There is freedom in her beauty. A confidence that comforts me deep in my soul. I am in awe. Purely. She may as well be flying, I cannot take my eyes from her wings that spread wide as the sky. Her song is deep and disciplined; at her command. The places in my gut that ache she shares and makes words where there were none. It's as if we've known each other before. Pieces of our souls belong to one another. So extraordinary but reachable through the humanity in her eyes. A sadness a deepness that resonates with me. It is within me. Sadness within the womb of woman, scars on the heart always leave behind more than ruined tissue. She gets that. She gets me. A superstar, the world cannot take their eyes off her. She is a flame, the view of the ground from the roof. Inarguably gorgeous, striking whether in her bare feet or the latest fashion. Her sexy is audacious, admirably we watch, when it's over we are inspired to be sexier. With a flip of big hair she becomes demure without parting with her sexiness. She is what woman is. So feminine while so in charge. The stage rumbles underneath her feet. She smiles into the crowd. A smile that the millions of dollars of lights behind her cannot compete with.
A smile that speaks
Saying... there is no place she eos rather be.
Her love of melody of sing of the release that comes with belting out your feelings becomes my love. We are strangers but in a heavenly moment we become one.
Sisters of the soul. Girlfriends. Her greatest gift to me is her strength.
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold.
This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .
This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .
It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .
money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here .
You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you .
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use.
There is a place of beauty and Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .
Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1
Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees
Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties
Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios
Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires
Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement
Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties
Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities
Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps
Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts
Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers
Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs
Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies
Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules
Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams
Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages
Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions
Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients
Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions
Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets
Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets
Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias
Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions
White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds
XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms
Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds
Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones
Love hurts and people change. Things go wrong and things get strange. But life goes on and you only life it once. Be strong cause things will get better over the months. I thought I was heartbroken, I thought you were my world. You fooled me though, made me think I was your only girl. But all along, you didnt care. Im not sure, your were even completely there. But now I've moved on, when I thought it was impossible. I had to be the bigger person in this breakup, I was responsible. I let it get to me, but I didnt let it ruin me completely. I didnt do anything about the hurt you caused me, I acted so sweetly. I let you walk all over me, I tried to ignore how you disrespected me. But when I ended things, the pain was easier to see.
My Handicap Beach
As I lay here and look out the window from our hotel at the absolutely amazing view..
It makes me wonder how something so simple creates such beauty and always seems so new..
I feel sadness for those who pass by every day and don’t think another thought about..
The beauty that surrounds them from the beach and the water with the waves washing in and out..
The lighthouse that stands unintentionally stoic and tall and lights the way for those out at sea..
And the sand that finally runs across my toes which has been a dream for so long for me…
This was only possible with the help of a loving person who got me where I needed to go…
And to whom I really hope does realize how much they have helped me in many ways to grow..
And there are always a few people that have to make a spectacle of a girl in a wheelchair..
As they walk by me and say things in a whisper as if they think I can’t hear along with a stare here and there..
If they only knew that It was one of the best days of my life and that I am feeling so relaxed and at ease..
I will take all of their comments and let them go over my head along with the beautiful breeze..
Because this morning I may have been the disabled girl on the beach which was a wonderful thing to me..
And until you learn to see the view from down in a wheelchair every day I don’t care what you think you see...
Because today my view was from the warm sand on a beach towel that was laid down just for me and was the best..
Day I have had in so long because I was no longer that poor gilt in the wheelchair and felt almost like all of the rest..
Of beach goers and comers to the new jersey shore in Atlantic City and right on the pier that is very well known..
For gambling and partying but for me it was just to feel the sand on my toes and feel like I was not handicapped if even for a few moments alone..
Coming home with my stuff in disarray the way it always is along with a few souvenirs because they are from my very first trip away from home..
I loved it so much and want to thank those who took me long on a short but awesome vacation to start me going more which I really hope..
Because it’s nice sometimes to go to places that make you feel different than the usual girl in the wheelchair always needing help from what I call in my head my proverbial rope..
I am who I am not because you think I am.
I am who I am because you say I am.
Your words do not define me, it only motivates me to be different.
There was a time your actions would infuriate me,
suddenly my actions is all you see.
I will do what I must than to be a burden,
for people are nice to your face and devious behind curtain.
If I am silent then I have nothing to say,
I've learned well the formula for trouble
also how to detect when discussions go astray.
I will share with world though some things I hide,
like why am I the Black sheep, Z' Traveler and why I hold them with pride.
My memories are misery it's almost a strain,
My past lets me forget nothing especially the pain.
If I am not too forthcoming then you need a new plan,
for skeptic and distant is definitely my intention.
There are times I think that I am the only one
but the years made me strong and I say thanks to you,
for it is you who made me who I am.
