I am a coward with open sores.
I write and wonder who it bores.
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly.
I see others carrying out my dreams;
that’s what’s defeated me.
I am a coward with open sores.
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way.
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say...
I worry the world will leave me.
I cry because no one believes in me.
I am a coward with open sores.
I understand nothing comes easy.
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me.
I dream I am healed and brave.
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave.
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours.
I am a coward with open sores.
© 2011 ~JSLaM
* 1st PLACE in Contest "MARCH MADNESS" Sponsored by C. Devonshire 2011
* 1st PLACE in Contest "ONE OFF" Sponsored by Brian Strand 5/11/2011
* 1st PLACE in Contest "BEST EVER" Sponsored by P.D. 2011
r andomly I stare into
e ach reflective surface
f orever pondering the
l ines of age, pain and joy
e ach one a splendid testament
c ulled from a full life
t eased endlessly, eternally
i nto distorted images
o f the soul of me
n ever quite
s urely, I am
n ot this shallow
o nly time can plane my cheek
i nsight my eyes to fade
t urn the plumpness of lip to
c rinkles of mirth
e nlivening the gray
l anguishing in silver
f orever seeing but parts of the
e cstasy I
N ever believes people can be back stabbers
A ppeals for honesty where none exists
I nvites in without a background check
V ulnerable when being openhearted
E xpects people to reciprocate in kind
That’s who I am…..
For Andrea's Acrostic Contest
September 7, 2013
my loves !
It is an Acrostic *smiles* study
this here write...much love ya'll !
Keep well away from dark, forbidding dreams --
Instead, stay near the hearth and play your lyre;
Sleep even so will wait on wooden beams,
Seducing you beside your cozy fire.
Meticulous and careful you may be,
Evicting darting shadows with the blaze --
Inside your quiet cottage, patiently,
Night's emissary holds you in her gaze.
The cuckoo calls as midnight church-bells chime;
His warning message echoes from the walls --
Enchanted ears have lost all track of time,
So far from whispered fears as silence falls.
Her chilling hands then rip away your voice,
And images assail your inner eyes --
Denying you the act of conscious choice,
On captive lips she mixes truth and lies.
When sunlight climbs the sky and breaks her spell,
She blows a darkened kiss, and bids farewell.
Man of words, strange creature of fiery intention,
Amplifying pictures with that restless imagination,
Great are the images spurting forth from your pen,
Nothing holds you down, working alone in the den;
Unto the night you toil, pushed by an alien power,
Mastering some inner demons, taming your fear.
Oh how you search for truths floating up in the air,
Producing tremors with the raging force they stir,
Until at last your labors come to a perfect ending,
Shaking humanity with the hard lessons they bring.
True to my nature to entertain
Annulled in my character to refrain
Treasured, a toss up to comprehend
Yesterday's version of me, my friend
Another day, maybe, the sky will clear
Never reminded I'm almost near
And so in the vision of all that's dear, I swiftly pick up the pace...
Kneeling on knees of cardboard paint
Alive in the version I feel to faint
Tasting the air in a cosmic dream
I know that these words, are not what they mean
Under the weight of impossible skies
Shouldering light, in the east - sunrise
Hardly a mirror to shadow catch
And so I am swift in a turn unmatched, as I miss my expression of face...
Cataclysmic in word and deed
And always a step past the possible need
Read like a novel without an end
Nailed by my countenance to defend
Ever determined to spring to naught
Yet in reflection, I've not been caught.
L iving, giving, sharing your all with no expectation of returns
O ffering gifts of kindness in words and deeds
V isions of a world in which peace prevails
E xtolling one basic truth that Love is all
Never forgetting about history
Ensuring it does not repeat itself
Walking proudly into the future
Yesterday now becomes the past
Elevating the mind to new heights
Action plan created and working
Rising and meeting the new call!
Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life
M y mother died when I was fifteen months old
O h how my heart hurt when I called her so bold
T o heaven her soul did soar_ leaving her children
H ere on this earth, with lives now so totally barren
E each day I wonder why so young she had to go
R easons I will never know in this life though
S atan did his work in destroying family
D evil stirred the father to drink, compulsorily
E aten away was his heart from the loss; Granny
A ttended five children's needs, extra for baby
T o family members word was spread_ youngest given
H ome by adoptive family; but this for child heaven
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
Love; laughter; loyalty; listening; learning!
Impulsive; ideals; intelligence; intense; inspirational!
Fervor; fury; fierceness; fate; fun!
Energy; elation; eagerness;excitement;enduring!
Ever Know True
On Irrisistible Insight
Night Luminessence Must
Shores Luring Ever
copyright Joe Maverick 2011:)
Nine Eleven—a dark day lives of many workers were stolen away
Individuals worked all night; stayed; without seeing the light of day
Nose to the grindstone below floor level they labored productively
Effectively moving papers, stacks, racks, speedily and so selectively
Encouraged basement overtime; more taxes paid; they worked away
Loyal workers; dedicated to the cause; laziness to them—not a gift!
Earnestly they called home to say, “Honey I am working another shift”
Encouraged by those who stayed; coffee and donuts— no need to pay
Encroachment above they never did see as terror stuck during the day
Night’s darkness envelope the light; underground darkness of the night
© Joseph Spence, Sr., 8/27/09
© All Rights Reserved
Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
Happiness is found within not in people and things
Acceptance of the present regardless of what fears/ inner demons you may be facing
Persistence in seeking love and happiness inside ourselves so we may experience the abundance of love and beauty that encompasses us
Patience with ourselves as we learn and grow through our personal trials and tribulations life often presents to us, unexpectedly
Inside ourselves are all the answers we seek, believe in yourself with a smile on your face
Never give up on yourself! Challenge your belief systems with an open heart and a positive mind set
Endless love & happiness awaits you, seek it consciously without delay
Spirit of love is the essence of our original form; happiness is our natural state of being
Smile in the face of adversity and feel your spirit soar to new heights experiencing love, peace and happiness from this moment forward. Live as if there is no tomorrow, for you reap what you sow :) :) :)
Free flowing and defiant about me
I imagine my life a
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
Who am I?
W-eaned from tender
age,in noble family of ten.
H-urt by the demise of
the tube that brought
me into this theater of
struggles and pains.
O-rdered about by the
whimps of this
world,facing the hurdles
of life daily from
cradle,never giving up
A-fine young man of 28
I am,who has the
experience and wisdom
of the aged.
M-astering the arts of
life-learning from lessons
of life's victims and
didactic poems 'cos man
of fame I intend to be for
I bear the name Bob.
I-lost my poetic gift at a
stage but recovered it in
poetrysoup for invisible
entities say a
lesser being I shall be,but
another encourages me
to move on,for great is
one who comes out of
the shackles of life
undeterred for this is who
Name: Ifeanyi Bob
Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
I can't believed I
Missed all the
That You gave me!
I know now that I can't live my
Life without you!
Living here knowing that I
Can still have you in my heart is my
Only joy. I'm sorry I didn't believe in all your
Messengers until it was almost to late; but
I'll try to live the rest of my life for you
God, be with me and help get through these last days!
T houghtfully open heart in thankfulness
H onoring God for graciousness, unlimited access
A nd remeber all things in appreciativeness
N ot forgetting air we breath, blue sky we have in excess
K nights and princesses; children of the Living God
S ing a joyful song praising Him don't put on grand facade
G ive of yourself in thanks and rejoice in His love
I nvite the Holy Spirit to dwell within your heart dove
V ictory can be yours each step of the way my friend
I f time in God's presence in praise and worship daily spend
N ow is the time in His presence and purpose to remain
G ratitude said for all of life's pleasures even life's pain.
S tillness and quiet each day spend time thank God for each and everyone
This is a combination Acrostic and couplets..
My understanding that Acrostics do not rhyme but mine is actually couplets written in poulter's measure..A person who sold eggs would sometimes give a dozen eggs for a price and sometimes if the hens were laying extra good a person would get 14 eggs of the same price..Lucky them..So 12/14 in rhyming couplets..
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Contest: Count Your Blessings
Date Written: Monday, November 19, 2012
Words as white as virgin snow
In the depth of heart and soul
Searching the footprints of scholars
Divinity in the magnanimous one
Over timelessness of trust and understanding
Merges into wisdom
I dealistic in quest for love and meaning
N aked to the onslaught of emotions
T enacious in holding on to happiness
E lectrified by the simplest of pleasures
N otorious in desire to find fulfillment
S ensual in thought, look, and demeanor
E bullinet in the celebration of life
Oh, the depth of wonder, pain, and sweetness
Encapsulated in this one, simple, glorious word…
For Andrea D’s 7 letter Acrostic Competition
September 28, 2013
Tendrils of gold fall over my eyes masking a timid soul.
Alabaster lies beneath woven strands; ev'ry emotion takes its toll.
Pensive am I in all my actions, compassion steers a grateful heart.
Even though I slip into doleful days, each morn I wake to a happy start.
Surefire strength comes from my faith; through God, I overcome.
Together, from joy, sorrow, peace and strife, my love becomes the sum.
Reaching for a promising tomorrow, I build my haven with family.
Yearning to nurture love and life, more enlightened, I hope to be.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July, 31, 2012
for TAPESTRY Poetry Contest
Earths people, it is time to wake up, the ‘Prince’ is alive!
Ascension available, access through your heart
Seek and you shall find!
Time is short, personally unite, connect as one
Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with ‘our lord Jesus’ and ‘our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit
***Happy Easter Everyone***
O rigin, the beginning, the mostest, bestest, most beauteous
H ave you ever been so very full of the symbolic
M essage of the flower kingdom
Y ou just can’t stand to see, or smell, another
G od forsaken picker pushing
O range, red, white, pink
D andy, handy, trite ,
A nalog for the joy and pain;
D ripping from the plucked
A nd pieced heart of
M an and his foil woman.
N ever again will I accept a
R ose as anything thing
O f consequence
S ince even an
E vil heart can buy a rose.
