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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Artillery Rain

~Perfect Rain~

Me! 
I can see!
All the tribulations around
A rage against the burning wind
Nobody hears the crackling sounds in my voice
Everybody avoids to feel the smoke hidden within
A rain so deep it burns all the enamel off my skin
A rain that cut my soul in half
Two piece that will never entwine or merge down my dragon path
I feel this eternity has no ending blaze
Trigger happy rain, extinguishing a bonfire around my rose.

I will sleep under the artillery stars tonight
With the perfection of my fiery crystal lava teardrops
Washing the ashes of my face,
Suppressing the overwhelming fear
Knowing no one will ever, "BLAME IT ON THE RAIN!" 
As long as the torch keeps loading another artillery round.

pd


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Details | Epic | |

Omens Outlived

With a voice ornamented in ogled tension
you ask me,
like vulnerable flesh queries warm obsession,
Do you mean to love me this way...
on your mouth, a hold of hope I see
to you I say...
Does the sun choose to flare into sapphire atmosphere,
Does the moon decide who's eyes to enchant,
Does a rose ponder its tempt,
Does a man dare his heart relent,
Does a woman wonder whence came her allure and dare,

A heatwave of heartache's swelter swells over your soul
as the outcry of orgulous omens try to defy our survival,
blood drops fall lonesomely from the old body of a lark
a steeple bell broken by the thunder of sorrow in the dark,
gold found burning into rivulets reaching into graveyard rock,
you begin to weep 
because the weight of worry waylays your wishes for our eternity,
I surround you with a love shield that shames the arrows of agony
kissing you softly deep,
then I tell you that fate is not our enemy,
don't you understand my Lady...
Sultans cannot buy or sell the feelings we share,
Emperors unable to enforce the silence of our hearts,
rivals are but ridiculous in attempt to dowse our flame,
Time be trite in march against the magic in our care,
the poetry of our purpose will not be censored by cynical marks,
emotions erratic in wrath will not wrest the roots from which our passion came -

J.A.B.


Details | Sonnet | |

A Painter's Pine

The void calls through gossamer veils and widow's peak. Shifty-eyed now of necessity I lie, bone-wrapped in rosaries black as my rheumy eyes, death speaks. Uncomforted by down or velvet, role trapped corseted, board stiff with age like calf skin vellum peeled and bloodied by the dual edged knife of man. The scene is set and I shall not whimper, as do some, or call to God, or blame the fates of those whose clans remain earth-bound, when I have left this mortal glade. Pigment on canvass, linseed loosed, stretchers taut, displayed, all of this, I've had a plenty, and been royally paid. My life was art, and it was art that fanned my life's flame. So, stretch me on the pine boards and lay my edges down; monochrome me in umber, drench me in shades of brown.
Self Portrait See About the Poem


Details | Epic | |

Trust No One

~My Heart~

•      One last night before the grave
•	Thousands of thoughts of you I save
•	-Every night, I experience the same dream
•	That you haunt me, exposing my sensual needs
•	You push me,
•       Into a pit of everything that terrifies me  
~LOVE~ I confess, I fear, I avoid!!!

In the back of my mind, the moon can’t be as large 
My heart bleed, to feel more than two worlds apart
Tonight I will embed, your fantasy, my fantasy, 
The Astros; I project --into your arms, of security
Your eyes render 
A heavenly sanctuary, a slight sick smile to my face
You stay, I stay, in a dream we touch lips
I venture my heart, then I stray, Am I afraid?
Feasibly, I’m not open-minded  
I hide under this mask, these covers, that make me hold back
•	I echo the moods of past dreams
•	I proved to sustain a closed book, yet open your way
A trusted aspirin, can’t make thoughts of you go away
Dramatize persona, the erroneous kind of light
Yet it continues to run like hot lava, melting my mind
I’m ever so soft, when lost with your words,
I’m weak, I feel each time I cross my fingers
I’m loss of words, I babble, my heart sings
Then pretends, nothing is going on
Then, I hallucinate of that kiss, and then slowly it fades
Tomorrow's another day, every mood will get in the way

•	Today, I will strain
•       And make sense of what clogged my main artery
•	In a holding cellar, like wine it will be worth the wait
You plead for me, you pinched my eyes
I fall back to reality

Avowal, Instructions, Discipline, and Lock Down 
That explains it all!!!

By:PD


Details | Rhyme | |

Out of the Sun

              Stayed 
             in the sun 
              to long
               today
 The skin became the bark of a tree
 the soul turning to brittle scars
 for uncaring worlds to see.
             my face
            is a pile of 
           old owl bones
sewn into banks of midnight creeks...
even the plump, over ripened ones 
no longer look at me...
but if their car was desert flat,
their oil grim reaper black
they'd paint a wormy, water colored  smile...
slide it through my barbed wired heart
so long as I could spin the jack...
so I spin it until their potholes turn to satin-
               Stayed 
              in the sun
               to long
                today
the mind has smoothed over 
like pebbles in Saturn rings..
a forgotten spice in the conversation of life
an hour later the word snuggles up to me
               laughingly.

Tomorrow or forever( which ever comes first),
I'll stay wrapped inside
till my skin turns back to ivory
to an easter egg yesterday 
to a time of bouncing ball and spinning jack,
when the mind was a great silky nest...
the face a flowered meadow place 
where watercolors swirled all day, 
the heartworms kept at bay.

I'll stay hidden within the briar, 
till the jewels of memories sooth 
every scar - every stripe,
the molten knots of cruelty,
till the sweetened fruit reclaims the tree.
until then only my curtains breathe...
       ...stayed in the sun 
              to long
                today





Details | Epic | |

Serendipity Of Souls

Revealed in that ancient place
where roses become stone and lips dry as dead bone,
the ruins of love my home, hopeless heart shown damp as sorrow known,
rubble etched with tears of deceased romance, a barren face,
my hourglass of power tilted by a hand rough as sand,
body aching for velvet confection, soul suplicant for a loving land,
age dulling the dream for a companion champion, stifling the search,
venturing daily into the world of common hazard and animal angst
standing, fighting, surviving and creating alone, an eagle with no nest,
the sky infinite in distance, sea always pushing my vessel back to fortified beach,

Unexpected like beauty in hunting eyes
you arrived in my life's arena like a veteran of volatile virtue,
speaking as if prepared to die for desire, moving with mischevious fire,
you were my vulnerable Angel, most passionate pulse with carnivorous cries,
we consoled one another when truth seemed cold and trust had narrow view,
offering me the pinnacle pleasure of a Lady's plush rush, I became the love rider,
your flesh, a sanctuary of sexual salvation, your blood, the spirit of immortal rose
Divine Intervention guided you to me, and I to you, together the meaning of love grows

J.A.B.


Details | Lyric | |

TIME

TIME
Before a child comes to the world ,it ought to cry
That sound makes the bearer happy
Isn't it an irony?
what is the child trying to say?
Man needs to cry to call for joy

Before the child walks,he crawls
When he tries walking, he falls
He continues until mama calls
He falls in pain
Yet  stands to walk again
What message is the child trying to convey?
Man ought to fall before standing high

His feet finally touch the land
He gets long legs to run
He turns into that great man
Things start moving high
He gets feathers to fly 
He moves over they sky
He completes his life span
He then says bye
Making people cry

He came making people happy
He goes making the same people gloomy


Details | Free verse | |

childhood fantasies

i was six and you were nine
you would pack sunlight into a jar
tell me it was mine.

at night it lit my room.

when the stars were out
you'd throw stones to wake me up.

butterfly nets in hand
we'd catch stars from the sky 
save them in our pockets.

i'd hand you my water gun
you’d load one at a time
pull the trigger
and yell
"quick wish on a shooting star."

now twenty and more old
i still have the jars
i still own every wish
i uttered silently
on those moonlit eves.

it was you
in my dreams
in my smile

always kind.

i only had one wish
you and i
clad in the innocence
of those times,

of dreams and laughs
i only wished
it would never end,
and your sunshine
safe in my memories 
our childhood sealed in those jars.


Maurice Yvonne
Sponsor: gautami phookan
Contest Name:The Sweetest Touches of Verse


Details | I do not know? | |

A heart transplant

A new heart has been born, 
newly form,
emotionally transform.
Its eyes can now see,
university of love has school me,
at night continue to spoon me  
and continue to flow like a 
stream through me.
Risen through the dark of a night,
real love shines your brighter light,
widen the sight of my eyes,
never to say goodbye. 
Love you lift me in so many ways,
inspires my lips to say, 
a feel that erupts more and more each 
day and like a rain you flood me in so 
many ways with the words I often try 
to say but I'm now her to stay, 
I'm here to obey.
Faith of steel I feel you so don't mind 
if I couldn't help but to steal you and
through this life I'll forever reveal you. 



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www.facebook.com/AndrewVassellLovePoetry


Details | Lyric | |

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.


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Free verse | |

Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


Details | Free verse | |

I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Passionate Love

I want you..
And I was made just for you
I'll make love to you
All the night with you

Feel my heart that burns in fire
Look my eyes that full of desire
As our bodies ignite in passion
Our souls chain in a strong union

Carressing every part of you
Gives me satisfaction
Dancing in the hymn of love
That just the two of us can hear it loud

Nothing seperate me from you
No one could make me feel like the way you do
Our passion for each other binds us together
And our love for each other makes us FOREVER!


Details | Terzanelle | |

An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?


Details | Rhyme | |

Today Is A Good Day To Die

"O-ka-hey!", the Sioux warrior's cry,
"Today is a good day to die!"

Tribal drums beat along banks of the river,
White mists drift upon the turquoise-blue,
They take their aim with bow and quiver,
Ready to fight for a purpose, free and true.

"O-ka-hey!", the Sioux warrior's cry,
"Today is a good day to die!"

Into the heart of battle they will ride,
Mounted upon a fearless palomino horse,
Lead by their ancient spirit guide,
He courageously braves his course.

"O-ka-hey!", the Sioux warrior's cry,
"Today is a good day to die!"

Blood-stained fields of dry autumn maize,
Was predicted by spirit guides to happen soon,
A golden sun rises in the morning haze,
And sets on darker days of many moon.

"O-ka-hey!", the Sioux warrior's cry,
"Today is a good day to die!"





Written for Shanity Rain's contest - "Native American People"

Note: "maize" is a Native-American word which means "corn".
"O-ka-hey" was a battle cry from the Sioux Indians, 
it meant "today is a good day to die"
I am not sure of the spelling of this phrase.
If anyone knows the correct spelling, I would greatly appreciate the help.


Details | Lyric | |

Rhyme XOX

I just want my summertime
To be at a stand still.
Sometimes, when women cross my mind,
I'm not sure just what to feel.

I'd like to call her friend,
And I want us to mean something.
I can find several, yet in the end,
It seems like all I have is nothing.

So where is the evidence
That says I should move forward?
Show me a sign that's heaven sent;
A point I should move toward.



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.


Details | Alliteration | |

Stink Thinking

Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
My Poetry on PoetrySoup

Stinking Thinking

Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/ 
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/ 
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.  

Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup
God Bless.


Details | Free verse | |

Rebirth

Ignite,
The missing light,
Forget,
What's behind.
Just believe,
That love comes again...

'Cause,
The skies,
Are like a hard glide,
In a shining rainbow's light...

All dreams and fantasies,
Can be reality,
'Cause fantasy,
Is based on reality...
But all histories aren't the same...

'Cause,
Sometimes, we dive,
In our lives...

So,
Don't judge,
For what you see,
Judge,
For what it is...,
'Cause time passes,
But, memories remain...

And,
Listen,
To your heart,
'Cause,
The body, does,
The mind, thinks,
And, the heart, feels...,
While, the soul, lives...

So,
Always remember,
To remember the past,
To live the present,
And to wait and pursue the future...

Listen to your heart,
Before you are telling goodbye,
'Cause destiny,
Might lead to demise...,
But, remember that destiny can be changed...

Life is unpredictable,
But space and time,
Could be controlled...
And even if some die,
We may survive...

Remember,
That life,
Might have an endless beginning...

All that remains,
Is to be reborn...


Details | Lyric | |

Velvet Wings

Ignorant to passing time
Reality strikes its deafening chime
Unspoken words pass between
I and you, my darling queen

Lay your weary head to rest
With your arms across your chest
Now it's time to close your eyes
Whisper your final goodbyes

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

Embracing tears of bitter pain
Falling lightly with the rain
Out of reach, I hear your song
Alone again, I sing along

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

Life has ended, you have won
Death befriended, pain is gone
Fly away into the light
Crystal clear and shining bright
Close your eyes for final rest
Meeting among the blessed

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

I let you go so you'll be free
Cross the path of darkened sea
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I can never say goodbye
Never say goodbye


Collaboration with Rebecca Larkin <3
A song, and lyrics


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Sandalwood

                    
                            ~ Sandalwood ~ 

                      Fall days leaves of gold orange and grey
                     this scent fills my room with passion my mind with clarity
                     The senses are calmed and my inner soul strengthens 

                      As if I can visualize inner peace
                        watching the many trees fall 
                         The scent of Sandalwood reminds 
                     
                             ~ of what once stood  ~
                              allowing me to accept all

                          bringing solace to my soul 
                             filling the air of past and present 
                      one of natures gifts holds a musky oil passionate 
                        
                      enlightens all senses reminding me 
                     of Native American ways fires blazing 
                      children dance and listen to old ways
                        
                     Thunder and rain in the misty Canyons 
                        dessert Sage and Sandalwood 
                       close my eyes yet seeing the truth 


Details | Free verse | |

The Wasteland -Part 1-

How can one express the baffling depths of obscurity? How can one behold to open the shafts of the mind? I have never been able to solve the mystery— Of myself. . . I wish at times that my life was no more That I could live as another and finally see things right But I am always stuck in this darkness And I cannot see this mind in light There are beasts. . .demons prowling through the wasteland Searching for any remaining life And if they are ever found— They are doomed and consumed Fear is their downfall and they never fail to smell it Their ashes remain, dancing with the imaginary breeze It is silent here—there are no answers I wish there were answers. . . But maybe there was never a reason No answers. . . Talons extend and clench around my heart They will never seek me out—they left me here It is like they knew…I had no reason—that was the answer I feel the pulse of my dangling life Alone in the dark, whimpering like a child I have scared myself, becoming this dragon-daggered youth No balm in Gilead! No eyes to see All I know will never be free I don’t need anyone! You are a disgrace—scum of the waste! You have everything, you ungrateful little nothing You are a joke. . . So swallow it all up like the pushover you are Stand your lowest and trudge right through No questions. No answers. Just . You. Or just lie back down into the mush of disease It has already infected you to the core Accept who you are, you ugly pestilence! I hate you Who are you to be glorified? Dream snatcher. . .murderer of all things bright Saturated in what you call light I see right through—even as the reflections shatter All of the dead kept you alive—they all matter… But alive you are the worst there is False savior—edited attention whore I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I hide. . . Desperation. . .desperation. . . I sob and cry kneeling in defeat For once I am right. . .I am right


Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

Mankind

I am lost
I can feel no presence
I know of no human or animal that has a measure of significance alike mine
I have a teacher
A teller of all there is to be known of the world
She has bestowed upon me the gifts of a magi
I have sailed deep oceans with noblemen and written great works with worldly scholars
All of this I owe to her, my "teacher"
But through all her wisdom I have heard or seen of no such creature
The one of whose value is as mine
I looked upon the oracle and many great libraries with scriptures overflowing
I still have read or seen of no such monster
I've heard witches speak ancient incantations
and I have sung songs with the sirens
Out of the monsters and spirits that came none of which had a significance as is mine
Upon my dreariness and woeful thought came the final place
A painting of life and death
A tale of heaven and hell at war
The purity of truth blackened by man
 I saw upon them a thing of which is mine
Not upon the dead who will be missed
Nor the skeletons carrying away the dead, the ones with purpose
Not even of the severed limbs and broken bones discarded at random in the field of chaos and confusion
No, I saw my equal upon the shadows
A black being darker than silence
A causer of mischief and misfortune
A wielder of pain and sorrow
My equal is hated by all for all he has done
My equal is upon the wicked and the damned sadly he is to dumb to care
My equal of such tresspasses is a demon
My equal is a man who dressed in black kills and dies and is born again through his ashes of filth
He sees his crimes
It is because of this he wept upon his hands
His hands
The hands stained my children's blood and scared by the scratches of the innocent
But I was wrong
I am not equal to a demon, for these are not the acts of a demon but of man
That is my equal 
My equal is man
My sins are everlasting 
My transgressions are in stone
Man is the cause for the failure of men
Man is the cause for the failure of many!






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Forgotten You

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .
Words


Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Rhyme | |

Your Portrait

You have sent me your elegant portrait
Saying it will fill the void in my life
Not realizing that it will further frustrate
And cut my heart like a blade of knife

I tried to talk to it, it wouldn’t answer
I tried to kiss it; its lips were cold like ice
Ignoring my frailty and heart’s seeded cancer
Its locks unfurl nor roses of cheeks entice

Your colors it wears nor ravishing perfume
It neither cheers nor languishing heart console
My love! Was it so difficult to presume!
An image only wasn’t my craving’s goal

Can an image respond to an earnest embrace?
Can it feel ones fondness, ones caress
My kisses don’t change the color of face
  On my chest it doesn’t spread its tress

Its eager fingers do not comb my hair
It doesn’t seek the coziness of my arms
It comforts my anguish nor my despair
It doesn’t heal my afflictions; it only harms

I am craving for you, my love, not an image
Bird of life may seek freedom from body’s cage


Details | Free verse | |

Searching for Michelangelo

I told him we were broken, the way
horses can be, and he galloped through 
the sentence like a cowboy, less a
heart.  I loosed the biggest word I could 
think of – so enormous I felt everything
in me squeeze back as it passed by
and nearly choked as it pushed 
its way into the outer world -
and he brushed it aside like 
errant dandelion snow. 
By then, there were at least
four voices within me, ranting,
and the image of myself throwing 
buckets of paint against a wall 
was blinking repeatedly in my head.
And still he was talking – 
with his hands gesturing, gesturing -
talking about places he’d been
talking about what he thinks himself
passionate about
talking about what he learned
in counseling
and talking
talking, 
talking
about 

nothing.


When he got to Italy, I stopped him
at Michelangelo, thinking, “here! – 
here finally is a scaffold we can 
throw ourselves off of”.  Thinking 
if Einstein’s wardrobe wasn’t enough, 
if a scrawny white boy singing 
the blues wasn’t either and if the 
most interesting thing I said that night 
was that I never ever set a clock 
to an uneven time (and I hadn’t even 
said that yet)… maybe the image of 
an artist suspended in air with 
his heart pointed to heaven 
and the myriad of thoughts 
that must have run 
like a river through him as he
stood there, arm outstretched,
might trigger something.
But, he had no idea that 
Buonarroti was a poet 
or that he honestly expected 
Moses to speak 
to him once freed 
from the confines 
of stone and of
artist himself,
he said

nothing.

Apparently, he was more 
Moses than Michelangelo, and
it was all I could do 
not to take 
a hammer
to his 
knee.


Details | Free verse | |

Spill It

Spill it all out
Where is the light to guide these words?
Everything feels gone 
Empty again 
So spilling it out is impossible?
Yet words still flow through it all
Thoughts still run rampant
Broken pipework spraying all over the place
Rust collecting on the spurting silver
Losing very inch of pride
Unable to control these lines
Pinch it all out
Squeeze it like the last bits of toothpaste in a tube
Roll it up and twist the remains
Pressure is building
Tension is steadily, stiffly waiting
To be released
Let it all go!
There is no point anymore
Stop building on disaster!
Let the words flow
Spill the damn mess out
And don't clean up
Let me pick up the pieces
Hand me the mop
Because when it is finally all out
The emptiness will leave 
You'll know exactly what to express
It will all be clear


4-20-13


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I Shall Never Love Anyone Like You

I Shall Never Love Anyone Like You


My heart ache as I watch you fall for another.The pain hurt so much I felt sick.I didn't have the courage to tell you my feeling I din't have the courage to tell you what my hearts feels.But  I can't refuse to watch you fall into he hand of another.May i blind myself may i break my own heart may i give relief to the feeling that I had when i could no longer hear your laugh no longer see your smile and no longer feel your touch.To me being alone and feeling nothing is worthless I shall miss what I have lost but this I have done to protect what little shard of my heart remains.You feel another never knowing my feeling for you.but it fine now for I shall never love another like I loved you.


Details | Rhyme | |

a heart once lost

As I lay awake in the twilight, lost in thought.
All my past demons awaken I once fought.
The sorrow takes over me so strong and deep.
My inner soul continues to weep.
Where all my woeful feelings I do keep.
My tears pour like a summer's rain.
This beautiful heart is torn apart by all this pain.
My saddened heart bleeds from my inner soul
What now is just a crumbled mess which once was whole.
As I watch my past life flash before me,
My tear stained eyes slowly close so I don't have to see.
The life I thought was once complete is nothing but a distant memory.
Pieces of my broken heart are left behind.
A shattered woman is what you will find.
I can't be that person anymore.
I need to feel what I once felt before.
It's time to open my heart's closed door.
Love brings with it joy,happiness, and sorrow.
In order for me to live again, I have to love again like there maybe no tomorrow.
My heart cries to be once truly loved.
So I call upon my faith and God above.
Take away from my heart this melancholy place.
Fill it with all the love I can give in it's space.
Give me the courage to fight the demons I must face.
Life is short and if we dwell on mistakes of yesterday.
It's impossible to let love find it's own way.
I ask for the inner courage to give my heart away.
Let all the bad memories remain secluded in the past.
Open this bruised and closed heart to a love that will last.


Details | Rhyme | |

Reclaimed Recycled

Reclaimed Recycled

Discarded in a rubbish skip
Mid broken bottles rags and bone
T'was destined for the council tip
And so I claimed it for my own

I took it home  that rusty shield
I rubbed it down, and found the shine
of tempered steel its glow revealed
So glad I found and made it mine.

For I could see beyond the rust
an ancient craftsman's hands had wrought
A thing of beauty and I trust
A lesson learned a lesson taught

For those who gaze and gaze some more
With fresh creative minds at play
Will surely know what's gone before
May shine again another day.


Margaret Foster 20th August 2014


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Just for Me

In the past I remember how things were so simple
When I was little my cheeks had such cute dimples
Looking back I remember how sweet I was as a child
When I think again my heart told me I was so wild
Yet, in time my simple choices was revealed as true as anyone
The reason I was the way I am today, I did things, to get done
Finishing lots of my undone ideas was so incredibly hard
So I figure my heart and choices should never hold in no bard
I never thought I would learn heart aches and pain
With such under statement I did things for no gain
I was a child who held true to what he has learned
But as we got older those kinda perspective would get me burned
When I made up my mind that people was not kind
I led myself in a confusion that I was blind
In the past I do recall that seeing is believing
So I was the one who stood their with friends leaving
Alone, I felt I did not belong, I cherish each person who knew me
I got older too see how the world works it stung me like a bee
The feeling of tingling ran through my vain
My view of the world and people who knew me was stained
Now I know they are out for their selves with no kind feelings
Life I know is just a joke because of who I hung out with seeing
Today as I look at the world it is in such shambles and astray
And rather fallow everyone I just walk away


Details | Salaam | |

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega


Details | Rhyme | |

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

SO blind

   All this time I have always had my doubts,
Not the person led to believe is what I found out.
   To be deceived and lied to for oh so long,
Down deep I knew there was something wrong.
   Head over heels I had fallen in love ,
Always thought you were sent from above.
   How the knife is twisted into my side ,
So much pain I can do nothing but cry.
   These memories of what I thought was real,
I'm confused and I don't how how to feel.
    Is this really possible that I did not know,
Through all this time it never showed.
    Such an evil thing to do to a man ,
Especially the lies which he could not stand.
    How cruel and cold your heart must be ,
To carry on as you did never letting me see.
     Hard to accept all those moments  so dear ,
Realizing they are now my greatest fears .
     What was to be Joy and Happiness,
Replaced by the feelings of a loneliness.
   Never did I imagine this happening to me ,
Thinking that you and I were meant to be .
   It's a very hard thing for a man to accept ,
When he finds out that he's been tricked.
    Was it the money or the control you had ,
Maybe because you are really just that bad.
    Some day soon for this you will have to pay ,
For the sins against me and your evil ways.
    Goodbye to you  who ever you are ,
For in this heart you have left brutally scarred.
Tac.


Details | Verse | |

My Words

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, 
and not necessarily my reality;                                     
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing

You can be who you want to be on any level 
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;  
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys,                                                                        or places that some don’t even think exist

They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry 
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart 
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses  whether they are just cases, 
or me in the absolute right here

My words exude positive intentions; 
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections 
and reversed dejection  
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul 
and temptations

Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before         
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect 
according to divine order

They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time 
because up until now, 
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time 
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – 
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice 
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words


Details | Free verse | |

Princesses

Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!


Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


Details | Imagism | |

Young Age

When age was young 
Just to confuse legends
I wrote poems
I shaved and shoveled all roads
Pulled all seeds that needed speed and clean education for growth
With no free breakfasts from hypocrites i lied 
so i can lay my bosom on any king's favorite lie
The king of words ruling metaphors
Baking biscuits on guaranteed standing ovations 

The oven
Fading visible guilty conscious poems in early ages
Poetic adolescent was on my age
Cooking low budget poetry
Singing verses composed by blind hand writings
Saving healers in cages

When age was young
I did fasting 
I placed hunger on my own starvation tricking my own mind i was not hungry
I sold prayers to heal one eyed angels that never saw real motivated rhymes
Running faster than natural reactions

I cared
For useless words i cared
They carried useless surprise party motives
Labelled sins defining age restriction

I cared for rotten expressions pressing my inner wrong buttons
I cared for rotten expressions pressing my inner wrong buttons
I cared for blossom expressions pressing my inner suffocated floors
I planted punctuation' in different national wet tensions
My earth visit felt like a surprise visit organised by God
It is!!
Yes it was!!

I implied all i spoke multiple times in different flights
Applied and disguised my style in piles while my tongue grew taller
My head could not enter lessons 
When age was old I was young
I spoiled my paintings with funny connotations
My teen-ager sense of writing was never childish though I was a child of poetry 
I had anger
When age was old I was young

© Raymond Ngomane


Details | Ballad | |

My crazy cousin

My crazy Cousin.

My cousin calls me crazy poet
Cause I don’t think like others
I’ve not seen her since she was three
A Flower girl to us lovers
When we got wed in sixty five
But now we write and all
Oh lord, we two are so alike
It’s just remarkable.

In eight weeks time, she’s coming here
To good old western Oz
I know we’re going to get on well
I do, and that’s because
That girl is crazy just like me
And she likes a good old laugh
She seems to be a grand old bird
I’ll say on her behalf.

She’ll bring her man, and son with her
They’re all creative folk
She can paint and write as well
And boy, it is no joke
The kind of talent that they have
It will be a joy to me
To meet up with forgotten kin
I can’t wait for this to be.

11 August 2013 @ 1813hrs.


Details | Ode | |

Because They Play the Game

Dedicated to every young man bestowed the honor of wearing 
the glorious Oklahoma Sooners' Crimson & Cream 

--------------------------------------------------------------

Over sixty years, boy and man, I have been a Sooners fan;
And always hoped to be among the truest in the stands.
And while I don’t remember all the Players’ names,
They’re my Heroes, each and every one, because they play the game.
  
When they’re on the field of battle, my Sooners surely give their all;
And when they’re on the sidelines, just waiting for a Coach’s call;
Visions of Glory must be dancing in their heads;
The Glory of the moment and our cheers, the Glory of playing for
   the mighty Big Red.

And for those Sooners who rarely played, whose names were 
   known only by a few,
Make no mistake my friend, each of them is my Hero too.
Like Soldiers waiting in the ranks, but never called to fight,
They ‘re ready and they’re willing, their spirit and their sacrifice
   add to Big Red’s might.

I stand in awe of Sooner Magic.  No, I never doubt it.
My Sooners could have never won so many Championships without it.
But don’t misunderstand when I say Sooner Magic won those games;
It was Sooners players who, once again, rose to the occasion and
   glorified the name.

Sixty years of college football and my Sooners have won the most.
Their fierce pride and performance inspire this simple toast:
“My Sooners Team goes on and on, different faces, different names;
But my Heroes, Each and Every one, for win or lose…
                                              
                                 They play the game.


Details | Rhyme | |

When The Sun Rises

Dear God, when the sun rises,
I can only wish for a better day.
I'm not looking for consolation prizes;
I know life can't go entirely my way.

I just want to love and be loved,
To have hope and a great faith.
Sometimes the choices in life are tough,
After sunrise creates a new day.



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Ode | |

Ode To Fireworks

It is such great unity
That appears amongst the beauty
Of the bright light display?
Such colour, such energy within celebration,
Such a vivid canvas of man-made creation
That sparks with flair and passion;
To fall into the fog
Like all dying illusions.

Yet it is what it does for us:
Where we are drawn from our furnishings
That we clean in intervals,
Closing outside to a regular schedule,
Remaining well lit and sheltered
Resting our minds so dimly upon the
Soft and empty cushions
And hugging at the blind comfort
Of cover.

We are drawn from this facade
By another in itself.
Which brings us out like a beacon
Part Devil, half Eden
To then fade away
Like all illusions,
Leaving us quiet,
Revealing deepened images.
Exposed to chill
Peace climbs through our bones.

Let us stand together,
Embrace
The great power that connects us;
The great unity
Amongst such beauty.

Till we once more return home…


Details | Narrative | |

New Paths

A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we seek...

The new path is what is found,
Going through forests bound,
Going through the path inbound,
With soothing and raging water sounds.
Walking confound,
Silence profounded,
Sight astounded,
Passed through burial grounds...

Seeking for another way around,
Noises resound,
Spirits surround,
The paths newfounded,
Our instincts compounded,
Followed by the hounds,
Echoes in ultrasounds,
Passed through mysterious breeding grounds...

Going to stamping grounds,
Trying to get off this ground,
With those burial mounds,
Death moving the wheels around,
Silhouettes running aground,
Trying to leave safe and sound,
Passing through some hunting grounds...

Seeking for common grounds,
The mistaken path redounded,
Regretful screams abound.
Plans propounded,
Though some are fouled,
Throughout the paths that were found...

However, most are lost and wounded,
Most tended to walk out,
Some minds and hearts full of doubts.
Hearing salvation shouts,
From all these new paths walked and found...


Details | Narrative | |

The People Around Me

Things seems to be very clear,
When actually felt it is unclear,
What really seems to be clear,
May never ever be clear for ever.

Your help for others,
May be to be appreciated,
Or taken as what is called,
to be uncounted.

My question is clear,
Why the help for others,
Is sometime never appreciated,
However it is always delivered. 

In response to ethics,
lingers in my mind the answer,
To help others is not to be recognised, 
But it is to be called someone, 
Who can be respected.

To all, continue to help,
Not to to be appreciated by others,
But to be respected by yourself.


Details | I do not know? | |

Marriage Proposal For Eternity

I kneel and hand you this ring
That symbolizes our marriage and eternal love 
Maybe it's intuition
Some things you just don't question
Like in your eyes
I see my future in an instant
And there it goes
I know I've found my best friend
I knew I loved you before I met you
I believed and dreamed you into life
I have been waiting all my life for you

I've found my meaning to live again
I am complete now that I have found you
Anytime I need to see your face 
I just close my eyes
And I am taken to a place
Where love is born and secured
Sweet like fine sugar

I don't need to try to explain
I just hold on tight and if it happens again
I may move into to your heart
Look into my eyes they are not telling lies 
I'm the kind of person who endorses a deep commitment
Getting comfy seeking true love is what I live for
A smell of perfume knocks me down to your command 
It's like I'm down on the floor inside our heart
And I don't know what makes love and perfume
Have so many similarities that make two people bond 

Using symbols, using words can be linked

When love shoots it should be aimed for eternity
Eight things that make our love’s constitution strong 
I believe Jehovah God makes marriage last
I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
I believe the most attractive features are the heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than money or gold
I believe the only ones who disagree are players or evil spirits
I believe forgiveness is the key to true happiness
I believe in love surviving death into eternity

I want to move in time with you
I want my heart beat match yours
I want to feel your hand in mine
And do all the things you want me to
The autumn breeze that comes from the mountains
Will be the legitimate witness of my proposal for our love 
So I ask you to take this time to answer would you marry me?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My Dad

My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom. 
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's 
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .

Alcohol hit our Family , a curse .
He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois.
To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears .
Meeting my step mom , my sisters age .
My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world . 

Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life . 
She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker .
I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ?

I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters 
eventually . All three women were competing for my Father .
I was kicked out at 16 yrs.

Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things .
At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week .
I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming.
This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted .

Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party,  how and when,  Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye .
Not being able to send my engraved clock . 

 "Dad Passed " received call  from sister whom just stayed a week with me ,  I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie.

I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed.

He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~

I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme. 

 Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day.
 Are you Glorified with Power?  Denied the right to grieve , 

 Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD .

My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks. 
 We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil.

Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .


Details | Ballade | |

BALLADE TO MATURE BEAUTY

Easy comes beauty in youth’s natural spring,
But with age its mellow dimensions grow.
Like to a bud, a full bloom, age will bring.
With grace its beauty does ebb and glow,
Its liberty allows its new functions to show.
Mature beauty is and will be admired always,
Youth’s beauty and its esteem goes to and fro,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


Mature beauty has a melody to sing,
And this it releases so that you will know,
The elegance and blessing of its echo’s ring.
The evidence of a mind is part of its show,
For it opens tastefully with a view to bestow.
Ageless beauty never lacks for praise.
The beauty of life’s spring may lose its glow,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


In poetry and melody its praises we bring,
For mature beauty’s many dimensions we know.
With fervid dignity I see it take to wing,
Giving the young buds an inspiring show.
May you long guide youth as they grow,
Leading them in elegance the celestial ways.
So youth will  know how easy beauty may go,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


Now young buds aspire to full blooms grow,
And become worthy of nature’s timeless praise.
Allow your charm in majesty and grace to glow,
And may your ageless beauty have endless days.


Details | Epic | |

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


Details | Elegy | |

Raindrops and Teardrops


Details | Ballad | |

Best Friend

I remember the very first time I saw you,
You wiped the sweat off your forehead,
I remember what all I use to say to you,
Followed my heart, I love you,
Maybe I needed to guard what I say,
Or express it in another way,
I hope I did you no harm,
Or is that what you call destiny,
Please know in your heart,
Eventhough how things played out,
My life and all its' worth,
Worth calling existing - living,
And without ever crossing paths,
My life would have been blah,
Words can not express how I feel about you,
Celebrate our love, if nothing more ever than be my best friend,
You are my very breath and hope of hearing from and possibly seeing you,
The very reason I make it through another day,
Our love we will celebrate far and away,
But in my heart, you are right here with me today,
I love you friend,
You make this world and all it contains worth living,
My heart smiles when it thinks of you,
I will somehow express my heart before I leave this earth,
So much I want to say,
I don't want to complicate things,
I just want you to be healthy, happy and carefree,
I know you love me,
You don't have to say it like I so often do,
I knew day one, 
When I became good friends to you!
I love you, boo!
I do!
Best of luck,
Live like you were dying!


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | Concrete | |

The Rising Red sun

                       Inspirational poem.. Rising Golden red sun all its way..dedicated to all 
                               of you  guys..wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare


                                          The Rising Red sun


As like the charming moon and  luminous star fades away.
It promises to send the dynamite sun shining in the sky.
Due to which oceano pearl glitters all the day.
Praying god for the happiness in all our way.

The morning sagas made me understand, Me and my vivacious life.
But When I look back and pick up the souvenir of my childhood. Its just nostalgic. Feel like to go back to the teenage. The sustained pain is the only option left that I can’t get those days of my innocence back.
All I could make up my mind and just say, move on. Just move on.

Ray of hope chimed my heart.
Because god gifted me Something and added in my cart.
Provided me and my sincerity towards work can’t depart.
From the very day uplifted to give a quick start.

The moment I realized the magnetising power of the sun.
Felt trust on it and renovated my life again by attenuating my pains.
Rest all I expect peace my thee.
Left with the ray of hope. Bless us  MY god, My lord !!!!!