With birth is a new beginning,
A destination to a new journey ahead
From a child grown into maturity
With youth to age
From innocent to awareness
And ignorance to just knowing,
Perhaps to wisdom
From the weakness to the strength
Health to sickness
We pray to good health again
A path each of us follow
With dreams of success in our lives
To being happy with bliss and love our selfs
And one another
We could have a life filled with loves joy
To treasure always forever
A new life miracle is born into that
First new life of natures blessings
Never take anything for granted
For this new life is a gift from the heavens
To always cherish forever and each is unique
By Brian otoole
Glimpses of epiphany
Once, a long, long time ago
I was filled with cares and woe
I thought that I was going to die
And the fear of it, it made me cry
As life became a misery
Self-pity came enfolding me.
And then one day amidst the trees
Something did take on over me
The trees lit up like Christmas lights
Glistened silver, sparkling bright
And I fell beneath the mystery
My heart all filled with untold glee
A whisper seemed to fill my soul
The world seemed pure, and sweet, and whole
And I knew, I had no doubt at all
That everything is wonderful
And since that day a peace has been
Making my world so serene
20 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.
For the Glimpses of epiphany epiphany contest
Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day
Where she always loved to be at Una walked along the steady stream
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)
And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy
With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words
I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-
She became very happy and intrigued
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words
-I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith
There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion
So small and graceful like a gift from god above
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith
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...
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.
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Thank you for crying for me today
My tears are sometimes an expression
of the powerlessness I feel
Through my tears I release my sadness, my fears
and find answers
I am all thought out
Too tired to cry the hard tears
or softly weep myself to sleep
so thank you for crying for me today
You pound hard into the earth
As though mixing an antidote of gladness
to overcome my sadness
I hear you tapping rhythmically and methodically against my windowpane
message in code "Don't worry", "Don't worry" you say
You rain softly as my sadness and fears fade
And I begin to find new meaning
I’m thankful for slaves who never could understand, “Why do I work for people and get less than the bare minimum wage?”
Why do I go through the pain and suffering if there’s no gain for my family or me? My greats never were a boss and rarely knew who their family was so why live this life if it wasn’t free to be?
My roots nurtured the seeds who helped create opportunities; if we as the people could see how they lived maybe we would be stronger minded people rather than living like we have no sense
We are a culture that is talented in so many ways but we want to be the target of a negative headline news story.
We already seen shackles on our feet, slavery, segregation, and racism against our peace, so why do we still act as if we can’t change the way people perceive us to be
We are not going to blame it on our past because they gave us freedom to see so why can’t we exploit this and live the true meaning of the land of the free
Disregard the negative news and set yourself apart change the way you act so others can see a fresh start
If we started from the bottom now where here isn’t that living proof we can do anything besides spend money on material things but invest in the future or non-profits to help others to build something and have a heart
We can’t just stay a struggle we have to be humble take over the government and make change not think we high class and go to jail for spending money or getting caught up for the wrong things
Set a strong example for these homeless, gangs, prostitutes, and dealers because they are suffering and have only 2 choices that put us on the news headline story in jail or death coming soon
As we lift up those who make a change on the streets or on Capitol Hill we are happy these people are creating an Underground Railroad to victory without suffering and hopefully this stand is coming to all my people to
We got to take charge in numbers instead of sit back all for nothing
If you better yourself from how others use to see you maybe you can see the roots that can help make the change for you as others grow in this thing called a root lifting cycle. Respect the roots.
Today I talk to You with sympathy...
For I have found I love You in an epiphany!
Today;One Day At A Time,I find...
The People of Passion are kind.
I pity the ill,sick,and suffering in despair.
I pity the hurt in pain as I care..
For Today love flourishes deep with-in Me.
God resides quietly and peacefully as I see;
The Sympathy and The Pity:
and The City...
Unconditionally We love and We sit firmly...
Unconditionally We walk above it lit;yet composed.
Unconditionally We forgive
For forgiveness is A Prayer in Serenity that We cherish in Our Lives
Today I hope! I listen! I accept! I speak!:
Love all things without rations...
For Today I Have redeemed COMPASSION'S!
By Charlene L. Wilcox
My love, is you
My love is pure of heart
And with my love I give you my all
With my love I won't shed tear to the cloud
My love is everlasting can't you understand me
My love is like some roaring ocean just to have you near
And with loves grace I abide by you
My love will go on as long as you will stay
With the stars that shine for us as long as you'll accept
What lies beneath
The flooding drains
A spiders web
Spawned of rustic chains
If you ask me how I am
I'll reply that I'm ok
Hiding behind this mask
As I resume to face this day
Then theres the sights
A synonym of what I cannot find in you
But I have found
Sometimes hunger is the only kind of food
Have I lost my Faith?
