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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

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Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook

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The number the brand

When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child,  chai .

I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met 
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .

Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?

It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History 
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .

The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.

It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing ,  cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .

There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love,  and reunited with the ones they lost .

The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time . 
You could not,  but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see . 
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet,  of the Hostility .

I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish,  chosen Religion.

There as I held her frail , old hand  , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago .   In 1945  , once in our distant, yet Frightening  past . 

We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
                                " Etta Babooshka Kofman  "

Copyright © Shanity Rain

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Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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The Going Insane

     SARAJEVO the going insane
Could anyone explain the going mad
of someone whom your life's depended on,
or how, the sanity, all they have had
grows weaker until all they've had is gone?

You know their love's been such a part of you
but life had reason, it just couldn't stay,
and in your heart you know the love was true,
it did not end, it only slipped away.

To watch, as those you've loved, grow weak in mind
is watching death--in all your eyes can see,
and helpless, all your hope is but to find
their death is not as fast as death should be.

   It takes a long time knowing all is gone
   and longer finding reason to go on.
© Ron Arbuthnot aka Ron wilson

Copyright © Vee Bdosa

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Earth Missile

O'Lordy, a nuclear missile, yes nuclear.
Bent on control and devastation, control of a nuclear bomb destroying the Earth.
On land when feeling the destruction, fearful, powers of the lord, while seeking
the Lord.
Fearful, frightened, shivering, the day of judgement is only to'so.
How to construe power, fear and destruction.
The power is immense, shivering, a crack in the core.
Fearful, how will I survive?

Copyright © Moses Samandar

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My Sins

My Sins – Zamreen Zarook

Oh God you are so gracious,
Am a guy who have done since in capacious,
At times I have being as a carnivorous,
But it charged ages to identify as dangerous.

Since are being committed behind the screen,
Even it started at my thirteen,
Mirrors used to say that I am evergreen,
Whereas my since were always unseen.

In enormous number I have executed,
But for every count, high privacy was aborted,
Simply because of your blessings we are bracketed,
If not, we are already being quoted.

Oh God, I understood your kindness,
Here after I won’t commit since in others absence,
However much chances I get to access,
I will always have heaven as my address.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook

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I remember my childhood
playing without thinking
what would happen next.
I just live life to the fullest.
I am so naïve
believe only in happiness.
No problems to think.
No harm in the mind.
Just enjoying every laughter
with the friends whom I never met again
in my lifetime after those moments.
I don't know where they are right now.
I love you past. 

Copyright © Neldy Jolo

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The Magik Of Love

Reflections in the mirror were getting scary I could not carry the weight of my pain it almost took my life to learn to love again for I have made a friend somewhere along my long lost way I hope that I helped him just a fraction of how he helped me maybe that single thought is what finally gave me my peace enough to release so much stolen energy Now I am not afraid to walk where the streets are hot for I thrive in Hell's kitchen where the devil stirs my pot for I now have him quiet tame I sacrificed my dragons at the alter of my name and now you are my slaves any time I need I'll call upon my superhero's to come and rescue me like my Saint Toni who swept me off that bridge and showed my how a death can be the greatest reason to live for she was the seed to grow my Eden then a man from a foreign land gave me something in myself to believe in the magik of Love.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.


Copyright © JAY JOHNSON

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When He Breaks You

When He breaks you

It is to re-make you.


If given the choice

To give destiny your voice

You would undoubtedly have picked this state

Such is the irony of fate


He breaks you now

So you later see the how -

How the pieces of your journey come to be

A slow but eventual solving of this mystery


He makes you work work work – then fail

So that you realize your means are of no avail

Without His will -

But feel His mercy fill -

Even through the aches still


He punctures your bubble of hope

To teach you the meaning of struggling to cope

To avoid you saying ‘this was all from me’