Wrote by:
Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare







Details | Narrative | |

We Are There With You

You do not stand alone in your Battle
Your battle is our Battle
We may not be there in body
But we are there with you in Spirit

We are there in every beat of your Heart
In every whisper of the wind
In every thought and every touch
Every breath and every sound
We are there with you

You are wrapped in an Endless chain of Love
In every link we each send you a part of us
We send you some of our Strength
Some of our will to Fight
Some of our Courage
The most important of them all
We send you all of our Love

If you feel you need more
Just give that Endless chain a little tug
And we'll be there
Tug til you need us no more
Then we'll know you've gone Home
 


______________________________________________________________________
5/09/2014 Dedicated to my Aunt Nini, Wilma Thomas Gamble for Mother's Day. Sadly she lost her Battle w/ Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer on 5/30/2014.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Because I'm ready to grow up

Because I'm Ready To Grow Up

I have had enough 
Enough with the happy times

I'm ready to take on the stress
No more playground or bubbles baths please
Enough with the piles and piles of mess
I'm grown up now ready for change

I had it with being a baby bird
I don't want to be fed I don't want to cry
I want to get out of the nest, spread my wings 
I want to take flight in the sky so high

I had enough of the princess dresses 
Get rid of those Barbie dolls
Throw away all those plastic high heels
And bring on the teenage texting of Lols

Don't u get it I've had enough
I'm ready to grow up to break out of the shell
I'm prepared to take on life's earthquakes 
Waiting for the day when I'll have stories to tell

Princesses and fairies will never be real
There is nothing in the world that's free
You don't magically have a happy ending
All i can be in life is me

So I'm ready to grow up
To escape the magical world
For you have to earn whatever you want
Nothing comes in a pink sparkly twirl


So I've had enough
Rip my childhood apart
I'm happy to face the impending future
drown the happy memories in my heart


Details | Blank verse | |

Silly isn't it

It's silly isn't it?
That I could fall for you so easily
And you not give two shits?
You spoke your drunken words
And admitted to always loving me
It was the best thing I had ever heard. 
When we hung out soon after
And I left you with a kiss
I didn't think the feelings mattered.
But as we spent time apart
I realized it wasn't the same
You had won my heart.
I got drunk and spilled my words
And you said you still felt the same
I was happier than a bird.
We made plan after plan
You always fell through
I felt like a speck of sand.
You told me you were trying to get a girl
I smiled and bared the tears
I had hoped to be the girl.
You soon stopped replying
I started to break down
I was almost done trying.
But no not tonight
I got drunk and spilt more words
I hope I did what's right. 
I thought we were the perfect fit
I fell for you so hard
But, that's silly, isn't it?


Details | Free verse | |

Infinite Energy S

Get on your bike and get out of my face it smells of fish and oil on the beach this peachy day cape on my shoulders to fly away up with the seagulls I sh*t on your face Now that the body has been properly buried full of the scars from the wars do I carry I cannot believe you all find me scary I skip full of spirit for despite this I'm still merry For on this day God smiled on me gave me the sign to renew my belief and with his presence I shall achieve an eternal life filled by my infinite energy (S).


Details | Ballad | |

My Cousin Alf

Written by my Cousin Susan Northwood who thinks she cannot write. She wrote this poem for me. pleaser let her know that she can write very well, she is also an excellent artist. By the way, I am back from my holiday, and glad to be back with you all.





My cousin  Alf.

Whilst searching on the net one day
A name jumped out on me
Peter Duggan, as he is known
My cousin, that he be.
A crazy man, a writer too
Speaks his mind, I kid not you
He loves to argue, and debate
Gossip, and trivia, he does so hate.

He wrote me emails, all the time
And many poems in rhythm, and rhyme
His words were calming, made sense to me
Helped my fears,and anxieties.
Life for him had not been kind
Bullied, beaten, and a troubled mind
But here he was, helping me
With all my anger, that He could see

As time did pass, my life got better
Thanks to him, and all his letters
Back and forth, we wrote like mad
Happy laughing, and sometimes sad.
Now here in Oz, I've come to see
My cousin, and his family
Yes he's just how I imagined
Loves all life, and writes with passion.

He argues, talks, and often shouts
Sings, and laughs, but what about?
Yes, he's blunt, and can be rude
He'll shock you too, if you're a prude
But underneath his suit of armour
There stands a man, who's met his karma
All he wants is peace in in life
No more trouble. fights and strife.

There's many souls who cannot cope
With this loud, outspoken bloke
But I know where this man is from
He says it in his words and songs.
So for me he is not Peter
Or Billy, John or Ralph
He simply is my cousin 
Also known as Alf.

Written by Susan Northwood, for Peter Duggan.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Silence

SILENCE I walked desolated in thought. My life, as is, however, was fulfilled with internal joy. The privacy I possess was bleak. An austere appearance I kept. A woman with child sighs. I hear her murmur to self that I seem to be upset. I looked away and said nothing. My feet begin to drag. I straighten my poster very fast. The silence was taking over my mind. I had not spoken in quite a while. The screaming down Main Street did not disturb me at all. I was so deep in thought but very aware of my surroundings. The bullet came flying in air. The whispering I heard when I enter the Square was such a pleasant change. I saw friends sitting there and spoke to them. The stillness of the afternoon had begun to disintegrate to a pattern of sounds. The silence I enjoyed was the same as the pleasant environment I enter now. This old world will continue to prove that it is not that old at all. The omen is oracle that does not change. We are life formed. We employ a difference but only in similar growth. The silence when heard tells us that we are the manifold. User Name: Verlena Pseudonyms: Oblivion Dark Sunshine & Poethics Oblivion Stareyes Motif: Silence


Details | I do not know? | |

WHO AM I BY NAME ALONE

written 10th Aug 2013



I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"

She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"


Details | Imagism | |

In The Land of Light

When I tell you that I love you 
I mean it like NO other

It does not come from my mind 
nor my heart  

But from deep within my soul


I love you with the innocence 
of an infant and the playfulness 
of a child
Like the daydream of a 
teenager and the content in a 
woman's smile

It's a love that grows within me 
every time I meet your gaze
A love that embraces and binds 
me in so many different ways

A love that sparkles on the 
river like the sun could only get 
brighter
As breathtaking as the 
waterfalls which make 
discomforts lighter

A love that has the power to 
make the forests much more 
greener
That illuminates the ocean and 
makes all melodies sound 
sweeter

A love that views the night sky 
more magical than it seems
That allows me to fall sleep and 
have the most enchanting 
dreams

A love that puts me at ease 
and gives me peace of mind
It encompasses all of my 
beliefs and strengthens bonds 
to the Divine

This love in its entirety was not 
even portrayed above
As there is no earthly way to 
even begin to describe my love 


I cannot say that I will love you 
forever, as that is a time to 
measure 

In the place that I truly love 
you, time does not exist

It is in the land of light where 
only this love subsists


Details | ABC | |

Beast



Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night, 
from an evil source that I fear to strike. 
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices 
that when I found my stallion horses. 
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide, 
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide. 
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep 
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat 
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast. 
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.

by Keith Relf


Details | Free verse | |

I love you

The love was a dream so I hope that I keep the length of my life asleep 
The series was your love I do not want him to be the end of the 
If your love so I hope that breathe air 
If your love I want a cigarette that has become addicted to them 
The love was a wealth so I hope to live in my body 
The love was the most beautiful bird dreamed of his upbringing


Author : Omar Hachmi 


Details | Rhyme | |

Together,Forever

I call it a blessing from above
And I know everyone wants this to have
Everyone is looking for it
But only few can found it

I'm lucky I'm one of that few
And I've been blessed to found true love in you
It's like a dream came true
To be loved by the guy I loved too

To you,I felt the undefined happiness
For me,for all the guys you are the best!
And I want you to stay for the rest of my life
Coz' I really need someone like you in my life

I consider you as a blessing sweetheart
So I give to you my sincere HEART
I love you forever
And I hope that God will guide us to be together..forever


Details | Rhyme | |

Eyes of Seminary

Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook

Every day in our lives has different fragrance,
God give us various things in abundance,
Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance,
Things depend according to the attendance.

Two years of studies,
Helped us to come out with various abilities,
Extremely joyful moments with buddies,
But life said every aspect has its boundaries.

Teachers become very friendly,
They approach us very kindly,
They speak on us exaggeratedly,
Because they know, if not we might behave badly.

Big shots in the school boundary,
These are years of foundry,
It helped us to find and go for laundry,
Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry.


Various angles the kith and kins are civilized,
It’s because our knowledge is enhanced,
Guys and girls turned well experienced,
That’s why we call it levels of advanced.


Details | Rhyme | |

For Always

Every moment I can't see your face;
These are the days and nights when I miss you.
I ask that you stay for always,
On sunny days and when it rains too.

If I speak to another pretty dame,
She's not the flame inside that grows.
In my heart you will remain;
This one thing I'd like you to know.



©2013 Honestly JT
For Skat -Love's "Under 10" Poetry Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Red Roses

Their petals are falling as their colors change
It wasn’t this way before but is it strange?
These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow
Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow?
Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes
A little change in season is all it takes,
But will these roses bloom again in a new morn?
Will their love come back to greatly adorn?

Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away?
Or will it come back to make everything okay?
For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever?
Will the image and value from them permanently sever?
Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark?
As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark? 
Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn?
And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?



Details | Concrete | |

DISTURBED CREATURE- Am I

A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.

DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ??       BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!

Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!

Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!

Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!! 

with Suyog Pagare


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

the Rose


                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 
                       
                 


Details | Ballade | |

Success

Success

The other day I saw a man
He was an old, old man
He had this sparkle on his face
And a wondrous smile that ran
Right from his mouth up to his ears
He was a happy guy
And yet he had no home, no car
And soon in death he’ll lie.

I saw a man on the Television
His face all misery
He was a man who had so much
Such an important man he be
And yet his face was deathly grey
All life was drained from it
It seems that all his cobwebbed money
Has not helped him a bit.

I let you see the contrast here
So all you folk who hope
One day to be someone of means
I hope they will take note
Though money has a lot of value
It does not bring success
Cause in the end success must mean
A life of happiness.

1 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.





Details | Dramatic monologue | |

For Him

Hi. If you are reading this letter, then i know my wife has chosen you. This is to serve as my last writing directed to you after my death. Please note she has never read this letter. I would like to welcome you and thank you for choosing her over all the beautiful women in the world. I hardly know you but I'm willing to trust and respect your presence in her life and that you'll bring nothing but joy. Strongly i hope you feel exactly the same as she does, after all she chose to give you this letter. No one can replace our love, but that does not mean you should build a bridge between my past life with her. Do not attempt reshuffling her heart, empathy, sensitivity or replacing what i planted in her heart. Our tree of love will continue growing. Please take good care of her heart as it’s not billable. 

Her tears of joy are always ready to explode. Every night has been a page in our love book. So please do not change the theme as you will be forced to adjust the ending. I so much wanted to continue writing our book but i had to off ramp my journey with her as the cancer was forcefully blocking my way. She doesn't know that. My fingerprints on her smiles never got damaged and the footsteps i wrote on her body never sounded fictional. If you look at the corner of her lips she owns no dark secrets. She gets rewarded for every risk she puts her family in. Her wheelchair has never had a flat tire, but if it does please contact bible services on psalm they fix everything. 

What i noticed is that she loved checking up the Christianity call centres within the bible phone book. The numbers will never change, only agents do so keep encouraging her to make calls. She used to randomly open the book and choose a page with her eyes closed. Even though she sometimes looked lost she always found the right pages. I hope it’s not too much to ask, but please allow her to visit on our birthday and that's every three days before the New Year. That is the only time i could turn to the other side on my grave. Plus the funeral cover promised us non of its pillows in my coffin. Do not make yes an answer to every call made by my parents. We owe them nothing, infect i haven’t spoken to them in ten years. 

With all that said she will blow your mind if you let her.

Thank you


Details | Narrative | |

Indefinite Love

I saw a young lady who was so perfect that she made my heart beat
I could not figure it out and now I really don't know I had to take a seat
She smiled like an angel in the heavens with glorious blinding teeth
She seems so kind and full of life and never put people beneath
I do not have a bad thought or a moment without any ease
I notice that because she pulled me up and smiled with a tease
She kept things close to her like my hand and my heart
She knew that I was just the man that gave her a good start
I never had a thought of leaving because of a fight
I will never part with her because she is my sight
She looks forward at all times and never looks back
She knows how I am if some one would hurt her I would attack
I will never leave her side with out her knowing she is safe and sound
I am the man of her dreams I will never let her down hard on any ground
She loves me with all her heart and I know this because she gives me the look
She knew how long I waited for her to notice me, I remember it was long time it took
I waited by her side when she was ill and could not walk 
I held her hand and made her smile when I told her I love her, when I talk
She noticed it in my voice the feelings with care
She never looked at me in a blank stare


Details | Concrete | |

TRUTH

TRUTH

                The egg
            The egg of light
         As full as it is,I see
       It is priceless but free
        It is one of its kind
        Others like it, shine
         Deceiving the 'wise'
           Open your eyes
               For it's
                  one


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Alliteration | |

you stole my heart

Words! Those words took me to heaven. Had I known that they were just whispers,  the words that fed my smile and gaze my laughter. I surrendered to him as he request. I was addicted to his touch, you astounded me how could you be so wicked so heartless. I gave you my heart I believed in your love. I felt the gravity from Jupiter; he was my life, my hope, my love. All is gone, passed by thereof the hurt is such no one should bear what’s to life, why should I care? weep all night for my love gone My heart is sick, for death I long Mine eyes well tears for love that's lost I'll bear always for the great cost. You don't mean what you say and don't mean what you do You don't mean anything because it's not true. You broke my fall and stole my heart am already damaged, you let it fall apart. The tears I cry now fall with my misery, once covered up, now for the world to see whom I really am inside. For all to see rules to which I don't abide. The circumstances in which reality shall fade. The unwanted feelings your lies have made, the shame when I realized you gained my trust the truth fading as the dust Slips through my fingers grain by grain. My heart's not only torn but also slain as shards of glass fall from the sky. Tears of blood fall from my eye. Your words crawled across my skin and I forget what I don't believe in my heart pounds as I lift my head. Dare to enter where no one has tread And I looked deep into your eyes Found the source of all your lies And even though I know they'll never be true With all my heart, I'll continue loving you. My love for you is real and true and I keep on sticking to the basic that am still in love with you I cant deny it it’s the fact and the living truth. how can i ever alllow my self to forget how wonder you could be, although you are another in these hard days mesmerized are your thoughts but love you are still the only man I want to love. save my soul.


Details | Limerick | |

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - E PLURIBUM ANUS



RIPAE BENI DEAU VER

In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Minara excommunica
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.



Story:
http://www.sloveniatimes.com/president-to-attend-pope-francis-s-installation-mass#komentarji


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him. 


www.jesus.si


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Diamante | |

Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love

A small poem “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” wrote by Mrs. Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare

 “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” 

Seating nearby valley side,
Astonished by seeing a nature's serene beauty. 
Amidst Grassy hills,
zigzagically mounted on the stupefying homeland.
Pristine Water, Sliding from the highest peak,
Flowing in its own way,
Wondering about its challenging destiny.
Love the way you are.
I owe you for myself!!

Wind's whispered, Cheering in its ain way.
Chanting of music beats,
Recited with a soothing intonation.
Birds speaking eloquently..
Dazzling due to marvellous rainbow..
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself!!

Amazing and enamoured environment aroused my emotions,
Feeling Shy to express.
Missing my dream person,my Mr.Adam.
Versatile persona where are you?
Come here and hug me.
Fuel me up with spirit.
Gift me a smile.
Until forever fades away, Endure me.
Love the way you are..
I owe you for myself!!

Finished dropping stones in water.
Gladly waiting for your arrival.
Testing patience is all enough now.
Wanted to feel the gist of love.
Desire to fulfil wish with pure heart and soul.
Auspicious moments provoking to capture 
Love the way you are, 
I owe you for myself





by Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

The Treachery of Images

I stopped to see a painting by an artist named Rene
A beautiful tobacco pipe on a field of tannish gray
A rather quirky caption below the pipe of brownish wood
"Ceci n'est pas une pipe", it read... Had I misunderstood?

"Ceci n'est pas une pipe" in French means "This is not a pipe" 
It sure looked like Daddy's briar to me, and of the usual type
There must be a hidden meaning, that clods like me don't get
Perhaps if I would cross my eyes, I'd see a cigarette

I moved up close, I crossed my eyes, then backed across the way
I looked for occult images,  but much to my dismay
It still appeared to be a pipe to me... How could I be misled?
Then a kindly docent smiled at me and this is what he said:

"Sometimes artists fool your eye and sometimes fool your mind
Our brains are tooled for symbols, the way that we're designed."
He pulled out a pipe and said: "Magritte just had his fun.
This one here's an actual pipe, and that's a painting of one."

March 11, 2013


Details | Lyric | |

A Simple Kiss

A simple kiss will tell if you might love me.
A simple kiss will tell how much I care.
Yes, our lips will reveal 
Exactly how we feel;
So, kiss me…if you dare.

A simple kiss…it’s so very easy,
A simple kiss that only two can share;
But that kiss may be a chance
To find life’s true romance;
So, kiss me…kiss me… if you dare.

My heart began to race
When first I saw your face,
A face I had to dream to see;

Compelled to take this chance,
I dared to ask you for this dance,
And now, you're here... with me.

So, a simple kiss will tell if you might love me.
Surely, you have a kiss to spare.
If you ever hoped for a chance
To find your life’s true romance,
Then, kiss me…Please kiss me… 
Kiss me…if you dare.


Details | Shape | |

Tree

                                             Tree
                                       you grow so tall
                             so green and wonderful and bold
               your braches  look so chaotic        yet so perfectly shaped.
            You give me the air I breath,        and the shade I need,    to keep me cool on hot summer days.   I love to just sit under you     and watch your sparkling        leaves glisten in the light of the sun. Sometimes;   my whole day  can be wasted just noticing in amazement the awesome power of you. You withstand the wind and the rain and the snow almost as if it's not a chore at all. I think to myself how neat it is to be you,   to see   centuries pass by    without a word;   you deliver  to the newest   generation      admiring     your qualities.   I really like how      every day   you reach for the light of our star and never get to your goal,
  but that doesn't keep you from trying.  That's what more people in this world need,
dedication,  commitment, understanding of what life gives us  and how we receive it.
       You know tree;   you give me hope  in the way we      as humans can view life.  There is  a possibility   that we              might just have a chance.        
                If more people would just stop       and see your accomplishments 
      It might just lead to something wonderful.     Maybe even inspirational.     
                But I'm not the type of person   that will get my hopes up.  
                        Perhaps in that      is where the human
                                problem lies?    We believe    that we are 
                                        the ultimate   earthbound entities. 
                                        When clearly          it is you.
                                       You live longer grow taller
                                  breath in that which animals breath out.
                                 You use the earth for growth instead 
                          of covering up your waste for the next generations to take.
                          You supply the earth with nutrients for the ground
                   and atmosphere for the air. You create your own rain and 
   shade so you don't burn. You give shelter for mankind, and home   for                    animals and birds        You are what man-kind will never be.
                 A Tree                  A Tree                            A Tree


Details | Blank verse | |

The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


Details | Acrostic | |

Who Am I

Who am I?
Question indeed!

  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 
hope.
  
  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 
I am.



Name: Ifeanyi Bob 
Ekechukwu.
Date:24-10-2013.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Single Leaf Out of A Tree

A single leaf, 
Falls out of a tree above me,
 As it twist and turn, 
The wind blows it in my direction, 
It symbolizes the ending point of my 
struggles and all my pain, 
It tells me that they twist and turn, 
But never remain, 
It takes a sudden fall next to me, 
But why? 
It symbolizes the thought of being 
alone, 
It tells me that someone is always 
by my side, 
As I write, 
The leaf flies away, 
As if it had a huge success in 
incouragement, 
Nature communicates with us in 
many ways, 
Not with words, 
But with a single leaf out of a tree.


Details | Free verse | |

Bravery

It's not a lesson to be taught
Or a skill to be acquired
It's the nudge to move forward
Open when the time is right
It's the spirit inside
God leading on the way
On the journey to discover
He is all you need
It's the courage to let go
Say yes instead of no
Reveal what you've been holding back
As Jesus takes the wheel
It's the realization that it doesn't matter
What others think of you
God leads you where you're meant to be
Just allow you to be you
It's the standing up to fear
Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!"
The battle has been fought too long
Time to let the stalemate end
It's the inspiration you've been holding
For others and for yourself
The light we've been dimming
Rather than shining on His behalf
It's the spontaneity in the decision
To follow His call all the way
Discovering peace in being you
Wide open as the perfect creation you are
The world out there is brutal
But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand
His bravery now is all we have
But His bravery of love is all we need
May God bless you!


Details | Narrative | |

In memory of Bob

In memory of Bob
A true story.

It was in spring of two thousand when I first saw Bob. I’d just started working at Perth Dental hospital, and in fact it was my first day there. I walked up to the front door of this building, but it wasn’t yet opened. So I turned around and went to sit in the bus shelter which was just outside the building. As I went to sit down I noted a dark skinned gentleman sitting there with a happy, benign look on his face. He was about five feet eight give or take a little, and he was rather a thickset man who looked like he’d done his fair share of hard work in his sixty years or more.

     There was something about this Gentleman that I could not quite put my finger on. He had a certain charisma about him; not the phony kind of charisma that one seen in the car salesman or the philanderer who messes with women’s heads, no, Bob had a kind of friendly smile for everyone that he met, and he seemed to draw people into him with his love, and gigantic heart. I knew as soon as I met him that Bob was most definitely for me.

      As Bob looked at me and smiled, the whole world seemed to open up. He said “Ow ya  going mate” in a loud ebullient manner, then we started to chat. Bob was like myself, a thinker, and straight away we started philosophizing about this, that, and the other, and it was like we had known each other forever. Then all of a sudden I found Bob talking about death, and the difference in the way the Maori people faced death, compared to the rather the silly way us white folk look at the subject with great fear in our hearts. Now this had always interested me, and  somehow it just seemed natural to talk to this Maori gentlemen on this subject, and we spoke about it till the doors opened and it was time to work.

      I don’t think anything happens just by chance, and I definitely have this feeling that Bob and I were meant to meet, and I really think this was a major destiny thing. I have found during the course of my life,  that as I am aging, I can feel something pushing me into a certain direction, and I always felt that Bob was part of all this; and I had much to learn from him. Although I have never believed in organized religion, and never followed one I have always felt deeply spiritual, and I have met many people who I learned from, and Bob was most definitely one of them with all his great wisdom and patience. As I came to know Bob, we had many dialogues together, on many subjects. Bob used to love music and could always have time to plonk away on his guitar. He used to come round to my place and we would play songs together, though both he and I were no Eric Clapton’s, I would bang around on my guitar and play the harp, while we would both take out turns at singing. We’d have a smoke or a beer or two, and we’d play songs all day long,  ahhh, I remember those days well, the memories are so strong.

     Bob was one hell of a man, I could tell that he had been a wild one in his youth,
But when I knew him in his sixties he was an icon of wisdom and virtue; he had a kind word for everyone, and gave all his time to anybody who needed him, always.
He used to hear me waffling on like an idiot, trying to make him like me [as I always did] but never once did he tell me how foolish I was, he would just smile knowingly at me. He used to stand there at the window for hours, just drinking in the trees, or the clouds in the sky, and yet he was so aware, I used to try to sneak up on him; it couldn’t be done. His awareness was incredible.

     Then one day Bob fell ill with terminal cancer, and he knew that he had very little time left on this Earth. He lay there sick for days in intolerable pain,  but you never heard one complaint from him, even when he only had days to live, he was still worrying about the welfare of others. When the day finally come for Bob to leave his shell; he was lying there in deep sleep, when all of a sudden he woke up, with a smile on his face. His children asked him ‘Dad, do you want some pain killers” Bob laughed, compassion written all over his face, and he said to them ‘Not one of you has a clue, have you’ and he died with a big smile on his face.

   His daughter got in touch with me, and told me about his death, and also told me that his last wish was to have me watch his soul leave his body. I felt very honored about this and went and sat with his body [as Maoris do]. I got the most peaceful feeling come to me [which I presume was his spirit leaving his body] as I watched his silent body, a Mari war stick and a beautiful rose lay across his chest. I still see it, and I feel blessed by it. He was my Maori warrior, and I adored the man.
 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Rhyme | |

FOREVERMORE

When I hear your name
My heart beats faster than usual
It's not that I am ashame
But It's just your name is too special..

Can't control the feelings
When I am with you
Can't stop smiling
When you hold me like you do

When you hug me then
I feel like I'm in heaven
You are a blessing from above
And you are the reason why I loved

I'll promise to love you FOREVERMORE..
And I will cherish you until the end of my borrowed life
And I will keep our precious memories as long as
we see each other in our next life..


Details | Lyric | |

Smoke in the distance

Smoke in the distance

I saw it in the distance
The air was filled with smoke
A bush fire, it was raging
Oh, lord this was no joke
For I was heading homeward
It was starting to look bad
For my house was up yonder
The fear it drove me mad.

I've seen so many fires
I know what they can do
I nearly lost my home before
It's bad, I'm telling you
The fear was getting stronger
My imaginations, wild
I felt my body trembling
As I panicked like a child.

The thick black smoke was rising
I drove the car like mad
My house might be on fire
Oh, it was looking bad.

As I reached my destination
My fears did melt to nil
I'll remember that grand feeling
I guess I always will
My house it was still standing
That fire had passed on through
Oh lord it felt so wonderful
I don't mind I'm telling you.

14 October 2013 @ 0755hrs.
Peter Duggan, for groove it contest in Country and Western mode
Sorry, the best I can do.


Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.


Details | Free verse | |

Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Close enough

Closer to the clouds 
Soaring through the soft misty flocks of vapour
Higher
Touching the overstretched never ending horizons
Stronger
Closer to the clouds
Reaching for the elusive galaxy scattered with stars
Wiser.


Metempirical
Scenes
Outside my window, birds perched on window panes
Breathing the hopes of life
Burying their worries, letting them go
Soaring away the pains of yesterday
Home
The distance reassures me of the longer road I have
Waiting working of what might come
Relieving the old alleys
Streets that left me hanging, roaming 
Stranded with loneliness

Pause
Break from the fast pace of life
Dive into total surrender
Break from our shallow life filled with plans
The never ending ambitious dreams
Capturing each moment, not giving any a miss

Forgotten
The small sentiments
The simple notions
The innocent thoughts 
And the crazy bedlams
Unfortunate
Life
Thrive, we will.


Details | Verse | |

michelle



                    Michelle ~
                        my sister we have been through life suffered loss
                 you making conscience effort to make amends for past

                         Je Taime Cheri  ~
                Michelle~                
                    my sister finding her own path without orders 
                 never have I left your side knowing in time you will see

                   
                             so proud to be called yours 
                    Michelle ~my sister
               Loving you always unconditionally 

              we all stubble and fall on this ridged road 
                      Michelle I love you 
                                    not enough told ~


Details | Romanticism | |

The Intensifying love story

The Intensifying love story by 
Madhavi.S.Pagare
 
I simply adore you, my Mesmerizing 
Persona.
As you are my first love.
Who lighted my heart with full of pride and 
joy.
Who ignited the ecstasy towards lovely life.
Who relieved my pains and took sorrows 
as boon.
You made me fall sick in your love when I 
see your madness.
I like the way,
The way you gazed at me and my smoky 
eyes.
The way you smiled at my mystifying and 
enigmatic appeal.
The way you every time praises me.
The way you galvanized me and proved 
the meaning of life.
You are the one,
Yes, you are the one who aroused my 
feelings, my emotions.
Yes, you are the one who explored my 
passion of love, flaming in my charismatic 
soul.
Yes, you are the lovely treasure which god 
had baptized me.
Yes, you are the one who turned the page 
of my life.
Eureka, I found my true love!!!!
Bewilderedly I did not know, where is my 
love taking me to ??
But still I like the way,
Like, the way you clutched me into your 
arms.
Like, the way you kissed my palms.
Like, the way you hugged me, caressed 
me.
Like, the way you rubbed your fingers on 
my lips.
Like, the way you tickled me on my neck.
Like, the way you squeezed my cheeks.
Like, the way you holded me up towards 
the sky.
Like, the way when you inspired me to fly 
so high.
Tears dropped from my eyes and the very 
next moment I realized that it is my 
sensational love. My true love. Then I 
decided that no one had right to do this 
except you. If you want to know the 
reason?? If yes??
Yes, because I seriously fell in love with 
you.
Yes, because you are the one to whom god 
had assigned me to.
And here comes the Swifted instance 
when??
When, the moment you wore the golden 
ring in my finger and I was happily waving 
around.
Just can’t forget the time when our long 
lasting friendship turned into lifetime 
relationship.
It was just the blooming of two lover’s 
indicating the herald of the marriage. It 
means a lot for any girl in this amazing 
world.
And yes, you will always find my heart 
topped with love showered only for you. 
For you!!
And till my last breathe, my heart beats, 
beating for you, only for you SUYOG!!
In fervour I wanted you to be mine forever, 
forever.
We both sojourned in each other soul so 
deeply that we just can’t wait for a single 
second, unless and until, we share what is 
running in our mind. It’s just because we 
are so much accustomed to each other 
now. 
I Love you, adore you, adore you forever 
my Love.


Details | Ballade | |

In the twilight hours

In the twilight hours

In the twilight hours
We walk the streets alone
Bear and I in the inky darkness
I like to be on my own
On these precious morning hours
When I sink within my soul
It's in the wondrous morning times
When me, I feel so whole.

Then when the walk is over
I do my best to write
A lovely song for you alone
It gives me such delight
To write you words of love, and bliss
For you're my precious one
And I have need to do this thing
Way before the day's begun.

I guess that I'll be writing thus
Until the day I die
I am a wordsmith naught much else
And within my heart there lies
Two ton of love, sweet, tender love
And all of it for you
I am the troubadour of love
So what else can I do?

15 October 2013 @ 0552hrs.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Hey my Honeybunch, You let my first Wedding Anniversary unforgettable


           Guys I would like to share my FIRST WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 Hey my Honeybunch,You let my first Wedding Anniversary unforgettable.. 

        Hey guys, you know what?? I had got a pleasant surprise from my hubby.It was our 1st Marriage Anniversary on 24th April 2013. Actually we both had tight work schedule..and hubby was at pune..It was too hard to digest that v couldn’t meet each other..but some hw prepared mentally that its ok.. will meet @ weekend..After few hours bro called and said that he is going to organize party for my in-laws and mom-dad n he said..your hubby wont come bt he askd me to conduct party tonight..I got too upset bcz f dis again..dat hw cud i without hubby :(( but after few minutes i got clue frm my momma n i ws at the top f my world..everyone was waiting to cut the cake n my eyes wer desperately searching suyog..hotel assistants wer asking quite oftenly "shall v bring the cake n i ws like..no no wait..just wait.." but later dey brought the cake aftr bro's signal..n dey started clapping n played music for wishing.. Everybody said : Now stand n cut the cake..he won’t come..my bro also said how eagerly u bin w8tin n searching fr him bt he really wont cum..my bro n my family members not only confused me but hotel assistants as well regarding suyog's arival but i said where is my hubby??????? i wont cut the cake without him..gt too too upset again n emotional :(':(' was trying his phone bt he avoided my cal n msg popped out..he is busy with other manager..talk later..gt really upset bcz f dis..den i felt now seriously he won’t come..Suddenly i had glimpse f suyog n i ws like is it suyog??????? dat ws the touching moment....gt too too excited n my happiness was beyond bound..Everybody around me laughed.He hugged me n wished me..I too wished him..later we cutted the cake n he gave me nicely decorated flower bouquet..Really Suyog “You made me insane..you made me sick..men..in your love..Without you my life will be incomplete..” Heartiest congratulations to you my Honey!!!!muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and I wish you to b as my life partner fr all seven birth's..n lastly thanks fr hp pavilion lappy,beautiful sarees n amazing jewelleries.. :) :) /\./\ 

Wrote by:
Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare



Details | Ballad | |

LETS OPINION BE DIFFERENT

Let's opinion be different so there is story
I do not like to air criticism
I just only like to ask
And the question itself will be criticism
Criticism on people who were asked
If to ask would be more prudent
Criticism is quite violent
I am so afraid of violence
I have to use the technique
Technique to ask with its critique 
And that is certainly more painful
Like a snake that run along quiet
But the extract of poison is very painful
I also laughed when criticism aired among
True indeed… 

Translation...


PENDAPAT BIAR BERBEZA
Oleh Neldy Jolo

Biarkan pendapat itu berbeza jadi ada cerita
Aku tidak suka berkritik
Aku suka sahaja betanya
Dan pertanyaan itu sendiri akan jadi kritikan 
Kritikan pada orang yang ditanya
Kalau bertanya akan lebih berhemah
Mengkritik itu agak keras 
Aku sangat takut kekerasan
Aku kena menggunakan teknik
Teknik bertanya dengan kritikan bersamanya
Dan yang pastinya itu lebih pedih
Ibarat ular yang menyusur tenang
Tetapi bisanya sangat pedih
Aku juga tertawa bila berkritikan sesama
Benar belaka…



Wednesday, 20 March 2013, 4:59 PM
Let US All Save Peace. Ilyimy. Layag Sug!
Puisi hasil perkongsian cerita dengan Cikgu Ezza Fazlina Jamlidi


Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Ballade | |

A message of love

A message of love

Love it be the sweetest thing
I have found this out
I didn’t always know this though
It’s sweetness I did doubt
I never, ever gave, just took
As I treated you like a slave
I do not want much in this world
But forgiveness I do crave

I was the product of my dad
Who treated mum this way
That was what they taught me then
So when it came, my day
To marry you, my sweetest one
I thought that’s what men did
But now my angel listen well
Can’t keep my feelings hid…

I now know love so very well
It’s not the way I thought
Crazy feelings all the time
All that stuff comes to naught
For this, it cannot last forever
But true love really does
And Lord it’s such a wondrous thing
Though it don’t cause much fuss

It’s in those little things we do
As each day comes along
It’s about that old togetherness
That hold folks oh, so strong
It’s such a joy, but one can’t see
Like he does, when he is old
That love grows sweeter every day
Though the life force grows more, cold.

18 August 2013 @ 0531hrs


Details | Romanticism | |

When I Look Into Her Eyes

Every time I'm feeling down, or feeling so blue
As if there's nothing I can do
My spirits always seem to rise
When I Look Into Her Eyes

I'm new at this, this game of love, but got no shame
Get excited when she calls my name
We're trying on love for the very first time
When I Look Into Her Eyes

Their beauty takes me to the depths of forever
Where we are so happy, and together
Oh how I'd love to just hold her tight, and never let go
Into Her Eyes, oh how they glow

Comforting and loving with passion to spare
Those two heavens with my world, I ache to share
I'm trying on a first love, a first love for size
When I Look Into Her Eyes

The fires of my love they're igniting 
And to our future her eyes are exciting
There's rose gardens and sunny skies
When I Look Into Her Eyes

Their love, with desire is burning
She's got my world upside down, and turning
Oh how the world stops, yet the time somehow flies
When I Look Into Her Eyes

But when I think about what will happen
I realize Into Her Eyes, how deep I am trapped in
Soon I will have to kiss her softly with the goodbyes
How long will I live without their beauty, how will I survive?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Angels In Our Pathway

I look deeply into The Children's Eye's
 
The War;Hatred and devastation,Why???  
I see it upon the faces of The Elderly Deaths.
The Wisdom We buried as They take Their last Breath.
I have sat with The Forgotten Mentally Ill as I start...
I still See The Promise in Their Souls beyond A concerned Heart.
The Belief with-in Our Hearts:To Heal and cure Our Wills.
I've been to See The Cripple Veterans of Our Wars...
They fought to Preserve Our Lives,Our Dreams,and Protect Our Shores.
I have been risen by fables,literature,and bed time stories.
I have loved The Weak and The Meek risen by Their hard work and Glory.
I have seen PAIN;Buried People and Children that died in Flames...
I know They Are ANGELS walking now in A Kingdom of Heaven domain.
I've had Friends murdered by the fate of Their Own Hands;Anger and Rage...
             
              The Truth pours,As I soak Ink to This very New Page:
               For Today blood spills still; My Concerned Thought of The Day!
               Peace On Earth seems so distant;just like a small microwave ray.
               The Labors and Fruits of Our Principles Fallen from straight Above.
               As though Hope walks into Faith lead By LOVE.
 
It is definitely A Prayer of mine In Completion;Open All Books of Every Season...
For The Spice of Life is The Angels inside You;In Our Pathways For Excellent 
                                          REASONS!!!

                                By Charlene L. Wilcox            09-24-2014


Details | Name | |

Shanity Rain

            So many amazing Artist ~
             one would never complain

            Just to be amongst all Soup 
             my name will never be plain

            I love all indiscriminately 
            My friends you'll  remain 

            Not to confuse or cause pain
            for the reason lies not in Vain

             From now on just call me 
                Shanity Rain ~

           However my Children remind me , I'm Insane ~
        '   Shanity Rain  my new Pen name  '


Details | Bio | |

GET WELL SOON MY QUEEN

O My Queen please gets well soon
So you take your cake you asked from Ayah
I know you are in pain

And you know how much I love you my dear
I cannot express how deep I am wounded with pain
The pain you are feeling

It is your destiny to feel such pain in your birthday
It is ordained by Allah so you may be strong enough to face this world
I knew you would be well kalasahanku (my love)

Ayah still thankful to Allah that you are to feel the challenge
But had that challenge could be transferred to me
I am greatly willing to take it to ease you my darling

Be strong enough because Allah still loves you so much
As I do love you My Queen, Ratuka Sihku Ashasulu
Remember and inked this in your heart
Your Ayah indeed loves you so much

I love you so much Anak, I love you so much
And I miss you so much and you are always in my hug
My tears maybe whispers you calmness and peace
If my weep comforts you; I will make you feel it

I am far from you physically, but my love embraces you
You may not see me crying but I am letting you to feel it
You are in my prayer every seconds of the moment
So please get well soon lasa!