Its something that I could never see
Then theres your eyes
Still falling away from me
But if I was a better man
Would your rivers run deep into outer space
While all along your insisting
That we are both two worlds away
Behold this longer list of denials
And uncertain hope
Reflecting fears of affection
And you still keep your eyes closed
Then by my own admissions
My heart has grown from cold to colder
And by my own submissions
Losing your love has bled me sober
Go For It..
You stand and wait-You sit and dream-
What is your fate, your destiny
If the future doesn't come toward you,
you have to go and fetch it.
If all you want seems far away
you have to run and catch it.
the fire burns
of how we yearn.....
my heads on fire
consumed with thoughts
my only desire
the world i see
to hold a hand
who understands me
A hand to hold
a hand to heal
im none too bold
i drown in fear
here i linger
trapped in my design
with my own brain
kill the pain
numb the soul
lose the sight
lost my goal
yet i still fight
with all my strength
ill never yield
ill go the length
ill hold the shield
lost in the trees
a setting sun
will set on me
nowhere to run
i hold no glory
no famous tale
i wont be sorry
ill drive the nail
ill find you where
your body fell
your mind is near
but im in hell
lost to you
lost to them
found by me
im wearing thin
here i burn
of how i yearn.
Life's gifts is of all the good and
Never knowing what may arise
An angel is everlasting hope we
long to have and to hold
We have watched you through
just like a hawk
We will never give up on you
we know you are strong
Who the angels will pull you
Where there is a will there's a
And with god looking over us
well know we will be safe
Even tho this deadly danger of
a disease took you over
We know in our hearts that
steady burns yull be ok
As a fighter like Athena (a
warriors guide)you will grow
Even now we see your alot
Must be these guardians of
heaven looking over you
Feeling good with this is all you
This danger none should live
But as long as there is Angels
up above its all you will ever
need to pull through
A tragic time.
- by Brian O'Toole
Caregiver of a cancer patient
Swallowing colors from a new day
replacing the moon
Affecting my soul as it orbits this
world I find you
Never have I seen such a beautiful
Until I saw one ignite the passion
deep inside of your eyes
Turning the beats of my heart into a
As I listen to your voice then your
lips begin melting me
I can feel myself longing for the fire
that once consumed all of my love
It was like eating the sun so it
scorched the taste of your kiss from
Quietly the day falls away with little
drops of rain
Separating horizon from the
sunsetting behind colors of gray
Now even beneath a black sky I can
still see your radiant face
Tracing a silhouette of your world
embodied with heavenly grace
A comet like happening
Aroused with desire
Lives an illusion
Justified by its end
The poetic verdict
Is there such thing as poverty, is there such thing as prosperity?
That is a question each much answer for themselves.
Is there such thing as darkness, is there such thing as light?
That is a question you can see for your self.
Poverty is where too much is in the wrong hands, not willing to share or care.
Darkness is the absent of light, light is where darkness is not.
When I look all around, I see light, I see prosperity.
But some see darkness and some see only poverty.
How can we change this picture for others who do not?
Will you share your light with others, will you share prosperity to?
Poverty, prosperity, darkness, and light; which one do you see?
Will you share prosperity and light with others, or do I have to do it along?
We are not on our own, we are not along, God has made it possible for us all.
Spiritually, mentally, physically, financially, we are not along.
There is a warehouse of blessing, waiting to be issued out, with a shout, it can be done.
There is no such thing as poverty, prosperity is only hidden behind the dark.
Let us together, open our hands, and where there seem to be poverty, prosperity will come.
Where it seem to be darkness, light will come.
Let us open our hands together and it will be done.
They gazed into the sky of Fallen rain
Dripping coldness past,memories of old pain
The drops fall of damp life on the ground
Clouds a-whorl dark skies sheltering in
Fair hearts defying the stab's of their fate's intent
Rise from thy streets of lonely no more
Light shines from the dark to bring all that's good and just
Is love just a sliver of sun?
Through the dark grey mist revealing paradise ?
Their withered gait now straightening with pride
They cross like angels cross futures tide
Belief in life renewed and only found
Echo's a cadence of sounds
Songs to the beat of their hearts and into the sun
Seeking life and love's new start
- by Brian Otoole
All I will say is how I did my best ever day to say you are my love
Before I go to bed and before I wake up I pray above
Cluing you with the best of my affections that I hope you see
Did you know that everyday I look at you my day is pleasant and that is the key
Everyone that knows me knows that you are the one for me
Friends and family love you as much as I expect to be
Going forward with all my heart I give you my love unexpectedly
Holding your hand while walking and whispering to your ear I love unconditionally
In my heart I expect in return is a smile of faith
Just when we look into each others eyes in love we bathe
Kindly we speak to each other with passion
Life we have together we love our every hug and kisses in occasions
Across the borders, might be big or small
Bright Galions, ready to destroy with big cannons
Colonizing every country they go
Dead bodies and blood to the seas they flow
Every Filipino stand your ground
For God is with us, in our hearts He's found
God is with us, God is in me
Hallelujah, We keep on singing
Hallelujah, We might die today
Hallelujah, Give us strength we pray
In the end the battle is over
Justice for our Country lovers
Killings and Words to ponder
Love of God, In his arms we're under
My Dual entry.