Fingers tapping speak of thoughts;
index pauses in daze of memory
sitting on the looking glass table,
standing slanted and motionless.
One hair strand caught by the weak wind
free falls back with the many, ever so sad;
individualism touched but thrown when grabbed.
Gaze tilted, strained by colors of light;
stay open, they dance in brilliance made puzzles,
but once solved the whole is dull...
Bottled sometimes I feel is the senses
Unopened, seeping out in moments not needed
Trashing those so called intimacies
It could be just a laden thought
Minor spasm of unruly behavior kept locked
Even with that kiss hello, for with goodbye you'll never know
Even with a short embrace, for if you leave you might be chased
Never sure is the is the one
Owning nothing is the sum
Wondering is the door that stays framed...
Enchanted with the precarious recital, the silent sacrament
Aging hastily, ignoring the cadaverous skin for imminent immaculateness
Tempted to escape a few more, she refuses to be subjugated
Impressed with her capacity to swindle the dim-witted, dense humanity
Never staring back, only gazing onward to the day she will attain flawlessness
Glorious will be that day, the idyllic rendezvous she perpetually craves
Distorted perceptions nourish the wicked ploy
Inside craving solace while shrieking a impassioned, clandestine plea
Swirling thoughts of culpability and delight, waltzing collectively
Ohh how her narcissistic scheme empowers her
Ritualistic and merciless is her crime, a vain diversion
Deceiving the masses, misleading her very own flesh
Eating away is her soul, her essence, the pompous hunt for perfection
Relinquishing tranquility to be the mastermind of an unattainable quest
W hen you go to someone's wedding
H ave you done so in clothes that are unsuitable?
E ver shown up for an evening out wearing shorts?
R emember the times when we "dressed" for dinner?
E ven now, some do so.
I t isn't everyday that special things happen in our lives...
S trange how inadequate we are in showing respect.
T here are times when a casual attitude is not offensive.
H ovever, that is for the mundane.
E ach one of us makes choices with regard to events in life.
R ecently, I attended the memorial for a friend's mother.
E very one who was there knew that this was a somber occasion.
S ome, however, did not take the time to think about their demeanor.
P erhaps we have gone overboard with our "casual" attitudes.
E xpectations for me are that one would come dressed for the ceremony.
C asual attire and wearing baseball caps are fine at a picnic, but
T hen, I was taught that social graces begin at home.
Artless and aged, a comfort, a frayed rag,
This woman is woven of many yarns,
Aware of life’s hazards, each sudden snag,
Pondering losses that will not be darned,
Enraptured, though, by what some dare not see,
Seams in the sunshine, the twining of night,
There, fabric of what was and what could be,
Revealed by silk strands to my spun delight.
Y ears have softened me; I am less but more,
W hat was bright and brash is muted and spent,
O ld tales held by pulled threads, my token lore,
M oments sweetly stitched, forever content.
A heart’s history that love still spans,
Never to fade, a tapestry woman.
V ivid thoughts
E ventually flowing on to a page.
R ight or wrong is not the
S ituation; but it's if
T he words takes
O ne to another place.
C oloured images of
K ingdoms and lives long gone can't
E ver be erased as long as the written word in ones mind never goes
A dvice, many seeds on a flower
D eciding to choose which vine to follow
V ery carefully given thought, very carefully given choice
I n your best intentions stated at the heart
C hosing which blossom can become an art
E very seedling can change the color of your path to chart
©Holly P. Moore
E M O T I O N S II
E m o t i o n s:
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 MAY 2013
Interesting to realize…
Resolution of the matter of suicide
Only requires a few pills,
Nonchalantly handed out by
Indiscriminate Doctors, treating me for depression
Completely oblivious of my intentions
But I did tell them…
Keep me open to the sound, to see the sun and feel the breeze
Not afraid to feel the cold, willing,... growing, ... never closed to sounds of rain
Open my ears to raindrops falling..., someone, please, may be in pain
Call them in, to offer shelter, or is that knocking from my knees?
Knock my socks off now and then, a hard knock school is not in vain
For Andrea's Contest: "5 line acrostic"
Loving myself truly
Is allowing that
Still, small voice
To guide me as I go through life.
Negative thought that comes
In my head is
Not the best way to
Grow or live.
Taking advice from a voice
Of purity and
True holiness that can also speak truth to you on a basic
Human level has helped me to love God in
A better way.
To know that
Need all the answers and I have a
Neverending pool of
Eternal help that wants me to
Reach new heights of
Victory! is beyond
Can't fathom His
Eternal love and concern for me!
H ow the years fly by like paper in the wind
A new year, a thread in life’s fabric to be sewn
P ieces gently stitched will one day take wings
P atterned like brocade with a mix of flowers gently strewn
Y arns of yesterday are quietly stored away
N ew beginings are generous gifts given to begin again
E ach one, a new day to live, play and travail
W eaving the fabric of life in spite of occasional dark rain
Y esterday’s gone forever into the well of time
E ach melody we write, through the universe resounds
A constant tune of worship for the divine
R eaching the Creator in whom alone peace is found
My instinct comes heedlessly and ever leadless
Dances over memory
If, in turning left instead of right
You find your path uneven, and
Need to stop and change your plan
A comfort you can count on , a
Friend to help in any way he can
"I'm here for you" a steadfast rudder
Sailing on both calm or stormy days
Right now and in the days to come
Behind you each step along the way
A constant as the years turn round, to
Bridge the span 'tween smiles and tears
Over our life's hurdles big or small
Troubled not by time or distance
Water cleansing when hurts befall
I sit thoughtful of promises given
Will we keep our special bond intact
Ease the doubt that darkness brings
Your friends are there in good and bad
Mind them more than the gold of kings
The woven fabric of my life for years has only known such strife.
An empty pocket with no hope.
Put the last knot on the rope.
Edging toward the final ledge.
Still hoping for a bet to hedge.
The clock is ticking loud and clear.
Reminding me the time is near.
Yet leaves me wondering,who will shed a tear?
For Carol's Acrostic contest.
Though my life began when I was born, I don’t remember
Anything before age four, when no one picked me for a silly game, and
Pent up sadness flooded my face. But as life went on, I had happy
Experiences too, like when I rode in a hot air balloon. Ups and downs have made me
See, that life isn’t always what you want it to be. But if you keep on
Trying to get it right, you’ll find some pain, but also love and light. I
Reached out yesterday, to smooth out wrinkles, recalling former childhood dimples,
Yearning to change these flaws I saw. But introspection has led me to see, that in
My life’s tapestry, they’re really beautiful
For Carol's "tapestry" contest
M y love for the magnolia tree
I s a botanist dream.
S omething special to see
S o white, magnolia gleams!
I f I had a choice of trees,
S omeone suggestion was
I would say I like my State’s tree.
P lus the bloom is as white as the clouds.
P lease give me the magnolia
I adore right now.
Mississippi is where I am from – Old Magnolia.
M y love of the mocking bird
I s a bird watchers dream.
S omething special to see
S irens singing!
I f I had a choice of birds,
S omeone suggested one different,
S uch as the Three Wrens,
I would say I like my State’s bird.
P lus, they sing a beautiful song.
P lease, the mocking bird that
Mississippi is where I am from – Old Magnolia & the Mocking Bird.
M y home is The Magnolia State.
I ce is what winter creates.
S pectacular the crystal glows.
S nowflakes hang from the trees.
I cicles drip.
S nowfall has appeared.
S unshine is desired.
I ce water caught in a bucket.
P itchers of Kool-Aid to drink
P eople are feeling holistic.
I mages of happiness and a change of seasons
Mississippi is where I am from.
Old Magnolia, the Mocking Bird, my home sweet home…
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Contest Name: Tell Me About Where You're From
Form: A Triple Acoustic
Prepare your mind for this wondrous place.
Once an ILLUSION, now so much for real,
Exemplary CREATIVITY shows the pace.
Taking chosen words, that more than feel.
Rhymed or unrhymed, states a poetic case.
Yes, INFUSION of styles, seals the deal.
Power of the written word supports fortress.
Amends broken hearts of all EVENTUALLY,
Love flows from lines with little stress.
All the thoughts and feelings rise potentially.
Creating INEVITABLE beauty to possess,
Each new venue of poetic art lives inherently.
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "POETRY PALACE"
Peacock-like vanity propelling you,
Restless in the search for adulation,
Image of yourself so damn inflated,
Master of a self-centered universe;
A great one, yes, until you ask others.
Donning a pride as a sort of armor,
Only a world-class ego keeping you,
Nary a thought of your worth, if any,
None but that pretty face in the mirror;
Ah, to be living on such shaky ground!
Obvious to you
Unveils my rationale,
Getting away from you
Has become my only option
I have had…
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 MAY 2013
L ife without God
This has been on my
mind and heart for
awhile after having
Yesterday, I walked along a young man's path
All the answers, they seemed so clear
My world was steeped in my dreams
Troubles came, as often troubles do
Seemed like nothing was going my way
So strange at first, I didn't believe
Far from myself the answers flew
Away I walked to seek a different path
Now I live a new wondrous life
It is far better than anything I had hoped for, the other self
looks forward, to a world beyond just me
As now I see more clearly with ancient eyes
Though I know youth will be served
They're going to arrive at this door someday
Here with the residue of the past
To dance along a silvery trail
Stay happy, as life's worth while
Oh, celebrate your youthly glow
I still dream with a young man's mind, I
believe in a world of possibilities
In but a few moments, this life does pass
Yesterday is created every day
For Roy Jergen's "Yesterday's Acrostic Contest"
There are times when I feel I don't have all the answers and I
Often have to ask God to give me the wisdom and understanding
Because being a mother, I don't always know what to do
Every day is a learning process, But I am eager and
Motivated to be the best mother I can be, I am
Overwhelmed at times but still so very
Thankful to God for blessing me with such a gift
Honored to be not only a mother but a friend
Ecstatic in watching my daughter grow and
Realizing that I was chosen to guide and nurture her
Is truly an amazing and overwhelming feeling
Since I had lost my first child, I'm still haunted
At the thought of who she or he would have been but
God has given me a second chance and I am so grateful
I get to wake up each day staring into her beautiful face
Fighting back the tears of happiness she has graced me with
Thinking to myself, I love her more than anything
Left behind without a friend.