27th April 2013. 11:00am
University Condo Apartment, Kota Kinabalu
Ratu still in the Melaka Hospital treated for Leptospirosis
Her birthday is 25th April 2013. Exactly four years old.


Details | Concrete | |

Finis

'an empty verse' and empty hands ~understand~ The glass in hand can drown out ten- thousand and ten; Hearts, ~emptiness~ ' ' looking for ? a f l o w e r '' '' ' ' ' " " , ', ', (Oh, Holy Nights) on bend-ed knee enlightened to see, Ten Drops from the Glass < << < << < << < I ponder great love and then I let it go (Boomerang) Hands, (the) Masters Hand * * * * * * * * * A parade o'er ParodieS "'atop'" "the Table" Inspired by a reply to comment: 3/6/2012 ~ "Slowly Ascending The Steps Unto Once Upon A Times Familar Front Door~ Seems As Though But Yesterday When It's Newness Held Such Vibrancy, Colours & Laughter~ Love Filled The Hallways Leading Into Many Different Rooms; Some Were Hidden~ A Vacancy Sign Now Posted Upon The Curtainless Window; Inside My Heart~ Sppring Melting These The Last Winters Remnants Of Snow Left Amid The Blizzard~ Winds Whispering Through The Trees; Flowers Bending In This Their Wake~ With A Single Rose Sitting Atop An Empty Table Beyond The Glass, Aside A Note~ Time, Beckoning From The Street; Leaving A Bottle Of Champagne At The Threshold~ Wrapped With A Red Bow And Turning To Make My Way; Beyound The Rainbows." Love John!:)


Details | Romanticism | |

Love needs Two Hearts

Love cannot bloom,
love cannot go on,
love cannot persue it dreams,
love cannot be what it is meant to be,
love cannot be where it is supposed to be,
if love doesn't have two hearts.

Love needs two hearts to be true,
Like water to a dried rose
makes it bloom in spring weather
with such glory and beauty.
Love cannot be true if one heart
doesn't love the other.
Care, trust, honesty and loyalty
in love it has no boundaries,
it has no color, it has no age,
like a fine wine or an aged whiskey
it grows better with time.
But love cannot fullfill without the other half.

If a woman loves man,
let her love him,
if you love me,
than love me, but if my heart is gone
and cannot be found in such relation with you
then I must halt, till my heart comes around.
If it never does show with the first light of morning,
then it wasn't meant to be with thee.
Come now, do not shed a tear for me,
a simple heathin, who cries havoc
when something doesn't go his way.
Do not cry, do not shed your one of a kind tears
for a souless man, for a heartless man like I,
but do not blame me,
if my heart cannot be found.

Love needs two hearts,
not one or the other can survive
without each other.
Love is patient, love is kind,
but with ever lover comes another.
And we will all fall in great and deep love,
be intoxicated with each other,
and our sweet kisses that God himself would shed a tear
for such beauty that still exisits.
Love needs two hearts,
you cannot have one, without the other.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Smile

Kill a smile with a kiss
The demise of it will visit you in your dreams
Never will I let you
Drown in a pool of angry thoughts
I will be your unexpected smile
Every time I bring u roses b4 valentine
A wet poem I would recite for you

I would make you my 1st rhyme
your heart-beat will rhyme
Twist my beat box
Into a love song
A cartoon I would paint in your heart to keep you smiling
Your twin smiles I would define in vernacular
Though I speak no language from Peninsula
My parents will define your beauty as African splendor
Black mother nation
Smile please smile


Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Details | Rhyme | |

Regret

Regret

Regrets I have so many
But one that drags me down
Every time I think about it
My face takes on a frown.

It was the day I left my wife
Though why I do not know
All I know with certainty
Is that I hurt that lady so

I never will forgive myself
The remorse is hard to bear
And everywhere I try to go
The furies, they are there.

I know until my dying day
I never will forget
The day I left my wife behind
It fills me with regret.

8 August 2013 @ 1720hrs.




Details | ABC | |

Push Up

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

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

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

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

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


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





Details | Free verse | |

March Fourth

I was born on March fourth, 1983.
But, I believe I was born, to march forth.
What I mean is, I was born to never give up.
To never quit.
To keep trying.
To walk my own path.
To keep going, no matter how dark my days get.
To continue on, no matter how bleak my outlook is.
To keep my head up, even when others look down on me.
I am tough, I am strong, I am a survivor.
I always was, and I always will be.
I will never stop reaching for my dream.
I will never stop going forward,
even when my shoes have worn out.
Even when my socks have torn to shreds,
even when my feet are broken and bleeding.
Because, I was born on March fourth.
To march forth.







Written by: Kelly Deschler

Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me With A Small Poem" - motif: epic


Details | Ballad | |

BLUE

Walking alone is deep.
I want to savour this nature.
I imagined this colonial structure. 

How do people live those times?
I don't mind of being under colony.
But I would fight not to be under tyranny. 

Suluk is part of Sandakan development.
William Pryer lives with them.
That modern "Jalan Pryer" is incorrect.
Coincide with the original "Jalan Praya" as it is believed. 

This building is of colonial.
That blue sky with twigs dye.
I walked alone and pass by.

Wind is blowing.
Car is horning.
I walked in the morning.
I missed this jogging. 

It's been a decade I did running.
Now I want to do it again. 
I want to achieve something.
Something is not a thing,
But a way a healing thing.

Happy Sunday for today, 
I did to jog yesterday.
I want it done every day.
I won't let that go away.

I hope so I will do it really. 
Good morning Sunday.
I love you every day.
Layag Sug!



Details | Free verse | |

Love And Pricks

I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard


Details | Free verse | |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



Details | Lyric | |

To young to die

Too young to die


They take a boy, too young to shave
Who has never lived his life
While his mates are chasing girls
They fill his life with strife
They send him off to a brand new war
Over some damned fools Ideal
I don’t understand their wars
And I guess I never will


The folk who like to run the show
Or most of them at least
Have never even been to war
They’ve never felt the beast
As he rips right into one’ intestines
That hollow hole of fear!
Each leader should be sent to war
Then the picture might grow clear


Then when they send young boys to war
They’ll see the whole damned show
The weight of endless terror
 And then maybe they’ll know
What it’s like as a fine young man
To be sent out there to die
He might then know, how a mother feels
When she’s lost her little guy.

1 August 2013 @ 1443hrs.


Details | Elegy | |

Sleeping Beauty Crisis

the rain becomes autumn
and autumn becomes rain
there is a Gold Surviving System
(GSS) around the brain
with unexpected creatures
who lift the modern burden
of being so involved 
in glass rotating hours
curriculum vitae sleep
and we call this LOVE
and we fall in a drop
among yellow leaves.

www.simonadancila.com


Details | Blank verse | |

To Be

                  to be considered a poetess ~
          to be told by so many talented people here 
               This is a beautiful write , keep writing 
           I love the way you gracefully put the words together 
            
            To be the Mother of three amazing children 
                For my Daughter to tell me she is proud of me 
           for she thinks I write beautifully ~
           To be loved infinitely ..and for me to love in return 
 
            I was asked for my Autograph 3 times in a year  
                 I will not lie ...that was amazing !

            To be told " has anyone ever told you you're beautiful ?
               Well ..I didn't want you to forget ."
            to be called Yvetteishka ~
         
               to be entered in  ~The best compliment Contest ~











Details | Rhyme | |

Smilin' Jack

I know a little dog.
His name is Smilin’ Jack.
He is white all over,
But his right eye… it is black.

For sure, he’s not a big dog;
But much more than a mite.
He’s very sweet; but, for a friend,
He won’t hesitate to stand and fight.

And you should see him in the park
Where all the children play…
So much love for one pup to give
Each and every day.

He has such a personality,
Like no dog I’ve ever known;
But I’ve not seen him for several days,
And I’m afraid he’s gone.

Smilin’ Jack, he has no master;
Tho’ I count him my best friend.
I’m so concerned he may have met
His untimely end.

So, I walk the streets and call,
“Smilin’ Jack, where can you be?
I need to see your happy face
Smilin’ back at me”.

I turn and look at every bark.
I’m alert to every cry.
The thought of losin’ Smilin’ Jack
Brings tears to my eyes.

Oh, my lonely heart is heavy.
It’s rainin’ now, the sky is black.
I’m hopin’ that he’ll be alright
And prayin’ he’ll come back.

As I trudge the squeaky stairs
Up to my lonely flat,
I hear a bit of sympathy 
In the meows of my neighbor’s cat.

My door is shadowed by my gloom, 
But there stands Smilin’ Jack.
He's wet and cold and now I'm cryin’.
My best friend has come back.


Details | Free verse | |

Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


Details | Free verse | |

MARTHA GRAHAM, A MAVERICK





HANDMAIDEN OF MOON DANCING fly me to stars in the thrill of one swan night over a crescent arc to feel a flame of sighs, teasing dreams so silent yet ever wild and like a neon light, speak through your feet , your ribs twirling in drips of summer’s rage : throw away the restraint of confined movements dictated by a body unmoved; of a flower keeping her flutters from crawling freely on grass give me a sway through leaps unto ocean’s swell without need for thought or reason, rather, lift the flesh made from love or hate, to burst with primitive heat; fingers liquid in motion unbidden by a sacred place that doesn’t exist on earth, when all but the fragrance of a naked skin expresses the very force that writhes in the faint of depth, licking the cells inside out.. weightless, bold, soft dance the crazy dance with me just because such passion needs to flow along rhythms burning within… till a weave of spin breaks into a trance blending a wanton glide with pirouetting flights raw in some meadow clearing, pious pose under the tangerine of touch… handmaiden of moonlight dancing on flames pluck those eyes ,rise above mortal remains. © *i tweaked this free verse with a sonnet’s volta in the last two lines (10 syl rhyme count instead of the usual 8 syl pattern) ---------- *Martha Graham is the pioneer of modern dance. As a ballet dancer and choreographer, she introduced inner movement emphasizing emotion, spontaneity, and an exploration of psycho-social themes ( feminism, political protest, and labor unrest)through free -flow of innovative steps, thwarting cultural control over conventional, metered dance. Her last performance on-stage was in 1970, at the age of 76; she was working on the choreography for the Olympics when she died in 1991 at the age of 97. Graham was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1976 by President Gerald Ford and cited by Time Magazine as "Dancer of the Century" in 1988, aside from her other accolades. *Source: Wikipedia.com and www.voanews.com *Please watch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUoMc5Am_c0&feature=related ‘ ‘’’’’ ‘’’’ For Cyndi Mac Millan’s Maverick by nette onclaud


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Three Sisters

The first born sister was delivered by a bear, the master of the forest.  
Bestowed upon her by this master, was the spirit of courage and strength.  
Through legends and time, she learned many lessons of old, these helped to make her heart strong. 

She grew from a girl to a young woman with a soul old and wise.  
But her heart still was not whole.  
She was drawn to walk in the forest, where she thought she might find answers. 
 Alone that night in the forest, she looked up towards Father Sky. She summoned her courage and asked Him where she must go to become whole?  
Father Sky smiled, down on the First Sister, stars made bright by his delight, at the sight of the First Sister’s courage. 
He gave unto her a vision in the stars.
 Father Sky then lit the skies ablaze with stars showing her Regulus, The Little King , Leo the lion prowled the stars. 
Then He showed her the Goddess of Justice and Truth, Astraea.

A goddess from the stars, Astraea brought forward a Second Sister in line.
  Tipping her scales, full of dust from all things magic Astraea bequeathed the
 Second Sister with a heart full of justice and determination. 
This sister was streaked with light, her gypsy heart ready for any adventure. 
The road of adventure glittered, calling her into the forest.  
She looked above to the heavens and saw the stardust of Regulus, 
mesmerized by what she seen shimmering in the night sky she followed the path.

A Third sister was born, bound to the Second Sister, by Leo the Lion. 
 Although fair she was entrusted with the heart of the lion, the sign of the Leo. 
With pride she grew, loyal and caring for all those on her path and all in her past. 
Following the trail, she walked into the forest that night, guided by the lights of the Little King. 
She stayed steady and true along the trail, 
where the first and second sister had gone before her. 
The girl ahead streaked in light did not give her a fright,
 nor did she fear the roar of the spirit of the bear. 
She heard Father Sky call unto her to follow the dust of the stars to that meeting place.

As these three sisters made their journeys along the pathway, each guided by Father Sky, they came into a circle of light. They could each see themselves in one another, brought together by the lights of Regulus the Little King.


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Envy

A day in the country

I went to the country
To see my Bro's Land
I saw he had worked hard
His land looked so grand
For a second this envy
It tapped on my soul
But then I looked deeper
Saw things as a whole!

I looked at his features
All the lines on his face
Not character lines
Those lines that add grace
Just sad saggy lines
From worry and stress
There was naught in his manner
That read happiness.

I’m a loser to his type
I have no ambition
I live for today
He lives for his mission
But I have a smile
And a generous heart
While he, how I see him
Is a grumpy old fart.

10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs


Details | Ballade | |

Sad girl rising


Sad girl rising

Let me tell you about this girl I know
My cousin, this girl be
Her life has been so very sad
But how wonderful is she
She was a wild child, till she married
And had her first born child
When she found out that his brain was damaged
It really drove her wild.

She took the Doctor through the courts
Then fought for ten long years
To get the money she deserved
And she cried so many tears
She gained a million pound at last
To help her with the lad
And yet the damage it was done
And it really drove her mad.

Her and her hubby cared for he
And gave their lives to him
It was a twenty four, seven job
But at times it got real grim
She would do just anything
To make his life more sweet
But when she got that Parkinson’s
She was close on to defeat

But no, she struggled with the odds
And though it’s ten years on
Never does this girl give up
When all her hope seems gone
She smiles, and carries on with courage
Like I’ve never seen before
She’s something kind of wonderful
She’s a hero, that’s for sure.

30 July 2o13 @ 1043hrs.


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Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten

years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.




Details | Free verse | |

My Gift

Meddlesome acknowledgement was my gift to many
I wondered where the nutrients were coming from
I was absorbing your words, parched by my own dimming light-years
There I was stunned by the legion of black-faced martyrs

Exasperation of the undeniable misunderstanding of every conceivable word 
Left me with another path onto death
And not nearly dying, but regenerating in technological, factorial woe
Demon thoughts squeezed bile from the brim of subconscious drivel  
Accelerating the ghouls from the gull of my esophagus 

I was held down from the dreams of the fortnight
From words of architecture ascending from the brims of the archangels 
Eyes remained closed
And I felt the actual descent of my downfall
I did not open my eyes at all

I did not mean to pry into your life, oh beautiful soul
Please accept my gift today
My fierce gaze into your lavishing grail
Led me to accept and love where I often fail
I am no longer smothered in your intricate designs
Though I am surely small to you
Though I feel only a fraction of a fool
I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies

I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies


Details | Narrative | |

I AM HERE TO LEND YOUR CRY

Salam, how are you there?
Wassalam, good, Alhamdulillah
How about the issue in Sabah
Nothing to worry
I am worried because you are my friend
I am okay; just want to know your opinion
No probs, what do you think of that opinion?
Does it hurt you personally?
Nope, it makes sense

I am not personally taking part, I have my own problem
Indeed but I am so sad, many don’t understand the situation
They are taking one side condemning Suluk in general
So as the other Suluk in Sulu archipelago 
Many also condemning Melayu in general
I always think about others
My cousin, a policeman is in the frontline

I am so sad, pray hard
Please cry with me
I am here for you to lend your cry
Can I pretend nothing happen?
We can’t pretend to be nothing to happen
Then rest and cry with me
To make people understand is not easy
Sometime we also take time to understand our situation
I am hurt to what happen, we are being fooled by colonisers
They ask us to inherit this misery

Hmmm I am so sorry to hear that
Hopefully you won’t hate the Suluk generally
So, as long as it does not contradict to my stand
What is your stand supposedly?
 At least I have one good friend from Jolo ancestry
I am a good friend because you are good

I know nothing about the war; I just wanted to know the peace
It’s really easy to smile and pretend that you are okay
Rather than telling people why you are sad
It’s not easy to imagine that war
I just want to keep it by my self
I wanted to keep this in my sleep
When I wake up tomorrow 
Peace is expected to blow
Let have this peace to reign right away









The poem is made through the conversation with Malay friends from Kuala Lumpur about the conflict happened in Lahad Datu. We shall never put the bangsa in general as what we are thinking is right: Suluk is bad and Melayu is arrogant. We need a better understanding to conclude that each bangsa like Suluk and Melayu have nothing to do with the situation. It is a matter of siding the truth and rights. I therefore personally accepted if everyone hates me because I am Suluk and that would make the world stay in peace and to save peace, I am willing to be called such: “Suluk is bad and Melayu is arrogant” but the “country and world is peaceful” is achieved. The war declared ended today by Malaysian authority. Let Us All Save Peace. Layag Sug. 11th March 2013, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia!


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


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Love

Blind love may be, Forgiving, loyal, truthful, But never unsure


Details | Concrete | |

Possibilities

Time I have spent in your presence,
In conversation with you as well,
My feelings I hide in false pretence,
Hoping to never tell.

While speaking to you on a certain night,
You requested knowledge of where my affection lies,
On my feelings I did shed light,
Hoping there was not much surprise,

I must know more of you,
I must see more of you,
To ascertain if you are truly my desire,
The only way to know, you must ignite my heart's fire.

Like has the power to become love so great,
The same can become nothing at all,
Only time will tell of our combined fate,
First I must get past your walls.

Take the time to know me, believe this day,
That I can be everything and never go away


Details | Rhyme | |

The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom

The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom!

The fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom.
This is a helpful key to enter his kingdom!

This encourages a reverence
for his holy name!
Having God’s wisdom, can spare us,
 so much shame!

God loves and cares for us! 
 And listens when we pray!
Through his son Jesus, 
his love has been displayed!

He’s given to us his word,
 as a way to remind us…
We may get lost…  
But God’s love will find us!

Having a Godly fear, will nourish the soul!
Having his wisdom will help
 make us whole!

Won’t you seek the Lord?
While he may be found?
He can pick you up, when you feel
 you’re losing ground!

Come one and all! 
 All of heaven does proclaim…
Anything you need… 
 You can find in Jesus’ name!

Please, dear lord, bring your
 presence and love!
And guide us with your wisdom
 and spirit from above!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ballad | |

GREEN FUTURE

Green lush of green 
lush green is green
a leaf of language 
a branch of word 
a flagstone steps 

Heart of the earth is free, 
white flowers
Clean heart, 
fine arts literature
sketching art 
arable land 
planting gratitude

Green is nature 
cool breeze 
citing cloud 
loyal heart 
clarity of thinking 
for the future!


Details | Ballade | |

When this shell is gone

When this shell is gone

Here in this little ditty
I’ll tell you how I feel
I like to put my feelings out
And guess I always will
There’s one thing that does worry me
What I really want to know
Is ‘when I leave this blessed shell’
Will my words then lose their glow?

Don’t need the whole wide world to see
Don’t want that kind of fame
I’d just like some little group
Where people feel the same
As me, to learn to love my words
And gain from them some joy
I’d like to think that when I die
My art, they’ll not destroy.

I really don’t know why this is
It’s just the way I feel
I won’t know much about it
This fact, I guess is real
But still I’d like the knowledge
That my stuff it will live on
Even when, this shell I ride
Has been a long time gone.

9 August 2013 @ 1737hrs.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

regret

We live our lives here for a reason 
 we all make mistakes along the road 
regretting nothing would be a form of Narcissism  
No lesson learned 
no lesson told~

Should have  could have   would have
are thoughts that can be entertained   
we are not perfect on the road walked~

Taking your own inventory 
discovering any pain 
 written down will release
the brave thing to do 
Look at your self and discover ~

 "Harm to one another  in gossip or lies told 
 false stories full of hateful intent
listening to these   
 silently agreeing to participate "

Regret undiscovered causes Rage ~

People whom see eyes closed  People we all meet 
 courage in taking our own inventory  
learning every day is a lesson shared
clean your side of the street 
doing your best to forgive your own heart 
then others ~


Details | Free verse | |

A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."




Details | Lyric | |

Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 


Details | Rhyme royal | |

What Kind of Spell

One day a friend asked
What is it I see the worst
that I see in you, my lost love?
And I said.. "I do not know,
But I guess,,
I hate what I love about him the most,
which is briefly, him, all in all!"

I hate because,
I can not move one
when he is not around,
I can't smile
when he is falling down on the ground,
I can't think,
because he took over my heart and mind,
I can't breathe, 
If his heart aches,
I can't wake up,
if he is asleep,
But I can be strong
when he is weak,
just because his prescence next to me
gives me all the strength I need..


True, Natural beauty, is what he holds,
in his style, in his looks,
in his personality, in his eye looks
It is true that no one is perfect,
But with all his negatives, before the positives
I DO LOVE HIM, with everything in him.. 

What kind of spell,
Did you cast on me,
To make me fall so hardly, totally , madly deeply,
In love with you..
What kind of spell,
Did you cast on me,
To make me bare the heart ache
You are making me pass through,
And passionately wait for the day
When I shall on that aisle,
Stand next you, and together start the journey of us
Forever Unite..

What kind of spell,
Is it the natural beauty that is reflected
By your pure soul, on your cold skin..

What kind of spell..
I wish I can know and tell….


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Has Given So Much

What Shall I Do? For the One Who Gave So Much? What shall I do? For the one who gave so much? God reached down, and blessed me, with his touch! What shall I do? To my lord who bled and died? It was for my life, that Jesus was crucified! What shall I do? To the God who truly loves me? He has made it know that he wants to be with me! What shall I do? For the many who’ve “lost their way?” Please dear Jesus… Give me the right words to say! What shall I do? As my way of, expressing my gratitude? May God help me to have a Christ’ like attitude! What will YOU do? In this time that God’s given to you? He’s here right now! And is patiently waiting for you! What will YOU do? Will you give God a chance ? Won’t you accept his salvation? Whatever the circumstance? What Christ will do… Is to do, what he does best! Simply give him your life! He’ll take care of the rest! What Christ has done…. Is to give life everlasting! Everything you need… Is right here, for the asking! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | ABC | |

Path

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


Details | Ballade | |

Those sweet little things

Those sweet little things

We’re sitting in the living room
The TV droning on
As I just sit there dreaming
Or write a little song
My lady she’s just sitting there
With a crossword or a game
An attentive look upon her face
It’s every night the same.

And yet, you know I worship it
All the time we spend together
One moment in her company
It could go on forever
All filled with peace and harmony
It’s the sweetest thing on Earth
Just sitting in that living room
It has, for me such worth.

Once I was a doubter
Of the very best things in life
My boredom caused much trouble
And gave me so much strife
But now I know it’s the little things
They’re what life’s all about
It took me such a long, long time
But now I’ve found this out.

23 July 2013 @ 1905hrs.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Missed it-One day at a time

One day at a time
With the delusion of anger,
falling from my eyes,
The veil of bitterness,
Torn from the one I despised,
My heart withers in my chest
The spell that cast a shadow on this beauties shimmering frame
That hid a wonder a mystery this woman bearing my name.
I cannot believe I’ve lived alongside you for so long
And missed the chorus of a lover’s  refrain.
We like strangers in the night
Ships passing by on a foggy sea,
Have rediscovered each other again,
Fearful yet wanting, the task ahead daunting,
Forever changed by the crimson stain,
Leaving us equipped in ways we can never explain.
One day at a time, we live for these moments,
One day at a time, is all we are given,
And by the grace of God our one day at a time will turn into memories
That we will share over a lifetime.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Stars Beyond the Sunset

Walk with me
the water's edge,
when the sun
and sea have met...
Our shadow's long,
the day is gone,
but it's not
dark just yet...
A kiss, and passion
fills our souls,
as the beauty
of the night unfolds...
Lovers now
-  in silhouette,
we share the stars
beyond the sunset...
 
Copyright © 2011


Details | Free verse | |

Beyond The Distance And The Days

Our love grows stronger,
Even beyond the distance,
Even beyond the days.
I know you're with me always
And I'm always with you;
In God together we're together forever
And physically we'll be together forever soon.


Details | Bio | |

CHILDHOOD HAPPINESS

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. 


Details | Lyric | |

A love story

A love story

There lived in the heart of the country
In a place called Crystal brook
A little girl named Tahlia Rose
Who had that kind of look
That said she was a dreamer
But she was beautiful
She was a maid of so much charm
This girl, she had it all.

Her smile was like the morning sun
Her eyes were like the moon
And oh, she had a lovely voice
She sang a pretty tune
And everybody loved her so
Cause she sparkled like the stars
And people loved to look at her
They came  from near and far.

She grew up, and looked so grand 
All the best folk all around
They sought her out to marry her
But she would not be bound
By any but a special soul
Her suitor, he must be
A man of rich and sweet compassion
And much integrity.

He must love her like no other could
She must be his heart and soul
And they would love, forever more
For fate gave them this role.

Then came a man, a poor, poor man
He roamed from town to town
With a smile just like a blooming rose
He never wore a frown
Her parents never liked the lad
And banned the whole affair
But our two, they carried on
All wrapped in loves sweet care.

And so I finish off this tale
By telling all of you
That these two lovers had their day
There love it was so true
That fate did join the two as one
In a bond to last forever
Though that was fifty years ago
These two are still together.

8 September @2013 @ 1857hrs.







Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Ballade | |

Rain

Rain it comes but in plenty
Tearing down tears and gentry
As it rolls don to fall
I get the feeling of an abhorr
A abhorr why?
Because life saddens me a thats why.
To think that rain with it's name
Could huddle away all our worries and 
Leave us lighthearted and suavey!


Details | Ballade | |

The soul of the Crab

The soul of the crab

Oh how she hides behind that shell
Lets no one see her feelings
She’s practical in everything
But those feelings have her reeling
She’s sensitive, and hurt easy
And her moods they be so many
And yet she has not one bad bone
Malice, she has not any.

She be the one for queen and country
Digs into history
She’s always loyal to her kin
She loves her family
She’ll protect them with her life
Don’t no one touch her man!!!
She has a brilliant memory
And she’ll get you when she can.

Her mother, she loves very much
But her children more than that
Wherever there be family
That’s where she would be at
And how she loves to entertain
And cook delicious food
And always she will be a mother
In her heart will be her brood

9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

That True Girl

 she's human,
Possessive,
Jealous,
Selfish,
Fragile,
Broken,
Insecure,
Hurt,
Afraid,
Hateful,
Not so fun to be with,
Not so pretty.

But she choose to forget that,
Walking with her head up high,
The pretty girl that is so damn fly,
Sweet you don't want to tell her bye,
The better version of independent mind,
She young wild n free,
Not to mention she living her life,
She don't need you to keep reminding her of her negative side. 
 For she don't live on that side.


Details | I do not know? | |

Heart Light

The heart light feels what people can't see.
Passions reside and the shades to be.
Is a smile so shallow and showing so slim?
Is the heart's light showing to us so very dim?
What will it take to show us so bright.
It's that warmth in a smile to hold us tight.
How can I show you what I feel inside?
I'll use these words and try not to hide.
You are the gleam that makes me feel right.
Now from my soul is seen a great bright heart light.


Details | Free verse | |

In memory of Romeo

If the sun sets before I die, allow me to say that I am love
For if my heart could speak, you too would know of love

See you not, for my heart weeps and it's tears fun and fall still in my soul
I miss her so bad, she is my whole world, and I nothing without her

Her smile is the image that portrays my ultimate happiness to love her forever
And I cry for tomorrow and her are not promised to me

For as long as I breathe I lover her more and more each day
My God I beg you, take this cup from mine hand and allow me to make her happy

I cant do this without her, I love her with all that I am
In your image I love, and in your grace I can have her and guide her in this life
Please, take my life if I cant have her, for this life without her isnt life at all


Details | Bio | |

FISH FROM THE TREE

I love the fish that comes straight from the tree.
Do you have this fish?
I also love the fish that comes directly from the market.
So do you have this fish?
I love the fish that comes from the sea.
Do you have this fish that comes from the bay?
I need this fish today.
Do you have this fish?
I think that fish is Danggit.
And Lapu-Lapu that comes from Cebu!
I love you fish.


Layag Sug!


Details | Haiku | |

Rest in Peace, Dear Friend

Flowers wilt
Dead carcasses are buried
Loved ones mourn

Rest in peace,
Your life on earth is no more…
Farewell, friend


Details | Lyric | |

Summertime Re-Lyric

Summertime…and the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
Your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush, pretty baby…you got no reason to cry. 

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ve got your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town are at your beck and call.

Summertime…and the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when your Summer’s  done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you sit and wonder
How you've come so far, but have no love at all.

Yes, Summertime…and the livin’ was so easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Two's Magic Nose

Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri... everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way the legend goes.
Ol’ Blue had a “magic nose.”
 
As Blue got older, his master’s mind would drift away
To a place where he and young Blue used to play. 
In the mornings, sitting over his coffee cup
He found it sad there were no pups.
He thought it would be such a shame
If the only memory was Ol’ Blue’s name.
 
So, Jim was compelled and full of pride;
He made a search, far and wide,
To find Ol’ Blue a suitable mate.
No doubt, his offspring would be great.
It seemed likely, he supposed,
At least one pup would have his “magic nose.”
 
She was a Champion Miss from New Orleans,
A beautiful “red” named Cajun Queen.
But Blue suddenly passed away, before the pups were born.
Jim was broken hearted.  He and “Queenie” mourned.
Then came the litter, but there was only one.
Jim struggled for hope; after all, he was Ol’ Blue’s son.
 
Dappled and lanky, a handsome little cuss,
He looked just like Blue.  Jim made such a fuss.
Naming this pup would require no ado.
It was obvious.  Officially, he would be “Blue Two.”
Oh yes, these were mighty large tracks to fill.
“Can he?”, folks asked.  Jim would say, “Heck yes he will!”

So his nickname became “Two” and he seemed to be smart.
Soon it was time for his training to start.
The basics went well, but Jim’s outlook grew very dim
When, instead of pointing, Two would wag and jump and bark at him.
Oh, Two seemed to be trying; but try as he might,
He just could not seem to ever get it right.

“Blue’s son or not, he’s got to go!”
Jim found Two a “pet home” far away, in Tupelo.
On his way back, he stopped in Texarkana.
Been too long a time since he’d seen his sister Hannah.
Six days and six pounds later, he was back on his way.
Work at the farm was callin’ and he’d be drivin’ all day.
 
He thought about Ol’ Blue and wondered if and when
He’d ever have a birddog as good as Blue again.
Oh, he knew another “magic nose” was just a far off dream;
After all, it wasn’t something any man could scheme.
A “magic nose” was a gift from God, only given to a few;
And he was proud and very lucky just to have known Ol’ Blue.
 
As he turned into his drive, he broke into a smile.
“Why… I can’t believe it!  It…It must be 300 miles!”
Two was on the porch, thin and dirty; but he struck a handsome pose.
Jim ran and hugged Two hard.  “How’d you get back?  Lord only knows!”
Suddenly Jim realized; and struck with awe, he slowly rose.
A tear trickled to his smile.  “Why Two… you have a “magic nose!”
 
Two and Jim are best of friends, together everywhere.
From milkin’ cows to bedtime, Two is always there.
Jim doesn’t hunt much anymore, now Two’s a rescue dog.
Just last month, he saved a little girl lost in Cooley’s Bog.
Jim struts and tells proud, heroic stories;
While Two wags and jumps and barks, and shares his glory.
 
Jim boasts, “Like father, like son!”, then speaks fondly of Blue;
But all know the largest tracks to fill are those of Two.
His deeds are known far and wide,
And fill Jim’s heart with love and pride.
For with every rescue, the legend grows;
About a dog named Two, and his “magic nose.”


Details | Rhyme | |

Stones

Your words are like stones
Whether skipped or thrown
Destination unknown
They fly alone
Bruising and breaking deeper than bones

Yet pain from these stones will never be shown.

Whether near or far
She'll faithfully wait
Till the unknown date
When those stones are kind and lost of hate

You make mistakes 
Yes she can relate
But what if the pain becomes to great
Whe the kindness comes too late

Such small pieces of her heart
whats left to make
She gave to much
Now there's none to take

Just one everlasting ache 
That your stones did create

They say you can never retake
A women's heart once it breaks

So next time withhold the quake
Your stones with take
And keep this lesson
As a dear keepsake.

<3 Kalee Lynn




Details | Rhyme | |

Forty Lost

Time moves on,
and soon will tell,
when asked for whom
they ring the bell…
 Forty lived
…and forty lost,
you left before twilight.
When it’s half as much,
at twice the cost,
you’ll  bask
in perfect light…
We live in castles
…made of sand,
we come as a stranger,
but leave as a friend…
Remember now,
your last first kiss,
those times will be
profoundly missed…
Your smile indeed
could cast a spell.
You learned to
play a bad hand well…
With all our hopes
and dreams in tow,
we are old too quick,
and wise too slow.
Life’s an elaborate
complex dance...
Would you live again,
if you had the chance?
 
 Copyright © 2013


Details | Ballade | |

The Soul of the Ram

The soul of the ram

The Aries soul, is bold and strong
He does things his own way
Strong willed, ambitious, energetic
You’ll not turn him a way
If he has something on his mind
He needs be listened to
Patience to him is a stranger
He loves all movement too. 

He’s good at sport, he needs to win
Losing is not for him
And when he’s angry at some one
It all looks kind of grim
Cause Aries men fight to the end
They have no sense of fear
And that they want to run the show
He make this oh so clear.

He lives his life with passion
He needs to be fulfilled
But his attention moves too quick
And what he’s trying to build
Will disappear like last year’s rain
That’s just the way he is
Our Aries he’s a real mans, man
You can be sure of this. 

22 May 2013@1307hrs.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Snakes and Apples

Spiting poison with an apple heart/ 
The message stinks like biblical farts/ 
Inspired inspirations speed bump tearful ears/
Legless rhymes walking towards human like reptiles/ 
This is no apple from West Side/ 
Lyrical farm trees grow broken spirits, polite/
Snake eyebrows sees no pain in speech lines/ 
Without poverty rhymes would vomit dead-lines/
Declines/ 
A medium selling pain self taught healings/ 
Nobody listens to ssssssssssnake rhymes/ 
Dragon spits catches your attention, soldier!!/ 
Dream skills evaporated by government’s big dreams/ 
The sssssssssssnakes cook apples before spiting venomous hot steams/ 
This animals know ancestors puked sick flows/
This Rap, tiles and protects us from silence/
Stolen big dreams destroyed peace in pieces/
I speak dirty though i need no clean smiles/ 
Greedy venomous tongues come in plural painting starving rurals/ 
Life is a museum in murals/ 
Laboured stanzas healing shacks named after Diepsloot/ 
Blood and crips born poverty's own style/
Ballot papered menus serve snakes & apples/ 
Eat or be eaten that is the question/


Details | Rhyme | |

Resurrection

                                            How can I say what I should,
                                        To let you know that I feel this way.
                                            I just need to be understood,
                                          And prove that love is on display.

                                               I'm really the type of guy 
                                            That has a desire to be there.
                                       Another woman has caught my eye,
                                        And I think she knows that I care.




