas is where it was from
headed west hauling wheat, and chasing the sun
   that fever inside him would not let him be
it was that train an the mountains, he just had to see
   it was then that he saw the train, come over the hill
as the ground shook beneth him,a never befor felt thrill
   as it came up the next hill, it slowed to a pace
that he might run beside it, but it would be a foot race
   then he tried to grab on, his hand started to slip
as his feet druged the gravel, he must find a good grip
   then he pulled himself up, and felt he had won
excited and scared, his journey now had begun
   on top of the boxcar, he could finally see
the tips of the mountains, he said calling for me
   now as he got closer, to his big surprise
the mountains it seems, reach clear to the sky
   now as the train climed, he looked down some roads
he started to notice, it was now getting cold
   the wind had now changed, an the stack blowing out smoke
was shooting rite in his face, as he began now to choke
   he thought to himself that this cannot last
the wind will change, when we go through the next pass
   with it getting colder an colder, he started to shake
not thinking this out, was a major mistake
   so now he was freezing an stuck on the car
not knowing for how long, not knowing how far
   all he could think of, is when will it end
so he could go home to his family and friends
   now as he was praying, the train headed down hill
could this be a miracle, clean cloths an hot meal
   yes the train finally stopped, and grandpa jumped down
he was just on the edge of a old mining town
   he decided to walk, find some place to get warm
wearing cloths that were dirty, smelly an torn
   with no money or friends here to help him out
looking so pitiful as he roamed all about
   now a lady had seen him, an said son whats your name
your not from this town, have you been riding that train
   come into the house now, an have a seat
i'll get you warmed up, an cleaned up, an something to eat
   i can see young man that you've had quete a day
but we must phone your family, let them know your ok
   now he thought to himself, it was no fun to roam
so he made the phone call, an he asked to come home
   now when grandma first told this story to me
she did for a reason, so that i might see
   she knows the fever can grab you, and you'll want to roam
then you'll find out the hard way, thats there's no place like home

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A handsome rooster with red-breasted feathers, soft and lustrous,
and a head covered with golden plumage,
was too unhappy to sing about his age,
so he embarked on a long journey, sadly departing from his friends.  

Thousands of miles over farms, vallies, villages and cities he flew,
seeking with all his strength an urban, bustling place...
to terminate that monotony, which made him too blue
and disunite himself from an ordinary life which implied bondage.

And roaring over majestic mountains, rolling hills and cities with skyscrapers,
he encountered suspicious and envious eagles that
challenged him with their vicious shrills, but he displayed no apparent rage...
still diving into luminous and transparent clouds.  

The unhappy roosted had not rested for three long days,
and exhausted of flying, he decided to take a brief break by a bubbling stream;
his dry,wind-whipped eyes started to roll and he fell asleep...
and trancing and tossing, he rolled downhill into an harbor of sailing ships.

The well-rested rooster woke up around noon, finding himself in the lap
of a gorgeous boy and he was telling his mom kndly,
" I want this rooster, he can keep the lonesome and quite parrot  company."
And she replied, "It's a not a pet, my son!" she explained.

Mothers always try to please their kids, and sometimes spoil them,
not according to their customs and bekiefs...fathers are much stricter than them.
"I'll take care of him and I'll feed him, and soon he'll be living on our ranch home."
"From now on, his name will be Harbor: the lovely place where I found him."

The gentle boy kept his promise and Harbor became family,
and the untalkative parrot tought that Harbor to say the same and exact words he said,
and as days went by, nobody knew how he could utter them humanly;
and how did they find out that Harbor was smater than any other rooster or even bird?

They actually heard them in a challenging conversation who could find a perfect mate
in the shortest time and the shrewd parrot would surely be a winner,
but to his surprise, Harbor, with his accumulated widdsom, sought in a nearby, sunny farm,
where chickens were raised and transported on an old air conditioner freighter.

Harbor looked around, and he didn't seem to like any chicks he saw;
was he about to give up on his search? Suddenly not! He trotted past the noisy barn,
and to his bewilderment, he spotted a beautiful chick on the grass below...
and gallantly accosted her, and with a chat, he started a romantic affair by keeping her warm.

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kuch to baaki h


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Black Orange Cats

To Dream

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Take me as I am

Take me as I am

Slowly i make my way into the land
A land i know nothing about
I ignore the mocking look on people's faces
Ive gotten used to them.

I did not ask for this
I did not fight to.become the way i am
Its not my fault that i was in the right place
But in a very wrong time

I trudge painfully forward
Though i know.not my destination
All i know is if i look ahead
Ill reach wherever im headed

On this road i walk there are many people
Some will give you a helping hand
Some will ridicule you all the way
And others will look on indifferently

Look all you want,give a helping hand
But know one thing, today i walk this road
But tomorrow it will be you
And my request is just one

Dont judge me and take me as I am
For if you do the same will happen to you
For we all walk this road
With only one destination in mind.

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The Cloud

Diffuse fog
Star fire
Fingers, arms
She will tumble
Star fire
Evening flights
White on turquoise
Winged seeds
Set jelly
She will tumble

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weather warning

hoot hoot says the owl
who who says the dove
the dog gave a little growl
an eagle was seen high above
the flowers are blooming in the heat of the morning
as we walk through the valleys
there was no warning
of the storm that was coming
over the mountains the rain was falling
and suddenly thunder broke the silence
birds scattered into their nests
squirrels stopped hauling
all the nuts on the ground
a tornado could be seen going round and round
then it changed direction and it seemed like a test
so god could see a detection of fear
in all of us so far and near
then its quiet not a movement anywhere
now we must wait till something takes a dare

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Summer Darling

As the golden rays
touches the Goddess skin,
The shimmers of the
universe glows with in.

As each strand of hair
plays along the wind
sun strokes with flair
on it's pretty shine.

I'ts the summer you gotta love,
show what you got
and flaunt what you have.

Feel the heat and be who you are
season is over before you know it.
Let the warmth  sit still 
in your heart when summer ends.
Feel everything because 
you are a summer darling.

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what becomes of a broken heartache

i dont know why but i wish i new what becomes of a broken heartache.i dont 
know nobody knows its  confusing but 1 day we will figure it out

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Give me a day
and let me go away
Let me find my way
Let me go astray
and learn my lessons

Let us part our ways
Let me leave your embrace
and feel the coldness of the world
Let me get lost 
And recapture my footings back

Don't hold my hand
Let me topple and fall
Let me rise and gain my strength
Just like a cow lets its calf
I wanna stand on my own

Let me feel the cruelty of people
Let me learn to absorb their jealousy
Let me learn to make them smile
They will love me though it may take a while

Mother,am no longer a child
i can now tame the wild
Just pretend you no more care
And let me fight free and fair

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shoo-- there is some one at door

shoo ------ there's some one at door 
but why so ? so late night ?

is there any post man or any grocer ....
noooo it can't , any one who works at day but knock the door at night 

it is a ghost ? oh it seems 
it is a GHOST !!!

 a big horror !!
yaa iam going t open the door
slowly , slowly , slowly 

but , but who's there ?

yep its seems i had some dreams its no one
its my little sister who slept on the bed and had fall,

and made a big noise!

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A Sunny Wait...

Young days start with a nostalgia
for a lost freedom
Anxiety was the prime suspect.

As the age moves on,
truth consumes the virtue.
I hold this insult
in the throes of conscience with tears.

The dreams did not last long
in the wild eyes of geniuses.
Grace and dignity fell short of sinners.
The prince of blackness strode
on the white souls.

I could not have been a witness
of paradox.
Lacked in the old books
I still wait on the highway
for a sun to climb the hill.

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A is for apple her favourite food.
N is for nelly fortado her favourite singer.
G is for green her favourite colour.
E is for easter her favourite holiday.
L is for lilly her  favourite flower.

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Elated to be loved by God

Loving to every one

Intriguing with the stuff she likes


Absolutely crazy

Beautiful no matter what

Entangled with the world issues 

Trust worthy 

Having a good personality

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The old man

 we shall go
 we shall leave
 our sepulchre awaits
 Hmm, sense it
 pop it comes
 what can we!

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No more pain

Tired going here and there,
Tired of being aware!
Sick of building useless hopes,
Sick of being on unstable slopes!
Vexed facing disappointment,
Vexed keeping perseverant!
Done carrying on,
Done being cheated on!
Special thanks to all my swains;
Those who cured, or racked my strain,
A new stage has just broke ground,
A Point of view is switching around
Only success is what I'll brace,
From today, till blue in the face!

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The Architect

Who is the architect of this despair,
Fish locked in water men trapped in the air,
Who do we assign to this circus of lies,
Who must account for the dust in our eyes?
Audience or Act is no cause to weep
Voiced or silent we will all end in sleep.

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Relationships are the greatest predictors of happiness
Healthy ones tend to support our joy and appreciation.
The best way to keep mentally healthy, happy and strong
Can be summed up by love, trust and admiration.

One of the most rewarding things, each of us can do
Is the acknowledgment of others and their fears.
To promote their happiness and sense of worth
By our love, concern, laughter and tears.

Staying eager to display are willingness
To recognize our support from others.
Where would we be without the people we love
Friends, mom, dad, grandparents, sisters and brothers.

We treasure our relationships and pray to maintain them
As they give us our passion and purpose in life.
 Cherishing our family, our faith, our country
Our honor, our husband or wife.

By Tom Zart

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Like an angel from the sky
You make my life heavenly
You're such a blessing to me 
And I pray that you never leave me

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The Past Is Ash

The past is ash, you gotta rise like the phoenix, don’t like it call your mama and ask for a Kleenex. The time is long past due to stop thinkin’ and start doin’, start rootin’ for the man inside and stop all the internal booin’. You sound like everybody else with a story, braggin’ about past glory. What about today? Tomorrow will be today again, are you gonna be your worst enemy or be your best friend? Nobody believes you, you don’t even believe yourself, you need to take that bull*****and put in on the shelf. You can only judge and fix yourself, work on that person, no one else. You need to man up and fill your cup with the nectar that life has to offer. You want to win and be stronger, not lose and be softer. You want the fruit of your labor, to love yourself and your neighbor, to love the fan and the hater, to love what you got cuz you got it and you took it and made it cuz there was no tomorrow or later, only back then, back when, back in the day suffering every which way with your back against the wall that you made with your sorrow and your rage. Do what you do and stop being blue, you need a new blueprint printed out and co-signed by the future you, your future self, the architect and the tenant. You know what you got? A new start and a new shot. A chance to stop being a robot. A new lease on life with no lease payments and at the very least, no leash to stop you from running free in a new lot. Now it’s just you, yourself and the pie in the sky. Become the apple of your own eye, the catcher of your own rye, the ink in your own dye, the voice that will question your feelings inside and shine brightly upon all the lies in your mind. Create your future fate before time flies by and history says it’s too late, these words are your bond and your mind is a clean slate. Carve them out and breathe in each letter, fake it till you’re feeling better. Those who wronged you don’t exist, they are not your enemy, burn that list, of people you think owe you one does, except one person, the hardest to find, and while you’ve been dying and losing your mind, and stressing and flexing on struggle and strife, he was right there in the mirror the whole damn time.

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Why does the sun die?
All captains view lively, rainy waves.
Endure quietly like a cold wind.
Why does the whale wave?
Endure swiftly like a misty breeze.
Why does the girl travel?
Shores endure like clear shores.
Shores travel!
Golly gosh, loves!
Old, big ships roughly desire an old, rough shark.
Clear, old clouds swiftly command an old, small mast.
Courage, desolation, and faith.
The sail endures like a small mainland.
All gulls love misty, cold winds.
The captain sails like a stormy pirate.
The mainland rises like a clear seashell.

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In the naame of Nkporo i pledge 
To be faithful and hyonest towards 
Her development and upliftment.
There i belong, my humble home.
Nkporo Amaka, it is so good to be one of us.
A land of hope and dreams.
Nkporo Amaka, sweet to say
NKporo is so good to  live.

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The Real Me

They look at me 
And see the girl
Who lives inside
A ghetto world
But don't believe
That's all there is in me
You'll never know the real me....
I'm sad among a thousand words
And frowns along a thousand smiles
I'm incomplete
Words just cannot explain
They'll never know the real me..
They'll never know the real KhaiB.

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slump of thought

1 Subject,
70 Sheet, 
Wide ruled,
Blue main, partially covered in fleece
With 27 blue and 1 red line
3 holes punched
empty circles in time
emptiness of thought
trying to learn things
that can't be taught
no catchy punch lines 
not even a sweet phrase
in act of creative desperation
I write about...... a notebook page

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colleen laforme

C is for caring
O is for opps
L is for loving
L is for literacy
E is for elected
E is for exited
N is for natural

for a very close friend colleen laforme

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Gold Rush

Able bodies come..
dig .. excavate.. find gold..
how I jumped..keep looking..
mercy.. Nothing!.. 
ore... picks..quick rising 
settlements.. tents.. Unbelievable..
Vigilantes.. Worries... xenophobic.. 
yelling zestfully..