Only to have to face the end.
So lonely here all by myself.
The dust is thick up on the shelf.
Severely damaged, alone and burned.
On a journey where nothing's learned.
Until the dusk swallow's me whole.
Living my life while I lost my soul.
For the acrostic contest.
Never be it said that new beginnings can’t be obtained
The endless quest for happiness and futures ordained
Surely worn us all down – books scoured for inspiration
Folk Lore/Yarns embraced for our life’s path preparation
Memory, an eager companion to chastise us and torment
Time we’ve been allotted, wasted on slights to ferment
Looking to bring some relief to others in their dire need
This is what brings joy to souls rich in the art of forgiving
Looking in the mirror, inwardly: What do we see and striving
To portray to an outside world? In ignorance, we aim to please
Others are equally busy with their lives; sense of a new lease
On Life. Each calendar marking public festive holidays to celebrate
Thus, in effect wishing our time away, wasted on endless freight
Of regrets; only to be put aside briefly during this Holy Season
SUMMERY: A message within a message (two unrhymed lines), therefore My New Year's Wishes:
1. Looking to bring some relief to others in their dire need
2. Of regrets; only to be put aside briefly during this Holy Season
BTW: Ethiopia, Russia, Ukraine, Serbia, the Republic of Macedonia, and the Republic of Moldova celebrate Christmas on what in the Gregorian calendar is January 7
Please see the About section regarding this form of an Acrostic poem.
He thought to himself
If I could go back, I’d tell
No one, not even the police, that I’d
Driven by and shot him with ease,
Silence, would be my clutch, so
I wouldn’t be judged
Guilty, nor lambasted like that, by
Hypocrites in mass, for killing a
Toddler thug, with candy bar drugs
H- Humongous Healthy and Hearteningly
U- Unleashes Unspoken Understandings
G- Grows Goodness and Gratefulness
Ciggy’s day out this is just another normal walk but where shall I go to the haberdashery or to the local library on this wonderful February day. I think I will start at the library and look for a book on an auto harp or maybe a book about a calliope. So I can use them in my collaboration latter today. I am a little thirsty I think I will get a soda in an aluminum can of course with no algae. Now back to my condominium I will go cuz it’s time to start my live web show.
Never, my love
Sours your very
B Beginning my life's journey
O On a long road of discovery
R Reaching for the stars
N Needing to know...but will I ever?
U Underestimating the universe
N Now finds me under it's power
D Deep within the heart, a longing
E Eclipsing the moon
R Reflected in the eyes of the sky
G Gazing with curiosity through cloudy windows
E Each pane stares back at me, my twin...
M My mirror image , her look of wonder
I I search her face to see if she has the answers
N No secrets revealed,.. we must both continue to seek...and like a moth...
I I flutter, as does she, against the glass, to reach the light
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 JUNE 2013
L unar influences on my mind
O ften make my senses all go blind
S anity takes a vacation break
T ranquility inside is now at stake
M y balanced nature is thrown askew
A nd I no longer know the truths I knew
R ambling is my spoken tongue
B elievable reality all comes undone
L ook inside my head and see
E mptiness where marbles used to be
S ans of all my sanity
E ach pebbled path awaits the fall mum without momentum
L anguishing until the fall of foot brings them a pace.
A ll static objects seek the joy, the soulful strum
T hat gives to some and uncommon sense of face
I dling not within the static shell, the unnoticed place.
O nly movement brings the eye, the heart to hold, the rise
N o stone unrolled can bring an accolade to such as I.
* End rhyme pattern of rhyme royal
I was born with this name
A name that cannot be moved.
Through my struggles and through my pain
These shackles I shall remove.
Dignified in all my ways
Eminent proven that can't be replaced.
I am a true man of virtue
That cannot be measured by time or space.
I'm a Star of my own
Reflecting the rays of my thrown.
Magnificent and Majestic
In the land of milk and honey, I am the backbone.
Confound and misconstrued.
Even in contempt of their judgement
My adulation infatuation will remain intact for my brood!
My love is undenying
Everlasting and undying.
My fable inspires that transcends to be noble.
The King of my castle
A fraction define from a point of a decimal
Denoting in the tenth power
That represents the commandments of my counsel.
I'm a man unrecognized by his emotions
Yet his word's expression
Forms a principle which defines in connotation.
Concerns to adjourn any iniquitous Interpretation.
Adjudicated as if uneducated
Yet their mind's unable to define the intonation of my elucidation.
So therefore there's no question!
That I am...A son reflected by his own creation.
In his own reflection
My third eye indicates the gift of this phenomenal articulation.
So as my motivation
My delivery will continue to build in its meticulous manifestation.
A man that will man up
To whom, I will claim to recognize his own dejected aberration.
W-here men and brave thrive
H-is dreams made him strive
I- have a dream he said and died
T-ill his race was enthroned high
E-ligible his color wasn’t but his dreams
H-ail the white house for it light beams
O-verjoyed is the world for Luther sings
U-nto us the dream is come though he love to see
S-ee he may not but i am fulfilled that he lived
E-xcellent i accord him et Lutheran et king
(And ode to Martin Luther King jnr)
Frequently I find Myself Dwelling,
Amidst a Nightmare of Coral Cave
Light. Twisting and Writhing Towards
Lingering Freedom and Hopelessly
Initiating Pattern after Pattern of
Neglected Partnerships. All of Them
Gone, Sinking Down, Below the depths.
Open Those Metaphorical Eyes
Under Your Cold, Starving Pump And
Take The World To The Abyss With you.
Of Course, The Mass of Accumulating
Fear Quarrels with My Bitterness.
Tether Yourself To The First Suitable
Option of Flesh. They'll Understand, She'll...
Understand. Negotiating with Your Own
Corrupt Soul. This Emptiness Has Become My
Home, and I'll Live in it Endlessly.
A new sunrise, a new beginning
Now, is the time to keep the promises
Everything in my life changing
Weakness withers as courage rises
Years, months, days of endless crying
Each glistening tear fades
A queer feeling
Relax, Lord, my weary muscles
Stop the wind and the roaring
Past the safety of lies
Rocking, soothed in storytelling
O, mere scraps, odds and ends of fantasies
Misty, pieces of truth, falling
I, the weaving spider cries
Stop, time to start the living
End the weeping before life fades
January 7, 2013
Written for the New Years Acrostic Contest
J ournals written_ let them be in your past
O bsolete not an obstacle to future amassed
Y earning now for future that is very good
F acinorous tendencies leave_ do what you should
U understand this New Year is a clean slate
L ean on the Holy Spirit and you'll make no mistake
N ascent gift let your voice express
E' claircessment possess don't suppress
W antage of inspiration quickly dispossess
Y arn teller_gifted and gift user be
E ffable poetry_God grant all the key
A bditive gift_bring from under the bushel
R aconteur be this New Year no need for puzzle
Nascent_begging to develop
Abditive_having the quality of hiding or secret
Raconteur_a person who is skilled in relating stories
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: New Year's Acrostic
Crazy and Caring
Adorable and Appealing
Nice and Naughty
Cute and Curious
Energetic and Electrifying
Relaxed and Relentless
Double Cancer acrostic
for Danielle White's
Acrostic Astrology contest.
H olding on to
P ast will never bring about any
P roperity in
Y our life.
N othing is new under the sun;
E specially all the bad things
W e as people go through.
Y ou always have something good to look forward
E very time
A new year comes around because the true
R iches of God's love and hope for us is meant for everyone!
N ow I’m not one to complain.
O ther people think I’m insane,
W hen I tell them where I’m from.
H earing their laughter thumps like a drum.
E ach and every man jack or two,
R eally hates thinking my origins are true.
E arly on, I’ve rejected this questions’ repetitive drone,
M ore than once I’ve pinpointed my geographical zone.
A nswering the question, hope you’ll understand,
“N owhere man, from nowhere land!”
For the “where in the world are you?” contest,
With “a little help from my friends.”
Another simpleton in this aimless lunacy
Narcotic this reality is imbibed with but so much i love this narcomania
Occassionally Odious to myself but more so to those i love
Ugly or pretty it does depend on your opinion, to myself just gorgeous
Cabalistic, mystic, unrealistic even spiritual is my altruistic life
Hachalia truly i am but Hananeel i consider your awesome mercy
Eagerness i display to the coming times when your love will make me an immortal
Karezza is the way i will please you who are a killcrop when my love is concerned; our
Adoration is mutual; me i worship your essence and you my ignorance
R emember how all things were once shiny and new,
U nderneath them all a corrosive subterfuge grew.
S ilently oxidating from the outside or in,
T reasures’ life should exclude are always made of skin!
For the RUST contest because “RUST NEVER SLEEPS!”
Somewhere out there
Illuminations still twinkle, just not here.
Lost in the absence of that God-awful sparkling light,
Everyone fighting is praying for a silent night.
Now on the battlefield a hush is commanded,
The warring factions apparently disbanded.
No one is pushing buttons or pulling a trigger,
Inside camps men lay exhausted by wars’ rigor.
Giving thanks to the almighty,
Hell will wait; so must Aphrodite.
Tears will wash away most reasons to fight.
For the Holiday Acrostic Challenge
Heavenly Father, hear my plea
At your altar on bended knee.
Prayers I offer for those I love,
Prayers to you Lord, up above.
You have seen the mess we've made.
Not the plans that you had laid.
Everywhere there's war and sadness
Where there should be peace and gladness.
You must be disappointed in us all,
Each of us who ignored your call.
All mankind should this year strive
Really hard to keep humanity alive.
Lord please help us do our best
On your behalf, a peaceful quest.
Rid this earth of anger and hate.