                                                    ©2013 Honestly JT
                                     
                                                          


Details | Rhyme | |

Oswald And The Dragon

This is the story of Oswald the knight
A kindly little fella who did not like to fight
He loved the lady Rowena, with all his heart and soul
To win her hand in marriage he had to attain a goal

Rowena’s father Sir Isaac had set him a fearful task
He must kill the local dragon, before marriage he could ask
So Oswald set of with heavy heart this duty to perform
The weather it was awful a real frog striping storm

His journey would take him to Archery wood
When he reached there he wondered if he could
Find enough courage to finish the task
So for marriage to Rowena he may at last ask

With sword, shield, trusty steed and a lance
The brave Oswald began to advance
Till in a clearing the dragon he spied
He shook in his armour and he nearly cried

The dragon was sleeping so Oswald decreed
This was the best time to attack yes indeed
He raised his lance charged forward at pace
Bounced of the dragon landed on his face

When he looked round he was next to the beast
He thought if the dragon awoke he would have a feast
The eyes of the dragon slowly opened wide
A voice filled the air as the dragon then cried

Why is it that you all think I am bad
Why have they sent to you to kill me young lad
Oswald was stunned and said with a squeak
I did not know that a dragon could speak

I am old said the dragon my fire is low
My movements once swift have now become slow
I require nothing but to be left alone
A tear in his eye and a long doleful moan

Oswald explained why he was there
The dragon thought it just was not fair
Oswald devised a plan so insane
The dragon agreed as it caused him no pain


Oswald would find somewhere for the dragon to hide
So off on his steed Oswald he did ride  
He found a place that the dragon would crave
A warm shelter of a cavernous cave

In return for his help the dragon so frail
Shook and gave Oswald some scales from his tail
He scorched all his armour also his lance
They may think you have killed me if at these things they glance

So Oswald returned with the scales in hand
Sir Isaac gives him a welcome so grand
Oswald he spun a most beautiful tale 
Of the death of the dragon and the taking of scale

Oswald and Rowena later were wed
On their honeymoon to the cave she was led
She was so happy that Oswald could not slay 
The dragon with whom as a friend would long stay

Her children have met him and just like their dad
Keep the secret of the dragon, who now grew old and drab
Finally the dragon he passed away
So did Oswald and Rowena the very same day

The children they kept vigil over their grave
All buried now in the dragon’s old cave 
A big boulder covers the hole, so no one may intrude
That’s how the story of Oswald and the dragon concludes


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tomorrow

We don’t know what tomorrow brings
So we just can’t speculate
And it will make no sense
For us to just sit down and wait

The love we found today
We both know it’s real and true
All love with face some obstacles’
But love will always make it through

Some people will try to hold back
What they are feeling in their heart
When they know this love is a fairy tale
Romance Right from the very start

We are worrying about the future
Bout the unknown is like a blank page
But god can close the curtains anytime
Down on any one’s stage

I know a man who loves woman
He falls for her heart and soul
And his parents says it’s crazy
He’s too young and she’s too old

So they stop them from getting marry
Causing years of pain and sorrow
While driving he got in accident today
And they will bury him tomorrow

And the wound in her heart won’t stop bleeding
And every breathe she wish was the last she take
A little boy calls his dad, saying look, look ,dad
And they found her body floating in the lake

His parents was worried bout the future
Although they know it was unknown
But still they plant the seeds of pain
Now look what it has grown

Why didn’t they let them be together?
For today all that remains is sorrow
For trying to change the course of true love
They have taken away their tomorrow

For today they would have been married
And build a happy home of love
But now they are two lost souls
Forever roaming the world above

Some times one year of happiness
Is worth 100 years of being alone
For as long as two hearts are true
Forever the flowers of love will bloom

And as long as there are stars in the sky
And the waves must come to the shore
People of all different ages
Will be falling in love forever more

But what if tomorrow never comes
And you let today go
Then the real magic of true love
You will never get to know


Details | Prose Poetry | |

DAMAGED MY TRUE LOVE

written 17th Sept 2013



When it comes to love, I AM poisonous
 don't let me curse another, leave me loveless

For the first time in my life, I felt your pain and cried for your heart
 my heart finally hurts, knowing I passed this pain from the start

Please find help to set your heart free
 trust me, it's not a life you recover from easily 

Damaged goods I told you, unrepairable
 but some how, you managed the impossible

Unlovable for my entire life
 yet you had no problem, getting me to become your wife

Yes, it's been more than both of us should have ever had to bear
 at this moment, every cell in my body is overwhelmed, so I really do care

Please don't enter my life's pain and despair  
 you don't deserve it, you are so patient and filled with such love

I'm sorry I let myself fall in love knowing it would poison you
 soul mates forever and eternity, my love belongs only to you...




Details | Free verse | |

Unspoken Love

She saved herself from pick up lines though she looked vulnerable
She's sooo lovable her heart definition could ruin my poetic abilities 
You cannot put a price on her she's not billable
If only her lips where adjustable my soft poetry would define her inabilities and weaknesses for the mute to scream happily ever after  
She's untouchable i O you an explanation
Her tears tattoo broken spirits uploaded on instagram
She's no twitter baby though followers invite themselves its unbelievable
I could throw nice verses in our conversation but i'm afraid i'm love blind 

I'll tell you more about her if you ask me....ask me nice


Details | Free verse | |

Jesus, Please Take Over Me

You've fallen down again;
How can you let darkness win?
You just scraped your knee,
You didn't break your leg.
It will all be okay;
I will give you strength.
Brush it off, my child;
Come and take my hand.
Let me help you up again;
You will be okay.
I have always been with you,
And I always will be.
I am by your side,
But this time,
Will you allow me to take the lead?


Details | Ballad | |

The sunyassin

As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter



The Sannyasin.

Alexander said to Dandamis
"Old man you come with me
For I need me a sannyasin
To take across the seas.
Hey you be just a beggar man
I'll make you rich indeed
You'll live a life of luxury
With everything you need.

Dandamis standing naked there
With silence in his essence
He had no fear at all did he
In the mighty leaders presence.
He said "I'll give you nothing friend
And there's nothing that I need
So Alexandra drew his sword
Tried to make the beggar plead.

Dandamis laughed and said these words
With power in his voice
"You can put that sword right through my heart
My friend, that be your choice.
But I left this body long ago
I have no use for it
So pierce this heart my fine young friend
It won't harm me a bit.

Alexander he was beaten
By a fearless beggar man
Though he had won most of the world
Dandamis foiled his plans.
The beggar said "You say you're great
But that's not true at all
For any man that thinks he's great
He be merely a fool


Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



Details | Haiku | |

Anatomy of Life

The philosopher has blades;
He wants to dissect
the body of life.


Details | Rhyme | |

What Will I Do Where Will I Go

 UNSUPPORTED CODE What Will I Do?   Where Will I Go?

What will I do?  Where will I go?
Which direction I’ll take…  I don’t really know!

In just a moment, I lost all,  that I worked hard to get…
I’m thinking of “letting go.”  
But haven’t done it yet…

The things I held so close...  Have all disappeared.
It happened so fast.  It’s kind of “weird.”

Those I call my friends, don’t really know
 what to say.
Most of them shake their heads, and walk away!

I’ve cried myself to sleep many days and nights.
It’s like someone has “turned off the lights.”

The only one I know, that I can turn to, is Christ alone!
I need him to heal my broken heart and home.

Dear Jesus, will you take some time to help me out?
I know that helping people is what you’re about!

Please help me to pick up the 
pieces that are scattered!
Help me to focus on the things in life
 that really matter!

I need to give you, all of my focus and attention!
I need your word to show me
 some clear direction!

You’re the one that I always need to hold on to!
I need to do this, and to completely trust you!

Thank you Jesus for listening
 and answering my prayer!
I’m thankful that you’re someone who really cares!

Thank you for restoring my life,
 that has been “up-ended.”
With your love, my heart has been
 healed and mended!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Epic | |

Battle Weary In My Kitchen

Love for me is being alone.
Me, myself and I 
I promise I wouldn’t cry
because I ain't  breaking no laws


Details | Bio | |

LAYAG SUG IS MYLIFE

What is Layag Sug? 
How come you're not answering?
Why are you asking?
For me to know
Why, isn’t it a bully to me?
No. I'm just plainly asking.
Why is it so hard for you to answer?
I don’t know why the question arises now.
I suddenly realize I don't know the meaning of it.
Aha for you what is it?
What is Layag Sug?
Is it a signature to every statement you make? 
Or a line you share with someone?
Being a signature to every statement 
It is also a line to share to make Sulu familiar with people today
So what is Layag Sug?
What do you think?
I don't know a Sulu boat?
What do you think?
You can share what it is so we could explore
I will give you my meaning
After you give interpretation
You're not answering are you?
Just say so if you're not
I don't have the entire night waiting
Layag Sug is about my life
Longing for the independence of beloved homeland Sulu
Literally Sulu Sail!
That’s Layag Sug seen through my lens of thought
And my experience in life!



A poem made to explain the meaning of Layag Sug through the question of Sulu Gypsy. 12:44AM, 9 March 2013, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia. Let Us All Save Peace. Layag Sug!



Details | Free verse | |

The Truth About Love

Love is not easy
Love is hard
Love is time apart
Trying not to drown
Praying to stay loyal
Holding on to lover's promises
Dreaming of reuniting
Crying tears of hurt and joy
Thinking of you constantly
Asking God for all the best
Love is difficult
Love is not easy
Love is hard
Love is faith
Love is hope
Love is trust
But love is beautiful
Oh, so beautiful
And love is worth it
Oh, so worth it
Love is in God's Hands
Love is protected
Love will come back again
Reunion again
For God is love
In Jesus' Name
We pray
Amen!


Details | Concrete | |

The derserving

They cradle not their foe,

They wilt not,

The deserving, march, alongside courage,

Brave without fear...

Many demands upon their shoulders,

with primal instinct they lead,

Few men in opposition try to quill their reign,

Solace retreat, shelter in the calm,

perseverance, hails in victory,

Passed laurels the deserving 
kneel, and with brief rest,

The battle is not ever over,

For everyday is the deserving crest.


Details | Rhyme | |

Seeking accompany

Seeking accompany- Zamreen Zarook
 
I kick to wonder what made me to cry,
Am really writing as a fry,
Myself launch to be dry,
This ink will be a victim for my cry.
 
What really went wrong with me all these day,
What made e to forget my last day,
I realized I jumped out of my track yesterday,
So I regret for that, what is called as present today.
 
Happiness have started to wave hands for this sinner,
Sadness have started to move inner,
The faults that I considered as miner,
So far changed as a miner of a winner.
 
My face was a comparison to sunlight,
Where as my routine changed it to moon light,
I wish to get that twilight,
As a sinner I started to search for that enlight.
 
I started to enjoy what is right,
I remade my faults as a kite,
I wished it would fly apart from my  sight,
My system said, you are free from your rubbish weight.
 
It proved that I always should depend on god,
In whatever the variation of my mood,
He is there to clear my victorious road,
So, I started to live according to His code.


Details | ABC | |

Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html


Details | Lyric | |

Yellow Moon

She watched as the earth fell asleep

Waited for the yellow moon

soft kisses of unfaithful wind..

Images..Images on her head

Nostalgic memory of a forgotten love

Flashes of things she tried to forget..

Her eyes caught the reflection of the moon

locked inside the rain on her cheek..

She was standing alone..

Her grieving heart sought

solace from the moon

She petitioned the stars

Where is he this very night?

Cruel..oh so cruel..

Beneath the silence of the sky

she bowed her head and cried..


Details | Narrative | |

That moment

You smile

You lift your shoulders

You blink

You bite your lip

I sure I know your feelings

Can't let this moment slip


Is it all about the timing

Will cupid shoot his bow

Shall I taste your lips today

Or again let courage go


For I have faced some deamons

Fought men near twice my size

So why does fear fall upon me

When I look into your eyes


Is it because love plays this way

It starts as a cruel game

Where two souls need to open up

And say they feel the same


Details | I do not know? | |

Bonded for Eternity

The Love we share for one another 
Can never be broken 
We are bonded for Eternity 

We are not only bonded 
Through the eyes of God 
We are bonded through love 
We are bonded through marriage 
We are bonded through our son also 
We are bonded for Eternity 

We may not show our love to the public eye 
We may not show it to our families 
But the love is there behind the mask 
That we both carry 
We are bonded for Eternity 

We may say hurtful things to one another 
We may do hurtful things to one another 
But the love we share Can never be broken 
We are and always will be 
Bonded for all of Eternity


Details | Quatrain | |

Not The Same Without You

It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Overcome

I picked up a penny face-down,
But I don't believe in luck.
Everything happens for a reason;
God's mercy frees the stuck.
Redeem me, Heavenly Father;
Please, I know the wrong I've done.
Thank You for dying for me;
My sins You have overcome!


Details | Free verse | |

THE RIVER OF DOUBT

Bold is the heart of the adventure, seekers of the undiscovered
Frontiers beyond the realm of mankind’s knowledge.  Hardy, bulling
Figures the unafraid, the uninitiated these spirited wilderness men.
Of epic proportions whom challenge fate, and defy death itself.
Railing against its white rapids of the unknown. 
Hailing their indifference by yelling at the top of their lungs,
We will not surrender until the ending of our final journey,
Has come and consumes us utterly, leaving nothing left
But footnotes at the bottom of historical records dusty pages
Behind as our only existing legacy.
The great serpent snake of the Amazon, crawls through the open
Belly wound of the Brazilian rainforest, splitting the devils dark
Jungle in half, a beckoning demon calling unto the heart
 Of the adventurer come explore me if you so dare.
Adversities freedom stalkers, heeded this challenge,
Grappling at the serpents tributaries rattling tail, biting
And spitting at them, with sufferage's malice, the reptile
Of aquatic distain, cost many lives of the innocent in its
Vengeance aftermath.
In this river of doubt called the Rio da Duvida, 
This vipers poison travels fast through the veins of mortal
Men, starvation, Malaria and the mistrust of others destroys
The flesh from within and from without.
 Leaving spiritual wounds that will never heal no matter the
Strength of one’s faith, or the endurance of the individual 
Whom survives the attack of this snake called
The mighty Amazon River.
Three adventures made it through this black jungle of death,
Theodore Roosevelt’s, his son Kermit, and the leader
Of this historical group Mr. Rodon.
After reading about their story of bravery, I the author
Of this tail have one thing to say in their memory, bully
Gentlemen, and on wards unto your next journey’s adventure,
And may its endings final current find you well at the end.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








Details | Epic | |

The Settlement of the Four Ligures

The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds 

The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history
So that one day the future settlement of the second 
Would be moved by the last—by the past
Suffering much it stayed
Manifesting in incandescent words
Thrusting evanescence upon the weak
Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest
Would move the unmovable

The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians
Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray
They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone  
The very reflection of their creator was evident
Upon their unremitting glimmers
Unafraid to stare the others down
Motivated and construed by the glower of death
Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast

The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs 
The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable
For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy
They never were part of the battle—they merely watched
Always seeing truth
But they never quite absorbed
Like a rock hitting the water
The inevitable fate was to fly and sink

The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself
Even the very heart of the devil is marked
Though rebellion embarked  
The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom
He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him
He merely despised it
But wished not to lose it
For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound

In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone 
And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe
The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate 
And only He can re-move these ligures

-July 20, 2013-
-For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest-
-Thanks for the inspiration-


Details | Free verse | |

A Love Letter

A love letter,
so full of words,
so full of beauty.

A love letter,
me reading alone on a park bench,
while I form tears in my dry eyes.

A love letter,
which takes me to a place,
of peace and brings joy to me.

A love letter,
that has no boundaries,
that shows a stranger's true feelings.

A love letter,
taken words put together,
to read a poem of glorious beauty.

A love letter,
that shows that someone loves you,
and it brings a smile on my face.

I go on home,
sit at my desk,
look at the sweet love letter
marked with a red kiss.

A named penned in curseve,
The "I" is dotted with a heart,
makes my heart leap from the chest.

I sit there,
light a cigarette and stare at an empty page
from a lonesome notebook.

I pick up my pen,
and I transfer all my emotions onto the paper,
to create love and art to show my love in return.

Then I shall go to a simple, but beautiful garden
and pick two roses that have already picked themselves,
and take them to the creator of this love letter.

A love letter,
so strong with words put together,
expressing true emotion.

A love letter,
so strong in its own world,
it brings strangers together and makes them love forever.

A love letter,
so sweet and so divine,
that any man prays for a love letter to appear on his doorstep.

A love letter,
beauty and harmony,
that brings people closer togther.


Details | Rhyme | |

Paper Thin

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
For kicks is why I do it now.
You tell me to love but I never knew how.
Our feet hitting pavement,
We spent the day in sunny California with sun kissed skin.
I’m learning to forget and how to fade scars,
And you let me let myself down so hard.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
And now I just do it for smiles,
We’ll never see flower girls stumbling down aisles.
I’d lose my head just before that chance,
But if you want we can still have a first dance.
Cause I think I say things that I don’t mean,
Once upon a time you meant the world to me.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
But I’m trying to refrain,
To make this not all end up in vain.
Maybe I can learn to love like some people do,
And you can learn to love yourself a little too.
Or it is in all fairness to let this go?
I guess we can try but then we’ll never know. 


Details | Free verse | |

My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.


Details | Ballad | |

babe dove

All of ma life I was dying for a touch like yours.

Then u made that a reality,

U held me in ya arms,

As warm as ya touch,

ya arms were.

U Gave me a sweet tender kiss,

These made me feel at home.

 Because home is where the heart is.

Now this is where I wan spend the rest of ma days.

I don't wanna loose ya touch again.

I will hold u so dearly

And love u with all my might

Because with u I can finally b myself again

 

It feels like the doves have been set free,

So they can fly in the sky nd sing sweet melodies.

But the baby dove will come back,

For it knows that this is home,

Where it belongs

Like the morning breeze,

 which opens up the flower's petals

As they release the sweet scent of freedom nd love.

I will be there to grab the love nd freedom brought back by the baby dove,

Nd we will live by that for the rest of our days,

I will take ya hand nd keep u warm al night,

and when eva u need me,

all u have to do is call ma name,

nd I will b there to do that u desire.

For I know u are my empire,

Nd it will put a smile on ya cute face,

A smile always accompanied with warmth, truth and love,

I will always be there

To shower ya with love.

 

If m nt there to answer,

Do not cry for me,

For the Mississippi is already overflowing with water,

Ya tears will make it worse.

Be hopeful for my return,

For I will always b back for u,

Cos I will never abandon u,

I will forever b wit u

As

I have always wished and desired .

Being with u is a dream come true,

I will give ma all for u to be happy,

because happiness is all I want and desire for you....

Please smile....


Details | Free verse | |

My Nest

Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.

Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.

relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.

who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.


Details | Rhyme | |

Shimmering Darkness

She woke up everyday 
to the beckoning of death's toll. 
But decided to embrace life, 
pulling herself from the darkened hole. 

With a new brightness in her eyes, 
she lived life as partially buried gold. 
Never afraid of the darkness, 
or what the future may hold. 

Shimmering beneath the dirt, 
her beauty shall now unfold. 
True legacy lies hidden to reign, 
for a prodigy has risen from bitter cold. 

One example of grace goes far, 
farther then any story ever told. 
With strength that comes from deep within, 
that's been held from days of old. 

Among the majority she lived, 
witnessing atrocities flare. 
From her soul she would always give, 
though no one seemed to care. 

As the bells of sadness began to ring, 
she would rise above the gloom. 
Out of darkness and despair she would sing, 
with a melody that filled the room. 

The tears that had fallen proved as strength, 
to her ever-impending light. 
Onward traveling to any length, 
for what she believed was right. 

When darkened paths shimmer, 
despite the pangs of apathy, 
through life she will always glimmer, 
no matter what the tragedy.


-Collab with Dan Kearley! You're the best, Dan!


Details | Rhyme | |

An Amulet of Peace

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.

Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.


Details | Romanticism | |

Together Again

A girl whom he'd forgotten
At his door, showed up the other day
The one he'd always wanted
Just knew not what to say

The boy she longed to hold
She caught his eyes once again
Of her love, to him, she never told
But this time, all her love, she will send

Once in a lifetime, and not one time more
Fate takes hold, luck is lent
From out of the blue, a miracle occurs
Hearts reunite, Together Again

She greets him with a smile
A sparkle in her eyes
For his love, she'd run for miles
To try this thing called love, just one time

Gazing at her beauty, he feels her in heart
Remembering those nights, with her, in his dreams
And how he felt at this whole love's start
Where they'd be one forever, to him, oh how it seemed

Well this girl's name was Katie, and his Steve
And oh how tears were shed, by them both, when they were forced to leave
But in the past that was, so now he holds her hand
Two angels together, forever they'll stand

Once in a lifetime, and not one time more
Fate takes hold, luck is lent
From out of the blue, a miracle occurs
Hearts reunite, Together Again

An old couple now, a lifetime of love
They've conquered all, risen together, above
Together, all the years, oh how they've spent
And to each other, all their love they have sent

Feeling each others hearts beating every morning
Through all the decades, all the happy years
Steve's heart though, one of these days, stopped without warning
And Katie's wrinkled face, moistened with tears

How could Katie live now, without her beloved by her side
Knowing that beside her, his heart slowly died?
She dreams every night now, just as he did before, of heaven
Where they'll be Together Again

Once in a lifetime, and not one time more
Fate takes hold, luck is lent
From out of the blue, a miracle occurs
Hearts reunite, Together Again


Details | Free verse | |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....


Details | ABC | |

Girl Rising

A Young Beautiful girl with so much spirit in her to lift the soul

With blissful hopes to come she would become a queen they did not want

Many loved her beauty as a child but her step mother

Of a selfish dander king family did not like her at all

They wanted all but wrong for her and to lock her in a chamber with ash 
And dust that filled the air

Far away from society king wanted because they felt she was from rags in poor

Stead of riches and wealth a lonely child from the cottage where
The king’s witch of a sister raised her.

She became a slave scared to face the king’s wicked sister

She abide by what she was afraid to go
With a single tear she longed to be free and become
Something more than an average girl.
But a girl that rises up from the hate and dander rules set by one world

She wanted to be free to be loved and liked for what she believed in

As the days went on she grew stronger and rising from the pain in her heart
And by the twisted society by her step moms brother who wanted nothing 
But sorrow and to be down in the dumps of rags 

She took a stand for freedom a stand for love and never backed down
From her past she kept on fighting a battle which seemed endless

As she looked to the moon crying out with screams that echoed in the forest
Sounding so loud half a forest could hear

She took the dagger and the shield took it to her heart and utter words like these
          Lord of the sky’s guide me today and give me much more strength 
    Then I had yesterday and as my will to rise be ever strong may I not rest 
Till this dander evil king is no more

She went off and into the castle she snuck into with mighty dagger and shield with the heavens by her side she struck him out and proclaimed freedom and love to all this is a girl truly rising faith and all that stands for what’s right a brave girl that rises from hate
this is a girl rising up from the pain 


Poem story for contest( Girl Rising )
by brian otoole 8-05-13


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Thread of Hope

As all I’d ever termed wondrous bliss unexpectedly died -
As my fantasy of a reality with destruction did collide -
My hopes shattered around me like glass in countless pieces,
Fragments suspended in mocking beauty as time freezes…

The clock hand ticks forward and it all crashes to the floor
My knees hit rock-bottom when I could take no more
All I now see is blackness where once there was color
Gone appears the light from the sun and its fervor…

I begin to walk away from the pond of shattered dreams
But the glass is in my clothes and cutting through my heart, it seems
Perhaps I am too close, the smoke is clouding my full view-
Glance up at the tower, instinctively know what to do…

Run up the steps; one, two,three hundred endless stairs
And I barely catch my breath, or have time to fill lungs with air -
Before the ground beneath my feet crumbles into sand
Loud thunder above me rumbles as I fall back down on land…

And I hit rock-bottom again
Thinking this must be the end
For surely no human can go through this pain
And still see rainbows through the rain…

The whole world seems gray and black tonight
With not a speck of pure, identifiable white in sight
Nothing is untouched, gone is everything -
Then how do I glimpse in that crack a thin white string?

Among the dirt, surely this uncorrupted clean string is not real
But just to verify the hopeless doubts, I reach out a hand to feel
And to my electric surprise, it’s most tangible indeed
I yank it out attached to a note, uncrumple it and read:

“Verily, with every hardship comes ease” [Quran 94:6]

That white thread...
Of hope.


Details | Lyric | |

You Are the One

She lays in his arms
he asks her what's wrong
the silence you keep
and the smile you fake
I know that something's on your mind
She says i don't understand
how someone like you
could love me the way you do
and he says

You are the one
that makes my heart beat 
that completes me
never look down upon your soul
you are the one
that makes my hands shake 
you're my whole life babe
you make me feel so whole
so don't underestimate 
what you do for a wounded soul
I looked everywhere for someone to save me 
and finally 
you are the one

they sit down for dinner 
he says it's been so long since we've been together
and there's something that I have to say
he gets on one knee and pulls out a ring
I cant't imagine why you're here to this day
but I hope there is not coming our way
and she says

You are the one
that makes my heart beat 
that completes me
never look down upon your soul
you are the one
that makes my hands shake 
you're my whole life babe
you make me feel so whole
so don't underestimate 
what you do for a wounded soul
I looked everywhere for someone to save me 
and finally 
you are the one

the preacher speaks
God's words does he say
Faith has brought us to this day
they look in each others eyes
and only they can see

You are the one
that makes my heart beat 
that completes me
never look down upon your soul
you are the one
that makes my hands shake 
you're my whole life babe
you make me feel so whole
so don't underestimate 
what you do for a wounded soul
I looked everywhere for someone to save me 
and finally 
you are the one

no one else was there for me
no one else stopped my heart form bleding
only you can make me feel this way
only you can find my true smile
among the hopeless and the broken
you are the one that saved me from it all

you are the one
that makes my heart beat  
that completes me
never look down upon your soul
I looked everywhere
for someone to save me
and finally
you are the one

thank everything 
In this beautiful world
That made for me
you were there for me
you are the one


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Moon Said To The Sun Aeon Sphere

Charms of Dusk,
A Pure Baptist touch,
Display lurk of a rush plus battle scares
Of blood and rusk what have this man endure,
Even, if this is a man or by luck a higher evolution of a being?
Orion sire from resurrection of most bitter defined
What is being?
Deepen the touch of the man of literary erupted,
Powers of king’s powers of rings could dare to touch great barriers to discuss
Future of youth design to up hold generation haven witness sure a creature only, 
Mythology to have indigestion years of years on end of generation on anarchy
Devolution of a tone of a rowel stone of eyes to brush and look,
What is being?
This was a warrior of the highest status,
Reincarnation 10 years of a millennium on the break off end
Greatness of evil dares not to evoke sin of tear to jerk to tears away,
At revenge of a sting of moral tongue of numb of blood & dirty learn in another realm
Of a death ray,
What is being?
He was a wake from chained of musk body tone build like a statue of pure marble,
This would be a battle of war of wars to end wars
Seas felt like empty towers has he was storming to thunder to walk,
Mountain lift and trees flatting what power be stole in this mystic creature
Wait to amaze we all would know,
What is being?
Blood in the street footprints left of dead mystic foes
Almost in roll of red roses of a garden that stain the street with blood,
He picked them off one by one that splatter like a ring of salt and ashes turn to dirty
Left the sight for the dead to walk,
And set sight of the ultimate evil that evil of destruction should envy him
And once more Orion stood to meet the question,
What is being?
This ultimate foe and his self-war craft at it fitness as prediction,
By the Sun and the Moon he was their son and he knew
The beginning and the end as it was predestination,
For this event to take toll
What is being?
“The Moon Said To The Sun Aeon Sphere”.


Details | Free verse | |

This Is The Love

Stand up and shake;
Feel the rhythm in your heart.
Ignite those pants;
We get up and dance.
God on our mind,
Eternity in our souls;
Feel the chills of those bones.
It's the hope.
Open those closed doors:
Into Heaven we go,
Welcomed and forgiven.
Here is the love;
Let's dance!


Details | Free verse | |

To My Heartbeat

Dear Dearest,
I do know fate is not cruel
And so are our souls.
I know sky will remain crystal clear
Until our hearts sing alive.
I know that stars will remain glint
And they would sign treasures to our dream.
I know the same way my heart beats...
So is yours too.
I know we're fashioned to be 
Though our destinations seem far-
I live north, you live south.
I know you don't sway without thinking about me.
And so do I.
The only memory you left me with in here-
Pen and paper,
Are what I polish my feelings through.
I do hope my words won't take days before they'd be returned.
It's well with my soul here you left it.

From your part in here and right there.
 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Long Focus Lens

I knew, that if you knew that I was watching
Your thoughts of me would never be the same
The sexual approach as you hugs and 
caresses her silicone enchancers
         So tightly,
You feast upon her, sweetness 
That moaning sound, the bulging purple blood;
       Surges in your veins 

You close your eyes, and you sigh “Oh my God”
words, I never heard like that before
You seem at ease with the whore


Details | Ballade | |

Tribute to two wonderful people

My tribute to two wonderful guys

I know I’ve said it all before
But I must tell you again
About a man called John Sherman
Maybe I write in vain
But I must tell the world about
The two guys in my life
Who I’ll put on a pedestal
John and his lovely wife

He don’t come from religion
Nor any beliefs at all
He’s more like a Psychologist
His approach is wonderful
To don’t claim to be a Guru
He’s just a humble man
Yet he will do most anything
To help you if he can.

Once I suffered oh, so much
With anxiety and fear
I hated me, the whole damned world
My head was never clear
My wife was set to leave me
My kids thought me so low
All because of a foolish war
So lonely I did grow.

Then John he showed me just one act
And said ‘That’s it, that’s all!’
And I just listened to the man
Though I am not a fool
And now It’s four years later
And my heart is filled with bliss
There’s nothing could destroy it
That’s just the way it is.

No more the fear of life is here
No more the fear of death
No more that awful greyness
No more I feel bereft
Every day to me right now
Is another brand new day
As life becomes more beautiful
In every kind of way.



I know I talk about john a lot, don't want to bore anyone, but what I gained from him was absolutely phenomenal, and my main reason for joining poetry groups was so people might know of him...Peter


Details | Rhyme | |

My Heavenly Granddaughter

Heaven Leigh Kent,
With whom a lot of my time has been spent,
Non of which I even slightly resent,
I assure you, she certainly thinks I am a gent!

When she was two,
The things we use to do,
Was mostly peek a boo,
And hid and go seek,
I have to admit I’d let her peek!

She use to scratch my face,
In her youthful impatient hast,
But her love would quickly erase,
The scars on anyone’s face,
At least in my case!

When she was four,
She would squeal for more,
When to keep her from bore,
I’d pretend to let her drive my car,
But granny would sure give us what for!

She has beautiful, red hair,
Over other kids gave her what for,
Just a few freckles,
Speckle,
On her pretty little pug nose,
A little sun and it glows,
A little sore nose never blows,
That’s just the way it goes!

When she was about six,
She developed a few neat tricks,
She would sit on my lap,
And say I love you grand pap,
She knew how to draw my love sap,
Between us left very little gap!

Shortly thereafter,
She was my master,
But I knew what she was after,
A trip to the candy store,
 I am certainly shore,
But without her life would be a bore!

Down the toy aisle
Her mixture of style,
A shopping cart high,
She’s the apple of my eye,
Toys and candy,
She’s grandpa’s dandy!
 
She’s now virtually a teen,
But not from grandpa weaned,
She is the pretties thing you’ve ever seen,
She still sits in my lap,
And she still draws the love’s sap,
As we recap!

Now just a little bolder,
With a little of the world to shoulder,
She’s found the world to be a little colder,
Than grand pa’s shoulder, that’s older!

Now my heart shudders,
And My mind stutters,
When I think of when she was first born,
For she gave us cause for great alarm,
Born with a heart defect,
As the doctors inspect,
To see what was needed,
Her life was completed!

She died on the table,
As it was labeled,
For two or three minutes,
She received the death sentence,
As she was carried in the arms of Jesus!


One day in a church at the age of three,
She pointed  a picture of Jesus, out to me,
She said that man carried me, as I looked to see,
That is how we understood it to be,
At the age of three!

She understands how love between humans should be,
She has shown me how love from heaven should be,
My joy, My granddaughter, heart healthy as can be,
My pretty princess, Heaven Leigh,
I am the grandpa of something that’s heavenly!

  johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com


Details | Ballad | |

I LOVE YOU RATU

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!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bonds of Two

Since times of old,
a man so tall,
will lean upon
a woman small.
Since first they met,
and their paths did cross,
they've tried to capture
time that's lost...
By the grace of God,
each day anew,
their strength combined
is more than two...
He's keen of eye
and sure of foot,
yet she sees things
he overlooks...
As they maneuver 'round
an iceberg's tip,
she lights the way,
and he guides the ship...
 
 Copyright © 2006
 


Details | Haiku | |

Bridge (Familiarity Unknown)

Michelangelo
Stretched God’s hand to Adam’s;
A bridge to heaven.







* For Gareth James' Familiarity Unknown contest and intended to honor of both the image 
and the thoughts it inspired.  The natural bridge and its expansion across that magnificent 
sky reminded me of the now iconic image that Michelangelo painted on the ceiling of the 
Sistine Chapel.  I've been chasing Michelangelo lately, so it doesn't surprise me that I'd see 
reflections of him in nature (or vice versa?).


Details | Ballad | |

BY MY LORD

I know, you do know, 
I love you. 
But I'm sure, God knows
I love you. 
I swear, by my only Lord.
The only, like my love to you. 
You're my love.
Remain deep in my heart. 
I love my love. 
I swear, by the Lord, and my God.
I love you 
I love you
I love you
So much!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Battle, The Victory, The Light

The Battle, The Victory, The Light

I remember you, great destroyer of heart
emerging from darkness to hatefully start
Battles taken to wing and skyward bound
pain, death and sorrow so, so easily found!

No praise ever adorns your so vile name
curses your bread , your dark wicked fame
Ashes reform to give you such an evil way
miseries abound as you cut, slash and slay!

Seek no victory over my greatest stand
living within truth , my way , my plan
I remember well your late night knock
rejected, you fled quickly in total shock!

I remember you , eater of darkened Souls
slayer of dreams with eyes of black coal
Fangs sharpened on the sandrock in Hell
curses from victims under your dark spell!

Slink away, I curse your murdering spirit
truth slays you as you try not to hear it
I carry the armor of the bright Lord today
flee, flee or else dark life you must pay!

Sword of Love drawn now in countering you
spear of justice gives out your just due
A chant of faith sets seal to your fate
souls freed, all that your darkness ate!

Robert J. Lindley  08-22-2014 


Wrote this about 27 years ago....
Rewrote it today and added ten more lines so giving
it today's date.. 

Light utterly destroys darkness. 
In time, good utterly destroys evil.
Man , must understand time yields only to God....


Details | Rhyme | |

Candy Made Of Cotton

You were born and raised as a dream,
That someone else liked to keep.
Run me like a river,
Currents can’t keep us from sleep.
You were raised like a flag. 
So sorry so forgotten,
You were left at half mast.
A tomato in the sun not dried but rotten. 

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.

Turn me like a table.
The only stories I ever heard were fables.
So now all I tell are tall tales. 
Something about cats in cradles. 
I wanted so much from life but I was afraid to reach.
Now hand in my pockets tangled up in sleeves.
My dreams have stayed just dreams.

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.


Details | Quatrain | |

What Kind Of Flowers



Getting close to eighty, not a great idea To shovel snow anymore The danger of a heart attack is ever present Certainly not something to ignore Up in our brains we're still young as ever But the body's fallen way behind So don't you go thinking, that's not me I'm still young and able of mind What kind of flowers d'ya want on your coffin That's if you don't heed my warning It's not really a subject to make jokes about But it may help you see next morning When we're up in years, it's more on our mind It used to be way off in the future Then all of a sudden it starts getting closer Thinking about age, ain't so super So to hurry it along, keep shovelling snow You ain't a young pup anymore It's up to you if you wanna be a smart ass Maybe make out your will before © Jack Ellison 2014


Details | Lyric | |

Album of Hearts

Gray and abysmal are her days
Each moment a faded dark haze
Consumed in her fairy tale dream
Her prince never came it would seem 
Venturing she thought it were fate
A new destination, clean slate

Then within a breath of meeting
And an awkward funny greeting
She was cast under a love spell
Too embarrassed to ever tell
How easily the lyrics came 
Now that he set her heart inflame

Listen to the keys dance along 
Oh how melodic is their song
Listen to the strings strum along
Oh the harmony of their song
In perfect tune with emotion
Played with pure, loving, devotion
Two separate songs bound as one
The album of hearts has begun

Her fantasy life broken down
Soon after arriving in town
Energized to attain her goals
Pondering after long night strolls
Rejuvenated was her heart
As though life had begun to start

A story begins to unfold
Yet their feelings remained untold
Curiosity starts to bloom
Her soul slowly consumed in gloom
Hoping for answers of desire
She burned with his internal fire

Listen to the keys dance along 
Oh how melodic is their song
Listen to the strings strum along
Oh the harmony of their song
In perfect tune with emotion
Played with pure, loving, devotion
Two separate songs bound as one
The album of hearts has begun

The album of hearts has begun
Two separate songs bound as one
And somehow they already knew
Without them saying “I love you”


Details | Narrative | |

Feelings

My sadness is so profound
That it settles, like a killing dust
In every corner of the room
Sometimes, my eyes are wide with joy
The birds are loose in my eyes
Happy thoughts wing through the room
And rest on the notebook
Each image is a single memory
Whose life span is short
And heartbeat fast
Each image is a mystery,
Demanding preservation and admittance
Each image is a song,
Wanting life


Details | Epithalamium | |

The Soul Shatters

The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013


Details | Imagism | |

GENUINE PINOY

7,100 islands, you are made up..
Pearl of the orient seas, that's how you are..
Cradle of four civilization, historians says..
Only Christian nation, even they speak..

Abounded with vast green forests..
Surrounded by shallow to deep trenches...
Choose wether to white and black sands of beaches..
Each island is an enticement...

Every province has it's own native delicacy...
Each one is known for its festival felicity..
Poor as it may seem yet great in hospitality..
Enabling each tourist to feel welcome in grandiosity...

Look around, you will see a smile..
Scattered genuine friendship in mile..
Wether you are black, white or yellow skin..
They don't care as long as you're clean...

Clever and intelligent...
Creative and truly magnificent..
Small probably by height..
Yet, if known you'll be full in sight..

God fearing - spirited by nature..
Responsible enough for the future..
Families implants love to nurture..
Obviously seen in each Filipino creature...