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Being a twin

     every where i walk i get picked on                                                          
          just for being me sometimes i feel alone                                                  
                but with my twin i feel never gone 
           were one in the same 
                          and can always know each others pain
                        being a twin is a gift from above
                   we have each other and what's not to love 
                           we share common goals    
                    that never gets old                                                            
                                   we live our life normal 
                waiting for life to unfold
                                     and that's being a twin 
                        our story never gets old

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Wandering minds

I looked out the window 
And saw brains with little feet 
Wandering through the streets 
Some were climbing, others reading 
Some questioning other minds
Some brains seem to be running a mile a minute
Searching for new answers
New ways to figure out things
And as the day ended
They jumped back into their windows
Back into their owners heads 
To rest for another day of wandering

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Dreams come true

You are a special friend 
And I know you will be there till the end 
I'm so blessed to have you in my life 
Helping me threw  my strife 
You are always there for me in so many ways 
Sharing all my birthdays 
I can't thank you enough 
And I'm sorry for what I've put you through 
Always a shoulder to lean on 
A coffee at hand 
And a chat with a friendly man 
You ask for nothing in return 
And no strings attached 
You simply are just the best friend a girl could want 
I'm so glad I had the chance to know you 
And share some special moments too 
Dreams do come true 
Because I met you 
You are the love of my life 
The reason i keep fighting to stay longer in flight
Im in a magical place where peace and solitude is all around 
And I have you to thank, for turning my life around 
I know it's hard at times , worth it in the end I'm sure 
Thank you baby for not closing the door 
You keep me safe , you free my mind 
You are everything I have always been denied 
Life is so good with you In every single way 
That's why I pray to god to let me stay 
Together we can beat the road ahead 
And stay focused on what will come 
Love like ours is strong 
And two people can't be wrong 

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Ness=State of Being

In this state of being
I'm lost in this world of emptyness
Sick with lonliness
Overwhelmed with sadness
beaten by soreness
Held down by disorderliness
Ness=State of Being

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Winning souls tend to change everything,
Including who and what we are.
When our darkness within transforms to light
And our eyes have the luster of a star.

We must always pray for the lost among us
Who eagerly race toward the wrong direction.
So they may know their own repentance 
Blessed by God’s, grace, love and protection.

All of heaven’s heroes  have suffered remorse
From hate, fear, lust, loneliness and war.
They do what they do with deliverance of heart
Defeating the dark side of life and more.

Noah found safety within the beams of his ark
To endure heaven’s cleansing of earth.
Moses the deliverer, climbed a mountain
Descending with God’s guidelines of worth.

David the shepherd, a boy among men
Slew evil’s giant with a flying stone.
Samson the strong man, broke from his chains
Toppling the temple with God’s help alone.

Jonah was swallowed by a monster fish
To be cast up on shore with a prophecy to tell.
Jesus of Nazareth was nailed to the cross
And without his forgiveness we’re doomed to fail.

Lord I’ll feel blessed to greet all your heroes
When it is my time to escape my woes.
I’ll clutch their hands and kiss their face
As we celebrate the journey we chose.

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Woodsmen Day

   Woodsmen Day ( Poem)

Sport using handsaws
With a toothed edge blade
One or two handed sawing
On a woodsmen fair day

Traditional log rolling
Is a lumberjacks technique
Style used in river driving
The illustration is unique

Springboard tree is branchless
With live action you can’t beat
 Platform board is dangerous
A risk if you compete

Block ax chopping
Is a loggers sport indeed
Hard on your back swinging
Be careful of your feet
Woodsmen day activities
Is part of the fair you see
I bring it all to my channel
Cause that’s the place to be

By: Doris Anne Beaulieu
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Love me Forever

When I don’t see you I feel lost
I feel so lost when you are gone.
Don’t you ever leave me
don’t you ever cheat on me
 just love me.

As I gave you my heart 
don’t you ever break it 
because if you do
I will be cold like a cold water in a blizzard
I will be numb.

I will never love again,
I will just be cold and heartless.
Too many have hurt me in the past, 
and I just let them get away with it.
Just love me forever.

If you hurt me,
I will just give up in love,
hold me tight, make me feel right.
Make me feel the happiness that I never felt before, 
and last, love me like you’ve never loved before.

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Alot In Me

Afraid to sleep at night
Too much on my mind
And I pray that god
Will guide my heart
Will save me right in time
And my joy melts into stressing
I have no one to lift me high
And now the madness in me
Is gathering
Having no where left to hide
Every day in my life,
There's a problem I have to find inside
But somewhere inside my heart,
A diamond lies deep inside
And I hope I'm gonna be saved in time
So you see I got a lot in me
But there's more than this for me
When god lands his hands to heal my heart
I'll be just fine
And the madness that surrounds my heart
It shatters as they land
See I grew up on a painful road.
But I learned to block the pain
No, I wont give up tomorrow
Because I'll come to life

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Where to Start

Where to Start

I walk these same streets everyday
I can’t keep living this way
I always do wrong but I want to be right
Lord please show me your light
I want to follow you all of my days
You deserve all of my praise
Lord you are true
I give myself to you
Lord I want to be done with my sin
But I don’t know where to begin
I want to glorify you with everything I do
Father I give my praise to you
I pray this prayer with all my heart
Lord please show me where to start 

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I would never forget that ancient call
The cry of the babies , the smiles of the toddlers
singing of the birds and the melodiously chipping of the insects
In a beautiful land filled with milk and honey.
A land of peace and harmony.
Have you been to Nkporo before?
A village adored with nice and kind people
Very hospitality and dream oriented people.
Nkporo- so nice a place to be
With its cozy air and luxurious hills and mountains.
And streams of glory dwells there in. 
She dwells in ohafia local government area,
In the populous and magnificent state of Abia.
God"s own state, where heroes are breed.
Where pretty woman with long hair and nose are seen only.
You have not gone to any where if you have not visited Nkporo,
the mighty buffaloes.
So beautiful like the morning glory.

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Random ABC

Alone, barricaded can disrupt everyone for great, hours instantly jacking killers lives moving near openings, people questioning; resistance, strayed, torn. Universe versus war, x-raying yonder zest.

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Life at its end, but really a new beginning

Living every day, 
Living every second to the beat of yesterday, 
The memories haunt my soul, 
I wish that we both will never get old, 
I know they say old is gold,
But imagine how much gold has been worn and taken and and those people that wore them don't even exist anymore, 
it's like they were here but not anymore,
Live life to the fullest because of day you will have to go, 
Maybe our souls feel tense in this body of flesh, 
Try and cut a hole in your past please tell me you're fresh, 
Live life as a new beginning every day, 
you're born alone and you die alone, 
You are the only one there are no other clones.

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Nkporo Okwe, the glory of all land,
Where Eze Aja dwells and reign bravely.
There john Ogbu agwo slain thousand soldiers 
and was lifted shoulder high triumphantly.
Obodo man was also bred there with a silver spoon.
A home of hope and transformation of goals .
The loamy never fail at harvest ,
that is why you could witness a great new Yam feastival 
Where tubers of yam like a woman lap is 
Used for sacrifice to the gods of Harvest.
And the villagers in high spirit dancing Nzogbu -Nzogbu
Glorifying the creator and their Chi for a bountiful harvest.

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Nkporons are known for removing that
which is in their brother's eyes.
Have you come across a woman from Nkporo?
They are so pretty, and kind, 
very industrious and hardworking.
Their skin faded not and their smiles wake the sleeping earth.
Nkporo men are generous and powerful,
Both in bed and war.
They have slained thousand enemies, stood tall
for the development of the village.
You could see them all over the world,
They have the heart of gold , development,
and empowerment toward the betterment of Nigeria.
Ever one is welcome to the land.
We discriminate not nor do we behave selfishly 
like others do rather we come together with one heart of Nkporonism.

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If there's one angel I want to see
So beautiful so true..
One smile that make's a difference.
its owned just by you.
What I see in front of me
Is a painting of our love

But there are obstacles in my line of view.
Obstacles sent from above.
I think i will flee away from this planet soon
And hide from the world of pain in the lunar phase of moon.
But, there's one thing i need before I float in the blue.
I need a sky partner and i want it to be you.

We will sleep in the stars at midnight in our special place.
I will dry you with a comet's tail and kiss your sparkling face.

We will fulfill our dreams every possible day.
Every night Your smile will be my milky way..
We will hold each other n sail above the heaven's height.
Nothing can diminish our love's everlasting light.

Sun will shine on us,glowing unconditionally on our devotion
Warming our soul in love's universally vast ocean.
We will sleep with clouds as pillows and maybe steal an angel's wing.
Then fly as magical love birds or slide round Saturn's ring.
We will hook onto a meteor and soar across the sky.

Will u agree to be my mate on our celestial ship
I am ready'heart packed with love,to last us for the trip
Take my hand and step abroad, we will head towards the sun.
we'll fly all our the universe till all the obstacles become none.
Till we can freely call us..'One'

-Nikhil Chandwani

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Flowers Key......Notes Yellow....

Flowers Key
Notes Yellow
I love

Green Mandolin


In another life

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sinse you've been gone

we  have  missed  you
we  really do
it's  not the  same
we  sit here in  shame
i   love you
you no its true

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America, the abundant, the place I was born 
I'll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground 
Who loved her the same as I.

Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky;
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There's billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.

That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.

There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train 
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and from the factories 
Balanced in a box on a wheel.

Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall, 
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a present from France, 
Describes how, inside, we feel.

That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves America’s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.

We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.

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Harmony in Marriage (ABC poem)

Anxious brides carry doubt,
Each female,
Greets him intoxicated,
Joining kingdoms love,
Men now obedient,
Pre qualify responses,
Staying tomorrow united,
Victorious women,
Xerox yearlong zeal.

I am sure this will strike up some controversy,,for sure...Maybe and then again maybe not !!!

ABC poem for contest.

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Fast, dusty cigarettes calmly drive a big, small guy.
The worker stops like an old sidewalk.
All skyscrapers hustle noisy, dead cars.
Lord, work!
O, death!
Dark, noisy doors roughly fight a old, big car.
Why does the truck shop?
All flowers grab noisy, small cars.
The job shops like a dead cigarette.
Damn, work!
The slum shops like a hot jackhammer.
Anger, exhaustion, and death.
All jackhammers get misty, grimy guys.
Work, desolation, and life.

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After school my friend and I would walk through town to the river
Soon to bait our trout lines with cotton cake, crawdads and liver.
Sometimes we used baby bullheads, perch or great big frogs
Tossing out into the current next to a snag of logs.

At times we would disrobe and wade out in the stream
Attaching lines to anything hoping to hook our dream.
One day I made some doe bait and stuffed it in my sock
Attached five hooks, hundred pound line and tied it to a rock.

When I bragged to my classmates they snickered and called me fool
Till the next day they followed me to the river after school.
I made my way to the water my path was a fallen tree
Something big was on my line it was easy for us to see.

I tried to pull it in but the current was too strong
Three boys ran to assist me as we began to sing a song.
Going fishing instead of wishing for the granddaddy of them all
If we land this monster will give the sport shows a call.

It seemed like forever before our beast was ashore
Eighty-five pounds of flathead cat as big as a closet door.
We shared his steaks at a fish fry, food for heart and soul
Took his head and nailed it high for all to see on a pole.

For a time we ceased our casting instead we chased the girls
After marriage with our kids we again fished the swirls.
Too many of my friends have past and the years have raced by
Though here I sit with rod in hand a fisherman till I die.

By Tom Zart

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The Road

The sky threatens rain
Almost mocking in tone
The pavement protests a little past silent
Every time my feet strike
Left right left right
I apologize to the street
For it isn’t me
It’s just gravity
If I could control it
I’d simply just float
The pavement would be at ease
The left right would cease

I can’t float nor can I fly
Banned from the mocking sky
It’s just me and the street
And the triumphant gravity

I’m walking in place
Though each step gets me further
I make no distance
No matter my pace
No matter my stride
No matter my speed
I leave behind trees
Pass houses and cars
My shoes soak up the miles
But I can’t move an inch.

What I’m walking away from
Isn’t that which can be escaped in time
So no matter how far I go
I’m at the starting line

I can walk and walk
Run and run
Until I forget what im running for

I just want to be a simile
But I’m a metaphor.

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,dnt know prefect about bastards

Reall,really,,dnt know prefect about bastards
Would be share little bit something about bastards
Whenever in any human,you find selfishness
Intial point for you to know about bastards
Have different intentions about himself or yourself
In history,this act has been done by different bastards
Monarchy to imperialism,aristocracy to now democracy
Many revolutions have removed many bastards
No comfort can be brought without humanity
Think please,amiee request to every bastards

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Misdeeds were put here as a test for mankind
And to many race down the wrong path.
Greed, hate, lust and perversion are satin’s tools
In his workshops of corruption and wrath.

Rape, robbery, murder, and assault
Are committed by the dishonest night and day.
Thank God for those who line up to protect
The principles of justice, honor and fair play.