Don't let our past dictate our fate.
Notably I do thee swear
Exquisite promises to you I share
Written in ink oh do I dare
Yearning in resolution accountability fair
Excuses thrown aside exposed and bare
And if I should fail a prideful tear
Resounding horns sound I do thee swear
Unorthodox is what some say.
Naivety tends to block his thoughts pathway.
Internally I reckon is a storm we cannot see.
Quietly he manages to calm the waves at sea.
Uncouthly unparalleled is what his peers claim.
Equal is indeed sweet, but it will never be the same.
Jagged Barbs Carved Into Cage, Never
Open For Her To Express Her Passionate
Adornment of The Creative Reflexes and
Non-Ending Desire For Explicit Creation.
Nameless, He Captures Her, And Puts Her in
A Sealed Fish Tank of Insecurity.
- She Presses Her Face Against The Glass
And Watches The World Walk By -
< Artist searching for a muse
Creativity is the key
Recant those memories
Open your heart and soul
Start spreading the news
There's poetry to be found
Inside each and everyone of us
Can't you hear the music
To the beaten drum
Whistle while you work
Or you'll snooze and lose
Jared Pickett's Contest
TRIBUTE TO AN EMPASSIONED READER to Harry Horsman
When I write the challenge is to shake your mind
If i succeed there is a satisfaction in my style
Never mind if flashy glory's left behind
Not a moments wasted if a phrase has found your smile
Eventually there's a tiny spark of me that you may find
Relentless words are bound to entangle and beguile
Victoria Anderson-Throop 2013
Forget who I am
Even if you know
Relax, take a deep breath
Now breathe nice and slow
Naked on the moon
Drifting like dead wood
On a tide of doom
P ersistent , aching, gnawing, throbbing each with its measured degree
A ll these are effortless words describing a state of being
I ndescribable though is pain from personal grief when heart and spirit lay broken
N o beating heart escapes, 'less its doors be sealed, shut and bolted
A lways there for me when I need you
N ever stop to think of yourself
G uiding me thru the dark towards the light
E ndeavoring all just to be there for me
L iving life by my side
this is Acrostic try it it's fun
POET DESTROYER SLY LIKE A FOX
Perhaps the animal inside is an excuse
Or maybe a legitimate ruse -
Either way it is understandable
The reason for having an inner animal :
Deep inside the conscious and thinking woman you are,
Exist primal force and urges by far
Sinful to the eyes of many outsiders - aye
To bishop ayatollah or rabbi.
(Rabbi of course differs from rabbit
Or should I say delicious dinner which is my habit)
You explain your urges by hiding inside the animal,
Even though animals themselves don’t use this fable.
Refer for example to the virgin
Sturgeon, who needs no urgin’
Love, lust, dove , dust -
You’ll find that they all move, must -
Lurking in their breast is no inner human pal
Icily saying, “You have no right to be natural;
Keep your feelings and urges well controlled
Exactly like humans are usually told:
And if you’re lucky the inner human will
Fail and the animal you are, will prevail.” . . . .. .
Or maybe the human will win and say
X - rated urges are simply not acceptable today.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Written for ¥ Destroyer ¥ Poet - Contest Name : P.D's INNER ANIMAL
Severed tendrils of hope hang lifeless
As antiquated memories of lost dreams
Lie in a forbidden zone surrounded by silence.
Validation is hard fought for, and soon becomes
Another deception as I lie lost, misplaced, bleeding.
Trepidation slows the endless journey to victory as
I gaze into life’s mirror and search for elusive answers. But somehow,
Onward I continue, knowing deep within my soul that perseverance
Not only will lead to salvation, but allow me to find peace at last.
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name: Acrostic contest - theme LOST
Simplistic in view
Caring of heart
Original in style
Rehabilitated in life
Poetic in love
Insightful in thought
tainted it is to me
ruthless it may see
usurp it may glee
tangible it may be
hoax as it may flee
V illiains understand
E. V. I. L.
(Even Villains understand I Live)
Eric (and sometimes not)
Christopher, a name i know so well
He, the person, claimed i knew him well
Really it was nothing more than a girly fantasy
Intentionally being stubborn, masking our affection
So in love was i, one could call it an ecstasy
True friends were we, love was an infection
Opposition came, we stood strong
Prosperity followed, but not once did we stand down
He knew me well, knew how to make me smile or frown
Experience is the best to teach man the meaning of love
Reality remains, it is best to lose a love than never to have one to lose.
Today the sun rises like any other day,
Help shall arrive within the words you say.
Everything vanishes and changes to gray.
Clear skies change as shadows appear.
Living in shadows can fill you with fear.
Only one hand on the wheel to steer,
Until you feel like the end is quite near.
Doubt arises, as through the clouds I peer,
Shadows encompass all that I once held dear.
Going full circle I’m back at the start.
Everything’s changes as the clouds part,
Tired today, from having this broken heart.
Into the future everything goes,
Nothing to lose and nobody knows.
My conscious is starting to hurt a little,
Yesterday’s gone and I’m stuck in the middle.
When the clouds part I see the sun again.
Always in my thoughts, you seem like a friend.
You have become that bird that can fly in the end.
Animals you wouldn’t want in your bathtub
Frighten the tour guides more than the tourists
Runaway donkeys slow down traffic
Intricate methods of bribery placate government officials
Citizens double the price to white faces
Adoring children make it possible to overlook the impossible
Compassionate personable lady,
Easy-going creative escapist,
Adaptable to new situations,
Spiritual with a sensitive nature,
Intelligence including intuition,
Absolute alluring woman.
She Breaks, And Breaks. Using Creativity as Her Only
Alternative Solace From The Held Resentment of Her
Memories. She Can See it All In Slow Motion, Played
Against The Back of Her Eyelids, The Overbearing
Negativity of Her Youth. Her Happiness is Skin Deep,
Teared Eyes Embracing Old Scenarios, She's Forever
Haunted By A Sense of Twisted Nostalgia and
Anxiety. - Rejection of Happiness:Embrace of Sin -
- Her Joy is Skin Deep
But Her Beauty is Not -
Are you the one, the bride I try to find?
Still haven't met you, how can I make up my mind?
How am I to know? How am I to decide?
Waiting for the questions to get demystified
I know that I am patient; I know that I can wait
Not for ever though, it doesn't work out like that
I am sure it'll help me find some answers if we go out on a date.
Dan Cwiak - Dedicated to *** Constance ***
The Rambling Poet's work titled: Throbbing With Life
In thinking of a contest poem with ~~~ RULES ~~~
Consideration must be given to them,
Or the poetry written will not fit
Under their *** UMBRELLA ***
Lonely, the poet feels encumbered by
Doing his work for such a ~~~ CONTEST ~~~
Nothing else can upset the delicate balance
Of words, rhyme, and *** METER ***
To enter a contest is a challenge
For any poet to attempt ~~~ YET ~~~
In so far as subscribing to the rules
Necessary, he must make the effort with
Devotion, thought, and ***STRONG WILL ***
This is the strength of the poet's
Heart as a writer and wordsmith,
Endeavoring to complete his ~~~ TASK ~~~
When I try to write something clever
Or get on with my writing as a *** QUEST ***
Rigid are the thoughts that cross my mind,
Descriptive are those that only ~~~ ESCAPE ~~~
Such that I am mindful of the burden laid upon me.
To some, it may come easily to their *** BEING ***
Others, like me, have a more difficult task as the
Disharmony of thoughts, words, and feelings
Evolve into an imperfect type of ~~~ PERFECTION ~~~
Very often, the expressions are only those
Of the emotional guilt I may have for the subject.
Too often, however, I begin to use *** Poetic License ***
Even though, I should not take that liberty.
To those who can claim the poet's glib words,
Or the gift that they have, often proceed to ~~~ GIVE ~~~
Yet, such is my life as poet. Such is the ~~~ CONSCIENCE ~~~
Of my soul. Oh, but to shed myself of these thoughts,
Under the banner of the poetry that I *** WRITE ***
Overwhelming love and
Uncontrollable desire for you.
Being in your arms and feeling your
Nothing but completely
Inner thoughts of true happiness feel so
Natural that I know it's my
Destiny to share my love and life with you.
Enter the cavernous chamber
Met by the paperwork__you know the clipboard
Enter all this information first right here
Remember we need address, SS#__So we can trace you
Good we've got all that so now we'll treat you
Enter the little room with a I don't care nurse
Now I want to know what would equal good care
Care that would keep you coming back
Yeah! We want return visits not wellness
Room without view
Occupied by much equipment
Opposite of home's comfort
I wake before dawn in twisted sweltered sheets,
Fearing this isn’t yesterday in repeat.
I can feel the breath of the sleeping Beast over me,
It will wake ravished with hunger, expecting its daily feast
Of soulless words, selfish thoughts and everything that is the worst of me.
You see, years ago, I allowed the Beast privileges, I can no longer retrieve.
It wears the key to my soul on a tether around its neck.
We use to lay together and laugh about the scars we inflicted on others,
Found enjoyment, plucking at their scabs.
I loathe who I’ve become and the company I keep.
It seems like an eternity since I dare gaze in to the looking glass.
Do I have grit to remove the cloth that conceals a wicket pass?
Will I have the strength to confront and mend all the broken glass?
Today I’ll find keys that lay in plain sight, for locked gift boxes,
Filled with words of now worthless wisdom, that’s been buried under years of arrogance.
Forced to stumble over debris of dignity and consequence,
In darkness I will search for my lost innocence.
Expelling my Beast has no probability; It will always remain dormant in the depths of my soul .
I will have to be steadfast in my convictions careful not to air the slightest imperfections.
I lay motionless watchful not to wake it, all the while plotting our transformation
Oh, to mourn the death of a season
Causing dread for the prediction of nature
Trampling through leaves plummeted from glory
Overt manipulations of human emotions
Barters the time of years gone by
Everlasting cycles of gain and loss
Remembrance eases the transition
Overly opaque bones
Trembling shrill tones
Waking the death-bearer
Armed to the teeth
Raging empty sheath
These are the foundations of who we are
The events of history that have occurred have served to define us as a people
And a nation !!!