By: olive_eloi
26/09/2013
10:29am


Details | Quatrain | |

Waste not the love of a lady


Waste not her love in all it's tender exhibits
Nor take for granted the look in her eyes
Lest her softness be calloused fictitious 
Or her trust in your heart be despised 

The strength of a man lies not in his stature
Nor the kingdoms he's built in his name
It's not in the dreams defeated or captured
Or heroically owning some blame 

The love of a lady discerns what is true
The child's heart that dwells in her man
His need to be nurtured vulnerabilities debut
Entrance to an unguarded land

There's a bravery more gallant 
Than the absence of fear
When in loves sweet embrace transparent
Gratitudes strength displayed by way of unbridled tears

Ah so few things in life so precious
As the slow dance between woman and man
Fewer still are the moments that leave you breathless
When love finds it's way past adversities plan 

I say... Waste not the love of a lady
Your rugged stance will have its due
Lavish her with pure surrender
Her last breath will whisper... "My love is true"


Details | Light Poetry | |

a womans cry

Dynasties of radiance splash into a womans swimming pool of excellence a womans cry transforms failures into triumph, should i feel agony & defeat for the lost bondage of our love, does a womans cry begin to symbolize the sacred feelings hiding inside the belly of a mans lies, a queen at the throne was promised, i bear children in the midst of our fight for survival do you dare assassinate my worth, my conscious is a relentless drum at the mercy of ones entertaining commands listen to a womans cry, how do i remain steady when even i question my character, is it wrong to look towards the heavens seeking pity for not being your lone constant treasure, such a life grows deeper as i sleep but find not an eye full of rest, my heart is but a mere myth who will hear a woman cry, weary i crawl for the weight of your misfortunes too great to shield, my place as a mother weakend by your arrows of discretions, spare me of your tough ridges, rid me of your chaotic demanor, heal my wounded but not broken spirit from your barbariac abuse, sooth my emotions for empty i remain a womans cry


Details | Rhyme | |

Happy In Traffic

Always running late;
Just taking time to enjoy it.
Life is a car speeding fast,
But it's better to be stuck in traffic.


Details | Blank verse | |

questions

today is just the start, 
yesterday is on the previous page
 but i refuse to turn back to it.

do not need reminders of all the misery 
love, life, lust 
all stories that come together 
to form the picture that is 

my life...


Details | Haiku | |

Heart Strum

moved by the music
heart jumped with the melody
sang with harmony


Details | Free verse | |

What Burden

I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free
 Because the burden of slavery is no longer on me
 I've seen the thunder and the rain
 But like a plant outside, only growth I've gained

Stopped by the police, he just wanted to see
 What a black man was doing in a Grand Marquis
 Was reaching for my insurance, he said it was a gun
 Just a book about black man's struggle he had overcome

But see, he thought I was scared and wanted to hide
 But I sat in my driver's seat with all of my pride
 He couldn't get me mentally, so he drove away
 Yeah I' black, and my car came from a mom who would pray

See these statistics say black males just fight, kill and fail
 Do a poll on me, guarantee you'll change ideals of a black male
 See you think my emotions are bursting at the seams
 But I'm not an idealist, I'm a realist with dreams

My intelligence is leaving you scared, putting you in fear
 Yeah I said it, didn't Tyson your ear so I know you could hear
 The past is the past, back then they'd have to fight
 But I don't have to cause I was born with rights

America loves to call black dads deadbeats
 But can't acknowledge the ones finding their kids food to eat
 My black mama did it on her own and never had to steal
 And made sure me and my sister always had a meal

The first male in my family to go to college for a degree
 Yeah look passed the nappy hair and beard before analyzing me
 Been passing racial slurs generation to generation, it's time for an interference
 Cause I'm not a colored man, I'm a man with a different appearance

Yeah Dr. King fought for me and other blacks
 But he's gone now, so I don't need his actions on my back
 Don't read me wrong, I'm thankful for what he did
 But integration is wide open and segregation has a closed lid

These old racists need to go and plead the fifth
 So that future kids can see racism as just a myth
 Let this grudge end and just live your life
 Cause you're only stabbing the Constitution with a knife

Thank you for the slurs, lynchings and KKK
 Cause now you're all too tired to block the future so get out of our way
 My father in heaven made me, so I was meant to black
 He instilled wisdom in me, while you're intelligence slacks

So please tell me what burden do I have to bear
 Success is my future and now you're in a scare
 My light beams bright as the sun, you're unlit
 Struggles are done, I'm hear to stay so deal with it

http://soundcloud.com/abraham-t-shaw/what-burden


Details | Narrative | |

THAT NOTHINGNESS EXISTS

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,
Sabah
29 June 2014
1st Ramadan 1435


Details | ABC | |

My love

        My love, is you 
       My love is pure of heart
     And with my love I give you my all
    With my love I won't shed tear to the cloud 
My love is everlasting can't you understand me
My love is like some roaring ocean just to have you near
  And with loves grace I abide by you
  My love will go on as long as you will stay
With the stars that shine for us as long as you'll accept
                   My love


Details | Bio | |

ART IS LIFE

Arts will always
have a place in my
heart.
Arts will remind of
life that shall
taste death.
It is the art of
sound
that awakes me from
my sleep.

The art of melodies
will touch and
soften my heart.
And the art will
ever use
for a design of my
eternal home.

Azan is rendered
with an artful
manner
will take a man to
pray.
It is the art that
will beautify
everything.
As man, I am one of
the most beautiful
Allah's work of
arts.

Everything is art,
including our
language and words.
Good speech is a
great art.

Good morning art. 
An art that I most
love is the art of
"I love you, peace".
Layag Sug!


Details | Ballade | |

Words of Love

She reached her hand across their marriage bed --
It’d been a stand-off for so many years;
She prayed their love had not grown cold and dead;
His answer could allay her deepest fear:
The love for him she held in unshed tears.
She feared that they had lost the life they shared,
A life of which he once had spoke with cheer;
She prayed he’d speak those words to prove he cared.

He turned to her as though to speak, instead
He turned away to face the wall most near;
Her hand still out, the tears so long unshed
Fell from her eyes, uncertainty made clear:
The hope that lay inside now faded here.
Her heart was pierced, her need for him was bared;
She felt the pain as knives, so sharp and sheer;
She prayed he’d speak those words to prove he cared.

For love to bloom, then know it must be fed,
And heed these words, your heart upon them wear,
For marriage needs much more than daily bread:
Think not that words of love are not held dear,
For hearts will break when words to silence veer.
She lay upon her marriage, boned and pared,
She prayed he’d speak the words she longed to hear;
She prayed he’d speak those words to prove he cared.


[by Deb Radke]


Details | Bio | |

TREE HAS NO FAULT

Trees are lives.
They protect environment and people.
They hold the earth.
People kill them. 
They shed people. 
They keep quite when people cut them.
They curse people when time comes. 
They have no faults if flood comes.
Don’t blame them if earth is hot.
Stop illegal cutting of trees.
Start planting them!


Details | Free verse | |

World of a Maze

on cloud nine it seems gravity pulls me back down to the moon’s sunbeams the magnitude forcing a frown there’s a certain purpose for the trial knowing somewhere down the line there’s a real trail but even thinking of trying is a fail a nervous wreck in the midst of space oxygen flows, but it’s out of trace hypnotic doubt overwhelms the soul that sort of mechanical happiness is taking its toll and the fumes of assumptions consume me like the brain is loading its function rhymes a wreck down the railroad of chaos high on sadness the eyes droop some sort of animal-human cross meshed in this never-ending lump of goop philosophic gamma rays pierce the x-ray visions pass—the eyes dull gray disheartened generations gaze in a lightening phase struck eternally in this world of a maze fashion me on high and I swear I will end up down below where the moon-struck sun beats down and says goodbye to the smile of our darkest foe


Details | I do not know? | |

teens life in Oakland

*A assignment was due in class. *

Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence

Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children

When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
VIOLENCE


Details | Acrostic | |

peacock

P eacock, the bird of love as it signifies,
E nthralls with its charm and delightful plumage,
A s it rains my heart ecstatically beats,
C adence  to the swinging hues,
O ver and over my heart beats go,
C raving for my beloved,
K nows not my heart is swayed away by him


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry

P) Power O) of E) effective M) mentality Seeing the external internally Imposed but there is a possibility Get you thinking constantly Spoken out with clarity Meaning it sincerely Increasing minds physically Teaching the mind eventually Sowing a lyrical tapestry With the power of the pen and pad it be The influence of God’s philosophy Balancing human hypocrisy Enriching hearts spiritually Spreading emotions evenly Sparking a forgotten memory Freeing prisoners emotionally By painting pictures vividly Always coming out visually Rhyming with a melody Wiping all misery Toning down insanity Showing everyone brightly And clearly This is poetry.


Details | Rhyme | |

Show No Fear

Show No Fear

Show no fear for a pain torn
mind rejects sleight of hand
Gilded spoon of royalty born
stifles honor in heart of man

Rest beneath purple shields
courage gained never yields
A battle to win another day
fights fear in feet of clay

Stand above shadows path
spit on dark gifted wrath
Embrace fate's only gift
soul steeled to so uplift

Man's life set to upstage
wisdom of a dead hero's age
Secure in a state of grace
content just seeing the race

Epic wins by courage's will
finished with blood to spill
Kingdom won upon mere whim
God's grace setting upon him

Show no fear of a tragic, lingering death
Life cries out with desperate, bated breath!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-05-2014


Details | Bio | |

WRITE SOME TODAY

Make writing as a habit and addiction
Not just a hobby
Indeed you can gather more stories of your life 
By simply writing it every day
When time passes by 
Your stories would become something valuable 
Than pieces of diamond
Remember everything comes from nothing 
That later became something. 
So don’t forget to write – 
Don’t forget to write some today!





Saturday, 16 March 2013, 8:49AM
Sandakan Nature City, Sabah, Malaysia
The poem is a reminder to us that writing everyday is important
Let Us All Save Peace. Ilyimy. Layag Sug!


Details | Free verse | |

THE ESSENCE OF MY BEING

Author: 
Fernando Ceballos Lachica

Poem:
The Essence of My Being



You....

You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference,
But, silence my dear...is the language of my heart!

I love you for anything that surrounds you,
I love you the way what you want me to be,
I love you for everything within me,
But, why my dear?.....you left me...alone....

Alone, in my heart that nobody can replace my love for you,
Alone, feeling the emptiness that surrounds all over me,
Alone, to love without you....my dear...
But, why my love? why?

Silence, which makes you think differently,
Silence, that my heart alone can suffice to say,
Silence, engulfs me whenever I need you,
But, silence my love...is the language of my heart.

You...left without a word,
You...perish without a trace,
You...are the only one that I love,
You...are within my being....

Until the end of time...you...


Details | ABC | |

He is

He is peace! 
He is love!
He is Gentle!
He is Kind! 
He is Faithful!
He is Merciful!
He is my DADDY forever!


Details | Blank verse | |

words words words

words words words 
and more words
separated by 
space and time
commas
dots
dashes 
silences and breaths
spoken and written
make as we go
to give meaning to all
the truth
and 
the lies


Details | Free verse | |

Your Love Is The Strongest

Send me to the darkest places;
That's where I feel You strongest.
A kiss and hug down the deepest alleys;
Never letting go, Your love is the strongest.


Details | Free verse | |

Love: Contemplating On Your Doorstep

(Oh, how time goes by, hm?
It's been...
A long while since she last said 
Farewell.
She remembers;
Your smile-
Despite your unnerving hand-
Said you wanted to plenish a
Rogue tease
On her lips. Which was fine 
then.
But time went, and desire 
disguised itself,
Spiralling into satirical hatred. And
Somehow between
Ponders and dreams
Of whispering tickles
Inside your ear,
She escaped a fate chosen for her.
And maybe that's why she came.) 

As I stand here
Below your window;
A tattered red wired on my 
face,
Despite all
Unwarranted barter
Against it,
I couldn't help
But be here.

Don't get me wrong.
I argued it profusely,
Though you'd say I always do,
But as I stared into the silver 
platter,
It was almost inevitable!
Fate as you too, would say,
That my fingers should grasp
That dress you once loved,
And quiver its stream
Upon my skin, 
Flowing loosely into a 
shimmering
waterfall.
You know I wouldn't have worn 
it
unless...
Well-
(How should she begin?)

Remember the time
When the splattering colour
Thrashed its way upon
The black canvas of night?
You stood off
Away.
And I stood even farther.

I called you...
And wished you all the best.

Albeit the deafening
Insult I cradled with wishes,
Echoed in your humoured mind,
I meant it.
The words were as genuine
As the heart throbbing
Under the chest
As I watched, lost in those 
colours
Thinking of...

Well-

Forgive me.
I should have called
And declared my timely arrival.
You probably have
A matter of importance
To uphold.
But as I recalled...
You loved sugary treats...
And maybe when your diligence 
ceased
For just a moment,
And you crave a sweet for 
pleasing,

You would only to place your 
hand in 
Mine
To take it...
(Why isn't she quick
To the point, lad?)

I'm sorry.
I know you'd like to hear this
From someone else,
Spewing it from the throat.
But today
In all of the disguised things you 
love,
I wanted you to understand.
I was hoping,
All that changed would be 
devoured
By what I needed to tell you,
If I could.

(If only she could...

The truth is,
She knows it is a destiny
A fated destiny...
Though one that does not start 
here.

For even if
This door swung open
And her heart bloomed.
Even if, you wielded,
The words of 'I', and 'you'
And 'unsheathed destiny'.
Even if...
You scorched her soul
Fervently with honeyed love,
Where before the crafting of 
your hearts
From friends, pains and time,
To be sharper for yourselves;
From you to her and her to you,
I'd have to say
With the overflowing essence,
Of everything I am
That it just isn't meant to be.)


Details | Ballad | |

Hearts are Young Again

Weary sounds the winter wind, keeping the eyes from slumber,
Far from salvation, and lost to memory;
For waiting by the melting ice, in water ghostly cold
Are things instilled in the meaning of our lives       

 Cast out the fragments of what’s within, cast it out.
And cast out symbols of a moment, cast it out.
Instill to all the wisdom of truth, when its meaning is ever gone,
For I often stand with withered hands and pain in my tired bones

 Give to ones own intent those with concept and vision,
Until we can touch the aged brow and calm the righteous soul, 
Come feel a breeze as spring is born and breathe in the sweet aroma
While lilies grow where a water flows and hearts are young again  


Details | ABC | |

Treasures of your soul


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

08-05-13


Poem for Treasures of Your soul contest
for Gail 




Details | Prose Poetry | |

I Hope You Know I'll Always Love You

I am what you call a hopeless 
romantic,
But im also a lost lovers cause, my 
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts 
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love 
me
She holds the heart to another and 
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she 
wants, not even when it comes to 
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy 
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I 
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless 
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast, 
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a 
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the 
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in 
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be 
the same
Finally saying it out loud as tears run 
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked 
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said 
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be 
the same,
No one can seem to bring back that 
flame,
Because a love likes ours comes 
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who 
your with 
I mean I only wrote this as I heard 
exchanging “I love you” flow from 
each of your lips.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dear Furture Mr Right

Are you even out there 
Or is this another religious term
Cause how am I suppose to 
knowingly wait
If your not even confirmed
The perfect man, like a treasure 
concealed
But can't your hurry already and be 
revealed
It's hard when God made every 
male with so much appeal

It really is Gods fault
He made me a woman
Making me wait for my own song of 
Solomon
But now I'm solemn, and
This waiting takes too long
Searching for Mr. right
In a world of Mr. wrongs
What will it hurt if I give myself 
away
Nothing physical of course, just 
flirtatious play
Hormonal needs that I must attend 
to
But don't worry my love I'm still 
waiting for you

I hear scripture say
Do not awake love before its time
Ha, Solomen get with the times
In this world I must work to get was 
is rightfully mine
So if I want love, it'll be my job to 
find
it. 

But don't worry future husband I'm 
to smart to settle
Even If I pass around my blossomed 
heart, you'll still have one petal.
Of course it might be crumbled 
from the last chosen vessel.
But Gods is a god of renewel and 
reassemble

So its all good

I know its not the destiny I need to 
choose
But its hard hanging around friends 
who do nothing but pursue
Relationship flings that they fling 
themselves to
Yet still have a happily ever after 
come true
While I sit around waiting like a 
lose-r

Trust me okay, I understand the 
stake
But if I give my heart to God who 
knows how long it'll take
It's not a reluctant, eye rolling 
choice to make
But one of determination I must 
partake
So I'll wait, for your sake

Your worth the wait, I tell myself
Until the time is right, I'll be 
readying myself.
Spending time with the One who 
knows me better them myself.
Only then will He bring someone I 
can love as myself

And like my Savior I know you'll be
Confirmed by my heart with every 
prophecy
So that when I see
The mirrored reflection of your life
It'll remind me of the passion that I 
Have for my Christ

Give me patience oh God
For I'm still learning
Though my flesh rebels
I'm still yearning
Don't give up on me my prince
Though emotions are burning
Waiting i'll be
for the only one who is worthy


Details | Quatrain | |

The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.


Details | Free verse | |

What Am I

My thought-to-be existence
has caused lots of explorations
around the world; from Americas
to Africa; from Africa to Asia........trekking,
sailing, and flying to where "celestial" maps
and oral traditional stories take them to.

Today, people are still searching for me
in science and magic, sometimes the seekers
becoming insane.

It is believed that whoever takes a sip of me,
becomes immortal like gods!

What Am I?


Details | Free verse | |

Cyborg Sleep

                                   Cyborg Sleep

An image of a man stands serene against the rock cold wall
Vigilant eyes study the distant city
Elongated and curved shapes form in his mechanical mind
Only nature there to sense it’s out of place motions
The cybernetic organism, alien life
Coming to life on the barren world
A living machine, automaton, a time sentinel 
Built with purpose
Watches with singular intent 
All there is…. all that’s left
Never flinching…. Nearly motionless…. somber in demeanor
This replica of humans holds solid ground and waits
Programed to move occasionally at times
To generate power in its core components to survive
The guardian of humanity stands
A solid figure with a small metallic vile
Sheltered within hides a remnant DNA specimen strand 
(It is the last fragment of human’s survival and hope)
Nestled deep in the power source 
Atomic silent and serene it keeps the centuries still
In time to come, with luck
The cyborg will be cracked open like an egg one day
Perhaps by another benevolent humanoid race
To reassemble the family of man from the remnants left
Or the time sentinel will roam the Earth alone
Carrying humanity along literally in the heart 
In an endless awakening from alien sleep
No one to ever know the secret that he keeps


Details | Epic | |

Citadel Heart


I am just a beating heart
red from the start and damned with a dream
a spiking scream upon the Hope and Hell seam,
the world passes through me, revealing suffering and the heavenly,
I make a scene, as I put together my pump, thump and bump melody
a feather on fire for the fortune of creativity, for you, my vicious vitality,

Just a beating heart I am
bleached bright by the balm of calm kisses,
quickened by the kick of Passion's lick, thick on the senses,
I get fattened on fast lust, valves bulging, arteries divulging my truest wishes
drenched I am in cherry jam, as Love's current cracks the dam
the gush and rush, pooling plushly, a sweet span
learn to share I know I can,

Just a beating heart I am
wrenched by the warfare of savage offenses, demonic curses,
a pillar of flame in the face of Hate's hurricane, avenging abuses,
of lies and lynchings I have no use, with a Rebel beat I use no ruses,
for all I've done no sham excuses, totally loyal to my Divine Muses,
I have survived artful assassins and the gravest depressions, felt how anger bemuses,
of others' I have punctured and captured without desire to harm,
and I have been ruptured, fluttered and raptured by the sexiest charm,

I am a beating heart, like you,
wet and red, defying dread, blessed with you, Beauty full fed -

J.A.B.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Heart Of The Ocean

You pick me up and fly me away;
Oh my baby, what a beautiful day!
Like a rock, you are strong to withstand the motion,
And your love runs deep, the heart of the ocean.


Details | Sonnet | |

Capstone

The lips that kissed these tiled floors
now split to cough out damp clay dust.
Gathered in excited lungs, to build and mold forever more
under thatched roof of ripped canvas. Must

the strings that hold your heart in tune
be plucked free to dance upon the unknown noise.
That rings from peach sky mornings to hushed afternoon
in the sparrows song. Like the toys

that teach creation, Paintbrush’s whispering tongue
kisses white with every stroke. Scream
forth in colorful kindling that rung
your secrets in the wind, leaving dry lungs to dream

for knowledge as it seeps from tree rings,
the life sap frozen in amber wings.


Details | Free verse | |

8:15 To Freedom

Do you hear the train a'whistlin'?
I wonder where she's a'goin'.
Can she be boundin' toward freedom?
Well, there's freedom in Jesus!
And that's all we need!


Details | Free verse | |

Candlelit Fantasy

No words can describe what you do to me
You inject in me some sort of venom-like sweetness
Mind and body erase
Making room for feeling and admiration
On my side of thought, you merely despise me
You leave me in melancholy wonder
Melting me like a candle, I become so low
And burn all the more!
Because this wax in me is lathered in your substance
Sometimes I wonder if you are made of venom at all
Sometimes I bring myself to believe. . .
That you are sweet. . .
And you want me to enjoy it
Why I suffer so profusely I cannot tell
Why I allow myself to believe 
That I may love you
Only toughens my doubt of a shell
Perhaps I never loved you
Or perhaps I do more and more everyday
And the shell grows all the more fragile
I am low as can be in this room
This dreary, candlelit fantasy involving you
I age in a young body
Trapped in ancient pain
Wrapped in insipid, typical emotion
Bludgeoned with irrefutable doubt
Your very few words burn me
Melting me into nothing. . .
But when I am finally blown out
I have no choice but to harden

Sometimes I return tall
Other times I remain small
I wonder which one you prefer


Details | Free verse | |

soul dance

spinning round and round till i fly up
and hit ground
turning into sea
pleasing me
i grab the bass fish gliding past
free
i dive into the eyes of the brown green scales
head first never fails
in the soul of the beast i sit 
bare
my locks float around the fish shell
his hearts beat started to move me
onto my feet
bend my knees
shake my hips
rattle my brain
clap my hands
the soul of the fish is where i spend the rest of my plans


Details | Light Poetry | |

Reflections Of You

When walking a path that you wish to take
A memory of love that never was a mistake
Holding hands with the most of caring person
Gave a virtue of different emotions and lesson
Now you share and grow to care for another
And you have created a family with no other
It shows through generations that you have virtue 
Of whom you shared your love and faith in is true
The image of both of you comes to make a new
A new creation of a reflection of you


Details | Rhyme | |

Surreal Love

I pray to God that it will be a brighter day; 
I want his warmth to clothe me day after day 
Someday, the sun will erase all of my doubts
 and push away the clouds…
I want to be a positive schoolboy – but the clouds 
Cover me like mesmerizing, despondent shrouds  
I want to be a positive youngster – I need to stay
 True to my unaccomplished goals everyday

Lord, I know life has its ups and downs – but, I must keep a steady pace…
I want to develop a stable mentality with no trace of pity 
Lord, I know life gets problematic in the long run – I FEAR I might fall on my face
I just want to be content – I want my dreams to become a reality 

I'll be loving you forever… 
for you’re the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep at night
I’ll take a moment just to ponder… 
About you and our time together – thinking about you restores hope, joy and might

our love is wholesome and so much more…
our love will grow on forevermore…
our love is real and it’s a great deal…
our love is beyond measure and it’s totally real…
Our Love is oh so surreal 
You melt my anguish away…
Our love can heal a broken heart
You cherish me in the month of May 
You blow away winter’s dismay

I pray to God for a more optimistic mindset…
Hopefully it doesn’t result in forfeits  
 Push away the gray…and laminate it with a striking sunset, 
I’m drowning in his inclement, rainy regrets

I’ll make sure to embrace competition…
for you're my reason I run the extra mile, winning honor and applauds
I’ll take a moment to pursue my ambition...
Of being with you always and forever – I fear I might lose all of my odds 
With you…your heart isn’t pumping with vile frauds 
Every single second spent with you…
Makes my spirit soar anew...
I never experienced such surreal love
Our love flourishes rapidly from up above 

I’m sick with a love flu *cough* *cough*


Details | Free verse | |

Space

Our minds heavy
with worry,
make us more anxious
and uncertain about life

We become older
than we look,
and more exhausted
than we ought to be

If we let go of worry,
our minds become empty,
creating a void that makes
our minds lighter,
making us to float to any
kind of possibilities


Details | Rhyme | |

Broken Heart Warfare

So full of hurt
Heart Stomped in the dirt
But I'll get up
I'll brush off my skirt

Paste a smile on my face
Get back in the race

My fake laugh I'll embrace
While so alone in this place
I'll fake my sweet grace
Tie my hair up in lace

Hope no one will care 
To see past my fake stare
Because I can not bare
To explain my despair 

No I don't need your prayer
Nor your disapproving glare

My sadness will wear
Life's just so unfair
Breaking dear hearts
Like illegal warfare

While my insides repair
I'll just brush this long hair
Fake smile blank stare

Should pull me through
This broken heart warfare.

<3 Kaleelynn


Details | Verse | |

Confession

The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.

Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him, 
Waiting until eyes grow dim.

Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.

Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.


Details | Lyric | |

The World I Know Living In Black And White

the world i know isnt like the world you have been raised in all your life
 This world is darker. more in depth with the outer dimensions
 this world only has one person
 Everything else isnt living.. they are ghost
 this world is like a disturbed painting
 When everything in your perfect little world
 is forced upside down
 Things get bent or twisted
 In your world people are seen for whats on the outside
 In my world its bent the other way around
 You see their inner ugliness
 Becoming their outer beauty
 When you see someone giving money to a poor child for food in your world
 I see a man trying to kidnap a child, beat him, and force sex with him
 My world is a lot more serious then yours
 Your world Is a lot more pathetic then mine


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Back

Hey, did you hear the sounds of a sorrowed heart
slowly thumping away in the evening sunsets?
There he is, baby, the man they call;
"The Blue Poet"
there he is in the flesh
with a book of poems in his hand,
look at the whores and the smiles turn to him
and say to him, "Where have you been?"
They look at him and he looks at us.
He sits at his desk,
he lits a cigarette and smokes.
He opens the big book of poetry that he had in his hand
and started to read.
There was a smile on his face,
reading to all of us;
as we sat around his greatness and glory
and we listened to his great poetry.
He looked at us through the dark
and with eyes a blazed and a smile so bright
he opened his mouth and out came the words of
a sorrowed heart and a master at his finest hour,
and he said in a calm voice;
"I'm Back, baby!"
And we all cheered,
and he smiled and drank his glass of red wine
and smoked his cigarette
He leaned back in his chair and watched us all
stand and cheer.
If you looked closely,
you could see a single tear form in his eye
and roll down his rough cheek.
The Blue Poet was back,
and this time he stayed.

-10/23/2013-

A dedication to myself. I am sorry to all my fellow fans and followers and poets and poetesses, I had left you all without a trace of ever returning, but now I am back and here to stay!


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Silver Anniversary



From the day I promised to be with you forever… It’s now been 25 years together! Through the trials, laughter and many miles We’ve had our share of joy and trials! You’ve been so loving patient with me. My beautiful wife— my lovely sweetie! This anniversary, I am so very proud of you! You’re a wonderful wife! Faithful and true! With you, God has given me the best! My love for you is so hard to express! I Love YOU! Is what I will always say, This very special anniversary day!!! Love, Jim


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

My Path Way In Life

Life is fuuny and cunny,It's not a good thing for anyone to pass through my path way in life for it is meant only for the strong and bold.I don't know where my strenght is coming from each day but i manage,

It's not easy walking through the path i have walked through and still walking through.I will never pray someone else walks past close to my path way in Life uptill now,never should anyone get it.its been STRONG my dear friend and brother
very STRONG,

I am just stocked in a single place like a piece of paper on a dry ground surrounded by both water and fire.if i change position,i either get soaked and torned off or i get burnt and loses in thin air,

Sometimes i stare at my path way in life both past and present,I see that i have travelled too far but not so far
I tend to wonder if travelling this path is all about staying at a single bus stop.

its really frustrating and sometimes wonderingly uncomfortable to notice that haven travelled a long path in life,you find yourself starting from the very begining where you started from,

its kind of annoying and may give a weak mind some chances of blaming his creator of which at times i do but may God forgive me for I am just being human.Listening to FOOLS and illitrates whose mindsets are blocked with ignorance and mischief makes my path narrower and tight,

well,well just keep doing your thing my brother and God is with you.as for me,I'll keep walking my rough path in life till my God makes it glaringly straight and easy for me,

I realy feel so down man,so down and confused.I feel real down.Yeah I know about my faith,I know about my God and I know everything is possible with him but i feel weak after passing through so much in life His strength has been and is still keeping me going but i need more,

I need to get to the stage in life where i can start doing what my heart yawns for.As it is said in the bible,"Train your child according to the ways of the Lord so that when he grows up,he will not depart from it",

Hope you get what i am talking about even if you are not around or beside my path way in life to witness the reality of it.But we must keep things we have in a continuous and pospective way where we can see developments in the near future even if it aches my back,throat and heart in a very bad way.Well,well I just keep my path way in Life and until then,i keep praying...


Details | Bio | |

BOOK: MY PERSONAL TALK

So people would love to read
Because if it’s easy read
It’s a loving read
Like a novel but history
That’s why simply
Like a novel but personal story
It’s the key to getting the audience say
Yes absolutely the right way
I am reading the books
So that’s the key to it
I will try to have a good book
And I wanted to make one note
The book is my personal talk



Friday, 15 March 2013, 11:50PM
Sandakan Nature City, Sabah, Malaysia


Details | Free verse | |

On the Edge of Summer

It's hard to think that just a few

Long lived and aching months ago

We were barely to the point of love;

We had just become a we at all,

Simply the youngest of truths 

That the ageless world could show.

And when I took your hand then,

When I kissed your lips

For the first of many times,

I could feel life bending for us,

To the very creation we desired.

So we walked together in bliss,

Sometimes hand in hand and

Other times hearts were

The only connection we could come by.

And no, we never bore perfection,

For what true love really does?

There were nights where we cried,

Days where we sobbed mercifully,

So scared of losing each other

That we forgot the impossibility of it.

Even when the clouds built up,

We always seemed to shine brighter

After the sun fell and rose again.

Entwined were we through the

Infinitely minuscule moments and

Those severely searing seconds,

Left drenched and drained from

The very creation of our passions.

It truly takes my breath away,

Much like your angelic lips,

To think of who we were and

Who we are in the moment so called now.

We stand on the edge of summer,

Together forever and ever,

Until time reaches never.

Everything we've been and everything

We've yet to become are true,

Nothing in this life means 

So much to me as you


Details | Free verse | |

Dream

My life passes me by day by day
Hoping that one day it could change
Then I soon glance at something with such beauty
It was an angel in which I seek

The look in such eyes soon makes me realize
Just how wonderful life could be
When one day you are holding hands with me 
At night when you feel the cold air breeze
I will hold you in my arms so peacefully 

The warmth of a goddess in the one I love
Makes me feel like I am soaring in the skies above 
Glancing at those soft tender lips
Closing in closer so we can share such a passionate kiss

I could wish for nothing more
Your presence is all that I was searching for
Such an image could not be
For me to soon realize that it was just a dream
When I awake I will finally know
How life would be in the real world
Will time come and pass me by
Will I ever be able to find true love before I die
Soon I realize that I am standing under the wedding bells
Where my angel and I are exchanging our sacred vows.


Details | I do not know? | |

Headlines

                                                Believe me,
                                          Just watching my TV
                                               News Flash!! 
                                                   Skyjack! 
                                      New York City Centre,Jet Crash. 
                                                 Check that.
News Call,Broadcast stall. 
Drop the headlines!! 
This is the new line 
                                            Look up on the Skyline   
Flash,Bash,Crash 
Right on the building top.    
                                                         Biff Baff!!
                                                        Heart attack!! 
On another line 
Pentagon now a exagon
Another plane drop. 
                                                 Whats that?whats that? 
Beam in on the spot.   
                                                 Another streak across the sky 
Sliiced another tower
Question asked.
                                                           Why,Why,Why? 
Whats going on?Whats going on? 
Another crash,big explosion 
Switch broadcast over to Washington
                                                       Whats your impression? 
                                                        Whats your emotion.   
Bystanders,
commentators,
confusion 
                                                         "Whats your reaction"? 
Can't believe my eyes J
Just as it began,I realize 
This is an atrocity
Right here,in the heart of the city. 
                                                   Terrorist Attack!!Terrorist Attack!!   
Then the burning Walls a falling 
Like crashing dominoes
Right to the ground. 
Limbless,
Lifeless,
a giant
 fallen.
                                             Armagadeon has arrived,without warning!!   
CIA, FBI,Home Security Then the Guv
Connecting,Enquiring
Blaming intelligence,asking why.
Collate and evaluate 
Then the appropriate reply.   
                                                Calling the president for a comment. 
"What do you think of unfolding events"? 
"WE will find the perpetrators one by one 
Whether he is hiding in Iraq,Iran, or Pakistan. 
We will call up the troops,assembly the galleon, 
Then bomb them ,blast them Clean up their land, 
Bring in new administrations, 
                                                              Thats the plan
Fireman, Policemen,all on the scene
"This is total disaster,the worst we ever seen.
Engines,sirens,surgeons and volunteers 
Combining efforts in a stream. 
Such a nightmare, awful dream 
But in the present, 
                                                           the on going theme


Details | Free verse | |

Open Up Your Heart

I’ll catch you before you run away
Open up the corridor of my mind’s eyes
Gottah wake up…
Gottah wake up
Gottah wake up and sift out these lies
Don’t run away…
Don’t run away…
Don’t run away this fine day, no one says their goodbyes

Open up your heart 
Open up your heart 
Open up your heart to me and I’ll see your significance
Open up…open up…I know it’s difficult, but it’s meant to be
To open up…open up…you’re like a house without an entrance
You’re like a locked door and I foolishly lost the key

These scars won’t heal at all,
Can’t help but be in this helpless state
The stars dim when city lights illuminate 
Hold on to the bars – hold on to me, my love
I’ll try to mend your scars – I’ll fix your broken wing, my dove
Please wait for me till the dawn burns like Mars
It won’t harm us, my angel, casting miracles upon me from above

No one utters a word
No one utters a word
No one waves their goodbyes
Flee like a bird
Flee like a bird
Flee like a blue jay, 
Floating approvingly in this very hour…
It seems to be nighttime, kicking in
That very absurd… but I won’t be sour 
Just keep flapping those wings and let the flight begin
I’m shattered today…
By your senseless, unforeseen absence 
Might as well fly away
Into the clouds, absorbing penitence  

Open up your heart 
Open up your heart
Take heart! Take heart! 
Don't be cruel-hearted
Open up your heart
Release your warmth 
Embrace me with arms wide open
Arms wide open 
Arms wide open
Open up your heart  
Open up your heart to me and you’ll soon find your sovereignty
Open up…open up…I know it’s difficult, but it’s worth the price
To open up…open up…you’re like a giver than gives halfheartedly 
You’re like a wolf in sheep’s clothing – you never take anyone’s advice 

The night devours the day 
The day bows down to the night
Can’t help but be overwhelmed with dismay 
You’re a candle in the dark; you’re my reliable compass,
All throughout the night, you make me feel alright
Feel alright...I needed your guidance
Your guidance...to protect me from the hungry wolves,
Looking for their prey - those puny sheep
Oh! I can't see! It's pitch dark in here
My heart is racing rapidly with endless fear
But, God will bless me with his miracles in no time
Wait till great fate falls upon us...it will be so, so sublime!!
Revealing to me the right pathway beyond the abyss
Hold on to the rope of hope – hold on to me, my love

I’ll try to mend your scars as soon as possible 

If I had healing powers, none of this would be impossible


Details | Free verse | |

Waterfall of Wonderfulness

Believe me...buddy: 
I've been through my ups and downs!
Stay strong, child of His!

I feel so sublime
Like a verse with cheery rhyme 
Yes – wonderful time!

I let out laughter
I squeal with childlike joy…and
A waterfall? Oh boy…

I chillax and breathe
In and out…calming my nerves
I’m a fearless man!

Thrilled, but terrified
You’re fine – all I have to do
Is go with the flow!

I drift on calmly
Fate’s drawing near, don’t worry!
Accept the challenge!

Ch-chilled to the bone
I’m about to lose control
I need self-control!

Relax, boy! Kick back 
Come on, man! Break a leg – hah! 
I can face my fears . . . 

I am colliding 
I’m letting go of my boat
Ooh, I am gliding!

I feel superb vibes, 
Crawlin’ up and down my spine
Wonderful feeling!