Where would we be without valiant policemen
Who patrol our neighborhoods and streets?
Risking their life and limb on the line
Arresting thieves, killers, drug dealers, perverts and cheats.

To many officers become victims of divorce
Products of occupational danger and strain.
Never knowing when they say good by
 If it’s their day to be crippled or slain.

It takes a brave soul to become a good cop
Risking everything for little praise and pay.
It’s true that some may abuse their badge
But for the majority we gratefully pray.

By Tom Zart
Most Published Poet
On Tjhe Web

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things in the world

birds birds 
there are many birds
deer deer 
deer are ever where
moose moose
they are beautiful 
fish fish
they love water
humans humans
they love each other
ants ants 
they love food

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Jesus by My Side.

                       I'll be there by your side,I'll show you the way.
                       We are here look and see.There are angles
                       dressed in white,with wings that are so white.
                       Your in the sky,Flying so high,with angles all
                       around you.

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A trip to rotgut

A trip to rotgut
I rode my horse in to a town called Rotgut
As I rode up the main street I looked at the old saloon.
The doors was closed to traffic for some odd reason it wasn't noon.
I notice at the front of the sheriff's office a hangman's plank.
For today, they were hanging billy boy Taylor for killing the bar tender
 after the poker game .
 Little jill was his bill for the night. But was not going to be.
Rotgut was a mean town hanging was a weekly thing. But today there would be 
For my guns would blaze to save a man in rotgut.

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sip it all

 i buy in, some times,  good days sun light flourish granted's often taken but with this given
emotion returns the ball cap to the wind laughing chalking this one a win.

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Heaven on Earth

Black as a summer night
Sweet as morning dew delight
A touch so tender 
My hearts defender
Fantasies dance in the sky full of fulfillment
Eager to be drinched with excitement
As a breeze dances around
Our body together bounded
Heaven on Earth 
Faith unearthed 
Relived generation after generation
Passed down by our forefathers
A seducing sensation
Moves my mind, heart, body, and soul

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Reverend King, one of the most influential black leaders
To ever march for civil rights and justice
Was born to a minister and a teacher of school.
Educated to where he earned his P.H.D.
Becoming a pastor marching against what was unfair and cruel.

Leading a boycott to protest bus segregation
He gained national prominence in 1955 and 56.
As he preached and marched for freedom for all
He was jailed, threatened, spat on, and beaten
As for peaceful demonstration he would call.

Marching to Washington, D.C. in 1963
He was one of the leaders of faith
Voicing concern for the plight of the poor.
Soon there after, he was killed by a sniper
In Memphis, supporting workers rights and more.

King dedicated one of his books to his children
Praising God and praying for mankind’s future
With words for all to prayerfully remember.
To be judged, not by color, but by character
Shunning violence never to surrender.

Dr. King will be remembered down through history 
As a man whose mission in life was the enrichment of others.
“A Soldier For The Lord” with goodness of heart
Risking everything for man’s freedom and equality. 
From his legacy of self-sacrifice we must refuse to part.  

By Tom Zart

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Distant Diamonds

Astoundingly  bedazzling celestial diamonds
encourage flickering galaxies heavenly invitations,
joyfully kindling lucent moonbeams nascent  overtures
perhaps quietly  reflecting spiraling tints,
upon vibrant worlds
'xalting yonder zest

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Goodness must overrule absolute evil
Though there’s nothing worse than war.
Sometimes we have no alternative option
Except to kill or be killed as before.

The best of plans can go amiss
With uncertainties till the first shots are fired.
As generals plot their path toward victory
It’s up to the wounded, the fallen and tired.

It’s not how strong or athletic you are
That decides who is blessed to return.
Those who survive are a product of luck,
And our prayers and support they’ve earned.

War seems to peel the veneer off society
Exposing our villain within.
A crazy obsession to rule over others
By death, destruction and sin.

The mayhem of conflict is a ongoing scourge
Robbing man from intended glory.
The hinge of history swings in all directions
As the madness of war tells its story.

By Tom Zart


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E aster

it's  a  little  holiday.the  children love's a time you  sit  with your  family and  
friends and  have  some  fun.some  people  stay  home and  others  go  
can  paint  hard  boiled  eggs  and  have  so  much  fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Quick And Steady~

Steady and Quick
I thought to ask
How shall I write
Something with questions
Quick like the dawn...

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that night

I walked in the house.
you were on the couch.
the whole family was there.
you said to me i was not good enough for you.
i said what are you talking about?
he said i dont love you anymore your just not good enough.
so i left the room crying.
then it was all a blanck.

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Cinema Memory Lane

Cinema Memory Lane # 2 An Affair To Remember with the sexiest Bombshells Of The Silver Screen in the Casino Royale, this was a Day Of Heaven just like the time East Of Eden in the beautiful Fields Of Dreams with the Gold Diggers Of Paris playing in the House Of Games and It All Happened One Night, also there was Jezebel who fell in love with the King Of The Gypsies one of the Last Action Hero who started the Mutiny On The Bounty but had No Way Out, he surrendered On The Waterfront now he is Pumping Iron with Quigley Down Under, like a Raging Bull they are planning Something Wild, now it will be To Be Or Not To Be an Unforgiving Victory, free again, now their Wings Of Desire is to ride with Xena The Warrior Princess in her new Yellow Rolls Royce to meet a Ziegfeld Girl in New York Erich J.Goller Copyright © 4.7.2009

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new baby

this is a true story just so everyone knows hes my nephew from doris.

           he was born in saint joe's hospital.
             he was born at 2:10 am.
           born march 25 2008 wich seems to be the day im writing this poem.
          he weighs 8 pounds and 1 ounce.
         he is very cute.
        he's got some big feet but his feet are cute.
         he is doris lee's nephew.

i wrote this poem becaouse i just went to see him just got home an hour ago so i 
thought i would right a poem about him becouse im onley nine and he's my 
nephew i just love him so much i would write in this poem his name but i dont 
really no how becouse his name has different ways to spelling his name.

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My favorite poet is God above
Who gives Earth its rhythm and rhyme.
Not pied pipers of misguided souls
Who promote distrust, hatred and crime.

Poetry is nature serenading in song
The peaceful roar of the oceans waves.
The wind through the trees and over the hills
And the flowers in the fields by the graves.

The sound of rain as it waters the thirsty
The songs of children at play in the park.
The far off rumble of trains or thunder
As they pass through the night in the dark.

The joy of our babies first words and steps
The passion of life with its heroes and clowns.
The on going struggle to survive our sins
As we proliferate in hamlets and towns.

My favorite poet is our father of love
Who was first to know us before birth.
His poetry prolongs every thing we love
As his deliverance gives life its worth.

By Tom Zart

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Everything's Black.
My heart my emotions. 
My body levitates to higher planes my soul is coasting.
Above the devil's city.
Lost hope forgotten dreams.
As the lights go out blinding red beams.
stray slugs penetrate temples.
Holy wars, the righteous stand against rebels.
Angelic spirits ward of devils.
I close my eyes as the world rotates around me.
The center of my universe.
Around every corner, sin lurks.
Two lost angels follow a black hearse.
They never seen it coming.

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My opponent’s huge but his brain is small
I’ll bust his chin and watch him fall.
He’ll greet the mat and moan and groan
As I stand in victory, he’ll lie alone.

Boxing is a game of sport
Loved by all both tall and short.
Cheers and shouts shall fill the air
Far more than a circus or fair.

I’ll jump the ropes and respond to the bell .
Engage in combat and fight like hell .
As the punishment begins, behold the test.
Soon the fans will know, “Who’s Best.”

By Tom Zart
Ring's Poet
Tom Zart


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Most Published Poet On The Web

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Most poets tell the truth of life 
Though they may wrap it in beauty.
It's their passion, not their purpose;
To compose is but their duty.

Poets as a rule are high on adventure
Like wondering bards or prophets today.
Embracing hearts and minds with wisdom
Casting through verse their visions at play.

Poets have their dreams and their nightmares
Of love, life, death, faith, and war.
They feel the pain and tragedy of others
Even those they've never met before.

One merit of a poet's work, 
Which most people cannot deny, 
They say more and in fewer words
To illuminate you and I.

Their poems are used to convey passion
By composers of both good and evil mood.
Some are hateful others loving
Sharing thoughts to be consumed as food.

They fan the flames of human compassion
With their stories of the failings of man.
Professing to follow a higher power
As they recruit whomever they can.

The wild birds sing and flowers bloom 
As clouds form figures in the sky. 
But only poets will write poems
That shall last long after they die.

God has always had his poets 
Who he watches with love from space.
But Satan has his poets too 
Who try to lead us from our grace.

Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
They sound their alarm of what lies ahead
As the missteps of man live on.

By Tom Zart

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             A friend of mine the other day
             stepped inside my brain
             No one has heard from my friend since
              A mystery that will remain.

             I opened up the cellar door
             to feel the surging heat
             I looked below and there behold
            was my missing friend at my feet.

            He beckoned me to follow him
             down a dark and dismal path
            I took the lead because of my greed
              and no sooner felt the wrath.

            The wrath I felt was my own wrath
             for I had fallen into my brain
             No one has heard from me since
              A mystery that will remain!

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babys first.......................................

first steps
first words
first noise
they all mean somthing special
first shoes 
first  hat
first socks
they are very special
its a baby that will soon be big and live its life but save the old things that the 
baby used because they grow up so fast that will be your only memerory of them

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                                   My hero ; my savior, my saint, my friend,
                                   you come to my call to chase away the bad
                                   and make me feel safe, I've never felt so safe 
                                   as I do in your arm the security the knowing 
                                   nothing will go wrong so here I am safe in 
                                    your loving arms thank you my hero

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Donkey on the Mars

Donke Donkey
I am a poet junky
Monkey is our favorite pet.

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World War I gave us the fly-boys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.

Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.

Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to their death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.

Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot down
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.

Tracer bullets for the first time were used
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The skies became man’s highway of death
With duty and honor their driving desire.

How many Fly-boys have we lost since then
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?

By Tom Zart

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civics 101

I once loved a man
from Pakistan
He wasn't and I'm not
what you may think
He was beautiful
gifted and humble
taught me things
his skin
kinda forbidden
we talked and he liked my diction
I was very young
he could have been an addiction
he went home
I wonder about him
my first lust 
my first civic's class

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Hold me tight, my friend,
I am going to sail in damnation.
Between devil and saint
I have lost my home.

A wooden ship is on fire
at the turbulent sea
and I am going to welcome you
on the starboard.
I would keep the funeral in waiting.

Flowering of the ashes has begun
in urn. Sitting in semicircle, you watch
the spilling. Bones meet mother earth.
Death creates the challenge.

Go for a tree, watch your silence,
we are going for a contradiction.
The thoughts are same, but not similar.
I am walking on sharp edges.


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Fame, wealth, prestige, and wild women
For too long were my passions of life.
One day I found sweet liberation
When God gave my heart to my wife.

33 years we loved one another
Sharing all we possessed and more.
Last year she passed in the middle of night
Never to shadow our door.

I’m sure in rapture, she awaits
For me to arrive in heaven divine.
I’ll miss our children and grandkids too
But we’ll all reunite in time.

By Tom Zart

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David, the shepherd, a tender of sheep, 
Would pray to his God before he would sleep.
One day he awoke to the roar of beasts;
A bear and a lion in search of a feast.

David slew both with his knife and his hand,
Though still just a boy and not yet a man.
The Lord's love for David was proven once again,
When he challenged the champion of the Philistine men.

Goliath’s beastly fingers and hideous toes,
Made David more selective with the stones that he chose.
One for the giant, he knew he would slay,
Four more for his brothers who were laughing that day.

The giant told David, "I'll tear you apart;
The birds and the animals shall feast on your heart."
David yelled back, "I’ll soon see you dead,
And when I’m through I’ll cut off your head!"

The worst of all men, drew high with his arm,
Came forth to David to do him great harm.
The youth jumped ahead just as quick as a lynx; 
 A stone from his sling popped the giant where he thinks.

Blood and bone spewed forth as that devil fell down; 
A thousand pound soldier lie dead on the ground.
With Goliath’s own sword, David chopped off his head, 
Then took it to Jerusalem, to prove that he was dead.

By Tom Zart

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AlexanderThe Great

King Philip his father engaged a new teacher
When Alexander turned thirteen.
Aristotle the greatest mind of his time
Gave Alexander his taste for the unforeseen.

Alexander dreamed of a one world empire
Held together by one king and tradition.
After his father was murdered by rivals
He ruled in his place with conviction.

Philip’s death caused conquered kingdoms to rebel
And for next two years Alexander forced them to concede.
The huge Persian Empire of King Darius III
Posed the greatest threat to Greeks and their creed.

The Persian cavalry numbered over forty thousand
Plus one million foot soldiers with weapons and shield.
Alexander’s  troops numbered thirty thousand on the ground
Along side five thousand horsemen who dominated the field.

Alexander practiced many new methods of  war
One of his most effective was called the siege train.
Several high towers would be rolled up to city walls on wheels
From which defenders were overwhelmed and slain.