Heroes were born of this tragedy
While showing the finest example of America
Strength, honor and commitment
What we are about
We shall never fall
We shall never fail
The unity of this nation is unbreakable
Eric (and sometimes not)
There we lingered, without moving,
enfolding the timeless questions of the universe with quiet words...
Queried sounds filled the night, we were mesmerized by mysteries of the moon
2 stars were only 2 million years from all the answers
Inspired by the Captcha Acrostic Contest:
Sponsored by Adam Hapworth 8/1/13
I think of the years between us and
Little snippets of our journey floods my mind.
Life and all it's roads at times difficult
Allowing us the chance to change, to be remade for the
Last of all our tales shall be of our triumphs-
Ways we conquered our self doubt, our impulses
Always giving way to that better me, better you
Yet you walk these roads with a heavy heart
Soul weary and feet blistered and I say to you
Be not afraid of what s to come
Everyone is given only what he or she can bear
Yes I say to it all - the pain, our tears, the laughter
Our fears, - the joy and all these years between us
Underneath it all there lies our blessing and
Redemption in the form of this friendship
For the mistakes, the errs are not erased but" Our Father In Heaven"
Remember is the sweetest prayer
In it we find the mercy he tempers our punishment
Even as we are wrong, we are in his light
No man can take your soul, so walk
Don't run to the end of your life, when it is done, he is there.
Offering of sanity in a crystal vial.
Cleansed with the essence of a childhood lost.
Down the drain. Left a stain.
Opposing forces overtake the senses.
Clarity and peace – a figment of twisted imagination.
Down the drain. Nothing to gain.
Overload of obsession.
Counting, counting, counting numbers and names.
Down the drain. Very last grain.
Opening the facial cavity in a cry for help.
Crying gets you nowhere.
Down the pain. Nicotine train.
Down the pain. Down the pain.
C rying in the wind, we lean against the soft shoulder of a friend.
H ow perfectly imperfect are we who sing, sing the songs end,
O r sway hip round tones into the sun's shine and crystal glow,
I nspiration seeps on Mozart's twinkle and blooms like red bordeau
R ipe with pleasure ringing, we sing, through life's vehicle all aglow.
Dedicated to my Minsiter of Music EdWard Thompson
B reathless each day the winged ones burst and unite into the twilight frieze--
I s there a more delicate touch to the sight than the songbirds as they take to the sky?
R eveling while entwined with the tailwinds-- delighting the indigo breeze,
D ashing on the last rays of sun to nip the laziest mosquito on the fly --
S ong of the satisfied sung—they fade into the welcoming night bosom of the trees.
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
Yesterday, so many yesterdays
All I thought to do was play
My thoughts were never on tomorrow
Troubles walked right out the door
Seemed I could always find a way to win
So easy, met life with a silly grin
Far from me that exit sign
Away from worries that were not mine
Now tomorrow came knocking on my door
It stood impatiently waiting for an answer
Looks like it was always lurking there
As summer waits for spring to pass
Though they are cousins back to back
They're are as different as white and black
Here I was on the brink of my tomorrows
To see if I could find my way in a fearful world
Stay the course with courage I had yet to find
Oh, life rushes past , always in a hurry
I wish the world would slow its pace
Believe my friend, time will not wait for you
In just a moment your will have only memories of-
Tears of the heart wash away what is forgotten.
Heartaches spoil the tenacity of what to remember.
Eventually all things fade, both righteous and ill-gotten.
Our lives make choices even when we do not enable.
No-one will ever say that one person makes their mistakes.
Each one of us has held repercussions of a label.
Truth is we all lost something, though we know not what.
Hearing of others loss we feel compassion to give a lot.
Amid our own losses we harbor guilt, without thought.
Traveling, sometimes not understanding what is sought.
Great loves and friendships are forfeited, for no reason.
Our passion placed on hold, till rise of another season.
Taking tolls on our spirit, blaming all, on a certain demon.
A deficit of affection plays a role in which we become.
Women or men, whom leave or are cast, will succumb.
Another shall bring warmth, building a new rhythm.
Yea though, the one that got away shall bring wisdom.
Sponsor Thvia Shetley
Contest Name The one who got away
N*ever forget this day
I*n our hearts forever lives
N*ever forget this day
E*nemy took many lives
E*motions running still deep
L*et's remember nine-eleven
E*mbraced our brave heroes
V*iewed it all on tv screen
E*ntired world was in shock
N*ever forget nine-eleven
Dorian Petersen Potter
September 2, 2009
Inside of you.
Stop and see too.
my journey hath been
a dusty road at best
leading in many directions
finding no place to call mine
under the stars, I continue on
nature ignores my plight
creatures stare in disbelief
that one has seen so much grief
in a world of magical beauty
once upon a time I feared death
now I welcome it with each breath...
A verse in which certain
letters such as the first
in each line form a word
Secrets Of The Pink Floss Diary
Pink bubble-gum lip gloss is my signature smack and my best plan of attack.
Italian pumps of the best design prop up my gams,
making them look as if I ran lots of laps that day.
Nights of tango and salsa lessons give me the smoothest moves and
have the fellows asking me for more time on the dance floor.
Kudos the same fellows give me, for being so mellow and easy to get
along with when we’re out on a date.
Full of fun and laughter is what my friends and family all say about me,
they say that’s my best trait.
Learning how to lay back and enjoy the ride of life on the lazy river
is a great thing to enjoy each summer and all throughout life, too
much passes me by if I don’t take time to enjoy my life.
Opening my heart and my mind to people who are near and dear to me;
learning to always be present with those who are so special to me.
Showing those I love, how special they are by expressing to them
how much I love them and how essential they are to my life and
how much joy they bring to my life.
Spontaneously choosing the best moments to express my sexuality
with my soul mate seductively with a simple wink of the eye or the bat
of an eyelash is imperative to keeping our passion ever flowing.
This poem was inspired by Shirley Harrison’s Poem Candy Floss,
Before you read the poem please put together the first alphabet of each line to understand the theme…success personified (acrostic style with rhyme)
Seeds sown at the child’s birth,
Understand that to be born in sin, there is no dearth.
Cease to reason why the mother her name is always betrayal,
Come on we all know her best girl friends are struggle, heartache, disappointment and denial.
Ease into the child ears soft strain of lullabies of hardship,sorrow,grief and of people on trial.
Sure we are that the father his name is sufferings, his buddies are tragedy and despair,
Sweet child of the unholy union can be the one to get the electric chair,
But is known as SUCCESS if given tender loving care,
Oh its roots are always never too rich, that of multimillionaire.
Rise from the crowd below and climb the steps of glory,
Now on is the only aim for him so that in his memoir he can write a fine story….
I open my eyes and the week is through
To tell the truth it’s all up to you
Sometimes I wonder when the end shall come
Sunday morning all the rest will become.
Unlike any other day I look back at the week
No matter the outcome I still shall seek
Don’t put anything off until tomorrow
Another day arrives and gone is the sorrow.
Yesterday has come and now it is gone
Always it seems like I’ve taken too long
Give everything you have and you will smile
After all is said and done you shall see for miles.
Inside my heart I feel what is in store
Not to be confused, I wanted this more.
Unstrung as the brave
Nonviolent in protests
Questioning moral wrong
Unfavorable of unfairness
Extravagant in ideas
Taunted by the ignorant
Irascible over foolishness
Obsessed by cleanliness
Nameless to the envious
Ambiguous in everything
Bountiful in blessings
Liberal in thoughts
Enthused by laughter
Are interwoven, like the threads of a
Each day I wake knowing my
Spirit is filled with
The artistry of words and not
Really knowing how to express it;
Yet with the kind words of others and His Word I have the strength to live as a poet.
T esselating threads of time
A ppear in disorganized fashion
P erplexing colors woven in and out
E xpressing a jumble of emotions
S trikingly vivid highs and lows
T umultuous skies fade into
R ainbow valley of peace, hope
Y earning for the freedom to fly
Entered in Carol Brown's "Tapestry of your life" contest.
Enter on your tiptoes,
Dance through silver shadows:
Even though the gate is sealed,
Nirvana will soon be revealed.
Inside us all there is a light,
Stunted by the dark of night.
However, it can be restored,
Even made your own reward;
Rest, and you will be renewed.
Eden is here inside of you.
Nine dozens of
Veranda romance inside
Every man for no man
Running in place
Or dearest wife
Three in a couple
Riot in the bathroom
Every layer amassed vertically on the previous
Quintessentially abdicated from the next’s cornerstone
Upward from yet another illuminated chlorophyll-filled vascular vessel
Inspiring the growth of the next generation
Seemingly taxed at consecutive intervals
Each layer recedes like roman pilasters.
Tolling delicately to not topple the tower
Umbilical to existence,
Mother of creation is left on top.
I’m not blaming you…
Pretend I have not had the
Privilege of hearing those
Lines before. Tell me.
Eternal glare on my
Sunglasses, which I wear at night.
Only an annoyance…
Never to be worried about.
When with you, I feel like
An ice pick could go
Ear and into my brain, and I’d experience a similar
Reaction. I’d like to
Go drink cheap wine and
Lay in the back of my truck, on an old mattress.
Sing anything—as long as it’s
Santana…or soft Slipknot…
Right when I think
And every thought I have is cared about with real
Love by him it's dashed with his thoughtless
Over and over it's seems like
Nothing I do is really appreciated.
Can I really take on the
Reaching task of taking the first step and feeling
Nothing but "lost" in the process?