Which you might say if it always did come so easy


He lets you fall

So that when you stand

It’s straight and tall

Your past sorrows

Not letting you drown

Without your ego

Weighing you down


Even while the road appears smooth

He lets you trip and trip again

So that you might stumble upon hidden treasures

From the dirt, which you may otherwise not gain


In essence,

He knows Best

The perfect Teacher

Who puts the perfect test



He breaks you

To re-make you…


Copyright © Aya Salah

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The Maker Of Miracles

I am the maker of miracles a real spiritual man waltzing through shadows as they pull me back in I know I must escape them any way I can I know the way out like the back of my hand It's just me and the maker together, he and I I told you God is in me you just thought I was high talking with the Zeta's they tell me just why everything has an ending and the old me, must die I'm Calm as a bomb in the eyes of a storm they stare upon me as if I've been warned turn me inside out as a goodness is born I wear my battle scars so stars know I'm war torn When the gift of life is freed from inside the fire starts fading then the anger subsides like the great phoenix, I go back in time a miracle is born and now that I'm revived in my new life, I shine.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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angry for GAZA

Yesterday in GAZA 
I saw a mother's tears 
About his family martyrs 
You don't know how I felt 
I thought I'll kill myself 
I used to ask her (myself) 
How can I go there ? 
How can I help them ? 
Why am not I brave ? 
Especially this time 
Why am I so late ? 
Why do I stay behind ? 
My wall's shade 
I wanted to fight, didn't I ? 
Why am I scared from the fake ? 
Sons of Zion, the wrongdoers by their crimes 
This is a big mistake 
How can I go ? 
In order to show 
To all this world 
How I shall swallow 
This Israel, like the pea 
Mix it with the peach 
I'm not joking here 
It's just I wanna volunteer 
By everything I've, even it's my ears

Copyright © Mohammed Demmane MOHDC

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I am seeing your picture
I miss you
I want to hug you
It’s your fifth birthday
I want to see you
I was not granted
I am far of you

Allah knows I love you.
I love you Ratuku.
See you when you are big enough.
Sometimes I restrained not to see your picture.
I know I would be hurt of not being with you in person.
I know I am missing you so much.
I know I cannot hold you.
I know my tears would be falling.

Later you will understand
You will understand why we are apart
You will understand why I am held not to see you
You will understand why you are taught to hate me
You will understand why when you hear “Ayah” you feel fearful
You will understand why I love you so much

I love you and see you later if not soon.
I love you Anakku.
And you know that I love you!

Copyright © Neldy Jolo

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It is in heaven I shall live forever
the earth is my floor
and the sky is my canopy
it sends the rains to make rivers
to water me and grow me plants
for a simple sustenance
and for me a bountiful food

I do not meanly the falsehood
and concealing the truth 
I do not create mischief
and trouble in my homeland
I am created from nothing
and nothing is me
and that me is secret to itself

A secret that Allah kept to discover
where I shall believe is true
nothingness is only seen from nothing
that nothing exists to prove I am nothing
that nothingness exists
in my existence it is indeed nothing
I do exist as nothing.

As I shall always need to believe
that my life would be restored
it is upon my life’s death
that Allah will teach me what I do not know
He will teach me who knows nothing
that nothing is indeed me
and without Him I really mean nothing!

UCA, Kota Kinabalu,
29 June 2014
1st Ramadan 1435

Copyright © Neldy Jolo

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Forced me into the birdcage
nervous while plundering
The lash around my neck
result of blundering
Awakened my wrath 
vigorous equally thundering
Lost in panic, 
facade of a dervish wondering.

Copyright © Roya Zereh

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Fraternity And Sorority Row Ooh Lah Lah

Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi

SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!

Plane ride out...tonight...air...seems too...stiff...comfy...Miss?

Eddy...'goina...miss 'ya...well...seems...kinda sad...but...miss?

Lord...what...the F...class past noon...sunset in...a pool!

Dear...oh well...close this 'ol...journal...the all...the school!

Soap...and...shave...buff''s...a start!

Dorm's...a start...but...classes...and notes...cute as darts...a tart!

Clothes...just and and  face...perfect!

The Row...burgers 'n cheese...yogurt 'n cheese...the bike...the look...perfect!

The roar...the crowd...the lights...the band...the!

The life...the school...a new...chapter...really...movies 'n dates...way-to-cool!

Frats...'n sororities...way-to-cool...dorm's a...start...grades 'n scores...huh?

University...of...Ooh Lah Lah...oh...'ya...'sis...'bro...gotta go...Money for...huh?