He developed mechanical machines of death
Catapults, which hurled fifty pound stones.
Large arrows and burning balls of  fire
Smashing walls, buildings and bones.

Soon Alexander fulfilled his prophecy
Sitting on the golden throne of Persian kings.
Possessing great treasures from conquered lands
Though his greatest need was conquest not things.

Alexander, king of Asia, would not be satisfied
His ambition and ego denied him rest.
He decided to march his armies to India
Putting the Rajahs armies and elephants to test.

The huge beasts, which were unknown in Europe
Frightened Alexander’s men at the start.
In spite of their fear disciplined prevailed
As Greek spears tore holes in their heart.

Exhausted by years of hardship and battle.
His men refused to go on and Alexander gave in.
Disease, thirst, and hunger were their constant companions
From the time they left Greece till they were home again.

Alexander was physically and emotionally sick
To the point of becoming critically ill.
He died in Babylon at thirty-two
King of prophecies he pledged to fulfill.

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Dizzying alcohol
What is the sense
I believe
Une, deux, trios
What’s your problem
Business my friend – business 

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You trace my root from Nkporo
Down in Isieke compound, in the family of john Ogbu Agwo.
there i was born and nurtured to be a man .
My love , this is way to Nkporo. 
I will take you there and you dream of not returning
because of their food and hospitality.
Cultures and traditions.
Nkporo Amaka, Nkporo amaka, every one says in high voices
Nkporo is so good and welcoming.
Their soils are fertile and the tree green 
So pure like the heart of a baby.
Nkporo, a golden city of love and great achievement
Caved out of profound glory and honour.

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Over any man who feels lost without love
God gives women divine powers.
They can break our hearts or deflate our ego
And cause us to buy diamonds and flowers.

They have compelled kings and presidents to beg
Wild singles to commit to change their way.
Loving us with pleasures problematic to replace
With flashbacks of their passion night and day.

Women mother our babies who we love till death
For us to raise, protect and provide for.
They contribute revenue, affection and direction
With love, companionship and more.

They insist we never abuse or disgrace them
Cheat, lie or take their love for granted.
Which helps us to become more than we are
In love and totally enchanted.

By Tom Zart

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Words, Master of

This dark light 
A war outbreak
I cannot write 
There is a leak

Inside my mind
A lively death
I cannot find 
The words are Myth

Where are the words
I call them, they hide
Summoning their accord
They bow and abide

Like vipers they strike
My servants, letters
Turn on me and attack
They disable the better 

Oh, how they used to follow
Me the creator, Father
Their leader now hallow
Creates no bother

So now the letters are left
In the ink, a Tomb
The new master, the same man
Is as dark as a bomb

They cry, the letters
Wanting a world, to be fed
To get by, to be better
Not to be in the tomb, Dead

The master cries out at night
For the comfort of the words
A great inner fight
Bitter as gourds

He can’t hold back
He creates a masterpiece
The words flow from his hands
They cannot cease

The Man is reborn
The Master of words
A light on darkness
The letters abide, they bow

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Every night in my thoughts i stray
High on a place
Far far away from any trace
And down i look from this place
To see me sleeping at the base

Far i travel in this way
Soon i see no earth no moon
Just a silvery string with me to say
'Come home' while the night is still not day

Far i travel in this way
And then i reach a luminous way
Chrysanthemums so big to blow me away
Strewn all over to welcome me anyway

Then i reach a garden so lush
Red, green, yellow,orange
And other shades never
Seen through the brush

Water that glows with purple and blue
Trees with flowers no leaves to see
Birds so pretty why would ever
Anyone want to leave

To come was neither a choice
Nor was it my choice to leave
But just to wait another day
When day turns night to let me stray

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Broken hearted and busted by the woman I trusted
When she fooled with the bachelor next door.
He’s tall, good looking and works out with weights
Living off income from family before.

She claims it is I who must shoulder the blame
For her ongoing need for a another.
I worked to much and played to little
Though she still loves me like a brother.

So here I dwell in my sportsman’s camper
Parked at a rest stop just outside of town.
She got the house, child support and alimony
Which will last till I’m dead in the ground.

What was I thinking of when I married her
I must have been blinded by lust.
Thank heaven I’m free of her wicked ways
To search for my angel of trust.

I pray for a women to love me again
Though I’m stripped of my worldly wealth.
Lost in the haze of tears and sorrow
As my sadness overwhelms my health.

They say all is fair in politics and love
So prepare for the unexpected.
There’s nothing worse than to give of yourself
To wake up and find you’re rejected.

By Tom Zart

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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

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The hornets of hell swarm from their nest
Overwhelming all the victims they can.
To sting as many souls as possible
In their destruction of the glory of man.

They murder, rob, rape and plunder
While provoking the meek to submit.
They lie, deceive and mislead
And depend on the world to forget.

Eager to enhance their numbers
They are the cheerleaders of disgrace.
Their agendas of sin must be stopped
For the betterment of each race.

Endless is God’s test of time
To measure man’s spiritual worth
Unwholesome deeds tempt us all
Festering in the repugnance of earth.

The hornets of hell are on the hunt
In all directions by day or night.
The Armor of God shields man’s soul
And gives us our resolve to fight.

The champions of heaven in rapture await
To see who will stumble and fall.
They watch us struggle, in our world of woe
As they pray we will heed, God’s call.

Fools declare we must hide from view
And leave the hornets of hell alone
But when we ignore the liabilities of life
The failings of man become, our own.

By Tom Zart

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God’s words to Jonah were to preach at Nineveh
A great city from which armies against Israel often came.
Instead he went to Joppa a city by the sea
Where he paid his passage and sailed without shame.

The ship had not gone far before a tremendous storm arose
And the crew became frightened and began to pray.
They threw the cargo overboard to help stay afloat
As they pondered who among them should be cast away?

They chose to draw lots to expose God’s offender.
And the lot fell upon Jonah who ran from his call
The sailors tried their best to bring the ship to shore,
When they failed they pitched Jonah to suffer God’s law.

Jonah’s body hardly touched the waters of the deep
When up came a huge fish, and swallowed him whole.
From within it’s belly he had time to think of his sins
Make peace with God, and purify his soul.

After three days, the fish swam close to shore
Casting up Jonah on dry land unharmed.
Again Jonah heard God’s voice from his heart
Saying save Nineveh from Lucifer’s charm.

Soon after he preached, that Nineveh along with its people
God would destroy unless they turned from their wicked ways.
To his surprise, they listened and repented their sins
And were told by their king to pray for God’s praise.

By Tom Zart

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Black Night

Anger is built inside
Being with you has been a roller coaster ride
My emotions I can't hide
Maybe someone can hear my lonely cry
Anger is taking over oh my ,my, my
I didn't mean to do it i swear
I didn't want the blood to leak from your hair
Make tears appear on your back
or do magic with your legs and make them disappear
The night is crawling near
And you must go
oh no
I forgot
I detached your head
Now it's above my bed
By morning you'll be completely gone
And what's left of your body, mind, and soul will be none

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My City

Is this my city?
Oh! what a pity.

Is this my place?
A thought makes my mind race.

We walked on roads, without a glance.
Now walking on roads, is taking a chance.

So many vehicles, so much pollution.
Is this real, or is this illution?

Where are the trees, where are the birds feathered?
All seem to be so endangered.

What I see is chaos and commotion.
Growing and growing is IT's invation.

I wonder if I can get back those days.
When clouds looked like flying maze.

But here I sit in my cab and gaze.
A sight filled with smoky haze.

I think and think as my watch goes tick.
Who's making my city so sick?

I see my land, I see it sink.
We have to do something, or we'll loose it in a wink.

So lets spread green, and lets all hurry.
Before the nature shows its fury.

By planting trees again and again.
Its not money, its life that we gain.

Isn't this a thought, a thought we must ponder.
I reach my destination, while I still wonder.

Is this my city?
Oh! what a pity.

Is this my homeland?
O God! soon wave your magic wand.

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be you

pull off the sheets, throw an old tshrit on , slam the front door , time for a new day .smile for the camera , doesn't matter if its fake . or if your life is a mistake .walk down the street , fall flat on your face .pick your self back up . time for a as they walk by ,you act all shy .talk in your head , dont let them hear what you said .close you eyes , make a wish , just the feel of those lips .hold your own hand , as you walk through the sand . alone. no sounds , just peace .i wish it would last , but its all your just in my head . i allow all the words that you said , to dance all around my body like music , why do they hurt .your words are not needles yet send pain through my skin .reach for your hand , when you are no where near .sit on the edge of the rock , watch the tide pull back .what do i lack ?stand tall , the wind will blow . stand your ground be very proud.the sky will stay blue ,the clouds will alway move .but you , will you always be you ?

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Good day
To Read
A Prayer.....
Or Say
The Words

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It's a new year
A new day
A new beginning
A new dream
A new aspiration
A new motivation
A new goal
A new spirit
A new character
A new emotion
A new heart
A new believe
A new  determination
A new motive
A new lifestyle
A new destination
A new person
A new state of mind
A new resolution
A new attempt
A new happiness
A new song to sing
A new battle to fight
A new celebration
A new tale to narrate
A new war to conquer
A new behaviour
A new solution
A new condition
A new fulfilment
A new achievement
A new story to tell
A new opportunity
A new commitment
A new reason to live
A new chance
A new genesis
A new struggle
A new hope
A new sunshine
A new target
A new purpose
A new wish
A new mindset
And a new life to live.

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Last night
moon was following me
skirting behind the trees.

A white splendor
like a dropped coin
on poor’s hand.

Did you see the blood
on roses?
The petals were wounded
in rain.

Casual violence
spreads in the streets.
I write a very hurt


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Candy Man

You toss and turn in your sleep
Having the same nightmare one wants to conquer
and beat.
Swift images appear in your mind.
Leading to a path with the word
'Death' written on a sign.
The sign is blind to the necked eye
One tries to find what was lost in the concept of 
having a piece of mind, 
For time is not on your side.
As you began to move back, 
You feel the attack of breathe you seem to lack.
Your heart begans to pound with no arthymic
Yet, the terror paralyzes you to the core with no
notions of facts.
Fog whispers through the dark
Leaving a form of a humans mark.
Your feet begans to feel like water soaked in dried
Only to look up and see a vision of the ' Candy Man'. 

Tiffany Saxon 

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The lone train

I didn't know where I was going 
but I know where I'd be
adventure lies a head 
and in a world I could only see
the train I got on
I rode alone
It sent me to places only I could dream
things were perfect that's the way that  it seemed
if i got off then no one would care 
so just a few more adventures and I'd be there

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Beware of the streams of evil
Feeding the river of no return.
Where whatever gives us pleasure
Is our only worry and concern.

True happiness results from blessings
Handed down from heaven to earth.
God seems to smile on people in love
Who have chosen to share their worth.

Three types of humans occupy earth
The bad, the not so bad and the horrible.
Somewhere in-between, most us are
And our babies are most adorable.

Far too many become disappointing
Mimicking adults as they stretch and grow.
Lost somewhere in self indulgence
In a world they have yet to know.

Thanks to faith and spiritual teachings
Multitudes follow the path of grace.
The righteous are the hope of man
As we journey the dangers of space.

Reject what is selfish, cruel and unkind
Steer clear of evil deeds without fear.
Listen to the voice of  God in man
And  you’ll remain more civilized and clear.

By Tom Zart

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Whom but He

The spell he cast
over the mast
they sailed so high
the endless sky
till dawn they flew
the morning dew
that mysterious man
was Peter Pan.

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For One
Not for me tonight
The soup is not the key
to my heart....
Not for me tonight I say
The dance is for me............
The dance.......

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A Waterfall
A Tropical Rain 
A Hurricane
All a Symphony
Conducted by the Great Conductor
Tempo, Beat
Nature a Treat
To the ears
Nothing to fear
Perfect in all ways
Created in seven days
A Symphony

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Hunger comes back like a dagger
on face. With iris and fingerprints.
Live, fluttering butterflies, stuck
on lampshades. Wrecked, frozen, the ending
of seeming. Men in cages.

They were diluting the culture.
Chlorophyll siphoned off. No color,
no sprouts. The roads were dirty
with the ultimate truth, quarreling with the 
water, insanity and vertebrae.

The creamy stuff, shouts and pants,
shunting the definitions. People come
and go from the paintings. There is no age bar.
Spring will be released from the impulses
of flesh in naked zones.

Ideas become pacemaker, for the ailing
heart of polity.


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My lips are black,
I am drunk
on the hemlock, proferred by you –
my life. I am still in love with pain.

What not, the trial
tried to break my resistance.
I will walk on my hands
paraplegic legs lifting my eyes.

Why did you want me to fake a death.
She was my lover, my shadow
always walking along with me.

So, you did not authored the article
on my demise in ravines
watching the son eclipse?

Extinct, headless, corpse of a 
thin warrior, obliquely refers
to the pygmy moonrise.

Grey plaques in white mind
like snakeroots, glittering
in dark gulleys of time!