Listen up...buddy!
My heart has been pumped with glee
You heard my heartbeats?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Prayer


When therefore great Father Saint and our driver, us your reasons knowers will 
be saved? The world is changing I feel it in the water, I taste it  in the air on the 
moisture of  the ground, shades in the clearing of midday, whispers of horrible 
voices  echoing against the Stone. Drums crying and us inside the mine  drinking 
the  sulphur, the knife in the scabbard has spoken also two flowers  bent on the 
step of a trespasser. The black dog raised itself to us in the night, knowing that 
came the hour the last, it is time to give the blood and the sweat and the white 
tooth. Brother will cut brother in blow body with body looking at the blood as it 
rolls slowly from the rock' s head. The wheels of fortune turns. Crowned and 
cleaned with light the suntanned breasts and the hands, dark bodies wild 
embraced with glances sincere and comfort on there walk laughing. Our chariot 
driver, father, God Unknown! Unwrite what its written to be done  on this land of 
Heroes, gently I grasp they and hand you flakes of winter.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Feather Beauty Bright

I spy, a feather beauty bright
With speckled blush on breast
Basking within the thicket light
Dancing round about her tiny branch 
 
Your fluttering sight beholding
Within the snowy briar
Bathing among the warmth
Of the morning's golden glory

Its brilliance your own crown of halo
Like a sunburst that swallows
Up the end of February's sigh 
As other feathers flusters zoom right by

The ginger little fellows all dappled, scramble
A merry-go-round within a flight
Threading joyous song throughout your bramble
As further flocks of scurry, hurry fly

On parade teasing wings of faerie sprites
A musical path of crisscross kites
But, you little one are the daring, bursting forth
With higher operatic songs, to startle and scold those spry

Feather beauty bravely 
Upon your perch chest thrust out boldly
Nonsense rhymes and a new found might
Chase away the imps of finch and thrush
And keep yourself the sunbeams for its light

And bask yourself once more this time
Among the drops of melting dripping snow
And gather up all tis full
Feasting here, where the wild wild berries grow
 
But, in the end you are their kin 
And soon, my fairy feathered friend you too must go
Out, onto twittering leafy stemmy stem and off...
Into the yonder of the coming spring to rove


Details | Clerihew | |

The Mayas veil

Apocalypse if prepared tomorrow,
The Mayas veil
Might reveal
Today we must revel and read my song of sorrow.


Details | Free verse | |

little pale lies


sometimes, i get a wave of sadness over me.

i love you, and i want to be with you,

but

you deserve someone

a little less neurotic

and

a little more normal.

someone who is honest when she whispers, “I’m so happy”

under the covers.

you make me happy.

but you shouldn’t have to change me like that.


Details | Free verse | |

Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


Details | Rhyme | |

Stardust Covered in Harmony

There's a place of sanctuary,
That shows me a face of statuary.
I would travel to the roof,
Where the moon would keep it aloof.

Lie on my back,
Set my heart to the steady track.
Falling down to my eyes,
Are the shinning stars from the skies.

Laying unto me a blanket of dust,
That the night found to me a must.
Speaking to the shadowed clouds,
While it formatted my long lost drowds.

You could peer into my eyes,
There you would see the reflection of the skies.
You'd see harmony in the lights,
Or maybe the wings of people on flights.

You could see your loved ones,
Hiding behind the face of the suns.
Look into my pupil,
See the passion asserted in dupils.

The bright night sky,
Provided me a place to fly.
Running my finger tips through it's star dust,
Flashing a smile from far to dusk.

Can you feel the magic in the air?
You can find it in the heart you wear.
Or perhaps the the world above,
Where the most magic is part of.

On your way to this journey,
Grab ahold of the night sky firmly.
And never wonder why you have nothing,
As long as you have that harmony in grip,
You may have a long fullfilling trip.

Cali Mitchell


Details | Free verse | |

THE GENIUS POEM FOR YOU EINSTEIN WHAT DO YOU THINK EINSTEIN

Their is a God.In flesh we will not see his face.However we will see pieces of him in mother natures face. Natures aqua I indulge in, purity of his being and grace .I take a gander at shallow but deep water, and I nearly catch a glimpse of his face. A image we can not trace, looking into water searching for oddities timidly twinkling behind image of self, in mirror of water. Obfuscated by rays of sun complicating images reflected into water and image of  water reflected in soul.None can be clearly perceived,that is mystery,that is the hidden God in all, you and me flower and tree, all covered by hazy mist to guard and separate ,what is and what is not to be know.For reasoning beyond comprehensions and perception.The hands of leaves graciously applaud and sings for a kingdom unknown or shown.A land that is inconceivable beyond feeble flesh and bone perhaps a place where every humans faith may or may not be etched in stone,but for certain we don't walk alone. The hands of leaves sings his song with grandiosity. Singing in code alongside hymns of enchanting species on earth. Songs we are told, but never told to be understood for our own good.If other wise we would all be doomed,for instance God blessed us with geniuses and we make weapons of mass destruction. Why should he unveil more mysteries and knowledge? To cause more malice and destruction? Animals and nature, chant songs of spiritual secrets, worldly an beyond secrets.This knowledge the forbidden fruit, only to suit the beings of another realm but still connecting us to it in ways the flesh can bear.If trees,birds and all of nature could talk human languages, mysteries would be no more. What happens when a bright light flashes in front your eyes? Don't you briefly lose sight? what happens when a loud horn blows in your ear doesn't it ring? The same concepts and effects applys with the high volumes and inconceivable power of our God and mysteries that follow. Imagine the the sounds, the sight and the feeling of the life beyond do you think the flesh can bear or withstand such insurmountable grandeur.The wind so much like God its never seen.The wind so much like God its effects are seen, but still remains invisible.The wind carry's breath death things of all volumes and that which feeble flesh cant perceive,I BELIEVE THE WIND IS GOD.....   WHAT DO YOU THINK EINSTEIN..... 


BY: Elliott Bowe


Details | Free verse | |

Tough As Nails

Hopeful doesn’t mean stupid
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t stupid
I was in a state and messed up
Simple as that.

I could dramatize
Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but,
I won’t. 
My spirit can dance alone.
A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else’s.

Dropped my shield 
Set myself on fire 
Burned up a daft dream 
And fell to ashes.

I’ve proven to relate to the phoenix 
Both of us know what it’s like to die a quick death and come back stronger
Time and time again
Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort.

Boulders
Hard topped, granite counters
Tough as nails kid
But kid is man or at least he pretends to be.

Smart phones aren’t so smart but, I’m writing this on one
Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins.

Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.


Details | Haiku | |

None Touched

clouds and cliffs
below a million flowers
and none touched

one petal 
falls amongst the wilted gone
soon will crisp

sad flowers
waiting for spring to lift them
and none touched

4-29-13


Details | Free verse | |

Potentiality

A gift, a blossom not yet budded,
Potential for beauty or destruction,
Pure in intention and hopes so
Sweet, dances in the pouring rain
And tears mingling, joy and pain
Protected in one enclosing circle.
Cherished, precious words and glances
So gentle, touch of beating hearts,
A journey ended to begin
Anew, two roads becoming one,
Filled with landslides, rocks
And soft mossy patches too.
Equally unique and of one mind,
Giving by desire, not requirement,
Loyal until the sweetest end.


Details | Free verse | |

Vicissitude

It wasn't quick
but it seemed to happen so.
The indecisive thoughts soon became quite clear,
but not exactly as crystal would be.
It's easy to see
why it could be frowned upon;
many have ended hurt,
scarred,
and even put to eternal rest.
However, she was undaunted;
she knew her misconceptions could only be 
beneficial.
A swift turn and a venturesome soul
shaped her into a beautiful love song,
a hysterical vision of black and blue.
Throughout the tough goings
and a shattered lullaby or two,
she settled, though erratic,
into a breathtaking work of art
made of misfortunes and lust.
"Change has come and left,
but it shall never be truly gone,"
She cried in her lucid dreams
of the present.


Details | Free verse | |

Passion And Shame Torment Him

otra vez,otra vez` I do, say and say again I am the rock star of the ring I risk my life again and again for fame, Some might think of my passion As just being poetic and practical Or simply culture or unethical However, nevertheless not when my life is on the line Stronger than a herd of Buffaloes Faster than the Speed of a race horse, He is now broken free of his corral A streak of fury, rushes me Despite my fear of dying, My main focus is to Take the bull down by its horn >> I looked deep into his eyes, I saw mingling of rage I carefully swung the cape, A taunt of furling red Aiming for its horns The crowd roars, while The old ladies sob for the bull The men cheers for Salvatore the Matador Nothing more stimulating than the ladies with the beautiful smiles The bull is going to die


Details | Rhyme | |

Disillusioned

Now I'm just a failure
Too afraid to make a mistake.
I've already been there,
Stuck in a route that leaves no breaks.
What is Your plan for me Father?
At once I thought I knew.
Now I'm disillusioned;
Please bring me back to You.


Details | Free verse | |

Secret language recognized by us

we sit in shadows
but are seen in light,
we speak in riddles,
that language is beauty
divine by God
earthly by nature 
spiritual by power
but reserved.  unlit
we are apart
but when our
candles are lit
and the light 
shines on our face
whe speak our words
we understand
we see
we hear
we feel.

by Jesse Kaler

my reasoning behind this poem is that art is a language that is seen, read, heard, and felt by people who are artists because you tap into the feelings that live in your heart because your heart has emotions that are different than the head and art is what shows them.


Details | Rhyme | |

When Is Right Now

When can I say I love you,
Without it being premature?
Do you search for the one that wants to
Prove you're worth fighting for?

When will your walls break down,
And your heart speak what I'd say?
Tell me, what time is right now,
And when this love is okay?




©2013 Poetic Justice
For P.D.'s "Longing Poems" Poetry Contest
6th Place


Details | Free verse | |

You're My Plague

You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart throbs in unease You carry me off to a far-off island Your breeze keeps me flowin’…scraping sand Your names escapes my lips I tell myself, “Get a grip, dude…” But you decided to intrude... My blood drips to the floor I’ve been losing balance… The instant you pushed me aside Your quietude devours me… I can’t help, but hide… I feel horribly disheartened…feelin’ too insignificant To start my day with a good note Too discouraged to be motivated to run… You trade me your pain in the past I consume it like a bear My stomach is churning persistently…you’re running too fast… I’m dowsed in despair My eyes stare vacantly…into space…they roam happily Your vigilance keeps me safe and sound…I dwell in your tranquility Your dreams caress my own… This intriguing comfort never makes me feel alone I’m under your dazzlin’ spell… This is heaven – not living hell! I’ve been bruising myself over you…for a while now The moment you abandoned me that night… Your rejoicing mends my gash…heals my mind… I think better of you – everything’s black and white I feel so exquisite when I’m around you… So inspired to reveal my might…just shine your light On me…and remember to meet me at sun rise… But I still feel malnourished… By your sweltering disease My heart refuses to beat in perfect rhythm – my high hopes nearly perished By your forceful breeze…pushing me on my knees I’m stumbling off my feet – I’m not at all pleased I’m not in the mood to be teased… I’m suffering…I’m not discreet How did you push me off my feet? Why do you make ME feel so damn miserable and incomplete? You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart pounds as I fall upon my blood-stained knees You carry me away to an unknown place Your voice still rings in my ears… I glance at your admirable face I’ve faced you way too many times – Your sparkling with majestic brilliance and pure grace


Details | Free verse | |

The Whores are my Women

I walk alone on freezing cold gutters,
with my jacket that has no buttons,
and shoes with the holes at the soles of my feet,
and the women look at me and gag,
they cry, they faint, they run away, they sigh,
they don't spare a passing glance,
they are the horrid creatures that have no soul.

Then there are the whores.
Yes, the whores stay with me,
they look at me and see a real man,
they see a real poet,
they see a real artist,
who really and truely starves for his art,
and they all admire me and what I stand for.

When I come around,
they tag along,
they sigh in relief when they see me
and they huddle around me
and they admire me
and I admire all of them.
They are my women
who ask nothing from me,
not one thing, yet they stay by my side.
They don't look at beauty, nor how big my bank account is,
they come as they are and look at me for what I really am.
They admire me, they love me,
they can't get enough of me,
and I can't get enough of them.
They all treat me right,
and I admire them for going out of their way for me.

Love is real, when real people appriciate real people.
Love is there when they sit there and listen to me
read my poems and they laugh and smile at me
and my creative genius.
The whores are my women,
and I love them for that, and I smile,
my heart laughs and they laugh with me,
because their my women
and I love them for that.

-10/23/2013


Details | Etheree | |

LIFE

Life
Hard Strife
Stay alive
Need of advice
To survive this night
Born in this world of crime.
Fear, obstacle of progress
Adhere and surpass digression
I took every chance not to question
“The lesson,’ said Death, ‘Is knowledge, with use” 
The knowledgeable fear application
Those who aren't fearful are dull-witted 
This may seem like hostile intent            
To comprehend the simple.
 Individually
I took Death’s advice 
Changed lives and mine 
True to this.
Compassion,
Love.


Details | Nazm | |

BUTTERFLY KILLING

A killer garden of love 
expects pollution of sin 
was walking in town 
embraced my chest home
serving the environment 
 
Butterfly flies 
affect the branches done
disappeared and gone
health in a car exhaustion 
guard our natural wealth 
let's save the wildlife
do not be smug!


Details | Free verse | |

Everybody Needs It

Everybody needs a pencil
Everybody needs it
Everybody needs a rubber
Everybody needs it
To correct their inaccuracy
Everybody needs it
Everybody should smile
And be happy for that life
Never to laugh at failures as losers
Rub them, sharpen your pencil
Make a high resolution image and love it
Be a carpenter love it
Everybody needs it
Be a herdsman love it
Everybody needs it
Busy yourself and love it
Love the works of your hands
No one needs to die
Not even those who commit suicide
Don't think about it
Strive to live without end
Everybody needs it
Don't be rich and hate your friend
Don't be poor work firmly
Don't be evil and earthly


Details | Haiku | |

Rising Moon

As if deep in thought
The spring moon rises
Between flowering ancient trees.


Details | Free verse | |

Supernova girls

Pretty girls don't have to hide 
Scars with sweaters and lies. 
They don't have to cover up 
How ugly they feel inside. 
And lovely girls are not afraid 
Of the demons inside their mind. 
Normal girls don't cry at night 
And think of such monstrous things. 
And other girls don't have to smile
just to cover up their pain. 
Nice girls do not screw up 
And feel worse than they did in the first place. 
You may say that I'm lovely, or nice, or pretty. 
And you will see a broken smile shy upon my face. 
And at first you may think that I am actually okay. 
Until you get a closer look, and you notice 
The light in my eyes, is fading away.
I used to be one of those girls.. 
But I have been hardened. I have been changed. 
The innocence has gone and the darkness reigns. 
Years ago my bright eyes drowned 
Into solitary oceans of fear.. 
So don't mind my teary eyes
Thre next time you whisper those
Sweet nothings into my ear..


Details | Free verse | |

Refusing To Listen

Everyone telling me where to go:
Turn left,
Turn right.
I don't even know who to listen to anymore;
I don't even know who I am anymore.
God, please speak to me
And tell me where to go
And show me what to do
Because Your voice is drowning out in the madness
Or maybe I am just refusing to listen.


Details | I do not know? | |

Through You

I can see it now
sweet curve of a smile
matching the one of her hip

the light in her eyes
and the feel of
skin on skin

the way you stare
the smirks
your silence screams

I can see the way you
love her
adore her

need her

I can see it now
i can see me
through you


Details | I do not know? | |

My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...



Details | Sonnet | |

QUAINT AND CHARMING

     On the celestial equator she sits.
     A splendor to the zodiacal constellation, she is due south.
As starry as he can be,  Ursa Major (The Big Dipper) is 
     her neighbor.
As her picture unfolds, a spike of grain she holds.

     Epithet is the Mother of God.
     Her spiritual bond sanctifies all.
Her tender love is shown,
as God so loved the world.

     An astrophysical being is a twilight of beauty.
So astral and metaphysical, she is truly beautiful.
Holding her offerings, she pauses.

     A pictorial of exquisite art this woman is.
In moral excellence, she resides ecliptic in the sky.
Virgo, the Virgin, is the most beautiful zodiac sign.
_______________________________________|
PENNED ON JULY 05, 2014!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Score

A very rich old man, still handsome in his way,
Was in New York’s most exclusive jewelry store,
Paying over nine thousand dollars for a gem-encrusted necklace.
‘Thank you so much, Mr. Didwell.  Will there be anything more?”

Beside the old man was an ethereal young beauty,
A body made for sin and a most angelic face.
Her sweet giggle was a lilting song of innocence.
Only such a necklace could match her natural grace.

“Oh Pookie, you’re just too, too sweet.”
She kissed his cheek. “You’re just so good to me.”
Then she purred, “And I want to be good to you.
Just you wait ‘til we get home…you’ll see.”

The old man winked at the salesman,
Knowing that he knew the “score.”
“Oh Sweet Thing, you’re already good to this old man.
You’re worth all I give and so much more.”

She danced on air as they left the store.
They crawled into his limo, and as it pulled away,
The old man turned to his young beauty and said,
“Sweet Thing, there’s something I must ask today.

If I lost everything, if I wasn’t rich any more,
Would you still love me as I love you?”
“Oh Pookie, you know I would;
And I would miss you too.”


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A visitor's identity

Hi my name is Raymond/ The light of 
hope/ i am that sweat you wipe after 
running pressurized diarrhoea beliefs 
unexpectedly showing up when you 
feel iri like a hound/ i am that poet 
questioning religious pictures painting 
claims in genitals stinking chemicals 
calling the world to new orders/ 
images blinking raw sounds/ i am that 
breath your God speaks through in 
bows and arrows the middle grip 
exposing pain buried in hallelujah 
smiles/ fears raised in spiritual goals 
written messages instrumented in 
metaphors / my king please step to 
the mic and pause/ i am no 
playground gorilla roars my life seeks 
no halftime breath chasing colour 
coded dress codes/ i am no matinee 
fan my air plants spoken seeds in all 
times counting speed as i take leak 
my ish is covered in beats/  For 
Africans i speak/ your enemy stole my 
hand writing/


Details | Free verse | |

What gives beating hearts strength

Would a lesser spine break under the weight
 of tribulation that persists past the arc
of perceptual balance? 
 
Atlas shrugged,
 and Achilles knelt in fear
that he would never get up again.
 
What gives a soul the strength
it needs to labor through an
ache with no cusp?
 
Can any being with the necessary conviction
become victorious?
Or are some destined to break
under the boot of life's ugliness?
 
Tired men ask themselves
these questions every day,
taking comfort in the fact that
no one can hear them.
 
They would be seen as cowards
in the face of their peers
    ...Even though they all look in the same mirror,
hoping for a reflection
with some sort of consistency. 
 
Some sense that they are
accomplishing what they were put here for.
 
We're all being put to the "Test",
and yet no one truly knows what that means.
 
Maybe it's the mirror.. 
         Maybe it's what we accept after each day,           
                                                                   when we're tired and broken.                       
  Maybe....                                     
                    If we have the courage to hold our heads up                                           
                                                                                    and look ourselves in they eyes and know                    in our hearts that we're truly present inside ourselves.
 Maybe...             
                    I think.                       
                                 That's what gives beating hearts strength.
 
 
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


Details | Ballad | |

SHE DRIVES ME UP THE WALL

SHE DRIVES ME UP THE WALL

She drives me up the wall like a slave-driver
O yes, she does ! but even though she may wield 
the rod in her hand ever so threateningly at me 
At the slightest suspicion of insubordination, 
Leaving me cowering with fear, I love her just the same, 
Perhaps much more than I ‘ve ever loved anybody else before! 
I may ‘ve become certifiable as a result, who knows, 
But whatever the case may be, 
pray don’t judge me harshly until you ‘ve heard me out.

I love her for the same farcical reason that Socrates
Ostensibly loved that cantankerous woman Xantippe.
By temperament and upbringing, I find a woman who 
Stands up to a man much more appealing than one 
Who’s obsequious and complaisant!
What happened to me, therefore, was no accident but a 
quantum leap; I had no control what so ever over the turn of events
That got us this far in our fledgling relationship.
Ever since I met her, my life, which had hitherto been
Fairly peaceful and uneventful, has, all of a sudden,
Taken a dramatic turn.

And like a minx, she has so turned my head around
I can’t tell for certain whether I am coming or I am going!
Suffice to say I’ve been acting up silly and rather foolishly
For a grown up person (I don’t know whether or not I still
Have any semblance of an ego left, what with this 
Attractive je ne sais quoi I find so irresistible about her!)
Oh no, don’t tell me I’ve been doing this all for the
Wrong reasons ! or that I am laying it on thick.
It’s only me who knows exactly what I am feeling.
Besides, I am not talking morals here, I am talking
About what it feels like to love somebody to a fault.
If she did walk out on me now I can guarantee you
That would certainly be the death of me!
I am sure that’s not what you would all like 
To see happen to me just yet unless of course
You’ve been spoiling for my death while pretending to be my friends.
When all else is said and done, I’d rather be
Henpecked than let go of this maverick specimen of womankind
Who has lodged herself in my life uninvited,
Making it her home, and has since then never failed
To drive me up the wall like a slave-driver with her rod.
Not only is she good sport, but like a morning
Star she’s such fun to be with, I promise you!


OLIVER MUKEMU


Details | Bio | |

HERO OF SABAH

I can't imagine
He hiked the mountains
He crossed the rivers
And traverse the forest
He defended Sabah
He was killed after years
His years of keeping a nation’s pride
His was anti colonial government
Never had he found a word to surrender
But never to deny his Suluk blood
Fighting along with Dusun and Bajau
In his honor I am proud
The freedom of his land he is understood
Stand the hero of Sabah
You are forever in our heart
Your blood grew our spirit to fight
We are freemen with your cause
Datu Paduka Mat Salleh
You are in our memory!


Details | Free verse | |

Sicklied Breezes

Here comes that familiar breeze again Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill Some other abandoned soul A soul that delves deep into my own, Drifting in an almost shameful stance Festered ignorance, time, and thought Resting under the wing of frightened hope It is cool, like any ordinary breeze It pleases all that feel it, save I For I know it longs to take all that I have In one…single… swoosh You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle? Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe? Sleeping in the convent of my soul As others praise you and thank you You take me under tow Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth With a silent tune of rests within notes I remain where the breath is taken I remain your host The breeze grows painstakingly warm Filling all with passions unfolding Each soul finds its home Leaving me alone with a soul untold Always awake and crawling… and screaming Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless Wingless, tainted…filled with dread It is warm and hated by all that behold it And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT For it takes nothing and gives me all In multitudinous shrouds Beloved angel—why do you burn me so… Leading me into your sick embraces As others curse to your face You forever release in me A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for The melody caught—no room to breathe Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe For all no longer see… I was always the caller


Details | Free verse | |

Whisper Beyond Age

What has age to do with love, me to her, i whisper
In her eyes I did see love, longing love, caring love
Little warmth in her blossom, little wanting in heart
Some smiles, laughs and some joys to share
i sit in her shadow, a decades younger yet 
in her I find my peace and in her I found my heart
Subtle and robust in emotion, free and care free in love

What has age to do with love, me to her, i whisper
I fell in love, with her bob cut hair and intoxicating eyes
Charming at times, at times captivating my imaginations
A plant of kiss, from her, burned 1000 suns in my body
A touch, embrace from her filled my heart to fullest
Mature she may be, but in heart she is little nymph
Her lovely voice, her stunning smile, angelic ada*

What has age to do with love, me to her, i whisper
Moments have drifted in her warmth, in her blossom
I lost my senses, caressed by her, in her blossom
Gave my whole self in her, felt her wholeness in me
Songs of love together we sang, danced under moonlight
Shared the joy, sorrow, shared the heart, shared the body
Hand in hand, on long drive, long candle lit dinners we sat
When the moments came to depart not in tears we move
For it was the heart, our bonds became one in eternal love

Though our love have separated by vast seas 
Even today, when my heart want to possess I
Close my eyes, I see her, I feel her, smell her
Just a call away, in her ears, to her soul,
What has age to do with love, me to her, i whisper


Details | Free verse | |

Razor Blade State of Mind

I'm in a razor blade state of mind,
A place of darkness that's hard to find.

I sleep tangled in a blanket of pain,
On a mattress full of mayhem.
The darkness surrounds me
And there's nothing I can do. 
My past has become the lightning rod,
The only means by which my future
Can seem to conduct itself.
But who do I think I'm fooling;
What's an orchestra without a conductor? 

I once sang out loud,
But now I'm drowned.
The body electric left
Somewhere in a field,
Where it ceases to breathe.
We have no hope here,
We have no hope left. 

My mind is like my verse;
Jumbled and pointlessly poignant,
Hopelessly optimistic.
Scarred and scared and sacred,
It means so much nothing
That it's bound to mean something.

I am everything I despise,
Nothing that I admire;
I am sweat and I transpire,
Not so wet like fire. 
I'm in a razor blade state of mind,
I tell the truth but I'm a liar.


Details | Imagism | |

PARADOXICAL IMAGES

Dozen of dozens questions, I was carefully asked..
Maybe ten hundreds, I was requested for a shot..
hundreds by hundreds, vivid images rush..
of smiles; of wonders; of glee and of absurbness..

some fantazises..
some beholds..
some envies..
some admires...

leaking in deep embedded trenches..
bombarding waves after waves..
begotten in fusions of vibrancy..
in partition of velocity and gravity..

some is a picture of truthfulness..
some is a picture of falseness..
some is a picture of dramatic eloquence..
some is a picture of authority obedience..

yet underneath a wiseman's eyes..
behind an elder's cleverness..
surely, no one can ever hide..
surely, no one can even deny...

by: olive_eloi
22/10/2013
5:01pm

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Details | Lyric | |

Finding the Puzzle

It is an organised disarrangement 
Quite arranged in a disarray 
Prepared to confuse you 
For you to right the confusion. 

It is a thoughtful arrangment 
For you to think very well about 
Any misplacement you do 
Gives it a wrong placement. 

The answer is always there 
But it takes your deep thoughts 
Wrong answer complicates the setting 
Yet only a correct step away. 

Look difficult when lightly assessed 
Could take your whole time solving 
Yet easy with a deep thought approach 
Taken less than no time solving. 

It is an activity for sharp minds
Tasking the store of knowledge 
Who look for the connecting piece 
That makes the puzzle a clarity.


Details | Rhyme | |

What to Do

What to do? When with Bills mounting, collectors at the door.
What to do? When you see your wife knowing your illness may be final’ No cure.
What to do? When stress enters your mind.
What to do? When you scream and holler being totally unkind.

What to do? When you have to give up your work as you get sicker.
What to do? When you fall to a predatory loan company your heart hurts, it is your ticker.
What to do? When you see your love of your life getting sick with worry.
What to do? When you don’t know what to say maybe you think you’ll start with sorry.

This is what you can do. Remain strong in marriage you fear as your wife does, God.
This is what you can do. Pray for love, pray for your Fathers spiritual nod.
This is what you can do. Seek the Father with all your heart and soul.
This is what you can do. Fear the Father living by the “Word” of God Jesus will make you whole.

What you do? Both husband and wife took their vows in front of their spiritual Father.
What you do? Know that we are washed in Jesus’ blood a spiritual marriage this much we have gathered.
What you do? As in all decisions “Live by every word of God, fear Him and love will be given.”
What you do? Don’t fret you have your heavenly Father to protect you. 
Together steadfast, guided by the Holy Spirit you’ll enter in Paradise.
God is the Kingdom.


Details | Free verse | |

Sliding Down

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality
I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude
I’m rejecting my hopeless fate
I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude 

Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight
I grab the rope for extra support
It burns like a vertical line of fire
I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down… 

I cherish you like my own belongings
I designed you on my bedroom wall
I have you displayed deep in my heart
Believe me – you’ll never split it apart 

Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around
My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress
The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees 
And I imagine the memories we share with each other 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

When I reflect upon the joyous times,
My heart never fails
To pound vigorously for you
I’m sliding down 
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you 

I see the light in your eyes
I don’t see an insidious nature in you…
I wish I hadn't believed in the lies
I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

I’m glad I've met you in the first place
We’re a perfect match – 
Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome
We’re on the road of victory
We’re making great progress
We’re hanging on the edge,
But we were rescued 
From sliding down…

At least we’re kept ourselves alive……


Details | Free verse | |

Chinese New Year

Red envelope
Bursting with luck
Dragons dancing in the street


Details | Free verse | |

NO COLLEGE IN THE VILLAGE

 NO COLLEGE IN THE VILLAGE!
  -Dharga Nagar Safa

 No,said the learned college,

As no there full of knowledge,

Angelo's great picture,

Ford's  wheel structure,

Turner's wire cable,

Dell's device able,

Gate's micro soft,

Edison's light of gift,

Not at the learned college,

To put up a Global Village!


Details | Free verse | |

Nevermore

We do not compare to one another.
My skin is the coal the people used.
Your skin is the powder the flappers adore.
My soul is deep and my heart is pure.
Pure as white!
Your soul is shallow and your heart is dark.
Darker than the skin my poeple hold.

We may not compare, but you are my brother.
Not by blood
or by class.
We are fused-
fused by lives we live and the past we lived 
We are connected forevermore. 

There was a master and he was cruel. 
The crakel of the whip was the electric shock of my greats.
There was no hope for the slave that cried.
There was no voice for the slave that would not hide.

Flight was the tantalizing thought.
The slave hadn't a chance to live in flight or freedom.
Their was only the need to fight.
Fight to live and fight to breathe.
Those greats so far down kept on fighting.
They kept on preserving.
They had their beauty that could never be touched.

White Man, White Man listen to me. 
I was the coal that was used.
I was the coal that was taken from its home.
I was the coal that was discarded and given freedom.

The flappers are young and they love their powder.
You will be used and you will become the slave.
I am the coal that is free.
You are the powder that is used.

My beauty will never will fill a white mans body. 
Too much has been seen and too much has been lived.
No white can hold ?my? strength and no white can hold ?my? beauty.
They are mine and forever will be.

My soul is deep and my heart is pure. I shall not be condemed to this life no more.


Details | Free verse | |

Within My Heart

In the winter nights cold frost nipping at my skin
Its not as cold as the heart within
Mistrust and betrayal
A thousand questions answered with a million lies
I trusted those words
Then I was left to Die
Stupid heart I want to scream
Stupid girl I was left to bleed
Can I ever trust again? 
Ever know that my heart has found a true friend
Broken and betrayed
Slashed and cut apart
These are the feelings
The Fears within my Heart


Details | Ballad | |

STEVE JOBS and TRUE JOBS and LIES

COPYRIGHT 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS
STEVE JOBS..............'THE MAN!'



Stevie...Foot's-Bare...and-NAKED!
TRUTH-or-DARE!
Dearest...DO-YOU-DAREST?
It's...TRUTH-or-DARE!
STEVIE...STEVIE...it's-OUR-NAME!
STEVIE-STEVIE!

Stevie...Foot's-Bare...and-NAKED!
IT'S...TRUTH-OR-DARE!
DEAREST...DO---YOU---DAREST?
It's...TRUTH-or-DARE!
STEVIE...STEVIE...IT'S-OUR-NAME!
STEVIE-STEVIE...STOCK'S...OUR-NAME...ISN'T-IT?
STEVIE-STEVIE!

DUMB-AND-DUMBER...YOU-LOUSY...LOUT!
YOU...DOUBT-and-DOUBT...DUMB-DOUBTERS...ALL!
DUMB...AND-DUMBER-'N-DUMBEST!
DUMB-'N-NUMB...YOU'RE-ALL...NUMB-'N-DUMBER...'N-DUMBER(EST)!

There-was-a-MOUNTAIN...MAN...THERE-WAS...THIS-MOUNTAIN!
Do-YA-THINKS...THIS-'OL-ROCK...ROLLS-RIGHT?
ARE-YA...DUMBER-'N-DUMBER...OR-EST!

STEVIE...WE'RE...ALL...JUST...CRYING-CRYING...STOCK'S...SOARING-'N-SOARING!
I'M-DYING...AND-DYING...AND-JUST...JUST...CRYING-'N-CRYING!
YOU-WERE...DUMBER-'N-DUMBER...BUT-NOT-A-LYING!

WE...WE'RE...ALL...SO-SORRY...YOUR...FINGERS...WE-BURNT-'N-BURNT!
You-Had...THESE...ROYAL-BLUE...FINGERS!
AND-THE-BLUEST...AND-TRUEST-EYES!

There-was-THIS-'OL...MOUNTAIN-MAN...AND...MAN...HE
WAS-a...LIVING-LEGEND!
TIE-DYED...AND-TRUE!
FOOT-LOOSE...and-all...TOO-COOL!
FOOT-LOOSE...and-all...TOO-COOL!

THE...LEGEND...OF-STEVE...JOBS!
THE...LEGEND...OF-STEVE...JOBS!
A...GENIUS...OF-HIS-AND-OUR-TIME!
MOUNTAIN...MAN...MAN...A-MAN-OF-WAR!
A-MAN-O-WAR!
A-MAN-O-WAR!

STEVE-JOBS...LADIES-AND-GENTS!
STEVE-JOBS...LADIES-AND-GENTS!


FINI!!!


Poet's Own Notes:

A Terrific Song, "I'll take you there."


Details | Free verse | |

I will be waiting for you

Together we stand strong with love,
even when fear lurks on our backs,
like deadly parasites,
fighting my fear,
as death chases us,
I grab your hand as we run for our lives,
our heart beats racing against time,
but we hit a dead end,
you look into my eye's,
as I see the fear grow,
like a child in a thunger storm,
my heart darkens with sadness,
I grab you and hold you one last time,
tears drip down our face,
like our eye's were dark clouds that stormed down in terror,
I whisper I love you,
and I let you go,
before I left I told you I'll be there waiting at the kingdom of God,
I wont walk into Heaven without holding your hand,
live a long happy life,
I'll be waiting for you,
and I ran straight into the heart of death,
my heart shall beat within yours forever,
goodbye my love,
and just like that my life ended so you may live yours.


Details | Free verse | |

A New Life

We thought that moving to a place
with springs, grass-field and butterflies
would make it better for us, but it was all vanity;
like in the city when we were complaining about overdue bills,
traffic, noise and lack of privacy,
we are now polluting this serene place
with our petty fights - you now complain about
poor roads, smelly poultry houses, dust-infested air,
and extreme silence.

If it is possible to move to heaven right now,
I think God would kick us back to this blue ball……..

Honey, I think it’s time that we change our attitude
towards each other, and rekindle our passionate love,
rather than moving from one place to another.....


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Take Hate Outside

When you're hurt inside,
And there's no where to hide,
And there's no one on your side,
And it's killing your pride,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,

When you're cold inside,
It's only a short ride,
Never take hate outside


Details | Rhyme | |

her toe

its a toe,
on this foot,
on a girl,
who cant stay put,

its been hit,
by chairs and rocks,
mostly when,
its only clad in socks,

its been painted,
and wiggled around,
its best friend,
is the ground,

cause its a toe,
on this foot,
on a girl,
that won't stay put.


Details | Free verse | |

He Wants a Boy

She tries to weed
out his doubts,
but he cannot heed.

He demands a baby boy,
yet she is not a goddess
to change their baby's sex.

She tells him that if there
was a certain way people made love
to get baby boys, or
if she had the psychic abilities of choosing
a sperm that that would fertilize
her ova into a male zygote,
she would be glad to give him one.



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Do you like my raven eyes

As I walked down the street 
this morning 
I tried to be polite and inconspicuous 
You stare into my eyes; 
My brown eyes speak louder than my 
Husky voice ever will 

What are you looking for? 
Do you liked what you see 
Pain, shame or a sense of connection 
Love, nowhere to be found 
It ruthless, it vanishes, it disappoint 
By now us all know the stories 
Of lost-love, 

It begin with a smile 
A kiss, a warm embrace, 
Then tear and fears 
Do you love the raven in my eyes 
Sorry stranger! 
I paid my tithes, 

However, 

I lost my loves 
Caw, caw, caw! 
Do you love the raven in my eyes


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Wishing you could love me too

You mean so much to me, more then you'll ever know. 
More then ill ever be able to describe.
But I'll try.
Voice of a angel, touch ever so soft you would think its a feather.
Eyes so beautiful seeing them on a sunset day, medusa stare ever so hypnotizing locking eyes can't look away.
Baby in the tummy, heart just started beating giving me a rush that I really needed.
Love so old I feel defeated.
Even though I do everything for you, I'm looking out for me just keeping a close over view upon you.
How can I fix your life if mine isn't alright, but i don't know where id ever be with out you by my side.
And I thought I'd never know but as of now I'm pushing through. 
Now that your gone, I miss you every night.
But I gotta be strong.
Cause if not you'll be gone and ill be with a baby missing its mom.


Details | Free verse | |

Be Free

Grind it all away…
The sadness, the disease of malnutrition, the decay…
I want you to float on high like a feather off a bird
Allowing the calmer breezes to bring you to this world
Grind these cruel thoughts into bits and see the good
I would give you a place to stay if I could
If you would stay, if you would allow yourself to bloom
Instead of blinding yourself with self-hatred and gloom
I am so sick of you hating yourself because of me
I am so sick of wanting to be free
We are…take it all away
Listen, stop screaming in your head for me to stay
I am here—but your cruel necessities drive all away
Lift up your voids of anger, sadness, and deceit
Loosen up your sovereignties—and breathe!!!
I cannot help you all of the time
I cannot save you from the currents
But please…please don’t let the pain flourish
Let yourself free from the bondage of your caged sorrows
Allow yourself to fill up on warmth—allow yourself to swallow!
But upon the excruciating agony—still you wallow
Why do you choose to do this for yourself? 
Why have you given up? 
You know, what hurts the most?
That you accept your pain…your so-called pathetic ways
And drag me straight down with you…
Shall we swim together in the waste of time,
That you have so craftily established? 
I will rise to the surface without blemish
I will tell you once more—be free!!!
And if you only ignore—
All will not matter anymore

I am not staying to watch you fall
Pick yourself up if you care at all
But don’t bring me down like this
Don’t accept the negative wars 
Or like a war, fight them off, cut them off, grind them to dust
I will fight with you if I must…

But I will not accept defeat
Get up on your feet

Believe. 