No one willfully wants to assist the blight
Only we seem to be, yet clearly in the right
They are and must come screaming bloody
Hell, what don't they understand? Something
In the dark cries out, nothing comes from nothing
No way no how, but endlessly they attack us,
Grueling begrudging and badgering, they rack us
So high and pull apart at the seems, till we give
Every drop of blood in our dreams, so we live
Ever thriving near the end of the road, and beg for scraps
Master says are gold, gold damnation for angels,
Seraphs set to weave our fortune,
Telling us one thing and giving us another
Oh God if I had a nickel for every time brother
Got a nickel? I could use one it seems to call
Irresponsibility back and get my quarter
Vile venomous witch, she's called, loitering
Evermore in my heart and home, so long.
Questioning the ideals of this age
Unlike our fast-paced friends who
Immerse themselves in noise.
Evenings are made for
This time of reflection.
Yesterday became today and then it just went
Only to realize that all the money was spent
Unrelenting the past shall reveal
As you are a magnet and I am steel.
Regardless of anything my heart still beats
Emotions are created by those I meet
Another day with another chance to set it right
My eyes see the moon as I head into the night.
Always the first to say just what I feel
Going full circle and wondering what is real
No one can see yet the cards shall reveal
Even when i close my eyes my fate isn't sealed
Today you are a magnet and I am steel.
Another day passes the sunset shall conceal
Nothing can change what my heart will feel
Don’t be afraid the new day shall arise
I’m just the one that falls for all I try
Anything goes yet another day goes by
Me by myself I sit and wonder why.
Someone calls out and I return from the dream
Today becomes easy like drifting downstream
Even I don’t always get it but I should just know
Eventually love is the key as the gentle summer wind blows
Leave it alone because it’s just the way it goes.
How did I breathe before you were near?
Each lonely feeling made to disappear.
Listening to your voice is music so sweet.
Looking upon you my heart skips a beat.
Oh how this feeling changes my life.
Lost in this moment I know no pain or strife.
Our joy and promise I am certain of;
Victorious union written in stars above.
Everything I am, I give you my love.
From darkness was where creation started.
Universally life acquired existence slowly.
Light the power which gave life openhearted.
Love which came grew into passion fluently.
Coming from the power of glory as been told,
Imploding creativity of the soul so sincere,
Revolving into the black holes that appear cold,
Cycles of life may begin again, so ever near.
Look into the abyss, see not dark, see the gold.
Everything has an end, though have no fear.
Lies fall upon my ears
Over and over again
Victims or volunteers
Everyone needs a friend
Things aren't that bad
How can you say
Everyone makes me sad
Love goes both ways
Or did you know a good deed
Returns back to you
Don't you get what you need
???It's what you don't do
Transforms the heart to a bigger size,
Raises the stakes in a relationship,
Unseals a new world for someone shunned,
Spurs confidence in the integrity of another, and
Takes effort for someone hurt in the past.
S...Satan in his domain was laughing
I...Ignorant was he, God he was sassing
N...Needing redemption..his eyes blinded
D...Death had come, so the captives could be freed
I...Instant redemption for man
E...Eternal life the plan
D...Death on cross brought victory
Poems that I never saw possible seem to pour
Out the center of my very soul.
This site is connected in a way that
Reaches even farther than personal relationships started from one's
Seeing peoples talents and creativity in the form
Of the written word is
Uplifting and brings
Peace to a heart that thought that poetry was lost.
I feed my love hunger in sad songs
I stop living my life in the shadows of my sorrow
I enjoy the happiness in small things
I'm calling sometimes the loneliness
I need myself back and I miss...You
I'm a dreamer and I hope the peace will follow ...The World.
I feel like I just left past shadows runaway
Before I grow taller in more ways that my soul needs
I first saw the future's mirror and sweet dreams that still feeds
My wick heart on hope's table that sends me faraway...
It seems to me that rock called sun is alive
Bringing vibes for those poor people who always pray
Without knowing that a stupid wish worth a life
Who goes into a world of forgiveness and happiness, where every angel lays...
My conscience is bleeding and I hear the death's crazy lyrics
My life is a slide show now and my only friend is the misery
When I say faith I hope to see innocence's dynasty
The Christians say I need Jesus touch in my world's roots...
I make mistakes like everyone, but I don't wish perfection
I only need God's angel for protection and affection
Sometimes I miss childhood with his naivety
And regret I'm a beginner is this world full of insanity...
H eart clouded and grim entwined with a mind clothe in darkness
A ffirming true evil conceived deep within its chambers
T winning with ego, it spreads, devouring like a wild fire
E very good thought, and like cancer, then turns on its host
~ Entry for Paula Swanson's "A Single Word" Contest
From the perspective of the main character....
I drink so I don't feel left out. I
Need to follow the cool and not the lame. Your
Feelings do not mean anything to me. Your
Life is not yours but theirs.
Used you like a dog and you follow obediently.
Everyone has a fun time and you follow and pretend. I
Need to follow to be cool.
Crash! Wake up! The
Perched high in the trees, the owl,
Lord of Mystery, looks downard for
An unsuspecting midnight snack.
Ignorant of its fate, the mouse
Nibbles on a fallen berry.
Just as mysterious,
Alluring but unknown,
No one ever sees you coming,
Even when they know you're there.
I am saved by those who learn from my mistakes
I open my eyes to see something else new
Amazing after seeing all that I’ve been through
My mind starts to dream and I drift away
Somehow I still arrive at today.
Another day with yet another chance
Viewed from the top where I take a stance
Everything seems to join together
Disappointment floats away like a feather
By this time I thought I would already know
You first plant the seed so something shall grow
The more I learn the less I know.
How many mistakes before I understand?
Only my heart knows the best that I can
So many things are just left to fate
Erase all that’s passed and wipe clean the slate.
When I feel saved is when my words are heard
How it got to this seems rather absurd
Only mistakes can teach you of life
Learn to forgive and forget about strife.
Every little piece becomes part of a whole
Another day passes, another day old
Remember or else you soon shall forge
No matter my fate the future is not set.
Finally peace arrives at my door
Receiving what my future holds in store
Only time can show me the key
Me, I just look and the more I can see
Many people come and then they go
Yet I still stand here trying to steal the show
More often than not you shall get what you send
Initially it might appear like the end.
Sometimes when I hurt I remember why
Too many mistakes based on somebody lie
Another chance for me to save myself
Kindness prevails sent by somebody else.
Every soul has spent some time on the shelf
So goes the discovery of oneself...
Surprise this is the month I was born.
Each time this month ends, I am forlorn.
Pressing winter is around the corner in scorn.
Though the colors changing and all they adorn,
Enrich days of this month especially in the morn.
My favorite month within the year, without mourn.
Because without this, I would maybe been unborn,
Each passing day serves to shatter warmth and warn.
Rendering nature’s time, we both wait to be reborn.
Yesterday is but the ghost of today,
All shades and mystique.
My demons clawing...
Troubles, all buried.
Seemed as though now nothing... distant dreams.
So vivid and clear,
Far from forgotten.
Away I drift into reflection.
Now to cast anchor,
It's the edge of the abyss.
Looks as if time to pay my piper,
As I must resolve the past
Though my coffers empty.
They're bound to refill.
Here is the tune,
To beat a new path;
Stay a moment with me just breathe.
Oh, my darlings fear not,
I see tomorrows light.
Believe in infinite endings for
In the end...
Yesterday is but the ghost of today.
Laughter, To Somewhat Understand Just one thing
Aptly, Mastering Arts Learned So long ago with self control
Seriously, Eager Headstrong Tot, not so long ago that I rolled
Readily, Steadily Running After Every Grim thing I found
Evil, No I am inwardly still trying to fathom hallowed ground
Vicious demons rip and claw and tell me not to go
Ever present, I stop and grasp right onto God, but not for show
Raring to deliver, I stop and quiver, yell and shed one tear too late
Early in the morning, woke up and put on my shoes
Must be sliding down the old river now, paid my dues
I cannot fathom anymore or any less than before
Telling me now in my heart and in my chest, open the door.
Announcing nature's glory
Putting songs to my life
Each day blessed by morning light
Sounds of my loved one's voices
Tears and laughter
Ruby sunsets to behold
Here today yet gone tomorrow
Open your heart and be willing to follow
Why is all I shall need to know
Time will come and then shall go.
I often wonder where I fit
My legs grow tired I have to sit
Eventually I see how it will be
From where I’m seated I clearly see.
Life seems to have a life of its’ own
Inside my heart the answers are shown
Even though there’s so much I still don’t know
Somehow this new life continues to grow.
Books of fragments of words and thoughts I had.
Returning to look back at them, no time, so sad,
Again I thought I would revisit them, but too bad.
I thought I placed them somewhere in my pad.
Now I knew they were lost, and then I got really mad.
My mind is now where I save words and thoughts to write.
After the loss of many writes, I felt this place was right.
Thinking constantly is my curse or virtue to any sight.
Tracing the memory recall of my mind, might seem so trite.
Each word or line I place down is erased from me as a byte.
Restoring new storage for more words of poetry to indite,
So the pieces of paper for me are simply impulses of light.
written by Cecil Hickman
Sponsor Carol Brown
Contest Name Pieces Of Paper...A Poet's Heart
Writhing words fly around in my head.
Realism and fantasy combined within.
I feel realism from what I have said.
Thinking is my pastime, maybe my sin.
Intelligence not always in what so read.
Note worthy maybe, where to begin.
Great poetry no, but simple lines fed.
Plain simple verse is all that I win.
Overtures of verse are all I spread.
Exemplary words escape my mental pen.
Telling of love, nature, happiness and dread,
Realistic views, simple thoughts of men.
You reading my words are my trophy instead.
Solitude's most precious hour
Obligation release your power
Let enlighting's miracle flow
Intercepting negative throes
Tune mind, will, and soul to Thee
Unlease voice and spirit to glee
Delightful time of solitude
Effervescent now with gratitude
Just once, could you
Over and over again and we
Even get to the point that I'm
Open your eyes to
Even a child can see
That it's your fault and you're the
Only one to
And just deal with your
Even though I don't know how that feels, I'm always here for you.
Floral fragrances fill the air
Lost memories appear everywhere.
Originally starting out as seeds
Wither without water and sun to feed.