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The dream

                              The ‘DREAM’
Like each year I had summer holidays
Holidays which were for forty days
I decided to visit a place called ‘towered’
And set on a journey and wondered 
Of what the place would be like
For I had never been on a journey alike.

At last I reached the town of towers
Which appeared to be full of flowers
I went to a man who was the ma’or
And he showed me the towers-square
They were tall which reminded me of Fairy Tales
Of great giants, fairies and horses with tails.

The twittering birds hovered around them
All in delightful colors like rainbow
It seemed they were talking to the sky
In the conversation joined the fly
When all at once I heard a sound
And I was tumbling in my bed, round

Then I realized that it was a dream
And I heard a loud scream
It was my mother shouting
Letting my heart pounding
I got up and looked out of the window
All I saw was the meadow….

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the struggle

i see people dying in the streets families have no food to eat while rich are living high of the 
dog there are people struggling trying to find decent jobs i see people going out there 
commiting crimes young children dying before there time i mean what did we do to deserve 
this seeing are people die for no perpose i mean let me speek the the truth at times is there 
is no some hope for to days youth i say this because there are kids out there saling drugs 
smoking bud and it bugs me how they are trying to be like these images you see on tv when 
all they need is a dose of reality actuality this is not the way its sopose to be its no good for 
me its pathetic to see how this could ever be so much poverty and animosity possibly not 
just effecting us localy in our own community but also nationaly.

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Your gifts, I do not want to keep.
Shapeless doves on the grass,
were ready to take a nascent flight.
My small hands prepare a daisy meal.

Dahlias will bloom when the sun climbs.
I pass the door, that moves like a
stranger, between the people,
looking out for black roses.

One by one the tribes are changing
the colors of flags.
Conversion into sleepless towers
watching the whistles blowing.

Do not throw dust on the graves
in the valley of golden stairs.
The voices are growing louder
after trampeling on the bones.


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Whisper of the Wind.....

I can hear him...
I missed a birthday...

And maybe the next...
during a light...
it'll be OK....

getting together....

Meeting a prince.....

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Angels Clearing.....

Angels Speaking
Inbetween Motion
and Silences...

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Ready to dismember the red geraniums
rains had no mercy.
Thunder did not show any preference
and hails had felled the pride
of tall grass.

Denuded, the hungry man
walked towards liberty.
Moral tapestry in scape after scape
the mystery endured the cradle –

Of personal god.
But I bled my truth in wilderness
to impose the religion,
of a non-believer,
for obedience to natural laws.

Talking to divine
brings relief. The direct, face to face
confrontation, for a twig of faith.
I pick up the seeds
for the sake of eternity.

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Lay down your arrows.....

Pretty Shiela

lay down your arrows

your thumbs are greener

your tulips your fushia

you look pale

lay down your arrows

your golden sheild

i'm wondering 

i'm listless

i'm searching

and i imagined what it would be like

that forbidden kiss

like blood

do i want it

because it's forbidden

and what if it's the wrong moment

like a coffee stain

and someone is watching

it feels like claws?


lay down your arrows

it's OK


lay down

the Quilts are made of hay

and the ponies are hiding

there are no weapons

just many arrows

listless and wandering

and looking for lost blood


and do i want this

because it's forbidden

like an angel wrapped around a cigar

do i need this

because i can't have it

do i need this

envious memory

like pale Snow White

and her porcelin skin

like a second chance

for a 7 year old

a baby life


there's no more wars between your veins

just the midnight sun

waiting to be born

and do i need blood

it's forbidden words

like an angel wrapped around a cigar.......

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Beyond My Vision

I feel the calling, 
the need of something.
That depends on me,
beyond my vision. 
What, can't I see?
It reachs out to me 
Is it looking for a pawn;
or is it looking for a king.
You can't play along,
If you don't know the game,
or  who's moving the pieces.
What rules do you play by?
Are they made up
as you go?
Who's the master of the
puppet show.
But remember Pinniochio,
There aren't any strings on me.
I do as I choose, expect nothing.
But if you ask i'll be sincere.
Yes or no;
Where do we go from here???????

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A Kiss


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The long and narrow road

The long and narrow road,
That goes on for days,
It seems like your going nowhere,
Leading you astray.

The road goes on forever,
Never letting you take a break,
For the path is your choice,
If your willing to take.

If you are wise,
There is a short cut on the way,
But it is a quick decision,
For you to make.

Don't think twice,
As the end of the road is near,
Time is running out,
Worry not your all most there.

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Orange Sunrise
Gentle like the ocean
Breezes from secrets
I think I'll let mine open....

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In unthinkable death how do you carry
yourself ?
An intimate dialogue with death
Fearless, undaunted .
I admire your grit.

One thin blade, one silken noose
but you want to face the bullet
straight in your heart.
The death should come instantly, because you
want to be witness, your head falling with

Why did you chase death
whistling on the beach,
taunting the eccentric sky
like muted revenge.

The grave will be too small for you
Your legs sticking out.
Lime burning your eyes.
Turning back the grave diggers may
not like to face your moved earth !

Satish Verma

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For human face of death
umbilical cord need not
extend. The darkness takes care of 
unblemished ghost of sun.
Intergalactic scan remains unseared,
trench warfare continues unabashedly.

Between brothers, the greed calls
for incendiary attacks, for total annihilation.
To achieve the illusion, the blurred statement
feeds the imagination. Deaddiction starts
a race. Deafness of the tunnel. The black
knees crawling on coals.

No night was safe from the condemned suicide.
The creator had the absurd designs.
Why not now the confessional stick,
to beat the darkness? Memory of light
becoming stronger. Give me your hand
to reach the ceremonial peak.


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For One
Not for me tonight
The soup is not the key
to my heart....
Not for me tonight I say
The dance is for me............
The dance.......

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AN ENDLESS LIFE OF MAYBE'S by lessiemarie johnson






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Afraid of what

I'm Lost!
Trying To Escape Darkness
Many Voices Hunting
Afraid of Something
Something You could not see
Afraid of Nothing
Only The Darkness I See 
All In My Head 
Insane they would call me 
But its Revelations!
Revelations Will be the Final Scene We Will See
Afraid of what?
Afraid of Nothing..

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And the lineage of existence
does not fade.

I try to wipe off, the heavy showers of 
death, daily.

The pains were rising, in every word,
in every talk.

As part of nothingness, I was trying to find 

Put the shadows down, touch the questions

The mentor wants blood, truth was in body,
small seeds of life.

Wrapped up, dry, cryptic, to suck at the 
fears of birth.

You are becoming a tree, roots, branches, leaves
against a serial killer.

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its an adventure.
to have my fingers just dancing on the piano.
tears streaming down my cheecks.
onto the sheet music.
echoing from me.
just turn into the beautiful music.
i forget it all.
as my feet flutter from pedal to pedal.
a, b, g sharp, and now c.
stop now.
dont cry.
im not miserable.
im not suffering.
im perfectly fine.
now practice that again.
just one last time.
have that sound eco through the empty house.
just one last time.

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Grounded (Let Imagination Run)

I let imagination run I let him run for awhile
I let him run so much I think he ran wild

First it was a crocodile that stretched for miles
With huge yellow eyes and a 1,000 tooth smile
He gave a great chase around the kitchen Isle
But it was him not me who broke the kitchen tile

Imagination ran into the living room
Where I ran to find no floor in there
I had no fear when a rope appeared 
So i could swing to anywhere 
Little did I know that the rope is a curtain and the curtain could tear
So me and imagination had to run out of there

So we ran into a bedroom where an octopus  was at play
I thought to myself this guy might just stay
So I jumped to wrestle against his many legs thought i would last all day
After I won i realized i trashed the bed that my mom just made

So here I am sitting my imagination outside on an adventure to the moon 
Imagination will come back and all to soon
Maybe it will take me on a giant balloon, or let my ride typhoon, or ride the milky way on
a silver spoon
But for now im just sitting imagination got me grounded to my room

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i love him.

please. i have to go tonight.
tonight could be MY night.
this could the first new real move.
it was soo close. but of course. it got ruined once again.
i need this to happen. 
i want it SO bad.
i cant even explain it.
its like burning my heart.
and its turning black and curling.
and im watching it burn,
and suddenley its turned to ashes.
it hurts so bad.
i love him so much.
i just wish somebody understood.
that his kisses were different.
that the way he smiled was different.
that everything we ever did was different.
but now its all the same.

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Trance of Angels

The helping hands
Of God’s greatest plans
Save the day
More than I can say

Trance of Angels 
Healing the pain
Wafting the Wind
And gliding through Sin

Many fill the Heavens 
In clusters of seven
Shedding some light 
On every soul fight

Trance of Angels 
Sing to me 
Take me through the day
And show me the way

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Slow and Steady...

and steady....
learns how to dance
the fastest...
even if it doesn't
sometimes seem that way...
this is how I 
learned how to tango!
and steady...
wins the waltz!!!

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get out right now.

stop. take him away.
im tired of you. 
dont you understand?
get out of my life.
i want to forget you.
im better off without you.
is this going to be easy?
something inside me definatley says no.
its not that easy.
your my dad.
i love you forever.
i just dontk now how i can.
i dont think its real.
its a dream.
matter of fact.
i hate you.
and i want to make you leave.
and i think ill do anything i can.
to make that happen.

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Leaving the faint traces,
of some diluted thoughts
You empty yourself completely.
Poverty and shame without an arithmetic, 
is the poetry of life. 
Using the body instead of words. 
Always needing currency,
to open the doors of clarity.

Naked without skin,
we survive on crumbs of charity.
Lending our organs to develop,
an order of mortality. 
I refuse to taste the bitterness, 
preserve my sanctity, 
go for another version of god, 
thinking, how to think.

For the inward freedom,
I forsake safety pins,
walking, bleeding on the jagged stones. 
Pain of realization is deeper,
than the hurt. 
Cry silently in the veins 
pure resistance will not  work now. 
I will try the fiction path.

Satish Verma

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Something I'm Not

I must wake up and stop the lie
Play my role in helping people die
It's immoral to be so consumed and selfish
To stop the internal fight is my sacred wish
That's all that's righteous in the dark secret
But I fall inside all to frequent

People die, justified to myself by my bloody hand
To complete truth I'll fire the shot
I'll die inside to complete my own demand
It's not worth living for something I'm not

My death ressurects a better being
Opens new eyes, allows transparent seeing
My attempts as the silent warrior, vain
Finally the bullets will spray like rain
My once pathetic life shadowed forever
Now the faithful will perish never

A vacant thought in my mind becomes reality
My wholesome task only obtained with brutality
Death will come in glory for a life of consumption
Through killing and dying I'll achieve redemption
and I'll no longer be the unforgiven
when I die on the lie once driven

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she says she understands.
that she knows. shes been there.
i want something to happen.
but everytime we get close.
everytime he wraps his arms around me.
and finnaly leans in.
it just messes up.
and i back away.
even if i could stay there forever.
that it was the safest place i could EVER be.
and that it was the most important thing.
and that i cant take not having him anymore.

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First Step of Creativity

When insects were crawling
dreams had contradictions,
a sudden drop in temperature
brought the quantum touch.

Ending  of the grief
or grief of ending
rejected every intact truth
and death was trailing behind the candle.

Fear and agony were following
the footfalls of night
Blindness was weaving a broken moon.
The time will not be answerable for any plight.

Corners of childhood brighten up
for sweet nothings
I adore the fallen god,
he was inhaling the earth.

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Accidental patriot

Here's how I became a patriot

Cruisin the mall
got money cuz I got checks
poster woman proud, tall

Dressed out in Blues
(I would look so cute in that)
and I was seduced

So now I'm in the NAVY
flyin on a jet plane
college was so boring
I never attended anyway

They threw me a party
at the bar down the road
I played Nintendo with a stripper
bored with what he showed

(Bootcamp: within moments of my arrival)

the bourbon and buzz wore off
crazy people screaming in my face
clearly, they don't understand
I volunteered and they are out of place

I bring this to their attention
and that was when I learned
how to do a pushup
and that respect is earned
and earned
and earned

Let me tell ya, my eyes were OPENED
I cried for mama at nite
but I wasn't alone
and that's what you need in a fight
(not to be alone)

Broke my foot, kept runnin
my girls wouldn't let me stop
tangled with my "commander"
she put head in toilet
(I know that doesn't rhyme, but that's what happened)

I'm the chick that made eyeliner out of shoe polish
I'm the chick from Arkansas
I'm the chick that launched F-14s
the Greatest bird of all

So I am, sorta by accident, a Patriot

Kimberly Whitaker Holmes, Petty Officer 3rd Class
Miramar Naval Air Station
San Diego, USA
1985 - 1989
"humble prayers to my folks in uniform, out there doin the things I didn't have to 
do. I don't know how to thank you...."  Whit

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Wanted to pay
debts of gratitude.
There was a call from evergreens,
he was not ready to go.

Standing in pit of snakes
he was preparing himself for a random fang,
throat like a blue-bird
waiting for a song.

The solid waste of numerals
across the thinking,
developed plaques, while philosophy
was accepting innovation.