Details | I do not know? | |

A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,

I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,

torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,

I refuse to bow.



My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...


Details | I do not know? | |

Burning Flame

Those who confess to have loved and lost is still better than not to have known love,
have obviously never loved at all.
As you awake the image of that person can either soar the soul
or the image can haunt your very existence.
I have loved and I have lost to to my greatest cost.
The pain without you can not be described,
how my heart breaks inside, 
For every time I close my eyes I see your smile,
and a tear rolls down my grief stricken face.
I pray for the pain to stop and to leave this empty shell,
but still it persists like a burning flame,
never to go out to my everlasting pain.

I lay awake each night afraid to close my eyes, afraid to fall asleep,
my dreams are haunted by that which once was.
The pain inside grows stronger with every absent day,
the burning flame fueled by remorse and regret
for those decisions I wish I could forget.
Often do I hear a whisper and glance behind my shoulder,
To only be disappointed,
it is not my loves voice but that of a stranger.
Am I being punished and tortured,
Is the ever burning flame slowly swallowing my sanity,
I have seemed to have lost all integrity.

I awaken again and shout, burning flame please go out,
my cries go unanswered every day, 
oh how I wish I could slip away, 
to dreams forgotten all so far away.
But I know I should let go, and forget for my very soul.
But love is in my heart forever it shall remain,
for no longer do you belong to me,
my heart shall always remain,
to the one that fuels the burning flame.


Details | ABC | |

A Child's Christmas

Oh wonder of light
How you shine
On this night
A star as bright
As can be
Above the tree
A child is free
Dreaming
Of worlds make belief
Where wishes
Come true
And no one feeling blue
Upon this magic night
Where stars shine bright
It's Christmas tonight
In a stable upon this morn
A baby child was born
Speak heavenly dreams
A child's Christmas
Above the tree


Details | I do not know? | |

Heart And Soul

I see in your heart I see Inside your Soul

I feel the feelings only you can see or know

I feel your pain from deep down inside

And know the hurt and feelings combined

Your an Amazing,Sweetheart this you should know

Don't let anyone take that from deep inside your Soul

The hurt you feel the anguish deep down inside

will only go away if you learn to let go and cry

The release is so great and healing. Refreshing I would say

That your heart will grow warmer and warmer each day

The Love you have inside shows in your outer glow

So let that glow reach deep down to where it needs to go

You are Beautiful on the inside and out dont let anyone

ever make you dought. Take control and let your inner

 light glow.. Come on girl let's give them a beautiful show

Don't lighten your glow for anyone you know let it shine

 and always abound..

Just know this to me you are one of the most Beautiful Souls

One of the most precious I have ever encountered on this earth

Although our friendship is beginning to bloom in leaps and bounds

I feel in my heart there is plenty of room for it still to grow

You are the most open, welcoming, sweetheart of a girl that I know

It feels like our friendship has been around forever your already in my soul

I Love you more than words could ever express I'll always be here

to help with any and all Stress or obstacles you go through

So know in me a True friend you have found one that promises to

NEVER let you down!!!!

Written By: Christina Kirks McCullouch

03/17/2013


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

star talk, shadow walk

next time you look at those twinkles in the night sky
and sigh, there'll be a glimmer in your eye ...

what if light is the language of Star
and Star is the language of night
and night is the feeling of ineffable space
where the infinite writes insight,

with plasma roiling from its transmuting pen
into particles 'n photons that zeal;
that seems to me, to be so very real ...

then our shadow we see,
slow diving on the ground,
is a reminder of the night we carry,
everyday around


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on journaling: if you don't know where you've been, you'll not see where you are and can't
get to where you ought to be - the transmigration of writers is with ink - then there are
curious circles that fill our days and when we write them out and really look and see, a
turn of phrase that changes us conceptually, as the circle becomes spiral, a vortex to the
sky, where the Stars of hope wink 'n blink, and beckon us to fly


Details | Rhyme | |

broken

I have just a few things I want to be said
These are things that I can't seem too get out of my head
I ask that you take your time and to rethink of everything I've been through and remember
Think about all the months that has past January threw December 
My love, my heart, and my thoughts.
Nights and days I've stood up worry with my stomach in knots.
My forever faithful dedication
Am I really the only one who has any patience? 
You know I loved you when everything was as it seemed, 
But when you turn your back on promises,
You turn your back on me. 
I can’t stand the feeling of losing everything I worked so hard to own
To one who can’t bear to see that my heart has grown.
I’m not the sight that you saw the first day. 
I was half together; the puzzle pieces knew part of their way. 
Now I am even more shattered, and the shards seem to stay 
Every time I pick up a piece it breaks and falls further away 
When the day turns to night, do you think about me?
Do you think about the place in which I’ll always be?
My heart was once whole, but its broke and I don’t want it anymore, 
If anger and meanness can take the place of whom you once adored.
And I am not giving in to your little games. 
“You know this is not how I really am; you know that it’ll be okay,”
But it's not okay, 
And who would ever even think to say that it was. 
I starting to think your harsh words leave you with an adrenaline rush. 
Feeling down, feeling lonely, but not ready to give up,
 I figure I've had been through enough.
I think you deep down do mean the things that you say, and there is no changing the fact 
That when you gave me that eye roll the last time, 
I try everything to show you that I do care,
I put up with every mean thing that you say to me
You make it routine to point out things that I do wrong and it's not fair
we guess what 2013 is going to be a New me, and to bad if you don't like it because that's how it's going to be!


Details | Free verse | |

Open your eyes

Open your eyes ..
Love is a shadow constricting you up close
And when you sleep it lays next to you..

Love is a force that drags you, possesses you, 
And fills you up with memories of today for a life of tomorrow..

Love is a sword cutting through the soul..
Leaving you breathless for eternal moments that will never come back 

Love is like a feather blown by the wind, 
And injected in our hearts by a single wish... 
To never be alone!

Love is an aura..
We all have one, yet we can't see it or touch it,
We Have to believe  its there, and it will show up..

               ..to give us a chance to trust, to build, to fall,  and get up;  over and over again!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Holy Hope

Bags Of Rice
 In my Courtyard
 The One I Struggled Lost to the capriciousness
 The nest of the fuddle Nightingale-
 A Suspicious Saying of the sage.

 So sonorous is this Whistle
 That passes by
 IF not covetousness
 It will be inclined.

 Memory of the past
 Archimedes, Aristotle and many
 Memory drained superlative subservient.

 A Holy race
 So secured everywhere.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

LONELY SEARCH OF WORDS

THE LONELY SEARCH OF WORDS Innate tremendous splendor dwells delicate in words Soaring past all visions --- wilder than the shade of sky borne blue-- No trilling birdsong that I have ever heard, No surrogate-- can surpass the abstract elegance that I pursue. Each night my bold dreams promise that I will find Kindred lips whisp'ring words I long to hear-- But--waking fear my restless hungry mind Dooms me bathed in isolation--my sole companion fear.
V Anderson-Throop


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Garden Club Ruse part 1 of 2

For years no one ever had a clue...
Of the secret she hid..no one knew..
The child inside her never shed a tear...
Although she lived everyday with fear...
She grew up never knowing what love was...
Till that fateful day, when he met him on the bus..
He was tall and handsome and had a great smile...
Knew all the words making her feel worthwhile...
They fell in love and soon were married...
And that’s when things changed...the love got buried..
The days were long and the nights were lonely...
They seldom spoke, and if only...
She hadn’t seen that ad...this never would have happened..
Join the Garden Club today and...
 wipe all your cares away 
There’s more to this story..I must conceive...
So please follow this sequel and I believe....
You will stop and think of the words I wrote...
And perhaps even take your own personal note....
	


Details | ABC | |

Thinking of You

Sitting here in the darkest hour all alone 
thinking of you and me together as one 
When i lay my head down im thinking of you 
When i dream im dreaming of you and me 
When i start to smile i know it's becouse of your sweet way 
When i stop to think of you comeing near by to see me 
I start to think and wonder about you 
Day and night in your arm's i dream 
always of having you here with me your sweet embrace  
Forever i hope to long for 
Never will and never give up faith  
Alway's thinking of you in my arms  


Details | Free verse | |

I know

I know whats right and what is
wrong
I know we are never
forgiven
I know what
I 
should do
I know that people don't 
care
I know that things will never
change
I know the
time
will come
I know
you
will always be there


I know
life
is worth
livng
I know that
I
am wanted
I know not to dream
but
to live
I know the
world
will never 
change
I know
we
are always forgotten
I know you will
save me
I know, I know

I know 
Once Upon A Time
she knew she was 
beautiful
I know she was
never
cared about
I know she knew it was ok to
cry
I know she knows her 
feelings
I know that she is 
me
I know she is
missed
I know she
always
waits for you

I know I am 
thought of
I know she 
needs you
I know you will come
find her
I know she 
hates him
I know no one is ever
right
but
I know I am not
dumb

I know how to share a 
song
I know aomwtimes we are
wrong
I know that
I
will never
forget
to ask
what do you know?


Details | Rhyme | |

Be Creative

BE CREATIVE

Being creative
May be addictive
To think right-
Is less might

Rest your muscle
To pen a puzzle
Let your words scream
Bring to pass a dream

Strike men in the heart
Thrust through them like dart
Make the world reason new
But make those that ponder few

Turn your ink to a print,
Let your lines run a sprint
Form a thoughtful world of track
That their pace may run the track

Make the world innovative
And let their thoughts associative
For the word makes the world
So pen and make it called

That the living-
May reason
And those that read
May lead




Details | I do not know? | |

Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major


Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,

swirling,

to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 
kisses,

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 
passion,

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 
hues,

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 
rhyme,

pleading,
forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.


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Thinking Deep about him

He is my prince
he is my love
my strength,
my weakness,
my reason for smiling

You know
He lets me know
How beautiful I am
How strong I am
He reminds me
Am his princess

He brings me back
when I feel like
am losing track,
He helps me focus
even when,
am lost and confused

He is my prince
my love
my sweet love

Am too young they say
To take love too 
seriously
But that doesn't stop 
me
From loving him and me,
We look so perfect, 
him 
and me,

We have been through 
thick and thin
We have made it 
through all this time
We can't afford to let 
go,
We can't just let it go.

You mean the world to 
me
More than these words 
would show
I don't know if its 
getting through
what am trying to tell 
you
I love only you
I want only you

Am embarrased a little,
Am I too open a little,
Should how I feel be a 
secret?
Should how I feel 
remain in my heart?
Should how I feel be 
told,
to the whole wide 
world?
I love you,
I wouldn't mind,
Writing it up high in 
the sky..


Details | Free verse | |

Beauty will always shine through

You have such an angelic face
Porcelain white skin
or lucious brown pigment
It does not matter
Angels come in all shapes and sizes
And many shades of the rainbow
if you take the time to look beyond the skin

I never knew you sweet one
and I only recently seen your smile
Miles away it touched my heart and soul

Your eyes twinkled with so much light and promise

Evil decided to close your eyes that horrific day!!

but your image will forever be etched in my heart dear one!!

Nothing can erase that from my mind

I hold you dear one so close in my memories

Heaven could not wait 
God has bigger plans
In a world much more beautiful than our own
where you can spread your wings
and make such a difference 
to all those who took this journey with you!!
Angels must remain together

I will never forget you dear ones

I close my eyes each night now
and pray for your enternal happiness

I pray that one day this will end

but my heart falls

and slips through my fingers

I can not grasp such horror

or understand such evil

My heart is litterally broken and bleeding

and my tears can not erase such pain!!

I am now left to remember the beauty

admist a image mixed with such horror

All the dark smudges splashed across my canvas

of my beautiful angels

Beauty will always shine through!!

Chrissy M. Pierce-Guzman 2012


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Dark River

Opulent drapes line the entry way. Jungles of dust envelope me as i enter the main hall. Before I can take note of further scenery I am greeted by a jester of sorts .Once without knowing twice without showing thrice I am glowing now knowing the growing shall cease. Further we head into the beyond and greater increases my appetite. Major fighting starts without warning while I'll wager that my being is further affirmed. Golden lights burn on me as I swirl around the middle of the battle field. Kings and Queens were made or broken on that day while I asure you I never thought I was going to live to tell the tale. My life was saved by avenging angels who swept into the ball room. Eerily I beconed for the demons as I was flown out the window and into the forrest beyond the manor. High in the clouds I realized too late the angels were the demons and the demons were angels. Alas they returned me to my kingdom of the underworld where I rule to this day with regret over the loss of battle. Woe to the victor go the spoils


Details | Verse | |

Through Cobwebs And Dust

I climbed the aging stairs to the quaint room of lavender and dream through decrepit cobwebs and blackened dust I began to search in a pressing need For, in this room of distant memories my heart cried out to relive a time, a place of beauty abound where gracious words I embraced I pulled the age old book from a forgotten box of yesteryear with cracked leather and auburn pages  I could taste the innocence of youth  I began to read the story of a boy's adventure at the mere age of eight a story of the Monarch Butterfly  and the flight of freedom's gate I peered from the small window past  the aging pane and dust I cleared the webs of silk and I began to dream of love I leaped in heavy breath and ran toward the lake where, I met a wondrous Monarch and in flight he took me away Upward past the clouds fluttering amid heavens gate for a moment I lived eternity in ethereal colors I was draped We paused and circled one last time then headed back to the lake he laid me down in emerald grass as my eyes slowly waked Within my spirit a song rang out and the soft wind touched my face I pulled the curtain and brushed the sill and headed downstairs in grace For, in one moment, I did dare dream a place, a flight......I did believe........ ______________________________________ Contest Cobwebs And Dust Date-03/13/12


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Silver Tongue

His fingers left blood on the strings 

but, come time to walk away he hadn’t really learned anything.

Course and dried brushes sit atop the rubbish,

His mind held a perfection too delicate for his clumsy hands to create.

He opened his mouth to sing like a jay but, instead of notes it was rust that fell out. Part of the wear and tear of early adulthood.

But then, this same boy picked up a pen and found some paper. The pen in his hand felt as natural his own bones and he began to write.

He wrote every tear

He scribed every star

He built towers from mountains with every line

High enough that the angel’s just might hear them.

He made pages for chapters of his life that could make those seraphim weep sapphire tears.

He could write the wind blowing across the nape of your neck in Autumn

And make you feel the chill on your skin.

He could articulate the sad beauty of a lover’s quarrel that ends in tears

If they cry, it makes it all more real.

He documents the history of a war inside himself that will never end.

The loss and the gain,

But not those of monetary nature.

When life begins to scream around him

All he must do to silence it is to put it in a stanza.

The boy’s tongue can pave the way for good intentions, and we all know those can fall South. He finds strength. And with this Strength a power.

Finally the boy knew his gift. But how is he meant to use it and who will truly listen to the personal strands of his soul he ties together with punctuation?

And now that he has tasted the pleasure of his power, will that be enough?


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The end

He used to be your sun, the once truest love if you recall Your everything once upon a time, a time no longer fresh in your heart Just like a flower, the alleypoe once known to the dark poet withered up The scariest thing in the world was to loose him in her heart and soul I write only to vent the feelings stirred up by the image I just saw It shocked me to learn you are engaged again for the third time And to state the truth I wept, tears of joy and tears of sadness You were right all along I was never true in your heart I was a chapter, now realizing how unimportant I really was I believed to feel what you felt and I was wrong to believe you yearned for me That your heat still had a space with my image on it I even felt tears the night he proposed and a gut turning feeling as you said yes All fake just as the chapter given to me of failure and darkness Tomorrow will come and so will doubt A feeling if what if, and tears too My forever after was real I see now yours was out of fear Fear to be alone as you substituted the absence of others Intact that was your love, a fear to be without Today you smile and again fear deep in your eyes floats to the top The connection you and I had fake perhaps but the fact that I can read you like a book? I pray you the best and from the most sincere part of my heart and soul I wish to never see you again.


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Lets Talk about Love

Lets talk about love

Love is meant to be an opportunity
To share a place in time,
And an open heart for a person, 
That God has designed, just for you.
Love is to be our now,
Our everlasting and our happily forever after.
Love is to be the juxtaposition of two,
Moving through a life as the embodiment of one.
Love is to be a place,
That you are never unsure of,
And your hearts most intimate prayer.

Love is offering your breath
So that who holds your heart can breathe.
Love is when that someone
Brings the best in you, out of you.
Love is a wanting and needing,
To be better than you ever were, or could be
For love demands no less.
Love is living with a fire in your belly,
That is fueled by knowing who you pledged yourself to.
 Love is synchronized heart beats, rhythmic breathing
And love is a complete thought, of two independent views.

Love is a strong, never weak or timid.
Love is a smile that means everything
To that person who safe guards your heart
And nothing, to anyone else.
Love is a story of a blissful journey,
In and out of the conduits of time.
Where that person, your person is as beautiful as the first day.

Love is rescuing a lonely heart
And a promise to have and to hold till time is no more.
Love to exist within and beyond the memories of a lifetime.
It is being committed beyond the challenges,
Making whole beyond any and all pain.
And love is the dance that you never want to end. 

What has happened?
What has love become?
Love today is not as it was created,
It has become an amalgamation of gray areas
Buffered by few sunny days, but much more dark nights.
L-O-V-E a four-letter word
Which now stands for very little and demonstrates even less.

Love is rewritten to mean a collection of vengeful thoughts,
Baby mama and baby daddy drama,
Meddling voices adding poison to the mix,
Who then run for cover after the damage is done? 
Claiming to have washed their hands, 
Cause them nah get in big people business.
Love is today ungrateful, cruel, secretive and oppressive; 
It holds grudges and is unforgiving.
Love is about what ‘s convenient,
A means to an end,
A stepladder to fulfilling a master plan. 

Haven’t you seen the play…
The actors present nicely in public,
The performance is a collection of rehearsed scenes,
Where the emotional spears that tore each other’s flesh from bones
Are put away during the intermission,
And the veil of lovingness is presented,
But don’t dear peek behind the veil,
For a stranger might see the reality that has been so cleverly hidden.
Love now is a listing of what was,
What could have been? 
What it use to be like.
True love, God meaning love,
Is now a fairytale passed down from a long since dead generation.

Love is sleeping with an enemy
You surrendered your single life to,
A person who you willingly said I Do to,
Thinking they will keep you focused, slow you down
Be by your side; help you conquer the world,
And be the foundation on which,
The very best version of you always wins. 
Maybe this is just a view from a past dream,
That love has become a life now,
That only death offers an escape from. 

In the beginning there was Love and it was GOOD.  
Love is a design of a majestic entity,
Who took the time to form and shape us is His image,
He us gave a world, He gave us our very existence and He has sustained us ever since.
All that He has done and is doing is Love.

All that we do and are doing
Is hawking up the bile in the pit of our stomachs
And spitting in the face of God himself.
At the institution of Love, He so carefully crafted.
He gave us a guidebook, His word
On how to love each other, On how to treat each other,
But we choose instead to say, I know better than you God
And I will do it my way…..so how is love today working out?


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Deep in the Valley

Deep in the valley of life and pain

my heart sinks and things sting.


Deep in the valley of strife and fear

my heart is weak and never seems pure.

Deep in the valley of sin and sorrow

you give me a life and a new tomorrow.


Deep in the valley where I walk day to day

I search for your Hand to take me one way.



Deep in the valley where I am alone at times

only to find you near when I let go of fear.



Deep in my heart is the valley of life

your love for me Jesus keeps me living this day.



Deep in the valley where I touch your sweet face

I know I will win with your hand in mine.



YOU Jesus are my valley,where I travel in time

looking for your embrace and smelling the roses

deep in my heart is your valley in me,



take me home to the valley of heaven one day ,

I will see a new one

deep in the valley of life.



Written by:©Betty Bolden

10-2-04


Details | I do not know? | |

Godspeed

Through the storms through the perils
To REACH YOUR HEART I've been through
Suffered much endured so much
Survived it all, I brush it off
for my heart is as strong as any obstacle I face
Im swift I come with Godspeed


Details | Rhyme | |

How do you wanna be remembered

Has that question ever sneaked its way into the conscious of your third eye? 
Have you ever took pause from your self and viewed yourself as a he was or she was?
Release that parachute from flight and ground your soul with the memories of others thoughts.
The limits down here are not as high as the sky. 
We get one chance to imprint the fixture, the movement... The tone of a legacy left by indifferences that makes you you!
The day my handkerchief floats no longer and drifts to the ground, I envision the power outage of the world. 
Darcel stood a monument that people just had to get a glance at. 
Darcel spoke with his heart while even in defeat. A lyric can’t harmonize the music that D. Sharp stands for. 
A silence of over joy for him applauded over the art of tap. 
Heads rolling back accepting the embodiment of fruits picked from me. 
Screams of loss jamming frequencies of those trying to pick and hold on to one of the many memories of me.
GOOD OR BAD
I call on the locksmith that is you and you and you to unchain what is me, myself, and I with a twist of your key. 
God allowed me to plant it, to water it, and nurture it within a bunkered facility. 
Some might say he aint this and he wasn't that but remember.
I say remember because at one point in your life I was perfect for you. 
I aided you to or from a circumstance that gave u clean air to breathe. 
Now aint that some shit!
That’s how I will be remembered!


Details | Ballad | |

Jock

Jock.

Now Jock he was a friend of mine
In those good old army days
When teenage boys were herded in
And made to change their ways
He told me one fine summer’s day
With a big blue sky above
"I'm glad that I'm a soldier boy
This army life I love".

They shipped him off to good old Nam
Placed a rifle in his hands
And said "now you're a soldier boy
I hope you'll understand
We're fighting those old Vietcong
You've got to see us right
You don't know what it's all about!!!
Nor us, just go and fight"

Poor Jock ain't with us any more
God bless his poor old mum
Our lad he was a forward scout
No use his bloody gun
As the flying metal put him down
Our jock the hero died
As politicians wined and dined
So many tears were cried.


Details | Light Poetry | |

soft strength

pleasure leaks as your sweet harmony joins my vicious endeavors, a new genre for your love streams, my manhood elevates your passion capturing your emotions' allow me to bury my transgressions please rescue me from my intentions. purify my soul open my eyes to a love untold', conquer my heartbreak align my romance with the deepest parts of your fears, catapult my ambitions unmask my ignorance sweet dear for the sweet edge of my sword of bravery admires my prideful gain.


Details | Free verse | |

I Can't Stop

I can’t stop for you now You are holding me by reigns that don’t exist Why are you holding so tightly? I can’t breathe—I can’t understand! I allowed you to take my hand for the ride I’ve allowed you by my side But you turn away when others arrive I feel like I’ve been tugged by the lot of kings Of cruel beings threatening to chop my wings I feel tattered and sore And the journey drags because you always want MORE What more can I do? I can’t stop for you to catch up Hitch on or move on! If you can’t see that I care Why are you here? How much more should I bear? I’m torn without your smile The extra silence squeezing from bile I don’t mind the quiet but I hate your screaming I can’t always be the one to be intervening I can’t stop for you on every road bump I’ve got to keep going—I’m sorry You don’t have to be behind You can go on ahead—would you rather be dead? These harnesses are nothing—your effortless frustration kills me And if you say nothing, what say I? Must I stay and wait for you to reply? Must there always be a hello—a goodbye? WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES WE ALL HURT OVER WORDS Why then, can’t we heal over silence?


Details | Blank verse | |

Alone With No Sense Of Direction

I am a lost person, but I am not alone.
I make choices in my life and I choose to let go.
I need a change of space, and my lyrical notes,
The beauty and the face should fade, but more I want to grow.
The nobility in life is sad, when madness is a nuisance and insanity a fad.
I have some regrets, some I can't forget,
but If I can't forgive myself, then who will forgive my sins?
I'll give it my all, and pray I win.
I'll keep my heart locked and throw away the key,
never let anyone inside, so I can remain free.
Can I question a higher power, or would I be dead,
The scum of the earth, creating poetry that is read,
by the mindless masses, blaming the heart to death,
I hope this will heal me, burning the past, 
The beauty in the innocence, never really lasts.
I have a feeling tonight will open my eyes, 
and guide me too the light instead of lies.
I'm praying to god that you are how I think you are,
because I need compassion, not just a broken heart.
I don't know why I like you, but you seem to close to part.
Please don't leave me here, surrounded in the dark.


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MORE STEPS

Another walking forward again
Where somehow more gain
I don’t know where to go from here
But most important Kuala Lumpur as a guide point 
Just passed by Temasek, at Johor Baharu live in Tasek
No other words that I can express our gratitude
Than with love and affection that we could
In Shaa Allah still meet in the future that we should
I love you peace and I would.
More steps to walk the world!


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Memories

I have sweet memories;memories of you.

Texture of your silk dress reminds me of the first
date that we had together. Scent of your favorite
perfume reminds me of the texture of your skin,
and the flame that we made on the bed. The space
in the house reminds me of how we chased each other
around the living room, and competed to make the best
pancakes in the kitchen. 

Though you are gone,
I have sweet memories; memories of you.


Date: 16/09/2014



Details | Free verse | |

Star Song

Even if this life ends one day, 
Don't worry for me, I'll be here. 
Don't cry, it breaks the heart, 
That I no longer have. 

We used to walk across the bridge all day, 
Simply laughing along, sing a few songs.
That day seemed to come to soon, like it was a coincidence, 
Right as I pulled out a new song for us to enjoy. 

Standing up, looking out to the sunset, 
I sang the first verse, 
"When I pass away, will we still be connected?
When I pass over the stars, will your warmth be there?" 

As if the time was too short, it had come to this, 
Even now, my spirit seems to feel the same pain as then, 
When I fell over onto the ground, 
The same familiar pain in my heart. 

Now it's come to this, laying in a hospital bed, 
And I can't seem to speak to you.
I forcefully rip off the mask, just to say
"I love you." 

Even now, when my spirit is all that remains of what I have left,
I promise she will still be there for you, in my place for now,
Because when we meet again someday, we can laugh,
And finish that one song that we started that day.  


Details | Blank verse | |

Il Fiore Della Bruma P1

In a moment, a lapse of anguish
Through the sanded markets that
The mind implored.
Dust coughed up
And crystallised silence;
Each moan and cry
Of every wrapped face
Became a whisper,
As blood might echo an unheard drip
Into a lake of cold concern.
I do not know how the street kings felt
For upon re-opening they continued much the same;
Decrepit focus on none but their own.
It would sadden me to think the whip of this
Aged and ground earth
Was nothing more than an inconvenience…
But I do not know how the street kings felt,
For my only sense was the smell of mud from my hands,
As I pushed my eyelids shut.

I was never one of the stalls;
I had played that game and not liked it.
Instead what was I?
Scarce confess more than a ghost.
I had dropped an eye into the weeping tomb,
I had retraced each bone with affection
And made self-labour of their wandering loss.
I had carved a hole so deep within
That I may plunge.
Rise as I did, in the scope of the curious
I had no form known to this winding world.
I had a difference, for sure, there was much that I could not now.
Only sleep and give; remaining as dead as I ever was.
I lay naked upon the grazing sand,
Skin as cold as the failing tree.

But in this moment
The mournful fled,
My arms less heavy than known.
The wind spluttered,
Shook its anchor from retreat,
Revealing sights of the like
That opens the lungs.
An image serene, that beauty becomes existence.
I had dropped an eye into the weeping tomb
Now, returned with a thousand unseen truths.
This scope, upon which all light was born,
This blessing, upon which my skin was warmed,
This infinitely gentle and delicate sky
That I had long looked for.
Myself had withered and decayed
To reignite a brighter flame.
And as this new form,
My mind was able to understand these sights.
I lay still upon my back,
My eyes awake with the possibility,
My mouth gaped;
Hope wrapped its arms, like a quilt;
I was soothed enough.

And as in a touch, I breathed.


Details | Free verse | |

Three Halves

Dedicated to a dear friend. 
You needed me and I needed you, but we were never ours to lose.

*   *   *   *   *   *

I never felt complete.
I knew something was missing, a part of me.
Now I know it was the other halves of my heart and soul,
My love, my kindred spirit.

I never knew how to feel full.
Was never fully happy – not with missing pieces.
Can anyone have three halves?
I do.  Myself and two others.

First… my lover, my home, my best friend.
Who stood by me through mistakes and poor decisions.
Who has been nothing but loyal and true.
So what am I to do?
Once you build the foundation you can’t move the castle.

Then… my kindred spirit, my freedom, my bliss.
Who within moments defeated my demons and set me free.
Who has taught me trust like no other ever could.
So what am I to do?
We still have that castle on a cloud.

But we don’t live on a cloud.  I feel the earth between my toes.

One other half of my soul lives in a body who is, never was, and never will be mine.
That’s right, I said ‘never’.
‘Never say never’.  Why hold on to this hope?  
We are such fools.  Always have been.  
Fools for our other halves.

One ‘other half’ will forever be chained to anybody but me. 
The other ‘other half’ is, was and always will be mine.
My heart is for both, in different ways.
Now I am as full as I can be. I have found my halves.

Being happy is not having what you want, 
But having what you need, 
And wanting what you have.
I am happy...

We asked: ‘how can one live in black and white after seeing in colour?’
I have an answer: ‘because we know what colour looks like...’
We know what to look for, how it feels,
How to see it through the black and white – even turn it into colour.

Remember? How to see.
For some, their other halves are in one body –
Filling both the heart and the soul,
But not for me. I have three halves.

I never knew where my pieces were.
Then I found one. Then the other found me.
Only one can fit my puzzle – yes, halves can only be two.
But why be sad about bliss? 

I am happy…
Because I no longer wonder about my pieces.  
May not be mine, but they are both safe. 
I am happy…


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Broken, Taken

My heart has been ripped;
With pride I was stripped.
I felt my heart's last beat
Before it fell at your feet.

There's a hole in my chest
But the pain will not rest.
It kept on digging deeper
Making me feel emptier.

Night has been permanent;
It was a constant opponent.
In darkness my pain grew;
Tell me, what must I do?

I have swallowed my pride
But was brushed to the side.
What do you want from me?
Why wont you set me free?

I have already tried so hard,
Leaving me badly scarred.
Are my scars not enough?
Do you think I'm that tough?

My heart you have broken,
My pride you have taken.
What more do you need?
Do you want me to bleed?


Details | Free verse | |

Cracked

Cracked windshields,
cracked sidewalks,
broken hopes,
sad dreams,
hurry before the fire starts,
and your good friends leave you
and your enemies take you over,
hurry before people cry out
for the happiness you possess
they with suck you dry like a bone
and take you for granted;
when they need you,
they are nowhere to be found,
just check the coffee shops
and bookstores;
they'll be there,
hiding and betraying and kissing your dream girl
or that real cute guy you really like a lot.
See you can't see the open road with a cracked windshield
in a rainstorm,
but just remember that you can always get it fixed
and the charge will be free;
but keep driving with a cracked windshield
you will regret it! - Don't regret life,
for it is a special gift.
Pave that road or sidewalk gold,
see that love is in the air all over,
not just for a certain few,
Love is in the air,
sing it! Sing it so loud
that the people will see your true beauty
if they stick around long enough to see your true self.
Cracked smiles,
with chiseled abs and rock solid chest
and a nice face,
that is all we want in life,
we don't want brains,
or logic,
or a sense of humor,
if so we'd be with someone long ago and happy with them...
NO! We want the bikini body,
the beach body,
that hour glass figure,
and we want our teeth straight,
and our breasts enlarged
and our horoscopes read from the TV.,
we want birthday candles on a huge chocolate cake
and we want money and time and fame and that dream body
and we walk and walk and walk blinder than the day before and the day before that,
that we don't look at that one thing that is truly perfect...
and that is the heart, the soul,
the heart and soul never receive cracks
because they’re not fake and cheap materialistic things.
We never stop and realize that we should be happy about the cracked windshield,
and the cracked smile and cracked teeth and cracked sidewalks,
because we aren't Barbie’s and Ken dolls,
no we are human beings,
created to bound and be tortured by temptations
and admit to their mistakes,
even if they don't want too.
We are unique with or without that crack,
but never pave that crack,
never pave that pothole,
because that is a mistake in your open road called life
that made your journey unique!
Cherish those cracks
cherish them forever.

12/4/13


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Into A Thousand Shards

Burst into a thousand shards
Sparkle, glint in the moonlight
Fall on those who question you
Your integrity touched
And ice cold will you turn
Burst into a thousand shards
Shining in the sunlight
Beauty in your rage
Inspiring belief
That there is more than meets the eye
About this simple and shut in human being
So burst into a thousand shards
Pierce their hearts
Leave a lasting memory
For them to visit
When they forget who you are
Your very own super power
Burst into a thousand shards
A bit for him and her
To keep
A little bit of what it is
To be you
Burst into a thousand shards
Your defense
Against your enemies
For them to doubt
Their advances against you
Burst into a thousand shards
A spectacle of a sight
Before you leave
This masquerade of pretense
The finale of a wonderful life
For everyone to see
What they missed or mocked
A custom made goodbye
For those you love
They’ll be riveted on those shards
Until they turn to dust
In the air everywhere
When the wind blows later on
They’ll know it was you
Your thousand shards of grit and might.


Details | Lyric | |

I Gave You Right Back

I remember when you gave yourself to me,
But I gave you right back.
Because I couldn’t stop hurting you,
And I hated doing that.
I can’t be selfish as I wanna be,
and much as I need your touch.
I can’t have that follow me.
Enough just might be enough.

But love comes all the way back around,
I didn’t know you then and I don’t know you now.

Hearts beat,
Trust me,
I asked mine to stop beating aloud.
Tears are dreams,
That have to flee,
Cause they’d been cast out. 
And smiles speak,
Yours talks to me,
But I replied with a frown.
Cause I can’t keep this up,
Enough is now enough.
Don’t look for me I’m gone now.


Details | I do not know? | |

Soldiers Song Sung

Confoundly forward marches the soldiers bravely twords the war
Ongoing is the beat of the drum that leads these men 
To where the single trumpet plays a rebeling score 
A battle ground where battles implore gore, the grapheties of war 
 The generals encharge more, once again obeastities twords the poor 
This includes those enchored, the entangled, the ignored 
War, it's so upstrangled, oh and I disincluded those forced 
So have I yet struck a displaced chord, should I this poem abort 

Caught between the memories, the struggle just to make it through
An empty wide open, and the millions of motions which gracefully do
Fought where theres freedom, brought here just for you
Those feelings make you an empty crew, fight it, don't get blue

Because now in this silience it's just me and you
Nothing more left here that will ever be new
I walked ten miles tonight
Attention diverted arms draw up tight
I surrenered the time 
To get the answers right
The question forever there remains the same
I am no longer there, your to blame
Spinning circles emotions bringing forth the cause
I felt the whole world open putting that time on pause

The dawn begins at zero hour
The canyons flames burn at its blistering bowels
The range is now a burning ridge
My thoughts are now only a burning bridge
My eyes feel so empty without you in by my side
It hurts so much the whole crew got caught in the fight
With unswept memories I only stir though the night
I've wept, I've prayed, and then I cried
Searching for an answers of why you died


Details | Free verse | |

Walk Away

Still, I don’t understand;
Was I too suicidal,
My darkness too real
For you to handle 
And oh you knew me
And I you, so well,
Yet you say not enough
Or perhaps too much.
We ran out of words
And love wasn’t enough
To fill the awful silence;
You could never handle it
Either, among so much else.
I loved you too well,
Investing vital pieces of self
Into us and you, with no
Love, nourishment, in return
Because I was always there.
Never enough in sight
Or body, in comparison,
But don’t you know I’m
Not a permanent fixture?
Perhaps you’ve forgotten
That I can walk away
From the memories of
What was once strong,
Which now only burns me.
And so I saw goodbye
To wasted dreams and hopes
In a dead future, for
It takes your hand in
Mine for this to work
And you never could bare
To even touch me.


Details | Ballad | |

FRONT BEARLY HUGS

eye-to-eye, we meet says the songs..
glued stare nothing comes along..
forgetting all worries and wrong..

I shove my hands and arms..
Inviting you to be near and give a hug..
I will lay my head affront your chest..
Closing my eyes in whole contentment..

No inches apart, as my body fits to yours..
Building true comfort, melting my fears..
Shifting my head against your neck..
Languidly, i move my cheeks to a pur..

Such incomparable, wonderful feeling!
Only you and i can share in the right timing..
I hold on to seconds, minutes to hours..
Promising you and i, sweet not sour..

by: olive_eloi [aug.14, 2013 @6:40pm]

dedicated to persons who is like me wishes for a hug from my family... 

----->>>

HUGS. free gesture of comfort, care, concern, affection and love... if it's given wholeheartedly, surely it can lift one's soul.. it encourages a spirit to burn...

i admit i love hugs, evening...


Details | Sonnet | |

Aflight In The Hale Bob

        AFLIGHT IN THE HALE-BOB
The puzzle comes apart deep in the sky;
calls nothing that is concrete to the mind;
as far as we can tell and meets the eye
the reason for the tail's not ours to find.