Every morning they open up
Reminders of drinks taken from lifes cup.
Sent to show someone that you care
Caressing the senses, standing fair.
A flower to mark both joys and pain
Needing only soil, sun and rain.
Blossoming beauty ripe to be picked
Evoking emotions no one can predict.
Rolling onward, toward the goal,
Only slowing for a moment.
Take the time, enjoy the roses
That is what I was told.
Everyone told me I did too much,
Did I heed advice, no.
Fear drove me, fear consumed me,
Razed the ambitions I had,
Only for a moment, I grasped at a glimmer,
Maybe, I thought, I could touch the intangible.
Terrible, liar, I always was.
How can someone else believe, when I don’t.
Everything fell down.
Inside, I thought, inside is safe -
Nowhere is safe, failure the only option.
Somewhere, I’m laughing at my own tears,
I never knew how funny it was, to watch a person collapse.
Dread is a beautiful motivator, and a terrible mistress,
Everyone tried to warn me, did I listen, no.
Words come to me from inside my head.
Instantly, as I arise from out of my bed.
Today I search for where the words will go.
How will I view what the future shall show?
Another moment passes as time does fly.
Leaving behind me all that shall pass by.
Listening for a reason and wondering why,
I become a part of all the things I do try.
Knowing is not all it seems to be.
No one is left here it’s only me.
Only the truth can set me free.
When will I know all that I see?
[I'm a Law Student by trade (4 years) and have studied the life of a Serial Killer in
My heart and my eyes are really just one
Yearning to find yet another connection done
Here before me lies a blank page
Evaporating thoughts released from the cage
Always another connection to be making
Returning to give instead of taking
Today I see clearly the life together
And thoughts drift off as light as a feather
Now my heart tells me what was felt
Dropping some cards in the hand I was dealt
Everything seems to have its own special place
You look to the sky and encounter all of space
Even the stars and the moon start to shine
Sunset approaches as the day unwinds
Behaving one way in front of the eyes of another and behaving
in a complete different manner in front of the eyes of others.
Evil intentions acted out towards a confidant for the good of
one’s self and for the defeat of your confidant.
Twisting of the knife in the back of another,
bringing death to the trust of that relationship.
Returning to a relationship as if nothing significant
happened while you were away, knowing that hell will
come when they finally discover what you did when
their back was turned.
Acting out fantasies that you’ve played in your head over and over,
knowing that those actions will cause you to pay a big price.
You choose to satisfy your own cravings and desires,
without any caution to the feelings and consequences
they will have on others.
Asking one to forgive the unforgiveable and smile when doing it.
Lying to your trusted loved one to please your
own self serving desires or needs.
“If you tremble indignation at every injustice then you are a comrade of mine.”
- Ernesto Che Guevara
S he walks head high, resilient, Che t-shirt on, crimson red
O fficially a Mistress of Passion, armed with Marxist ideals
C an I keep on living like this?? Why must my people suffer for Political Pigs?!
I njustice fills the world, however equality could be
A chieved if greed was terminated and wisdom was acknowledged
L iving in harsh conditions, optimism
I ncreases by daily rations of inequality, that’s all that is given, to her
S mashed by life, by government, she strives to change the world
T inkering with timid minds of the meek
The Revolution Starts Today!
Los resultados no quizás sean hoy, ni mañana, pero
Si empieza en todo, debe empezar con nosotros
¡Viva la Revolución!
I open my eyes to see what might come
Sometimes I get lost and simply come undone
Emotions seem to get the best of me
Everywhere I look it is beauty I see.
Why am I here I just want to know
How can I learn when I sit in the last row?
Another chance comes my time is at hand
Time to find a solid place where I can stand.
Something calls to me I start to understand
Inside my heart I know I do the best that I can
Nothing else matters as I view what’s in store
Standing at the threshold I open the door.
Today everything seemed to fall into place
Only to realize I must have a littler grace
Regardless of everything I embrace what’s in store
Everything I shall receive I just wanted more.
S E L F P I T Y v I N V O L V E D
u v o r e n i e e n e o v i a v a
c e a a r s l l r s e l e s c e y
k n t u p t l l s t d u r t a r
i t h g e i e u a s n e t y
n u s h t l n d s n t m n i
g a o t u l o t o e y i n
l m a i b l f e n g
t l e w t n o y r s g
h y i i g d o i c i
e b t n y a t n h w n
a e h g d c h g e i d
e l h i n k e m t i
n i a c d s o n r m e h f
e e v r r t t o s y s f
r n i i a r i w i e
g a o s m u c l h n r
y t r i a s e e e t e
i s t d d a e n
f n g r n c
r g w i t t e
o h n
m e e g
t e t
h r I h
e y e
Another year slips away
Put on like 30 pounds
Pertty hard to take off
You see I like sea food I see it and eat it
Now with muse in hand
Even Jenny Crank has stepped up to the plate
With how to shed 14 inches off waistline in 1 week
You first have to eat 2 bars of exlax chocolate of course
Even choke down some of grannys castrol oil
Ass will be sore for a little while
Remember though the box and bottle does say warning
Little Pun For The New Me
Happy New Year's All
Also Entry For Carol Brown's
Acrostic Happy New Year Contest GL ALL
Avenged never by bloodshed yet seeing red
Never harming another yet thinking dark
Growing harder to control and feeling stark
Raving mad while pure rage unfolds
Yes it is taking over reason and rationality
Maybe these too will soon pass, be replaced
And yet love can be too late, without grace
Nodding silently to fury's haunting will
Letters he's written yet never able to seal
Ordinarly it's not his personality to steal
Serenity from those who are content
Eerily as of late he's been hell bent
Sadly, more so with every season
I've warned you now that wrath takes its toll
Tangibly irritating everyones spirit, and soul
Today is the day I reflect on the week
Opening my eyes possibilities they seek
Do all you can while there still is time
Another week passes and I’m doing fine
Yesterday was here but now it is done
Images of memories shine like the sun
Somehow all the pieces just join together
Sunday brings some more fine weather
Under the surface are the answers I seek
Now I can dig down and take a peek
Don’t put of something that you can do today
Another day presents yet another way
You discover youself in the words that I say.
Livid with unexpected rage,
Intended as a cure,
But fraught with
Antipathy runs amok.
While in the midst of a midnight storm,
I saw the blizzard grow strangely dark.
Never had I seen this awesome form.
That raged placing an indelible mark.
Even though I lived a half a century,
Releasing of power stuck in memory.
Slowly it ceased upon the break of day.
Animal like attitude played all night.
Daylight broke and from my first sight.
Ocellus objects appeared to surround.
Realistic, crystal shapes making no sound.
Nature’s glory of white stood all around.
Making my eyes see buried colors abound.
Evangelical shrouds covered, by the pound.
Now I know what I lost; now I have found.
Truth in beauty, winter’s adornment crowned
For Laura Mckenzie's contest.
Close eye lids
Cody of you I ponder
Obessed with concern and wonder
Desiring a good life and joy
Yearning for you to be a happy boy
Just come close to me
Understand my desire for thee
Standing beside you all the way
Thinking there will be a better day
I love you and always will
Now and untill God calls me and then better still
C omfort, Caring
A lways Answering
R eflective, Refreshing
O pen, Only-Offering
L aughter, Loving
B ringing Beauty, Bonding
R eaching, Reasoning
O riginal, Observing
W rought Worthy Writings
N arrates Nobly, Noticing …
… Really Makes For A Good-Evening:
Carol Brown’s Poem-Readings
(and I Mean Every Word of Each Line)
Your Poet-Sis ... MoonBee
Liars (an acrostic and rhyme)
by Amy Swanson, Nov. 2008
Look into my eyes, tell me the truth for once - a lie
Is all it ever was, I know that now.
Although my love for you runs deep, my soul
Retreats from your caress; you have
Shown me you are just another one of many liars.
Liars always seem to know
exactly what to do;
they'll say whatever it might take
to make you think the lie is true.
In deceit they spin their webs
of never-ending lies,
and get so comfortable with it
they'll look you in your eyes
and make it seem so real, and true,
the words they say could make you weep;
but they are simply con-men,
the masters of deceit.
However, there will come a day,
when they no longer can atone
for loved ones will no longer listen
and they will wake to find they are alone.
I don't (pray about it)
Know what to do? My mind has
Never been so blank; but I'm
Open for any new or
Winning ideas. (pray about it)
What if I just (pray about it)
Hum and hull about it until it turns into
A health problem? No, you're right,
That won't do.
Don't you just hate it when the
Obvious answer to your problems is right in front of your face! (pray about it)
Here we go again trying to outdo our past
Another year gone and lessons that won’t last
People before principles is where we’re heading I fear
Prudence has been lost, common sense shoved to the rear
Year past we had a shred of hope for peace at least
New Year’s come yet upheaval still rules the Mideast
E-boli is forgotten and our current pandemic is the flu
What government population control is coming anew?
You see fights, stupidity, pollution, wars, and history of it all
Each generation perpetuates its own fall
Are we ever going to learn our lesson? Gain and grow?
Revel in the New Year if you can … use what you know
Many say that the future no-one can predict at all.
Yet through our past many prophesize what they saw.
Crystal a metaphysical item that has held much mystery,
Recollections of stories told that so many could see.
Yet not only through all seeing balls are parts of history.
Stars have been used to foretell, in amazing accuracy.
Thoughts brought on in different ways, blind us deeply.
Allusions in dreams have come true rising in lucidity.
Like for me, my dreams, not all but some, pan out literally.
Blessings or maybe a curse, time will show us all veracity.
Another century or after end, our knowledge will hold infinity.
Listen to all the stories being told, some chaos, others indemnity.
Learn there are many things that we know not of our residency.
Illusion, from the
Rendition with its
Obscure depth and
Corners in the paintings'
Ultimate expression of
Out from her mind.
Wet,wonderful, clean, and refreshing
(Allegory for something as well as plain water.)