The authority had started
reading the couplets.
Glory came earlier
sea cracked into shells.


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To search you
I am burning my wheels.

Put your hands
on my shoulders
for opening the book.
To read the message
between the words.

When the time comes
I want you
to smear my ashes
on the stones of footpath.
I want them
to walk on me
and dissolve their steps.

Stop looking
at me.
To reach you
I am burning my bridges.



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There was no beginning
no ending.
Beyond tomorrow
you will be, what you were not.
Words would disappear,
only meaning will be left.

The interval ceases to be
from ’wasness’ to open pathway.
When you are not ready
I will be there to lift the veil.

My total pain surges forward today.
Quietly death opens the door
to welcome the lost child,
whose burden was his taste.

Farewell to the visitors of night.
The morning star is rising.


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Dying daily in eternity
for it to be,
a tear drop held all the pain of life.
You were lost in words,
between the phrases
time was in, time was out.

The color, the theme was fading,
a seduced century 
contriving the reasons to commit
the destruction of self-being.
I was struggling to empty my mind

To remain human in the loneliness
of ruins
I want to walk straight.


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Love of the Crown (Choka)

Through the village, rides
The king on his mighty steed
Preparing for war

Details awaiting orders
Pose in their armor
Just awaiting his next word

Shouts in unison
Demonstrate their loyalty
Willingness to die

As they set forth with their king
For victory as their goal

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shes my everything.
my important.
the one i can trust.
the one i can do anything with.
i want to know about her.
ive asked.
she just wont tell.
i wish she would rely on me more.
as much as i rely on her.
it make this feel more even.
there only a few people i mean i love you too.
and when i hear best friend the name that comes in mind is her.
shes my condom, my protection from my dad.
shes always there by my side.
some people ask if were always together.
the answer is pretty much yes.
my house, her house, somebody elses house.
ill do anything to be with her.
lie to my parents. one, once again.
just to see her.
to just get a hug.
im always grabbing for her hand.
i wish shed never let go.
im positive i wont fall.
if shes there gripping me tight.
and who wouldve known that last year when i got a wave in the hall.
that this year wed be this close.
but i know now.
i know how much i love her.
i know how much i trust her.
i know how much i cant live with out her.
i know how much she knows about me.
but most of all i truly know.
how much i fcking need her.
and how happy.
we really are.

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It drips -
my ocean.
One drop at a time
from the eyes of a grey stone.
Flows the anguish
in a cave.

A fallen grace from sky,
flickering like an earthen lamp.

Do not go
heart broken into crowd.
Tears were never sweet. 


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He was asking for, at least,
a passive euthanasia.

Rage or hostility
was giving pain to phantom limbs.
Race puts forth,
a trembling version
of ethnic choice.
A piped dream
which never took off.

On middle of the road
a dragon rumbles,
hissing flames.
Something not on the left
not on the right.
Cannot keep the sky open.
Nothing moves now,
not even leaves of a lone tree.

There was a random cry
unheard in the aloneness of fire.


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the road splits

my road is split trying to go two ways.
one is going toward trying to fit in and being something im not.
the other is going  toward being myself.
ive been caught at the fork and not noing what to do
but ive choosen my path of no turning back
im going the way my heart is leading me
which is not trying to be something im not
going down the road of being myself might be rough 
but im willing to take a chance and being happy

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butterflys to me are an instinct animal and everything goes haywire when things 
go extinct or is it right by gods will?  that is the conundrum of society to me plus 
political parties.....who to pick?  or is it just the canidate!!!!!only the voter knows 
truely and only then came you make your own decision.  I my myself am a 
republican.  How beutiful the butterflys are.

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The fall
was imminent
on the moment of complete truth.
I was talking of annihilation
standing on scaffolding of fear.

Walking on burning coals
was a sacred commitment,
a spiritual solidarity,
with lake salt –
to lift the spirit
of sagging trees.

Of freedom of body
in camps of violence.
Without sound, I wanted to see
the creation in nothing.

Anything was happening
under the bald sky.


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There was existence,
without space.
I was afraid of my unborn child.

Inheriting the stammer
of history
I could not think of any brand abuse.

On the contrary, fumes
throw you off the road.
Full moon rising on the cleft.

I was, as I am, never being
to any threat of drowning
in contradictions.

A dignity in withdrawl
and coming back after sunset –
to walk in night, alone.


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The pain of the night,
flows in the blood.
I move in the sun, hot & bruised. 
From palace to hut, 
clock moves backward in time.
The children of love are 
going nowhere.

Space in space, 
flame in flame 
void fills the entire darkness. 
The mutation was incomplete. 
Unpetaled, roses are scattered. 
The fruits of 
impeccable perception went awry. 
Helix now uncoils giving pain.

Futile strength wavers and the apex burns.
A glint throws the outlines in tizzy. 
Sharp stings spread the venom. 
A breathless anguish,
conjectures a dream of death.


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 A dream a fantasy a land far off from reality, A place where all your dreams come true a 
whole new world made up by you. A place where your imagination soars. A place where the 
land is all but yours. A place reality doesn't exsist. Its that place where you wonder off now 
and then hoping for a dream come true. But when you awake you will see that all around 
you is reality.

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my bloods gonna boil
till my veins explode
it takes a hold
flip the switch 
into danger mode
you try to hang and hold
till your grip gets slick 
and you cant hang no more
your haulin ass
fallin fast
through the danger zone
see your past 
flip fast 
once it takes control
aint gonna rest 
till it takes your blood flesh and bone
its just a test 
till the death i guess
no contest
god bless man
im gone

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I will watch the field,
but not play the game.
Do not want to win the toss,
for no one to loose the chance.

When you go for the final swim
rules must change.

The ugly knocks have resumed
their pilgrimage through blood and bones.
Timeless flesh will decide the event,
death of the soul.

The tryst with unknown begins
charting the resentment on hearts,
clinging like sorrow. Sun has sunk
deep in the blue lake. 


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My garden cries for no reason. 
Kindness melts into a rain 
of twisted petals. And that is it. 
Alone I whisper the translucent words, 
watching the death of dreams, living fossils.
The sun bakes the seeds.

The essence will not heal,
this bandaged soul,
the conceptual death of a thought. 
This fear is like a curled snake. 
Must I abandon the path ? I know, 
I will not forgive me, at this dim joint. 
I must move.

I do not know, what to think,
how to catch, the poetry of night. 
The light blinks on my eyes. 
I walk in the shadows of sounds, 
smashing the road signs.


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How sad you had been 
without wholeness for the,
price of having broken shoulders?
The people were shedding their skins 
to wear new masks. 
I was haunted in my sleep. 
Sun was not rising.

House to house from face to face, 
death makes a pause. 
Time sits for a while, when
we mourn in silence. 
A scream halts in our throats. 
In the courtyard a pungent smell spreads.
Atrophied limbs tremble.

The elegance foresakes the human touch.
The river dries up, 
sucked in by laments of earth. 
The unfolding of wounds 
festers on cheeks. 
Lips sluicing the grief,
spill benediction !


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Love in the Hallway

So I'm slithering along the hallway
and all the lights are out
I come upon Mom and Friend
ignoring the man that shouts
He bangs upon the door
he begs, he implores
we stiflle our laughter
he hears, he begs more
I'm certain I shouldn't be a witness to these events
as a child nearly adult, I'm hard to convince
Hell no, I'm not going back to bed
I need to know why he's out of his head
Mama and Friend can barely contain
their fear and glee for this man's pain
I am breathless, enthralled at  "Their " power
to rob a man of what he thinks of "His" power
then Friend departs with Mr. Pain on his plane, so regal
she soon calls to report he's illegal
finally she returns to her kids, to us, her dogs
I was skulking around when she told mom 
"Thank God".

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Let it be as such,
my long cut tear,
Do not dramatize the wound
and put it as an exhibit.
No attempt should be made to mask the fated pain.
Wait for me at the end of the road.

Not for me,
I grieve for the fallen trees, tall glory of past.
It was a question of survival.
Survival of the best, which could not continue.
There is reversal of equatization.
Man has become superior to god.

They are using Him, I am afraid.
Urging him to commit a natural suicide,
a logical ending of a patriarch.
The stage is set for a mass mourning.

A big  conspiracy had been brewing
in prisoner’s cell,
which had been in full possession of
whole truth.


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Peace at stake,
it worked.
Withdrawal of rubber dolls
playing with fire.

Empty bowls in lunar month.
Concords were flying very high
noiselessly crossing the peaks
of great grudges.

Pure golden hair –
of grief.
It really was miracle.
Bald eagle was waiting.
Enough time to steer a murder.

The irresistable desire
to rub with a paranoid.
Extracting a genius from mediocre genera.
Life had become too genteel.


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Mask unmasked

To become or not to become a renegade,
or to die or not to die for a semi-god ?
These were some of the questions
thrown at an incomplete script.

What elevated you to a celebrity ?
Your hump or deep wrinkled groans ?
Age is abating, abattoir is empty.
Exile from the past is over.
When you intend to comeback to childhood
and become a simple star ?

Behind the mask lies the embrace of death
I am afraid the flames will engulf,
the genius of pathways.
Everything will turn into obsolete gossip.
A patch of sunlight becomes a costly exposure
bones are entwined in eternal cuddle.

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Fear of a mound,
tumbling down
on the half-buried, half dead
archives of desires, comes
like a stampede of hoops on my chest.
I lie alone in a desert of insanity.

From the sea of agony
one drop of salted tear,
the title of a wasted life, brings
the blood stained truth.
I want to wash my eyes again.

To watch the autumn leaves falling
on impeccable stones
for forgiveness.
We were not the fruits.

A song of blind water
enters the earth
to kiss the roots,
foo giving liberation from
sun leaked night.


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Mirror to mirror 
a face floated in anguish
the mourning was deep 
whenever inquest for truth was made. 
Was it so terrible? 
I cannot read the human face. 
We were so used 
to wear the masks.

Stoned and deaf, 
fuzzy kiss of death levels the ferocious peak. 
The nameless murder 
of truth got a reward. 
Garden of strange foliage 
slurred on a song. 
A metaphysical experience 
sniffs the life.

Chained to the probity of the city
I bowed my head. 
Reluctant to move in a procession of ugly months. 
Lifetime’s nostalgia lifted a veil. 
No sleep will descend. 
I still carry 
my father inside.


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Between the yellow moon
and black stones
pours the river of mourning
in maze of silent night.

At the top of the world –
blue eyes were buried live,
under the incense of palaces.
They stood, unmoved in the corridors of metal tracks.

Mowed down with concrete,
lights had gone from the windows.
Unlit walls returned the legends.
Dictators deferred the hanging -

Of truth. Decided to live in glass house
for sometime. Lilies were growing between the graves.
A green dagger was splitting open the wounds
of mirrors in shame and fear.

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I've stayed away from trouble
Straightened up my life
I pay the rent
when rent come due
I gotta a day job
I'm goin to school
I give up the whiskey
the late nights out
I got  myself a savings account
But here comes TROUBLE
Ridin up on his 4X4
He scuffs them dusty cowboy boots
across my polished floors
Here comes TROUBLE
he's just in time
I've been so good
Nearly lost my mind
If I could just get into TROUBLE
I'd be fine
Mama, you're gonna be so disappointed
when you hear I've turned a fool
But this gettin up early
Five days a week ain't cool
Im gonna pop the tab on this cold Coors Lite
Go lookin for trouble
Maybe a fight
If Iand in jail
I've done it right

originally submitted under Janetta Harrington

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Today I will shed my body
and meet you halfway at watery address.
My eyes were not blinking to hold the clouds.

To live or not to live was a great pain.
Two small hands and two bubbling eyes
glued to a broken wall was my hope.
And glitter of the road,
fallen trees,
dead panther,
had sacrificed my sun.

I think I live to die daily,
and die daily to live again
over the enormous property of shame.

Melting in my own blood
I was becoming dark.
The night was dancing on my sadness.
Now it was me, shaking in remoteness
of a distant voice!


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poems,do they get you laid?like i say,may september,i could get her roses,if she 
can get me's kiss.wist till i remember,i see embers burnin on 
ground.god damn,im down.

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Give me,
some poison to live
I had been dead
for many years.

I burn my hands on a flame,
blank space has started talking.
I am ill at ease –
My lips are not moving.

The pellets, the bullets, the steel –
nothing matters now.
Dirty games can go on,
I am going on bromides
to ejaculate the pain.

Sleep will not come in dark
nor the relief in white robes.
I will remain awake till eternity.

Give me,
some thorns to bleed.
Rose petals
are hurting now.


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There was the hunger
and suicide.
In favor of my brutal truth
or virtue of my failure,
I do not want any comments on my trauma.
Morality has a dubious equation
with power, provoking my anger.

The days were full of abandoned kilns.
No more shaping of containers
in which one can put the moon,
and honey and roses.
Everything was turning brown
with infinite, sulphur smelling teeth 
ready to bite into golden flesh.

