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Open Sores

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

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO

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So You Want To Know Me?

So sensationally super; Sagittarius son of John Spence
Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence’s son
Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising
Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman
Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran
Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster

Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel
Oppresso de liber, optimistically captivating; oratorical
Saintly passionate, succulent salmon sampler; sweetheart!
Exquisitely enchanting, enchantingly amatorious; éclat!
Playful, painstakingly passionate, pajama wearer, patient 
Handsomely helpful handyman, harmonizer of happiness

Sweet as syrup, shining armor off the shelf; savoir-faire!
Red-blooded poetry connoisseur and radioactively lovable!


Won Seventh Place Position
"Tell Me About You Contest"
June 16, 2010
Sponsored by Amy Green


Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr

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my loves !

It is an Acrostic *smiles*  study
this here write...much love ya'll !

Copyright © James Peranteau

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The Sun Rises- -The Moon Sets

These were set in motion from the beginning of time.
Heavens abound in each of their glory, power sublime.
Every excursion that they set upon revolves in rhyme.

Solar orb that secures life upon this planet we dwell.
Universally seen around our globe, for all to tell,
Never tiring it revolves, captured within its cell.

Rising up from its core, flares of powerful streams.
I respect what has risen from the sunny beams.
Sharing the glory that it has upon everyone, it seems.
Evident by the life that it supports even in dreams,
Solar star of daylight hours continue as nature deems.

Till nightfall approaches while another completes the set.
Helping to guide travelers for centuries the positions to get,
Evening ignites different phases upon this satellites debt.

Monthly revolutions of this celestial body sway the hours.
Orbital bliss has spoken richly along with romantic flowers.
Opening souls in sensuality and fulfilling romantic powers.
New moon to which many have fell into its magical showers.

Splendor of the night as it falls to set upon the new dawns light.
Exemplary versions follow a pattern, which marvels natural sight.
Take notice of what you may be missing each upcoming night.
Said, I’ve heard, old sailors delight, shining, enchantingly bright.

Copyright © cecil hickman

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Copyright © JADE EXIT

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Yesterday Acrostic

Yesterday I thought about the fears of tomorrow
All day I was sucked in that vacuum of sorrow
My worries weren’t grounded in reality
Troubles like these are not an extension of me
Seemed like the dread made sense at the start
So authentic, as if it came from a flow chart
Farfetched though, this assessment that I contrived
Away like some theories that are no more than jive

Now I must tell the truth by stating that fear
It is embarrassing, I know, but I need to be clear
Looks like I’m deathly afraid to step on a crack
As I was told, it’s apt to break my mother’s back
Though how could that be?  Well, I never asked
They’re quite certain though, that she’d end up in a cast
Here and now, we are starting the official today
To which I must chance it, by walking a sidewalk all day
Stay in doors?  I wish.  Oh yes, I wish there was a way!

Oh, I suppose I could walk with a certain cadence
I think that I can step on the concrete in segments
Believe me, it’s been done, coz when I look around
In my own neighborhood, and in our larger town
Yesterday I saw mothers; their outlook is sound

Copyright © David Fisher

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Moments of quiet stillness
Each one a glittering
Diamond to the soul
I cherish.
Teach yourself
At least once a day
To visit the silence
Inside you.
Open your heart
Nurture your dreams.

Copyright © Greta Robinson

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New Year (Acrostic)

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!

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr

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My Only Blessing is Peace Earned

The beginning of my thanks begins at knees,
Having my aches eased, or body suffused,
All that comes to mind is sleep and serene.
Nobody that offers bread can empty,
Knives may cut meat and find platter greasy,
Supper ended, dishes done, there’s always cheer.
Give one for the road, one for tomorrow,
Invest within self, hugs or tomato growing,
Venture into unknown so what is known
Is another taste that takes you back to home.
Nothingness can fill everyone’s hands if home
Gives back to our bodies and delivers to me peace.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper

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AFRICA 2 acrostic

                AFRICA 2

Adoration of sunlit bold high plains
Frozen herds torn from creation’s page
Rocking tribal fears—who’s got the reins?
Innocents are hurt while tempers rage
Call for voices high and voices strong
Africans say hide when things go wrong

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop

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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

Copyright © Amy Rose

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Clutter Free

Chaotic disarray no doubt,
Lost things never found,
Understanding things must change,
Time is wasted searching 'round.
Take control and organize,
Everything must have its place.
Remove the unessential junk,

Freeing up much needed space.
Regroup, remove, refine, refresh,
Eventually you'll have success,
Evicting all your cluttered mess.


(Now if I'd only follow my own instructions!)

Copyright © Kim Merryman

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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
Eternity given
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***

Copyright © Amy Rose

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Leo, an Astrology Acrostic

Leo, an Astrology Acrostic
    by Amy Swanson

Loyal friend who'll laugh with you, the sun rules their playful heart;
Engagingly eclectic, they'll give all they have; forgive them if they seem a little bossy. 
Outgoing with majestic charm, they'll walk with you until the very end.