ABC Poem of Love
(Love of Country, HAHAHAH!!!)
Poems about Nationality
Return Of The Tyke
Tyke, tyke, tyke' they’d chant to bait the bairn.
But insult hurled at Yorkshire folk is water off a back.
Take it, use it, grind it through the crank
As fuel for the fire, grist to mill.
Man as boy the tyke unwraps his bike.
Ride a mile, another ten. No stopping, pumping into the blood.
Cycle, eat, drink. Eat, drink, cycle.
Life’s biggest problem, darkest mood, cured in the turn of a pedal.
Through God’s own country
A yellow jersey pulls a golden thread.
Up fell down dale, through Yorkshire’s warp and weft,
It’s cruelest contours purled,
A bright new yarn weaves into the fabric of the hills.
Past mill, past gate, past pit-head dead, history’s milestones marked.
The ride is metaphor, the towns tell out my story.
Otley, Ilkley, Asgarth, Hawes.
Mum at factory, Grandma, The Black Bull - still standing.
The first sip of warm beer.
Mallerstang, Fleet Moss, Tan Hill.
Simonstone, that teacher, my Dad, Wensleydale and Granddad Thompson.
The Scar, the Cove, the Stang – part of us in every crevice, crook and corner.
Muker, Reeth, Masham, over cattle-grid, up the switch-back,
Buttertubs - Buttertubs - Buttertubs.
Suck at the air, tramp on the pain, tyres spit rubber, spit grit.
It’s all about the climb. Locked in battle against the gradient.
She’s out to hurt us, here to make us suffer.
In sickening waves her sweet call comes to quit, to quit,
To quit this spiritual ascent.
Up ahead, on the tarmac one by one, the giants of the fells swing into sight.
Robinson ‘55, Hoban ’68, doff your cap to Tommy Simpson
And Beryl Burton, she showed the lads a clean pair of heels.
I close the gap and hear them urge: “We too were once like you.
My own story is forced out,
Spat through bleeding gums and panted breaths it comes
“I’ll catch you, catch you, catch you.”
In Oxenhope and through Cragg Vale
Spirit generations line the streets “Make us proud son, make us
We race by in a flash. As lives lived, as lives past.
When final stage is done and life turns back to dust,
Take us back to the mountain top. Pause a moment as the weather turns,
Then set us free in the teeth of a gale.
I’ll call them on, those that struggle through the sleet and hale, soft and
As I myself, one morning, was called.
© Ben Hodgson 2014
A kiss is more to me then just a kiss
I long to finally see you,
And place my lips upon yours.
Feeling the Spark of love take us over
All I'd hope for
You could have gave up on me but still you stayed right here
With a tear of joy
I felt like a child to candy
Your sweet lips of wine I long to taste
It's like a sweet lullabies to my soul
With just that special kiss you can make the difference
Just a kiss you will make me whole,
For your kiss will throw all my pain into bliss
So when we finally meet I hope you
Will show me the meaning of your love
In just that single gentle kiss of love
Contest for- a kiss is just a kiss 7-23-13
I stand alone
Like a weed
In a meadow of flowers
Under a tree
And the sun shines bright
But I can not feel its warmth
For the tree was blocking me from its light
I am a bird
Soaring above all else
Soaking in all of the sun’s rays
Nothing can bring me down,
Or have enough impact
To cause me to land
A novel in the works
A painting in the making
She was an unfinished masterpiece
A wedding cake, not quite through baking
A tree still sprouting
A flower still blooming
A mustang behind it’s fence
Her death was one of beauty they say
Angels came down from the heavens
Stars now shine brighter they claim
She certainly left an impression
On me, especially
Because I knew she’d be unfinished
How could she have an end,
any greater than her beginning?
Born to be special
but also to die young
Born to change lives
but to never live one
Because God couldn’t let an angel live on earth
and walk amongst this sickness
No matter how much I needed to complete
our unfinished business
We are hidden trapped within the Shadows of night,
We hear the frightful screams of echoes that linger and haunt
Pain and horror in our own world
Some maybe unaware of 'many know to well
With the evil here,who is to blame?
Where the lies all the same thing?
We must join to fight the snares of the devil
And become a fortress like the stars together
With the heavy storm of dark
We must use a light to guide us home
With arms wide open I'll take you with
As the fair moon shines bright with the stars
Only then in this battle will we be saved at last
With god and that light upon us we are saved
For Gail Angel Doyle's-contest -coming out of the shadows
By Brian Otoole 7-19-13