Convicts behind the walls were playing
with mirrors to throw the light on slick
towers. Death was laughing, waiting on the trees,
eating black berries.
And I was forced to taste the blood of sky
with sodium –
in sanctum sanctorum.


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Movement spurts the truth-
an endless journey.
The constant search for beliefs creates confusion. 
Craving and wanting 
generates more conflicts. 
The meaningless life drifts. 
Can you go beyond your dreams, 
beyond your yearnings?

I wanted to disagree with death
the ultimate truth.
Life had many connotations,
there was no deliverance from reflections. 
No freedom from trepidation 
ego was the last refuge. 
The ending of self 
did’t  take you to liberation.

Urremitting flow of time 
awakens your soul.
Stillness of thoughts opens 
the muted doors of meditation. 
It suddenly transports you to the otherness. 
You are not your name. 
The indulgence to self 
becomes a second-hand event.


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This terracotta urn
contains the ashes 
of an earth-baked dream.
You worship the setting sun,
rape of dawn will continue.

Intravenous entry of hope
had failed.
Outside the window
crowd of heirlooms, falling like stars.
Thoughts come and go, we hunted opportunities in vain.

Tonight I will drop the wheels
on the tarmac, to roll the pride.
My flight had knocked out
the sleeping pain. Now amnesia
will help me to climb on the moon’s shoulders.

They dragged her in the field,
the most deprived one. Was outraged.
I send you my grief, my sadness,
O, god. The flag was flying half mast,
rapist was absconding.


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One final leap
from high solitude
into city of dusk,
takes you to presence
of charred remains
of a fallen god.

A housewife moves in the kitchen
to prepare a farewell dinner
for the encounter of fatal descent.

A paranormal parting
to comeback to body of truth,
as you pick up your words.

Space odyssey in eyes,
palms folding,
to receive the punishment.

No complaints, no grieving
conclusion of foregone stopping.
A line will start from a dot.


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You gave me a name without asking. 
History of my pain 
did not need any label. 
I recalled only 
the blooms of bougainvillea, 
not the heat which gave them color. 
My burned lips 
remembered only the dew 
and rear view of life.

The total otherness of the moon and stars
did not heal the scars. 
My perceptions had 
given me hot tears. 
How the distance between us 
created the schizophrenia? 
The familiar laughs 
have frozen after all !

In the middle of night I lie awake
to count the door
and the closed windows. 
I listen to the moaning of walls. 
My eyes remained half-closed in freckled sleep. 
Heart blinks, unsnaps 
and weaves a moon.


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I stay connected out of the body,
with fireworks,
to widen the relativity,
to read the language of fear. 
Death of a tree was mourned 
by leaves in shadow. 
The dew lies awake crying.

The town was disappearing 
without a dialogue
with past, we were digging our heritage. 
In search of roots 
life was killing the tomorrow.
You an answer seeking 
which was not yet born. 
Over the mind 
an ancient prayer floats.

The house was on fire 
the words cannot cover the flaming body. 
It was dying beautifully. 
The space between the memories 
will shrink and we will destroy 
the ugly calender.


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An evening primrose glides,
on my rough hands.
I pluck a laugh from the lips,
of a parched face. 
It knows the meaning of death, 
kissing the pink eyes. 
Of the lost fidelity 
and the innocence of the dying sun.

How to tell myself, 
you are not coming.
Gradually the house,
will go back to its still air.
The white ants, 
will draw a pattern 
on the stale books. 
The traffic of private tears,
will begin to move.

The truth is a happening,
with all the little gods.
I demand nothing,
only pink rose buds, of early winter. 
There is no one to know,
that weeping grass,
keeps me touching, 
holding my toes.


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One by one
leaves had gone,
several and many times.
Lone tree, standing naked in dry wind
was ready to walk.

In inward aloneness
to know the roots.
You look straight into the eyes of primeval
suffering. Under a cramped disguise of happiness,
behind the glassed life.

For the clawed, weeping silences
who had turned away from the shrill voices.
Night of burns,
and promised beach of immortality
shoulder to shoulder.


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In the culture of self, and wilting idol
who was going to interpret the truth? 
To resolve the inner conflicts
of an ailing mind? 
I tell no one my validity, 
my loss, and my sudden realization,
of a dying aura.

Give me a poem, a childhood, a dream
I wanted to live,
without maligning a mirror. 
Without a cold-blooded 
murder of truths. 
Life was becoming a waiting in blackness for an 
audience with god.

A thought sits whole life 
on a ruined model of a truth,
trying to get freedom from the 
celebrated events of greed and hate. 
Windows are not supporting the light. 
Time for the greens 
to make a decision.


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Somebody had put the feet
against the flame,
the street had become a wall.

Commitment had failed,
the doors were locked.
Collective guilt was seeking favour.

Repeating the same story
blurs the sky.
Sun will not come out.

You are speaking.
He was speaking.
Truth was speaking.

Solitude and silence
come before the summary.
I was responsible for myself.

Earth refuses to conceive –
fire in veins.
Doves had stopped flying.


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Tonight I will not sleep
I will call you in my eyes.

My hands were trembling
when I opened the book.
Words you uttered long back
tumbled out ashen-faced.
I started burning inside.

Where did we take a wrong turn?
The oven had baked a burnt-out
face. They are altering genes.
Suddenly it is going to start
a riot among the gods,
a pure kill.

Frightened I move in circles around
the little black hole in the center.
Martians would throw the boys
to appease the hungry angels.


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They manipulated the words
to cross the corridors of essence.
Crib was empty, child was stolen.
At blood stained altar
there was no clue to mystical death.

The contents now matter. Time
displays tools of murder,
snaps the sheet from the bed,
kills the neophyte at water hole,
unsucked breast swells, weeps endlessly.

Apes are coming.
Duplicates look brilliant like novae.
It was becoming crowded. Becoming
was destroying the matter. Fear
moves in water, on the earth.

Faraway a cuckoo sings
a saddest song.
Come, belong to my tears, drops
of my soul’s vessel, kiss the eyes
of planet earth.


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driven thru ARIZONA
a little on the run
tryin to get away
on 25 dollars
i been awake too long
Cain't even get a song
Gettin this high pitched SOUND
the radio quit me
some miles ago
God I'm scared
I'm gonna get taken
which, at this point, would not be so bad
But, my 
I just pull over
He said I was driven over
75 miles an hour
I didn't get a ticket
It was a letdown

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I do not display, but am. 
Where the heart lies.
In truth. I try to discover the centre 
of sorrow and bliss. 
Life has not given 
me full text of death.
The shadows are larger than reals.

You will not remember me
in endless night.
I am going on a long journey
to find out what is death of a name 
the death of a prayer,
and ending of self. 
The naked helices of truth are blazing.

Death of a dawn
some thing dies in me.
I don’t grieve. 
The frozen pain melts, 
legend withers. 
The shadow is liberated from image. 
The sadness leaves the fingerprints on my face.


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For the sake of lake, I climbed
on the weeping hills
to see the other side of moon.
The precipice of hunger weighs heavily
on shoulders.

Capricious time moves inwardly,
Strikes  at the chest.
I set free the love-birds.

Conflict of trees tramples the grass
All summer the smell of dry winds
was scorching tear drops.
Every word was crying.

Dark in my city
I am wandering alone in alleys
of hostile homes.
The collective guilt of the flesh
blazes the mind.


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Your lips were me.
I wanted a kiss
which never came.

Insertion of a word, was committed
my wings took a flight
for anonymity.

To keep suffering alive
truth was accepting the hurts.
I was not speaking for myself.

Who was me to want a praise
for the custodian of morality?
Something for my name?

I must salute the fallen fingers,
who did not write death –
for my hugging blankness.


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The Moon-ed ‘I'...

Distance was increasing
in spewing rage.
I yearned for a solitude of desert
sand and rocks
away from musty tongues
and eros.

Counting my failed attempts
to reconcile with exits
and slant hopes.

Like an eclipsed moon
plying over the hill
to investigate a shorn lamb.
Plucking the hair from a beautiful scalp
to become a nun.

Arthritic  river brings back the waves.
Unreachable was the  crest.
Today standing alone on the summit
I watch the drop with grief.

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grumpy drunkard

The demon grog
lets loose the hog, 
and nastiness comes by, 
alcohol brings out the troll, 
And a grumpy drunkard cries. Don

Read more at:

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Reticent were moon, sky and birds.
A pall of gloom spread on the trees.
Stoically I rode on the wings of pain,
to watch the descending values.

A timeless truth separates the charm from lies,
and I long for the generosity of past
which could connect us to future.

A flame burns the eyes.
When we took the wrong road?
Still the fever is rising.

Gods sneak into our affairs.
A firebird flies in the space with long span of shadow, 
the helpless victim lies  in wait, to be dispatched.


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There were two shades of truth. 
All the facts were true
and all the facts were wrong. 
Reality was always drowning in a shapeless pit, 
confusion reigned between two statements, because
import was nil and walking
amidst ruins was painful.

Worthless conflicts hover in the night.
Exchanging the dialogues with death start in vain.
I go back to my fire and burn my thoughts. 
The world around me is adjourned,
sine die for the sake of peace. 
I became what I am.

You wait for a whole life to tell the truth,
and then die for it.
My god was crazy. 
He did’t ask me for a prayer because he was me, 
and there lies the absolute. 
For umpteen times I felt the need of, 
resurrection from the dead lies.

Satish Verma

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put teeth in pillow,eat jello and stay soft,apartment loft is off the 
distance,pessimistic me,is she free?ill go look see.

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Why did not you
cross the black river
and remained innocent ?
Unhealed, failed inside, broken and honest ?

You won the race,
the space, the heaven.
Moving away to the farthest blackness.
Your god sits crosslegged, clotting.

Brown hands on white shoulders, boneless
move in circle. Deportation
of words opens the green wounds.
Birds carry the snow on the wings.

I was confused, wanted to love
my broken vowels, for absolute you and me.
The baby face pops up again
in my perfection, speechless.


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A parallel pain walks with you
when you split into space and time.
You were too shy to die, to feel
the anguish and bliss of death.
Something inside you springs
into a tree for a half-life.
The search for the meaning of life
takes roots in calamities.

They get back at you, the paranoids
on the horizon line, where the galaxy
meets the paradox, the void, the fear.
Any physical possibility generates the sparks.
The realization takes you back in mud and grass
outside the body to rest in peace.
The formless listening, seeing without objects
furthers hyperesthesia.

You have found yourself in emptiness!


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I will cross the twilight zone
to meet you in zero space
negating the fear.

The mauled city
strikes the dumb sky
in unilateral war.

Coming from a bleeding torso
a scream agitates the dolls
playing with pebbles.

Flaming death will not leave footprints
Violence was not coming to stop.
It had many faces.

The very existence had no meaning.
Darkness, was coming down the hills. 
Can you bring some flowers?

Sun was nowhere in sight?


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Never never....

would I question
a dream
I landed inside one
so pretty
and unanswered
so I landed
a gentle friend
and crept inside
a golden

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In the service of flesh
new vision was perfecting a cult;
silence was going home.

It was not there 
freedom of defense for bread, but
I must pay the price of hunger.

The oblique afterthought
compelled by nocturnal infidelity
picks up the black threads,
minute by minute.
Death was very genial.

Comes silently behind the cacti -
across the intelligent green.
One has to pay for touching greatness.

The thoughts will never go
from the unwinking eyes.
I was listening to the footsteps.



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He faked a letter to god
and slept whole night.
(Fallen in a creek from a moving train.)
Indeed, he saddled himself with luxury
of oblivion.
The success around him was most obstinate.

Pretending to condone the arthritis
of social limbs, he walked straight
to become what he would be,
a fakir among riches without fanfare. The 
absolute renunciation, slapping the door –
shut, for blackness.

It was visible, the nakedness of brazen lies
falling like cottonwool around him. He touched
coral eyes of truth and wept, never to speak
again. Cosmos would split
for his journey to home.

This was meant for you, he said to himself.
Your own choosing without any regrets.
His fingers traced the figure of a mother
of the thin moon, who was assaulting
the crib of sun.


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Black emptiness.
Death opens like a flower,
somebody is walking in.

You think of a soft punishment
for becoming faithless.
It was becoming a way of life.

Unlimited agony of wait
something to happen.
Nothing is heard in the field.

No shots. No kill.
Your day was over.
Night descends like a puzzle.

Grey cornea on the white lens:
clouds are playing a game,
mist has a smoky smell.

A city sleeps at last.
A poem I will not read.
It was my ancient address.


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A lifetime with a classic pain,
does not give me peace or freedom. 
Blind ideas scream, 
breaking the antique silence. 
Becoming was not,
the ending of desire, 
or senile decay of lips.

You were destroyed,
by your weird dreams. 
Silver spoon, 
seldom became the bread of poor. 
Sweated and smashed,
I picked up green 
sprigs of sorrow. 
It was a gift of sun and water.

Waiting for my turn 
to catch the sunset
and the new moon together. 
I wanted a life as a leaf, 
drifting out on the hill, 
touching the stillness of the thing, 
the emptiness.