*Inspired by Danielle White's astrology acrostic contest*  -- I had to get in on the fun! :)

Copyright © Amy Swanson

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If You Think

If You Think...

If you think a love like a mother will exist, there and then  
You must have been building castles in the air and thus 
 Need a medic or an injection to kill that feeling of an outcast-
 A shadow of falsehood you’ve been chasing.
 Friends like mothers will exist no doubt about that
I'm but particular about if boldly will exist in instant world, where 
Sailing through has no backfire or low indignation, where  
 Right to freedom and possession would not be denied, where 
 Behind your backs, you would have all sides’ safety
Like the baby in the mother's womb, or the sun in the sky.
 A bounty ground, a must be aftermath of the journey on free
 Bridge on the cross roads, and lanes, and water, and bushes
 Over the mountain; the rock, the valley and the hill, and on the
 Troubled memory of liquors, women, demigods and kings of miseries?
 Water full of love is only a reservoir for the Creator asides mothers. 
I may be viewed as uncivilized or sound barbaric by this logic, but reasons 
 Will proclaim reality in my tone, stand and modest mood.
 “Ease! Be at ease!!” The breeze from the mothers’ bosom’s recollections sway, that 
Your mind would seek forgiveness and refuge from her, then the All Forgiver. Then true
Mind will redeem and have the lasting rest of his life, yield to and fulfill mother’s wish. 


Note: Mothers addressed here may not necessarily be ones biological mother. It could be he or she who is never sick or tired of listening to you, hearing your plights or problems and helping you proffer solutions to them. He or she never discourages, never over-pampers and pray for your success at all times...
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Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole

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© Demetrios Trifiatis
     28 MAY 2013 

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis

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Lost In Thought

Now who would of thought the thoughts that would truly get the mind lost in fragile thought?
 So much on our known life, 
about unknown death when we laugh at others but at ourselves we really cry, 
in our very own hidden truth lies, 
amongst our own poeple who we defy, 
until we fight, 
for wrongs for personal rights, 
**** the darkness is what make us appreciate the light, 
I dont talk the talk nor do I walk the walk because I walk my talk while I swagger and swerve im my talks through these walks,
 Life can get so messy with death that its time for those of us here to grab the broom so God can mop,
 I live life to the fullest with what little I have because I dont have a lot, 
I live life shitty sometimes like almost everyone else like it or not, 
Im not special Im so unique Im individual with word talent I know I got, 
I know what I dont have so its important more knowledge among me is sought, 
I can be wrong half the time but can still make it 100% right I was self-taught among a young soul that seems to be bought,
 I got a bad limp but dont get me wrong I can still gallup through darkness while I jog lost in the early morning fog waiting to be patiently found in the midnight lounge where I trot,
 Truly lost so easily in profound hard thoughts litterally running from the cops waiting to duck and dodge from open gunshots,
 Bodies and shells drop where caskets are made among a dying crop, 
I can still make a splatter where there was just but a tiny dot, 
I used to have merely nothing now atleast I can truly say I have a safe spot, 
I was found looking for truth in lies lost in thought....

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill

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Paying close attention to Others I forget myself Staying grounded is tough I try remaining positive Telling my self that I’ve the right stuff Vanity goes no where Expression means much more

Copyright © Amanda Moore

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The Big Bad Wolf

Time is going by
Hell is breaking loose
Everybody is running, running, jumping, paralleling by

Bright eyes surround you, they have never, always, sometimes, been waiting
If the stars blink out, the sun burns out, the moon falls down
Great savta's all around, will have never been creating

Bright, bright, bright, living it up
All the blessings and curses of the universes
Dished out in one golden cup

Wish, wish, faith, hope, pray upon a star
Often someone will hear
Like an Angel, They always know where you are
Fall away, and pray that you can hold all you hold dear

Copyright © Rebecca Berezin

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M ishigama my love,
I nto your water wonderland of brook trout and deer I
C an hear the cherubic song of chirping robin and rustling pine.
H eavenly harbors and pristine beaches shape a welcoming hand
I nfused with indigo lakes and teeming streams while three
G reat lakes enshroud to form a kirlian aura of rippling verve.
A live for but a flicker of time, my Michigan home away from Home
N urtures and readies me for the final cruise to the Wonderland of Love.

Note: The word ‘Michigan’ is a Frenchification of the Ojibwe word ‘Mishigama’ which 
means ‘large water’.

Copyright © James Rasmusson

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Seeing, what others want us to see,
Invigorate ‘them’, by subduing our plea.
Tears inside, still continuing with a glee,
Temporal affiance, desisting us to be free.
If this is life then what are we?
Condign figurine, maneuver by thee.
Even if we wish to, cannot flee,
Hypocrisy insinuates a denouement spree.
This world! A forlorn tree,
Subtle roots, nix flowers to be.
Living in the jungle of heartless “HE”
Don’t snatch my heart, I prithee,
In the name of God, let me---------- be ME.