Transfixed into another world, my senses keen
Having the chance to exchange glances in life,
An hour or so was enough time; I wanted seen.
Thinking about that night, delivers such strife.
Now awakened, that night haunts me so.
I live in utter dismay, angered of the loss.
Going through life heartless, who will know?
Heart broken, mind scattered, my soul cross.
That night, cursed my life, truth will never show.
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Simple muscle movements; so everyone sayS
Many hearts are brightened by their happy beaM
I love to see one light the eyes; as the mouth says HI
Listening to a child's laughter always makes mine swelL
Everyone looks beautiful when they wear a smilE!
Can't you picture
Right when your big break
Massive heart attack, a
Sudden loss of a loved one, and
The total destruction of your home
All at once.
No one on Earth
Can erase the initial pain you'll go through; but
Everyone has to learn that true joy is learning not to
Settle and remain in your "disaster"; but, to thrive and live beyond your circumstances.
Tons of headaches and
And forth from hospitals because of another near
Death experience. I have
Never ending fights with my family, and I'm sure that
God doesn't exist; but I'm rich,
Poor man. My life must be better than yours! Well,
Like you, rich man, I have
Arguments with my family, over money of
Course and headaches about my bills; but I have a God that has promised an
Eternal life and a prosperous life before I die. What about you?
Sir? Yes, poor man. I'll give you all my money if you'll just trade places with me!
Master of my own fate and desires
Issues commands and orders for his good
Serene in my new found desires
Trusts only one explicitly
Respects all who choose this path
Expects to be obeyed no matter what
Sees a whole new world before me
Sets my sights on this lovely new life
S-shy but saucy
A-Able to relate
G-Gleeful and sometimes goofy
R-Rascal at heart
Slip away for a moment
Listen to life’s sounds fade into fog
Kin to a hawk sighting possible prey
Awareness sliding into focus
Gaining momentum as you sink
Aspirations of creation
Inspiration raising neck hairs
Such is the way of selfish
Transferring feelings to thought
Making believe for the joy
Younger and older at once
Can this be held for the nonce
Held in contentment lazily lax
Even as sweet Summer rain
Ever adance on smoky glass pane
Ken ye the source of my pain?
Vainly searching who to be
Avidly yearning for more in me
Trifle bouts of insecurities
Yawning at the piercing pleas
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Gemini is the third astrological sign traits show they are
Extrovertly masculine and positive
Mercury is their ruling planet And they are
Imaginative to say the least
Norse Gods Loki Freyr and Freyja is associated with
Inquisitive intellectual and mentally oriented minds
G E M I N I T H E T W I N S
May 21st - June 21st
The Madness Continues
Rigid as steel he sleeps, stiff and lifeless,
Inert, a shell of a man who liked to laugh.
Gone through the valley of death him who
Once was filled with much capacity to love.
Rest in peace, brother, whoever you are.
More of the same will most certainly ensue
Out in the harsh, unforgiving desert sands.
Rue the day when leaders set forth agenda
To pursue wily enemies with phantom WMD.
In the mortuary a chaplain kneels in prayer,
Soldier takes his last, long journey home.
A bove Below
H eavens cried on man
I n the form of rain
N arcissus he is
G ris-Gris on his neck
E vanescent without complain
Determined to forget all that has happened
A life of regretts
Managing to get by day by day
After the storm settles another begins
God has but kept me strong in adversity
Every thought of him helps me through the pain
Day after day I wish for a new life for this one is damaged
Cornfields sway in the gently blowing breeze
Out in those golden hills right there in the haze;
Rustic silos keeping up with harvests spilling,
Nooks and corners to the brim overflowing.
Until sundown from the morn’s faint early glow,
Carts of wheat on beastly shoulders come and go;
Oh, the infinite abundance in God’s great domain,
Plains and valleys singing their joyful refrain.
Intriguing that despite the earth’s limitless bounty,
Apocalyptic hunger remains in man’s destiny.
Please don't think me demented
Until you have walked a mile
Zooming through my thoughts
Zest for life bubbling from your heart
Love for all a must
Excuse me? Were you speaking to me?
Damn; I was puzzled there for a minute!
Morality is morality, there's no ifs
Or buts about it, either you obey
Rules or you throw them aside.
Always for each transgression
Lies a matching retribution.
For every seed that you sow
Is a grain waiting for reaping,
Be it a good one or otherwise.
Exceptions are not options,
Row your boat...or you sink.
Complicated words that strike at my mind
Only come to do battle with my sanity
Never letting go of my personal thoughts
Finding their own use for my vanity
Under their power, I find I am
Secretly, I am wishing to be free
Every thought that I have ever had
Does nothing, in my mind, to help me
I’m so confused!
Many Days should speak, and multitude of
Years should teach wisdom, I said. But
There is a spirit in man: and the inspiration
Of the Almighty giveth him understanding; therefore,
No prophecy is by the will of man, but holy men of
God speak and write the word as they are moved By the
Unction of the Holy Ghost for the edification and
Exhortation and comfort of those who will hear and read.
Young at heart
Delight sings in her slow dancing verses
Responding to internal joy
Under its spell of illusion
I consider returning reply
Duty compels me to reason
I shake off her clutching hands
Coils shatter loose in confusion
Descending to fall at my feet
Responding in kind
And trying to find
Colorful words of endeavor
Or stating it simply
No hidden evasion
I mean no invasion of Self
An attempt at reply to an acrostic cry
Never tempered my internal elf
Did you think for a moment,
anxious prodigal would ever forget?
Do you regret, as I, hereditary stubbornness?
My favorite childhood memory
Starched, bleached, hourglasses internal playmate,
Two unsung heros, far from home, adventure underway.
Indigo Comanche, flecked in dawns final burning breath.
Looking upon a pristine canvas, we’ll be the first to etch.
Listening to your legacy, innocent wonder reflects in my eyes.
Hanging enraptured, on your every word,like-
Eternally desperate boot tips brushing a single blade of grass.
Running, fear forgotten, Styrofoam steed faithfully in tow.
Exhilarated anticipation, Apaches saline mourning.
Trepidation although is apprehension
Rankle causes much irritation.
Enmity what a deepseated hatred
Meretricious always vulgar when stated.
Embroil involves a hostile reaction
Nemesis our inflicter of exaction.
Denial is often refusal to grant the truth
Obloquay utterances of discredited ill repute.
Ululation allows lamenting loudly
Salutations express good will proudly.
Tremulous leaves one timid and fearful
Ideology aspires our cultures tenfold.
Dread is a profound fear and terror
Ardor is a passionate zeal we conjour.
Literacy's our strongest armor from birth
Ostracizing accomplishes nothing on earth.
Fallible teaches were all capable of erring
Tenuous at best foster's very little for sharing.
Obstinately stubbornly adhering to the course
Resurrecting our voiceless thoughts of remorse.
Tenacity well preserved, lends one true to themself
Unequivocal doubts of blatant misunderstanding oneself.
Rigidity prevents us from participating in life
Empowerment allows passage to surrender our strife.
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Herculean strength of desire
Of the things in life to acquire
Patience, one must first aspire
Eases, for a while, mind in dire
Have and hold.
Special hopes and dreams, of my
Spliced within the
Splendors gracing our lives
Happily, I seal my pledge with this kiss
Assuredly, this love shall last eternally
Simply running won't deter them
Hiding under beds and tears
All the hope you caught and hoarded
Drain like liquid with your fears
Owls clasp the bulging moon
Wishes snatch your feet
Simply running won't deter them, shadowed, incomplete...
A candied feast
Keep me away far from this harsh city life,
Away from non-stop noise and all the strife;
Lights from dazzling neons make me dizzy,
Enough of this rat race, I’m sick of this reality!
Into my own I retreat, into myself I will escape,
Doldrums and urban worries I cannot keep;
Onto the farm amongst the sky and the trees
So in silent prayer I'll drop down on my knees.
Come with me, my beloved, let me take you
Out of the blaring sounds of pulsating disco;
Pastoral life awaits us there in the country,
Ethereal beauty is all that we will ever see.
Turning away from peace
Seems to bring
Unsettling truth to the mind.
Nervous we stand
At attention while the
Mounting war toll
Inundates our mind.
Disarrangement overwhelms our company
Years of family tales to tell
Scars from previous combats
Fierce conviction handed down so well
United in chaotic conditions
No responsibility for actions revealed
Typical disorganized reunions
Irrational behavior tightly sealed
Order is not on the menu
Nor is the tranquility we all long for
A slice of bitter pie we offer
Longing to indulge sour pastry more
Forever we’re united
As all family members should be
Maybe my families not perfect
Innocent love is all I can see
Leaning on each others shoulders
Yesterday or today, we’ll always disagree
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
To be noticed
Helplessness is not their weakness
Amiably searching to find their way
Never throwing their hands in
Dealing the cards they continue to play
Ignorance is sadly mistaken
Corrupted minds already at check mate
Anger and frustrated by the unawareness
Poorly trained society is their inevitable fate
Pleased at the simplest achievements
Every day actions we simply dismiss
Disabled is just a word, let us all see the heavenly bliss
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Sights of color
Congradtulation on creation & salvation while the congregation gives explanation
of our nation as education to this foundation as frustration rocks the situation
and the vibration gives separation to the revelation and realization of this
westernization and U.S.'s operation to add inspiration to this manifestation of
private corporations & organization as they hide there procrastination and
interpretation that all is under investigation, as immigration's discrimination and
demand of proper identification to all civilization, merely a broad interpretation
of the Bush administration and the daily variations of it's covert operation while
we sit with speculation waiting for an explanation or at lease a translation of
THERE constitution & THERE capitalization, which is just commercialization of
cannibalization with determination with aplitude mutilation of misinformation, all
mind molestation, or brain masturbation this is globalization at it's finest, the
neutralization of all sensations, narrations of war & relation with no appreciation
for our imagination, we dream of normalization, dreamof revelation, and an end
to this desperation of this damnation, to restore salvation, bring transformation
to this population and peace to ALL generations.