Beamers...and 'Vettes...Porches...used...oh well...paper's's...way-

Classes 'n schools...lights and rooms...back or front...proff's too...old...or too cool!

Mom...and Dad...will...I cost too'll come...I'll'll

Frats...and sororities...lights 'n sounds...crowds 'n roars...the cheers...the beers... and me!

Copyright © Thomas Hsi

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Without uneasy
Hasty, eager, restless
Showing remark

Copyright © Smail Poems

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Flame in the air
When there is no fire there
But in the center
Is the dragon’s belly
Waiting to spew uncanny heat
For heat-rock is all it is

Copyright © Smail Poems

Details | ABC | |

Life at its end, but really a new beginning

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

Copyright © Iqmar Mustafa

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New era Criticism please

Today I was born
My days were gone
I want to live a fresh life
In case of the day I will be gone
And to refresh my past life
And to less be a lion
I am a goon
I have received gong
But those days were gone
I am now young
In my days of young
I aimed to be the most strong
So that whenever I am going
People on the pavement would be trembling

However, I am a graduate
With force I finished my SHS grade, but
Now, each day stream drip
My eyes are faint and deep
Those days of not aged
I imitate my fellow friends
Which make us
A congenial friends


This write based on a man who use his youth a thuggery, but latter in future he realized his mistake.
Today I was born: human will be born twice before they die; I mean when One is of aged or grown old  
Pavement: road side

Please I need criticism on this!

Copyright © Afolabi Muideen

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the new middle east

Middle East Future 
I have not written anything today, why should I? The future 
in the Middle East is clear there will be a rapprochement
 between USA and Iran, naturally two countries are surprisingly 
alike both sublime and with a streak a tendency to violence. 
That leaves us with it will leave the before the Palestinians will 
refuse to be Bantu state and we will have an Israel stretching 
from the Mediterranean to Jordan, most of the people will
 Be none Jews and since Israel is a democracy it will have to accept 
this new situation. Israel will in the future become just another 
Middle Eastern state that has nuclear weapon they cannot use 
without erasing their own people as a race a be a bitter irony if 
they did what the Nazi tried to do.
Saudi Arabia can go back being a kingdom with ten thousand princes
that have just moved out of the tents, but Jews will survive in Iran.
So there is nothing to write about except the vines are greening and
I’m taking a car dealer to court, it has taken me since 2004 to get here
because I can’t afford use a lawyer, justice takes time and is costly.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen

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Cold and serene
a place of peace
Just a foggy flattens land
No more miseries.

The people ever thought
they are hopeful not to repeat
But the shadow is seen
It seems alien is hiding. 

Sooner or later they would appear
It is only hope that it would not
even the nature lost the guts
what is left just a plain hope of trust.

I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug! 
PPIA. 190415.3:02PM.

Copyright © Neldy Jolo

Details | Canzone | |

Haifa Oranges

Haifa Oranges 

The sky is light blue or pallid
It is late afternoon
Clouds are burgundy and
The sun is a Haifa blood orange 
Picked by a Palestinian’s 
Gnarled hands. 
Once this was his land, but an historical
Tremor came

He has resigned; this is Allah’s will.
But his sons think otherwise, 
Blood orange, one day 
Blood will overflow run down gutters 
As we have another tremor that
Will rumble on, everlasting family feud.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen

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Thoughts a float, 
who should say?
Speak up speak up this is your day.

Safety in hope rest more.
I see you only to reveal myself.
An expression with a funny face,
distorted even.

Time on time we surf,
waving in between.
Hello, I love you.

What a feeling.

Copyright © Debra Pollen

Details | ABC | |

She Once Was A Poety

                                  "She Once Was A Poety "
She Once Was A Poety

Somewhere In Niagara Falls,

Thinking As She Prayed I Want It All,

Buy Me Everything Includeing Shopping Malls,

To My Family & Friends,

Please Make Me Whole,

Sipping Tea As A Guardian Angel,

From Heaven Gates Dough,

Thanks God Almighty Your The One.

With Me Through It All,

But I'm Writing Poets.

 -'From Niagara Falls'

Copyright © Jamacas Reynolds