Copyright © AMIT JOSHI

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Majestic leaves, trees, and flowers surrounding
Each deep breath feels empowering
Daoism adheres to “all is one” and “one is all”
Instantly… all chalkboard writing vanishes, nothing else befalls
The road to the energy center unveils
Air flows through the lungs, everything else pales
Time itself seems to slow to a halt
Instinct dominates the other senses in a sudden assault
Opening a gateway to a serene dimension
Nourishing the soul, meditation stretches the tension


Copyright © Michael Mitchell

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Fluff It Up

<                                  Fluff of billowy clouds
                                     Looking like they have Angelic faces
                                     Utterly smiling down on Mother Earth
                                     Forecasting peace for all mankind
                                     Foresakes for all sinners

Entry For
Carol Browns 
Fluff Contest
G.L. All

Copyright © Katherine Stella

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The Transformation

Shed the clay that strives to be an anchor
Tarnishing, but for awhile, the dreams of man
Addled hopes can rise in the morning’s mist
Instead of languishing beneath despair
Replenished strength awakens the spirit
With a simple drink from the Milky Way
And flirtations with Perseus opens up
Yielding beauty in heaven’s realm
The grave that holds yet, a soul to Earth,
Owns the judgment of defeat
There is none, but one, that must decide
How to build on wishes made
Even when the faltering of darkness
Shadows well the light of faith
There is a spark that burns the night
As gravity shows force, to mark a trail
Rise! Rise, you fallen man!
Strive to be among the stars

-Virginia Mitchell

Contest- STAIRWAY TO THE STARS (Acrostic)
Sponsor- Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 

Copyright © Virginia Mitchell

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© Demetrios Trifiatis
     06 JUNE 2013

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis

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Happy New Year Acrostic

"Hope deferred makes the heart sick"

Another years end came too quick.

Pressing business came and went,

Peoples love they never sent.

Yesterdays youth dies in the mirror,

New Years day is here!

Every dream has a new sound,

When loss brings a tear.

Yet, the future for us is not clear,

Even tomorrow is not sure to come.

Another day working to make you numb,

Rest assured your day will come, this new year.

For the New Year Acrostic Contest.

Copyright © Christopher Bunton

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C hivalry is not dead but alive in a gallant gentleman like me
H ailed as honorable, my desire is to treat each woman like a queen 
I  nspired by the Lord, I live each day dutifully by the Word of God
V aliance, a trait I aspire to, fighting for truth even though I am flawed
A lways courteous and polite, respectful in my speech and actions
L oving my neighbors and enemies as myself in all my interactions    
R eaching for the stars, I dare to dream yet keep my feet upon the ground
Y ears from now, I will have no regrets for I gave love abound  

*The picture is David Beckham on a white stallion. If I'm going to be a guy, I might as well be a good looking one! 

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 2, 2012
For the If I Were A Boy contest (Frank Herrera)

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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One thing, we all have in common worldwide.
Because we need it to be human to provide,
Secrets fantasies keep most from going insane.
Even though each knows they will not gain.
Sure enough we all have these thoughts or deeds.
Spending money, wasting time to plant these seeds,
Inventions of the desires prepare the mortal mind.
Obsessions vary from the wild to tame we find.
Now step back and think about your life’s fixation.
Seek out your fantasy or reality that steals passion.

Copyright © cecil hickman

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A Freedom Cry

A long time ago we were plagued with tyranny.
Freedom was their quest, ancestors won it morally.
Real freedom comes with hard work and tenacity.
Everyone wants a free ride, as is happening currently.
Each, of us is becoming an insincere, minority.
Delivering, into their hands, all the precious authority,
Our lives have become, what our ancestors, fled in posterity.
Many liberties and independence, is being taken by piracy.
Causing, loss of stability to our way of life and past warranty,
Rebellion is not needed yet, though it may become an irony.
Yes, we are allowing our choice, to be forced into conformity.

Copyright © cecil hickman

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My Vision, Her Dream

Mentoring a talent, gifted and mature, way beyond her years
Anchoring a show, on television, serenely she appears.
Narrates the story of Mirabai, I sadly missed the premier
Audio cassettes get released, by an accomplished career.
So very beautiful, yet her soul, is so crystal clear
I feel incompetent to counsel her, if I should be sincere.
Painstaking and meticulous, she wants to be number one
Radiating eyes with a determined look, even while she’s having fun.
Afraid I am that in her quest, not to be undone
Sashay away would she, towards the starting gun?
Aside would she cast her gift away; weighing a thousand ton?
Dream her dream; I hope she does, and reach out for the sun.

Copyright © Nitesh Aggarwal