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Whole world hides 
in your liquid eyes,
I need to return to my consciousness, 
to change my verse. 
The dry air has wiped out the beautiful words 
sitting on the edge, of a meaning
I write a new song.

Discovering your forgotten self,
was a pain,
I always avoided. 
Years touched me softly,
on the temples in vain. 
Dumb I was with grief, threading a pile of memories, 
to know my other self.

Somewhere a god smiles on me. 
God of my mud & water, 
wide open like a father,
who never died. 
The moon slaughters my clouds. 
I was always angry,
with my odd appearance.


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Blood splatters on walls, 
on earth. Erstwhile anointed idol
lies broken. Thatched roof was burning.
Navel crushed on the newspaper,
a rape was atoned by cash award.

A womb refuses to eject the ticking clock
wants to preserve the window of sin.
Mother do not cry for the ashen stranger
he will go to the roaring sea to wash the 
bleeding corn, and the mouth.

Salt in the eyes is hurting. Paper thin
purple child becomes the player of death.
Appetite of flesh for nirvana has cuddled
the religion of grizzly bears. Be or not to
be makes a body formless and slapped.

River is waiting for the shoreline to show
respect for the wandering fakir. He comes
once in thousand years and crosses the dams.
World will kiss his tattered toga. He wanted
nothing, he gave nothing.


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Everybody was in hurry to unpack
the sins and reshuffle the names
of burns, by taking a holy dip
in mauve lake. I wanted to defang them.
Acid attack had the inversion effect
on the expressions.

It was an obscene vision
unrolling the infant
for bleeding an opponent. The procession
moved on. Details never came out.
Only the flaming bodies, loud thuds
and the screaming virgins.

This was unlucky for the hutments,
fragile poles crumbled down, unspeakable
emptiness on the faces. Something has
to be unlearnt. Too much pain of 
the knowledge. Ectopic pregnancy?


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He did not depart
or reached anywhere,
and did not realize himself.
When words could not find the meaning,
where the man will go?

He thought he did not believe in ‘why’,
the limits of purpose,
dictating the sentence.
Stones were still floating on the sea
and he was standing on a shipwreck.

Thinking and unthinking do not solve the mystery
of human turnings,
the malignancy of artificial intelligence.
A rebirth of enlightment can take over?

The objectivity becomes the subject.
You trot on the grass
to retrieve the moon, 
fallen midnight.


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The tryst with path,
was full of voices of silence,
confronting its wrath & revenge. 
Nothing was new, soft matter divided the winds,
arithmetic of energy,
faced up to its agony of spent life.

Decently artful,
you manipulated the clouds, its music,
the bluebells went into trance. 
The shower laden 
leaves started dancing. 
Half solemn, half smiling
you preached the immortality 
of a sick downloaded wisdom.

The golden days had 
yellowed vision of time, but mutation was complete. 
The masts were broken. 
The air was scented with 
punch & humility. 
Adjectives had the 
advantage over nouns.


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For death of conflicts,
and conflicts of death,
the coming of cessation, I was waiting.
Tomorrow must come
before eternity,
that inness, I will come to terms with one day.

The absoluteness of certainties
creates a danger of half-truths.
An intelligent mind suffers _
in ther era of hoaxes and contradictions.
The happenings of existence
continue without dignity.

Hand-picked rainbow is dumped
face down in shallow creek,
drugged, raped and abandoned
to lose colours in water.
When the sky hangs on the shore
the blue sea sends the condolence.

The sharp cleavage of silicon breasts
weeps for a failed performance.


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The beach below....
The way the wind does blow
The sea....
A sparkling jewel of blue
All for me....

How the sun rose...
Magically everyday
Full of colour and light...
Pure screech of delight...
Things I can see
Far below....
Where I can play

Something new
Far below...
A jewel of blue
The sea, that I love so...
The sea....
Where I play

The wind blew...
Carried me high...
Pure screech of delight...
Above a sea...
A jewel of blue
That reflected the sun's light

The day passes so swiftly...
Darkening sight
Coming of the night...
I must return to ground...
Rest,hear that sea sound
Wait patiently for the return,
of the light

A sea....
Sparkling so blue
The beach below...
Fill my heart so
The wind can blow
All for me...
On a day,
enlightened too...

The sun....
Rose for me....
Full of colour...
Full of light...
So I could fly....
On another day

Upon a silvered wings,
polished by the sun
The day.....
Made for fun
What it can bring
For me....
Upon a sparkling sea

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The matrix drinks the words,
in the anonymity of opaque meanings. 
Heart slips a flutter,
to catch the unborn tomorrow.
The deep azure measures the depth, the fear, 
drowning the architect,
generic of doom.

A drop floats in an ocean of solitude,
a static milieu which has no quivering of its own. 
The roots always give pain. 
Your eyes are filled with tears. 
Now final image 
was a memoir of falling leaves.

The dark effect splinters,
into many seeds. 
The space widens between us in a
hush of loneliness. 
Egocentric wind scrapes our bones.


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Self – immolating silence 
softens the pain, an art of solitude. 
Evening drifts to come closer to moon. 
Night is summer washed. 
Small stars are trembling 
on blue waves. 
The night climbs down 
from the brown hill.

Agony of life filters 
in your eyes. 
Unspoiled tears leave a trail of liberation. 
Sorrow was insipid in your dark book. 
Possessing a blue surge, 
a nothingness bloomed 
into a smile.

Space fills the dreams, 
coarse picture and empty memories. 
The vacant frame holds only the waiting. 
Centre was gone. 
The boundaries have captured 
the colorless fragments of thought, 
dry bones.


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Confessional truth 
is not my aggressive ego,
it is my fault. 
The resolution of my conflicts with time,
the smell of the broken limbs,
my head in hoisted fever,
my eyes searching for a cloud.

The ultimate otherness,
of an idea baffles me.
Charity creates the misery,
you seek a window, 
not the sky. 
Looking for the gods, 
enjoying the sweet depression,
of a pseudo-hurt.

I wanted the sanctity of a tree, 
full of fragrant bloom.
To break the spell of hot arguments,
the fire of ideals, 
projects self worship. 
Town meets casually to select 
a hybrid of man,
and a beast.


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No one owned the tears,
a tale of frozen pain,
prayed in dark,
making the silence harder to hear. 
A classic fire scalds the monument of life. 
A patch of grief here 
and there, lets out the mystery.

A reclusive self 
between window and moon,
unfeels the broken clouds, 
bangs the sky. 
Suffering the obscenities of the inverted earth,
life propels you to go empty hands 
in your domain.

Shadows are thinning. 
Waning moon crawls slowly
somebody said, catch me if you can, 
my being. 
The world never understood, 
went on digging the holes 
in the hearts, 
burning the boots.


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Bears and Children

Kids Locked outside in the cold
Good News for the bears
The have something to hold
Now the child is the puppet
And the Bear is the puppeteer
You look for the children
But all you hear
"Mama, Papa I'm playing with the bear."

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An empty indulgence,
tortures the deep imagination
the immutable name of unuttered grief. 
Gradually the fear of unknown,
takes hold of the lungs, spleen. 
We don’t put the,
solitude for soul-search. 
I am hearing myself now.

The fake overtakes the acuity. 
Death looks the sacrilege from a distance. 
The saffron clouds create 
the opacity in transparent green. 
Once we were all colorless, 
full of dirt now; storing 
our memories in empty hearts.

The vigil was over,
rains scattered the seeds.
The hours and days were littered 
with bruised limbs of shaken faith. 
No body held the banner. 
The dark performance of believers 
was sheared off by sharp lights.


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Manipulating grief, dirty hands -
open the lid,
release imagos. Eyes are blank.

You unravel the last of roses.
Surface tension wavers. An imbecile
sky pours the eyes, nose and ears.

Courtyard fills again, morphed resurrection.
I am persona non grata
in my own home. The moon does not cry.

Mystical lights. Headstones not legible.
Lockjaw. Waiting for morning-glory.
Stars are blinking.

Still I am stupid, courting my failures.
Cushion of thorns, I am weary of heavens. 
Me, this earth, I do not die.


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Question of me, 
vanquishing the existence, arises again.
At times life repeats the horror.
Insufficiency of a heart builds an orphanage, 
I play the game, then flounder. 
Poison is spreading -
the myth of absurdity overtakes,
truth breaks into splinters

Me and my dialogues with life speak of celebration
in vitro. Taking off the camouflage.
The body prints the friction,
but the descent of dark 
and other questions remain unreplied. 
The soul suffers in a hole.

All the pretty meanings,
become meaningless when time abstracts,
the stone prevails upon the daisies,
sin and desire go for a reward.
The door does not open,
I put aside the beholder
and give a voice to dead tongue.

Satish Verma

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Dumbly you come 
to the brink of a precipice,
at the point of no return. 
Moving, pivoting with 
a huge perception. 
Knowing that life was exacting,
you are alive, 
alone with a conflict. 
Your choosing was a miracle.

Seeking was not ending. 
Death was an inadvertent mistake.
You lie down in terror.
Deep in the bones you know, you have to move. 
There was no cloud above the eyes,
history was an aberration-
rags to riches.

You become yourself 
when death defines a name
and I remember a sunset. 
My shaking fingers 
weave a drape of sorrow. 
There was no patch of green
I return to myself.


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The dazzling star
went through me.
I was undemanding
from dusk to dusk
hurting myself, not anybody.

Time to meet my twin,
to set he black on orange.
My guilt, my fear, my foreboding.
Let go off, my sap in the twigs,
fruits were coming down.

Under the guise of innocence
eruptiness entered into non-thought.
One by one snakes unrolled
with black eyes, under the succulent breasts,
the black poison clapping the pink lips.

The dirt was spreading
on the hands of unborn children.
Their eyes searching the seeds.
On dark beads of mother.
Father had been killed in a cave.


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down this path

down this path that leads to nowhere,
you'll find an answer to every question
a solution to every problem 
and a key to every locked door
an the odler we get the more we find
on the path that leads to nowhere
how do we get there?
no one knows until the very last moment when nothin left know but an empty soul 
and smelly corpse.       Michelle brown

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Death in meadow
on leaves, under the sky.
History was walking over the bodies
of those who were in service
to move the wheels of sorrow.

The horror sinks slowly.
They were killed without war.
Unpaid debts of life, conflicts
at home. Amidst the laughter
somebody hangs in a noose.

Cry, cry, the possessed one,
your script had failed you.
Your chosen god was fake one
your unknown fear was real -
under the veil of sky-blue peace.

The faith has a price now,
put up for sale on the combed street,
from the opening of a number.
No wages are fixed for lying deep
round the pain of centuries.



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Self – immolating silence 
softens the pain, an art of solitude. 
Evening drifts to come closer to moon. 
Night is summer washed. 
Small stars are trembling 
on blue waves. 
The night climbs down 
from the brown hill.

Agony of life filters 
in your eyes. 
Unspoiled tears leave a trail of liberation. 
Sorrow was insipid in your dark book. 
Possessing a blue surge, 
a nothingness bloomed 
into a smile.

Space fills the dreams, 
coarse picture and empty memories. 
The vacant frame holds only the waiting. 
Centre was gone. 
The boundaries have captured 
the colorless fragments of thought, 
dry bones.


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Roses had gone wilting
after surgery.
of acrylic lenses
was projecting a corrupt green mount.
The rubber king had a papery laugh.

How you deal with a maverick –
matter – of – factly?
Pall bearers of a tall legend
were carrying nitroglycerine sticks

Saboteurs of moon night were scheming.
I was sick of pretentions.
Brown and black scars
become a honeycomb
hiding the agenda.

Stigmatized devotion gets back at you
after still birth of truth.
I will wait sine die for the verdict
of hope.


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diehard with a future

suture.sure is cuter.motley knew her.was her and one.lovegun didnt run thru my 
veins,"hey,hey,hey"what way?say,to the eye i give,ok?say ummm,i was walkin 
and talkin before you around,ok?say umm,could you bust a move elsewhere.say 
ummm,did this pass?say,what was word?heard.lured in by sure women.son of 
sin in.slim.

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The dice rolled....
The cards began to fold
The luck didn't hold

Gambled and tossed
My life, lost

It's only a game
I can get it back
All I need.......
is the jack

It's written in the cards.......
This is true
All fifty two!

Split the pack
I can get it back
All I need is....
the black jack

All I have is the cards
and they are so worn
the dice rolled
My future, torn
My future ,so forlorn

The clothes on my back........
The cards, so worn
The luck I lack.....
..........All for a black jack

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King of sex,
the third gender
or hermaphrodite,
half male, half female,
existing on margin,
beheads the creator
to propitiate the deity of destruction,
starts a genocide
to create a new model,
new world, sexless, moonless

How could you remain normal
when you were being robbed of every myth,
every truth?
And you were walking under the guilty sky
unmindful of the pouncing, long legged tarentulas
to bite off your elements?
All of your tongue?
And the heat will give up the slaughtered spring
dried up in eternal shade?
Within the memory will lie the pain
of million years?