We stand confused, and only guess at why
the wonder of it all has stilled our voice
did David Korish ever really die?
and is it all worked out, with little choice?

Mount Carmel but a coming of an age
the catostrophic ending of mistake,
what hope is there to ever quell the rage
appeassing what is wrong, for honors sake?

      Is there a sign that's ever flown the sky
       or is it just a dream where-in we die?
        ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Free verse | |

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WIND

Against the indigo velvet skies 
The sweetly scented nightly breeze 
Sends leaves falling, rustling 
Allowing moonlight thru the trees  
 
Through curtains softly billowing 
The moonlight steals its furtive glance 
Flirting with silky ebony shadows
Performing their nightly ritual dance 
 
On the other side of the wind 
Whispers softly echo in her mind 
Beckoning her… 
To listen to their voice 
Telling her his love she’ll surely find  
 
The wind chimes in spiral curves 
A moment that’s timeless stirs her soul 
To a crystalline awakening in her heart 
Welcoming imbuing intrusions to console 

In quiet moments she breathes him in 
His hand in hers, feelings linger 
A graceful dance to walk a path 
Feeling his  touch upon her fingers 

A trail of tears tinged with sighs 
Thoughts of him entrench the dark 
A restless soul needing warmth 
In quiet moments he invades her heart 
Will she find him once again… 
On the other side of the wind?         


Details | Ballad | |

PAGE OF WORD

Fantasy is beautiful
but  view is more beautiful
The eyes stormed with tears 
in my heart I am waiting forever 
a flower of word 
twilight fragrance 
evening felt 
morning struggle
foliage voice 
waving stain 
cold sun 
reveal the pulse 
in here I understand 
from my sacred heart


Details | Free verse | |

The Perfect Painting

          The Perfect Painting

A Wink at the Eternal Darkness is here for your inspection
I make things only to destroy them
I make seas you can’t sail in
Beautiful women you can’t love
Bowls of fruit you cannot eat
And trees you cannot climb above
I am a painter of perfection with colors applied to all you see
With nearly perfect breathing touches except the touch of life
Not a bolt of lightning in the pitch black night
Nor a flash of science that saved humanity from religion
Not even the sight of God in the empty void waving good-bye
Drifting away in the distance through the artist eye
Explains why the sun dances on in winter upon my canvas
With brush in hand and every color and design at my command
My art never completes itself as all life should
It hangs there like a pendulum of time
So I’ll burn it down to remind myself
There is no answer to the “Why” of life and art
Only “How” it got its start
It starts with fire

                                                                            5/15/2014 The Perfect Painting Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

A Favorite Memory In Time

 A favorite memory of mine,
 is when I was yours and you were mine.
 I still can recall the soft touches in the night
 and the whispers of pure love's delight.

 Those  tender days of passion sweet
 snuggled all close under the sheets.
 Your shoulder like a pillow to me,
 where I could get as near to you as
 I could be.

 I would listen to every thing you would
 say, with such great delight,
 holding your hand so gentle
 with my dreamy plight.
 Gentle winds still blow through my mind as
 I go back to my favorite memory in time.

 I can still see you standing in the hall and
 in my eyes you stood so effortlessly tall.
 With loving eyes and a warm smile, I knew
 you would always be here for us, mile after mile.

 Today the roses still grow on the gate
 and I gather them to place on your grave.
 I know it will only be a short time, 
 when we are once again together entwined.
 For now I will continue on and remember all
 you gave me in this life's song.

 When I start to miss you in the night, I will go
 back and meet you there, in my favorite memory 
 in time.

 


Details | Haiku | |

Shanghai, A Perspective

A Shanghai building
Reflecting on the water
Soothing strings music


Details | Free verse | |

Will You Marry Me

I love the way you look when you are happy;
your teeth glowing in the moonlight, and your
laughter cheering up everything I know.

I love the way you smile;
it is the sweetest thing I have ever seen
under the Sun.

I love the way you look at me;
they have a way of inviting attention
without any speech.

I love the way you hold a child;
it is as though it is your own.

I love the way you shed tears as you watch
a soap opera; I console you with a cuddling
touch, reminding you it's just a play, and reminding
myself that I have a woman who can feel,
at the core of her soul.

I love the way you act when you are mad at me;
pushing me against the wall, and holding my
shirt as though you want to tear it; making me feel
like making love to you.

You are all I want in a wife; everything I prayed for!
Will you marry me?


Details | Free verse | |

Dont fall in love looking threw immature eyes

Don’t fall in love looking through immature eyes 

Then wake up to see that you married an immature mate
 
Get a standard and raise it high and let it guide you to your maturity too

Warning this standard is not superficial

But the standard is a heart and character issue

Adhering to the heart and character is a bigger step of one’s maturity

Oh my mate has a good heart and great character traits

But wait you got to date long enough to know if there’s any wavering

This standard you should never settle for less
 
For the heart and character is the deal breaker for a marriage success

Be careful dont pick a mate looking through immature eyes to create a chance to fall in love with the wrong mate

To create a chance to be so in love to where you're overwhelmed with feeling like it is a necessity to get married

But to the wrong mate.?!

So while accessing your significant other just make sure you are not looking threw immature eyes 



Details | Bio | |

ME SHADOW

Shadow you are me.
I am you shadow.
You are always with me 
And I am always with you.
You are in me.
I am in you.
I won’t leave. Never
Never will you leave
I know you won’t!
You love me shadow
I love you too shadow. 

Layag Sug!


Details | Blank verse | |

First Romantic Verse, 1960

Quiet night.
Quiet love...
Never told.
Damn my silence.
Wish you understood.
All I am is you.
I feel such a fool...

And fools are cheap these days.



Details | Narrative | |

The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

THE POWER THAT I HAVE

THE POWER THAT I HAVE NO ONE CAN TAKE OR HAVE.

THE POWER THAT MY MIND HAS IS TO POWERFUL TO FIND OUT.

THE POWER THAT MY MOUTH HAS IT COULD HURT YOU OR IT COULD BLESS YOU IT DEPENDS ON HOW YOU STEP TO ME OR SAY SOMETHING TO ME.

THE POWER OF MY THINKING IS VERY DEEP AND VERY SOLD.

THE POWER OF HOW WRITE MY POEMS IT COME FROM MY MIND MY SPRIT MY SOUL AND HEART NOW YOU ADD ALL THAT UP AND SEE WHAT YOU CAN DISCOVER IN YOUR SELF.

IT NO OTHER POWER YOU CAN DISCOVER FROM ONE ELSE BUT YOUR SELF.

THE POWER THAT I HAVE IT IS IN ME.


Details | Rhyme | |

In Disguise

The body's eye's are in disguise they see what they want to see,
They look on this and look on that seeing good or misery,
There is a place inside you NOW where true vision awaits,
It is the one and only path to unlock Heaven's Gates,
It's in your Heart that's where you start to leave the World behind,
And in it's place is Light's Embrace welcomed by the open mind,
While you are there you'll see no despair or pain of any kind,
Instead you'll see the Mysteries that make a World Divine,
The body's eye's will Still Disguise ~ What Only the Heart can Find
So close your eyes and you will find~ You are no longer Blind   Angel Blessings............. Lisa Craig


Details | Rhyme | |

Someone, Someday

It’s so hard to start
It’s so hard to finish
It feels as if all that you've accomplished will someday be diminished 
And it won’t matter if you become somebody some day
Because someone will easily take your place 
Steal your ideas 
And make a living off you, THEIR way

It’s sad but true
Every mutha f**ka 
Will take a piece of your mind
and will somehow ultimately f**k you

not physically but mentally
making you think 
you’re not one of a kind
their getting all the fame 
while everyone leaves you behind

leaving you to feel like a failure 
people telling you to talk to God, 
he’ll have the answer

I pray, looking up at the ceiling
Hoping he’ll will give me a reason….
To keep going on with my life and my ideas
But all I’m left with are clones of my feelings
Washed up on canvases with some else’s fake veneers 


Details | Rhyme | |

Road To Gray Hair

On the road to gray hair
You have gone through a lot of a snare
And the cloth you wear
Not like ones of your brood as you were
Enriched not as brown fiber
But a resentment coming from afar
Acknowledged with tender patience
But aroused with young fellows faulty impatience
With time things change
Even the age of range
Gray hair is experience
And concentration will lead to your success
No matter how you dress and fail today
Yet mind the utterance before you are stray


Details | Concrete | |

This are my memories

Memories of leaping sentiments
Have left indelible footprints on 
the sandy plantations path
Of destiny juggling with my life
And fortune drifting away
Of a companionship gripping a 
relationship
Was it fate spreading it's 
tentacles
To fulfil the satanic deeds 
And when dawn scouted 
around found the bond broken
In the heart of this time it is 
simple things that which are 
forgotten
Desecrated and defiled
They are fossiled in to the past 
Which is out of reach?
Is it not you and I 
And all of us 
Who make things simple? 
What is it that I need?
A thought to share
A glitter of your smile in the 
heart of this time 
How can I forget? 
Like a burning soul 
Like a hacking life 
How can I forget or remember 
why I did it
How can I forget how memory 
Like a mirror reflects on me 
How the sight of my eye on you 
can be indelible 
How can I forget such things? 
These are my memories...
            


Details | ABC | |

Life's hidden lessons

I married a man too early in life
and wasn’t prepared to be a good wife.
I believed he loved me and things would be fine.
My love for him would grow over time. 
The years passing by were good for awhile.
Then came a time I could not see my smile.
He cheated on me and I deserved more.
With a heavy heart I went out the door.
We parted as “friends”, which ended one day.
With a baby conceived he went on his way.
He now liked his freedom away from me.
I carried our son -- he didn’t want to see.
Soon after another cared about me; 
I ignored the things I didn’t want to see.
I married that man -- I thought it’d be best.
But soon after that, he was failing the test.
Driven by fear, I mistakenly thought
A son of “his own” was the thing that he sought
I now had a toddler and one on the way;
there was no doubt, I now had to stay.
Things started to spiral out of control.
The alcohol had a firm grip on his soul.
Choosing to leave to protect us all;
I was forced this time to really stand tall.
Now on my own with two children to raise
I examine my life in so many ways. 
My relationships failed, for that I am sad;
but the result of those could never be bad.
Now long gone are those men from my past
replaced by a “true” love that forever will last.
My love for my sons, my two little boys, 
erase all my pains and reveal only my joys.


Details | ABC | |

We Are The Sunset

Im all his and hes all mine
Together we spend all our time
This is it were in our prime
Minds linked to one another
Bodies may go their seperate ways when desired
Come home to eachother 
The love undescribable
The freedom; limitless
Mental connection unimaginable
Understanding at its highest peak
Feelings so strong, unbreakable
One incapable to fathum the idea of our bond
Night and day, yet we are the sunset
Separate lives, yet we are one; a strong unit between sun and moon
We set the mood; new style of living
Within the depths of an ocean; a relationship 
While swimming freely throughout the sea of fishes; solitary
It's what many covet
This fire of love for one another so strong, we set eachother free in the same 
breath
A form of happiness higher than whats considered happy.


Details | Verse | |

Ink stains

I have two tabs open, forgot to eat, the studio has no lighting and it smells like cigarettes, and I don't smoke

There's napkins piled by my library, but they’re not stained with semen, the desert is framed on my wall, and my thoughts are written below

It's been cold way too long, I read the tales of madmen and junkies to feel comfortable, and at the same time having mild panic attacks

Sleep is only six hours long and I always wake up fully dressed, as seen with my own eyes from above

The Manhattan Bridge is abandoned, the Bowery looks lonesome, the paddy wagons are frozen, The Chrysler's forgotten, his brother is where people climb up to the roof, just to jump off

1st Ave is nothing but insane asylums and wealth, everywhere I go I'm surrounded by trust funds, who make it hard for me to go anywhere,

The East Village used to be Punks, now its cunts

I leave my stain everywhere I go, I am now the older generation

Every morning I'm by the East River, my heart is lost in Europe, and my writing is stuck in New York

My muse is an angel, and I am possessed

I am a drinker, and a romantic, I'm a spic, but also human, I cry because I'm sensitive

My hair is messy and my eyes are fire bombed, my breath is rotten and the paste is clay

My pockets have bled in Washington Square Park, my pants are now stained, and my screams remain silent.


Details | Free verse | |

The Retiring Professor: First Lines



“Seventy-four is about apology,” said Ferdy. 
“Well apology and memory. 
If you have literary pretensions, it's about 
apology and narrative.” 

Ferdy's class sat there dumfounded. 
This was a little different from the usual class. 
“The only question left is 
how much apology is needed? when can one let up?”


Details | Lyric | |

Foullen -Part Two-

-Kaz walks in the room slowly his hair hanging in his face wiping his forehead with the back of his hand- Hello Foullen, Have you had a chance to feed yet today ?
Foullen-he turns around standing far from Kaz-
Kaz- ilove you. -He gets up walking towards the direction in which Foullen was smiling alittle- You bit me and it set off sparks Im mesmerised by you and your existance I let you feed because i cant stand anything happening to you. I love you
Foullen-quickly turns around looking at Kaz-
Kaz-He stands directly in front of him touching Foullen on the cheek looking in his eyes-
Foullen-he quickly grabbed his things, fastly opening the door walking out into the woods-
Kaz-he runs out following him- Foullen!
Foullen-he walks faster not turning around as he huffs out the door-
Kaz-he contines to go after him sprinting and following him closely still calling out to him- Foullen!
Foullen-he turns around his eyes glowing a bright bright blue- "what!"
Kaz-Why are you running? You had a sparkle in your eye when i told you i loved you, and now your running. what is going on?
Foullen-he would mumble something under his breathe and begins to talk louder- " eh um idk, no one has said that before, how was i suppose to react? happy?" -he closed his eyes and sighed as if he failed-
Kaz-Im sorry if it upset you but its the reason i keep coming back, I keep coming for you. -he grabed his arm lightly in a comforting manner-
Kaz-He kisses him gently- I dont want to let you go ever -He whispered softly in Foullens ear after their lips parted-
Foullen-he turned away from Kaz and started to walk away-
Kaz-He got up going towards Foullen wrapping his arms around the vampires chest from behind-
Foullen-"im nothing you want" -he unwraps Kaz's arms from his chest and pushes him away-
Kaz-You are what I want exactly in fact. Your strong and beautiful, and you make me smile inside. I want nothing else but you.
Foullen-"many people come up to me saying that, how do i know your not any different?" -he sighed looking down-
Kaz-Well, Ive followed you thus far, and I keep advancing admist all of you attepmts to push me away. And i know you felt something when you kissed me. Im here for the long hull, and I know im not perfect and never will be but I aspire to be as perfect as I can for you. And even when we fight to the point of crying, I wanna be the one to hold you, and try my best to protect you in whatever way i can.

(Stay tuned for Part Three)


Details | Narrative | |

Light On the Devil's Chord -part 3-

In a deep sleep, I fell upon the fields, tired, rejuvenated, and blessed
Wandering in many a dream

A warm sun creeping from the heavy cream clouds woke me up
And I felt His presence once again
Sitting up, I rubbed my weary eyes and smiled sadly,
"He...He spoke to me, and He granted me love, with dreams of hills,
Prairies filled with sunflowers, hares dashing about in joy,
The soft rains from supple clouds tickled my frowns to smiles,
And a turkey from afar winked at me with knowing assurance."

Christ lifted me up and kissed my forehead gently,
"My silly, lovely sister, good morning,
Come with me. . .
We shall talk for a little while,
And then you will be away for a time."

His expression grew grim...

"Yes, my sister, lessons will be learned,
Keep your faith, and your heart will guide you,
Do not give in to the lies of the ancient serpent,
Whom you will see in a very short while
Talk with him, be with him,
But if his claws wrap around your innocent throat,
I am told to not intervene, for this is the test God has given you"

I looked at Christ lovingly and embraced him
"Thanks be to God, for this gift of opportunity,
Tell me how long with the serpent shall I stay?"

He held me tightly for a moment, 
Then looked at me with tears in his eyes

"The Lord God Almighty had visited me last night,
Telling Me to take you to the pit,
Where Satan and his demons thrash,
And for 40 days and 40 nights you shall remain there,
Then you shall see how his mind decays in his ways
That his pride and his servitude of lies and murder slashes all thought of change
That repentance to him, is failure, weakness, and far below him..
You shall soon see if it is possible to save one that does not wish to be saved"

I took Christ's hands
"Do not be afraid for me, my brother,
I am ready for this test
I am ready to face him and give my say,
Though my purpose is risky,
My heart is filled with Your grace, 
And I know even in darkness, God is there
Perhaps I mean not to save him,
But to understand him
I only hope You see the strength in me to fulfill such a thing"

Smiling, He lifted me in the air and twirled me
"Oh precious, magnificent sister!
I never doubt your strength,
For your glory reflects off the face of your Almighty Father
Your questions have filled His heart with gladness and warmth,
Your innocence is precious and fills Him with joy
Testing you, He has no doubt-
Though know mistakes can be made, and will be no less dire
Therefore, be wary in the dark,
For in it you will face illusion, sadness, desire, anger, and all evil shrouding,
No good advice will be given along the way,
It is merely you and Satan, eye to eye 
And the terrible shrieks of the demons at his feet still shall tempt"

Departing from Christ with few last words,
He lead me to the bottomless pit, which is sealed and impenetrable
Advising me to wait, He disappeared from view,
The last of the light I would witness, fading into the mysterious eve

I stared at the mighty seal in awe
Rough rock and black soot surrounding the dread inside...


Details | Free verse | |

Retirement From Poetrysoup

I hereby retire from this website, poetrysoup.
Thank you so much for reading my poems through
the years, and the awesome comments. I have fulfilled
my obligations to myself, I hope you continue to read these.
I have met a friend who writes awesome poetry on Facebook.
I will leave you with his, and my links.
Thank You,
and have a good day
be someone and make the most of it.
-Bj Fard

www.facebook.com/TheNighttimeDaydreamer
www.facebook.com/BFard


Details | Ballad | |

Snow Cones Popping Left to Right

COPYRIGHT 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS
(Dedicated to ALL THOSE NANCIE KRANGES!)



Bust it!
This here's a TEMPO...for ALL THOSE FELLAS...trying to do what
ALL THOSE LADIES...been trying to TELL US WHAT TO DO!
HEY...BIG SHOT...WANNA CHANCE?

Rolling...Rolling...LEFT-TO-RIGHT-OR...RIGHT-TO-LEFT!
PITCHED-RIGHT...PITCHED-WRONG!
Left-to-Right...OR...Right-to-Left...OR
LEFT-BEHIND!

Are-Ya...TOO-HEAVY...or...TOO-LIGHT?
Grab-a...CUP-OR-BOWL...of...RICE-KRISPIES!
SHAPED...RIGHT-or-WRONG!

Mars-Bars...AND...MARS-AND-STARS...at-corner
BARS-IN-CARS...Cars-and-Bars!
MALTS-AND-FLOATS...or...FLOATS-AND-BLOATS!
BLOATING...LOUTS!
JUST-LOATS!

They're...MEL-LOW-AND-YEL-LOW...or...Just-BANANA-CRAZY!
SO...JUST-BE-MEL-LOW...AND-NOT
Just...Y.E.L.L.O.W.!
YEL-LOW!

Rockets-and-Stars...BUSTING-AND-GOLDEN...STARS!
AND...B-E-Y-O-N-D!
Making-Time...AND...SELLING-TIME!
CHEATING...Time...FATHER-TIME!
He's...YAWNING...YAWING-AND-LAUGHING!
So-SKIP-IT...JUST-SKIP-IT...SKIPPING-LEFT-TO-RIGHT!
AND-RIGHT-TO-LEFT!

You're-Sliding...First-to-Second...Second-to-HOME...OR
FIRST-TO-HOME!
POPPING-AND-HEART-STOPPING!

Snow-Cones...In-The-Winter...OR-SUM-MER!
When-Falling-to-First...or...in-A-LIGHT-OR-COLD...FALL!
And-Mallows...MAL-LOWS!
AND-BEARS...YUMMY-AND-GUMMY!
Yummy-and-Gummy...FOR-YA-TUMMY!
Isn't-IT...JUST-YUMMY?

PITCH-IT-RIGHT...AND...NOT-LIGHT!
QUIT-STALLING...S-T-A-L-L-I-N-G!

Are-Ya-Going-Ta...LIGHT-THE-BOARDS...or-are-ya-JUST-BORING!
JUST...LEFT-BEHIND?

Left-to-Right...and...RIGHT-TO-LEFT...MODELS-are-SMILING!
FLASHING...32!
THIRTY-TWO...WHITE-CAPS!
With...DARK-LASHES-IN...DARK-GLASSES!
WOW...LIKE-WOW!

Glasses-in-the-Dark...LIKE-WOW...THAT'S...JUST-WOW!
Left-to-Right...and...Right-to-Left...THAT'S-EXIT...STAGE-LEFT!
Don't-Be...LEFT-BEHIND!

Are-Ya...RIDING-HIGH-TO-FAME...or-Just...SHAMED-TO...LEFT-STAGE?


Details | Free verse | |

The Raggedy Man

The longing to go back,
Back to another time
Another place
I’m aging, and he doesn't care
A different crime
He can run
He can hide
He can he can soar
He can fly
Away in the 
Blue box
I don’t have one
I don’t have a police box
I’m all alone 
I’m stuck here watching every dawn 
I’m stuck here like mom
He won’t take me away
Because he left us you see
Alone to fend for ourselves
And I hate him for it
But at the same time I love him
My mom’s raggedy man.


Details | Free verse | |

I'll be Back

Hardships have hit my ego,
like a kick-boxer punching a douche bag;
my record as an artist has been compromised;
my back has been against the wall for too long.

My painting style looks clashed; different emotions
with color, interbred in a single canvas; "......if all these emotions
fit into a single person, he or she would be a psychopath!" 
they scorn.

But, like a phoenix from the ashes,
I will become relevant like Da Vinci;
I will the sitting in the Hall of Fame;
just wait and see!  



Details | Verse | |

What do I see

What do I See?
As I look at myself what do I see?
 I see someone who is black, darker than most people.
 Someone who has a heart but don’t want to share it.
A person who is lost and in her own little world
 do I think of myself as beautiful? NO!!
I look at myself as UGLY and MEANINGLESS
 because when I was growing up, that’s what people used to call me
Ugly, Blackie, Big ears…
Even though I’ve locked myself in my room and cried
 I feel like nobody can help me
I am lost, I need love but I can’t find love.
I ain’t got any love from my parents when I was a kid and still not getting it now.
As I look at myself what do I see?
I see someone who’s going to become a doctor, lover, mother 
someone who’s loves to help others 
as I look at myself what do I see?
I see someone who is dark and pleasantly made
 and growing in the bless of GOD
By: Tulisa Reeves


Details | Verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Gold Leaf

            Gold Leaf

Gold leaf frescoes on a church wall are very lovely
Saints and angels on display at a pretty price
Just outside, mold takes over, clings to surfaces, settles
Poor people float inside like famished spirits
Transformed with tarnished shoes and souls 
They see the glow of heaven at their heels
Marbled floors and altered states of grace
Collection baskets fly by, gobble up dollars
More gold leaf is needed
Walls must be fed
Outside mold clings and grows
Ivy also, on the ancient structure, very pretty
Gold leaf comes at a glowing cost
Lovely frescoes, angels and a cross 
The priest promises to feed the congregation
Perhaps next season 
Hunger must wait, we understand 
More money is needed immediately
Gold leaf angels are more than mysteries
They are financial emergencies, for gold leaf frescoes 


Details | Classicism | |

Love to Rhyme

STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander
Far from the commoner way;
Old-time trills and falls by the hill-side still do I ponder,
as my strides coursing through the streaming waters,
Dreaming to-morrow to-day.

Come here, come, revive me, Sun-God, teach me, Apollo,
Measures descanted before;
Since in timeless verses, I must follow,
Prints in the marbles of ancient folk-lore.

Still strange, strange, they sound in old-young raiment invested,
Songs for the brain to forget -
Young song-birds elate to grave old temples be-nested
Piping and chirruping yet.

Thoughts? No thought has yet unskilled attempted to flutter
Trammeled so vilely in verse;
Even if its for a while,
He who writes but aims at fame and his bread and his butter,
Won with a groan and a curse.
Of course, We still love to rhyme..


Details | Couplet | |

Strife taught me well

How I fought to justify myself,
my actions and my words
trying to prove that I had reason
to seek vengeance for my hurt.
I felt owed for what was taken,
I felt wronged, broken, forsaken
I seemed forgotten in the course of life
a castaway in slow decay
no certain trail, no destination
going wherever,coming what may.

My battles only wearied me,
scarred my bruised and battered bones,
like victim and offender divided
the war within the enemy

I had to learn to let down my gaurd
to fight the fear that froze my heart,
not to bury myself holding on
to everything that did me me wrong.
To uncover forgiveness and leave behind,
to take not what I would not give, 
and everyday to keep in mind
our struggles teach us how to live. .


Details | Light Poetry | |

Unfolding

When the deep dark wind of pain starts folding in around me

you take hold of my hands and wrap them in love.


It seems that this way of darkness unfolds right before my eyes

it's your love that keeps me alive


So precious is the thought that unwinds

of the way things use to be

when you found me the first time


You shelter me in Thy Grace

Your hands touch my face


Your ways are true

when we meet one day in the world anew

the shadows will fade and you'll make me new


Oh how I long for the time

when I see you coming in the sky

your heart in mine

the darkness leaves

my heart starts to sing


A new song for you

when we all are made brand new..


Written By:©Betty Bolden


Details | Free verse | |

One Simple Job

You had one job
A simple task
I ask you nicely
To do for me.

Yet your such a klutz
You just screwed it up
It was so simple
You find it complicated.

Distracted or forgot
Your so simple minded
To lose track of time
Forgot what was important.

Can't you do right
Why go off track
You let me down
When I need you most.

When I'm feeling not my best
Ill-stricken to my bed
Aches and pains all over
I count on you to help.

Can't you listen
Don't you see
Do I matter
To you at all?

Off on your own
Doing your things
Makes me feel neglected
When your not listening.

Don't you care how I feel
Can't comfort me for an hour
When I'm feeling down
You just brush it aside.

All I ask of you
One simple ting
Do me one favor
To help me out.

Yet you can't do right
Are you not bright
Can't seem to see
Just one thing
One simple job.


Details | Free verse | |

Your Love is Like Nitric Acid ...

The Metal plunged into the nitric 
acid mix releases  yellow fumes.

Heavy workman's gloves.
Ventilation...

The acid splattering onto the skin
 burns leaving yellow stains.

Apply water.

The image now etched into the metal 
bubbles where the image is left raw.

Ventilation....

Gas mask and eye goggles.

How do you know how long to leave
the metal plate in the acid?

Timer.

Deep etches left in longer, 
create  deeper grooves.

Your Love is like nitric acid
Eating away at my heart.


Details | Rhyme | |

Never-ending Adventure

Where have you been?
Where are you off to? Here I am again
It’s been a while since I last talked to you
Long time, no see
You’re still sprouting like a unwavering tree
Running the extra mile for a while, 
I’ve been thinking of you lately
There’s a reason why you’re on my mind…
‘Cause you’re gleaming with grace – that caught me from behind!


Reflecting upon you
Wonderin’ how you do…I haven’t a clue
What you have been through
It doesn’t take much effort for me to contact you
But, it’s still not the same…
Skimming through past photos
We were so happy back then…this feeling of loneliness still grows 

Where are you now?
Are you somewhere far away? I will never know
It’s been a difficult time for me to move on
Lost in a maze of racing thoughts, I wish you weren’t gone
Now, I’m All Alone, All Along
All alone, all along

Ponderin’ about you
Wonderin’ how you do…I haven’t a clue
What you have been through
It doesn’t take much effort for me to contact you
But, it’s still not the same…
Skimming through past photos
We were so happy back then…this feeling of remorse grows 

Where did you go? 
Some place far from your dwelling place? 
You’re as sneaky and clever like a crow
Our time was up – at least we kept a steady pace
We lost the race, but it’s not over
Stop cowering! Be still! Don’t take cover!
God knows if it’s the end…
God forms miracles to mend both of our hearts 
Our personality and dreams do blend
You pieced us together like a puzzle with all of its parts 

 Reaching Out to You
Looking forward to being with you
It’s like an epic dream I’ve always knew
Tell me if you share these mixed emotions 
I’m still trying to remember the motions…
Trying my best to be become a champion so I can prove
That I would do anything for you – let’s groove! 
But, it’s still not the same…
Skimming through past photos
We were so happy back then…this feeling of want grows 
What now? 
There’s a chance that we’ll be together – no more throwing fits –, 
But…how?
I would stumble upon words, although we’re old associates
We’re old friends, hanging out and reacquainting  
It won’t be the same…
But, I’ll keep burning on like a vivacious flame
The time that we will carelessly spend  
Will be spent on our Adventure that will never end

We’re both as majestic as tigers, searching for prey,
Hunting and scrutinizing hungrily for their future dinner 
Now, I’m quite certain and it occurs to me today
That they’ve given up on their mission – we’re known as a Winner! 


Details | Free verse | |

April

April

Admitting that I don’t 
Still care even though it’s not fair
to be without everything
that made me 
exactly what it was to feel
what it was to be real
and now I don’t care anymore

Like the hands on a clock change 
Arms roll loose and free
Never knowing what to grab
Or to even believe in me
To catch a fall from a distance
Even though it’s right next to me
You still can’t believe 
I’d be there for every instance

Rollin like eyes on a face 
too bad the smile’s fake 
showing  mistakes
never seeing through to the truth 
but the words can’t lie 
when it makes the features
turn, to a painful time

Cause the thought remains				
Of how it’s never the same									       How I changed my ways
In these turbulent days
I can’t face now what’s in store
Cause there’s always gonna be that much more
Waiting, and hiding, 
Behind every curve
Like the moonlight
Sitting on the edge of your nerves
Shattering hopes and dreams
Misleading 
And revealing what’s not anymore


When the light shines green
its just to deceive
Even though it’s against
Everything you’ve seen
It’s dark 
Inside the heart
Filled with stains from yesterday’s rain
Leaving what’s left in the distance
And never feeling what’s real anymore
Try to look past the stage, of the rage
Knowing full well that
In this world we dig our own graves

Take me, I can not fight myself
Stretching, a life’s worth is just too much
Saddening, to run from my old self
Causing, a stigma in my eyes 

You hear a chime
Lost in age, 
A match to a time
Before May
When everything was safe

Take everything with a grain of salt cause
In the end it’s no one’s fault
Like assault
On a memory fading in the wind
No matter what it’s still a sin
Just roll with the punches kid
It’ll all turn round in the end


Details | Free verse | |

Spark to Flame

Let the voice within speak
Its better to let it shriek
Let the world sneak a peek
At the beauty resting within
A jewel shining underneath.

Release your inner glow
Let it shine so its known
Don't let the flame be blown
May it sprinkle like snow.

Shadows may snicker
Darkness might creep
Knawing at your bones
Stroking your spine to quiver.

Hands of despair reach out
Claws of pain try to cut
Fangs of sorrow want to bite
To rid the light that protects.

Yet you keep your ground
Looking through the veil
Holding hope close to heart
Faith embodies you.

Your spark grows stronger
Growing from an ember
To a ferocious flame
Scaring the shadows away.

The spark that rests within
That shard of determination
Splinter of will power
Flint of courage.

Take that flint
Keep striking it
To keep that flame
Burning bright within

As long as there's spark
There is always flame
Dreams and courage
That burn from within.


Details | Couplet | |

Best Thing


You! My Best thing in this world,
Will neither leave you, nor I Quit,
You’ve summed up in my Eyes,
Take’s me up to the endless height,

Love garden with full of flowers,
Nightingale tweet and morning dew,
Turned my world to vast heaven,
Flying in your love as aircrew,

Love Affection and, presence of your absence,
Bloom my heart huge in size,
Together we bliss, together we joy,
Seems each moment to be in paradise,

Warmth heat of your touch fed me up,
Your shadows covered me as bending stem,
Satisfaction of belonging to you soothes me complete,
Maunder in ticklishness of your love whim.
You! My Best thing in this world,
Will neither leave you, nor I Quit
Shahid Hussain Chouhdry


Details | Free verse | |

How Do I Let You Go

What will be
Will be!
I know of this, first hand
Your life was taken away
So abruptly!
I will 
Never forget
That day!
Till the day 
My body dies
And
I am with you, again!

“How was I to prepare myself?”
With 
That kind of 
Life changing, event!
You 
Didn't warn me 
You
Were permanently leaving!
I hope 
You know 
How much “I love you”
Know
You will never be forgotten!

I don’t know 
What 
Has got into me!
Consciously
I feel you
Inside me
I see images
Of your face 
So clearly!
Am I crazy 
To believe in this, my love?

“Are you still with me?”
“Is my imagination 
Playing cruel tricks
Running rampant
As
I talk with you
As if 
You were by my side, right now

In my heart and mind
Your face etched
Imprinted
Like a blue print
That never fades
Your foot prints 
Still remain, beside me
My heart beats
Eternally
Trying to make sense of everything!

Forgive me, my love
For being so strong in my feeling
For it has been a long time
Since I lost you, my friend
Something 
I haven’t
Quite
Got over!

My heart 
Having 
A mind of its own
Aching 
To be with you, still!
To see you
To smell you
To touch you
To taste you
One
Last time!

I want to say “Goodbye” 
Once and for all!
As 
We have
Brought out
The best and worst 
In each other
Rivers run deep
When it comes to you and me!

We have had our fair share of fights and arguments
Stubborn disagreements
All of them
Meaningless
Now
You cease to exist!

I miss your lingering touches
Your hand, stroking my face
Your big, blue eyes
Looking into mine
Your warm lips
Your rough, unshaven face 
The way you
Passionately
Kiss me
While
We make love, till dawn

I miss
All those nights
You kept me 
Safe and warm!
I miss
Your
Loving embrace
I miss
Your
Reassurance!
“Am I ever going to feel the same, with another?”
Just
As 
I felt
In your arms, my love?

How
Do I let you go?
How
Do I set myself, free?
I am ready
To love, again!
With 
‘Our eternal love’
Supporting
And 
Guiding me
Especially
In times, like these!


Details | Lyric | |

Naked and Ashamed -Part 2-

I need some time to reflect
To dive into my imagination…to ponder as I sink
Into my sea of thoughts and paradise...
I'm on a mission... 
To discover a previous prize
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
If I could, I could surely give it to you...and fulfill your fantasies
If I could, I could invite you inside my mind...
If I could, I could make you fly away from the world's anxieties 
If I could, I could find
You treasure... Beyond measure 
This feeling has no name...it has no specific label...
This feeling hunts me down like game...but I must remain capable 
Of saving myself and you of course...
Baby, don't get outtah course... You know what I mean
Baby, I want to know what's on your mind...I don't want to force
To answer me immediately...but I want the answer...

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
They all say it's greener on the other side of the barbwire fence...
Don't fence me in...with your powerful actions and love... I know you...I ain't dense 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Hey x3
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day? 
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
I wanna make you happy for the rest of your life... And delete the strife
From your stressful, fast-pace life


Details | Ballad | |

Dear Diary Dear Johnny

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI



Dear Johnny...no-no...oh...no...dear...diary!

'Nother...night...alone...the...gate...was beautiful...
Diary!

Friday-night...date...night...say...it-ain't-so...
Oh-no-no!


Dear...diary...we...went-to-the-park...the rides-'n-games...
His-smiles-'n-the-night...oh-no-no-no!

Sat-ur-day...date-night...with-the-girls...oh-ho-ho...
Say-it-ain't-so...again!


They say...life...goes-on...till-it...goes-on-an-on...
An-on-an-on!

But...'he'...came...fin-nally...fin-nally...an-so...
We...go-on-an-on!


A TEASER!!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Remember our soldiers

                     Remember our soldiers
Remember our soldiers during this  Christmas time,
To honor them with a sound from an angel with a beautiful chime.
They fight everyday through heartache and pain,
To send them letters from home so there heart can gain.
Holding guns and grenades is all they know,
To fight for our country is there ultimate goal.
Some come home,and live to tell,
Some not so lucky with blood shed from every shell.
Soldiers have a heart that never stops fighting,
This war is not fun or exciting.
Soldiers are gods of our fate,
Say a prayer for them before its to late.
They are truly heroes in my eyes,
Give them a salute as our  flag starts to rise.


Details | Rhyme | |

CHARM IS ANOTHER FORM OF SEDUCTION

Charm is another form of seduction ,
it's in the smiles, gestures and words;
I have used them to my advantage as many did
without feeling ounce of remorse as selfish lovers,
they thought I expressed sincere love: when
I hugged them and whispered a sweet word!


Forgive me for my ways of Casanova too refined, a gigolo
learns this art by deception knowing that some hearts are weak... 
until his secret is discovered and hearts begin to break,
" Lies, all lies he told!" Should love be taken to satisfy one's ego? "


Charm is another form of seduction
that lustful men use in their relationships with lovely women;
it's holding an umbrella for them when it rains,
singing them that love song that makes them dream...
and all they want is arms to keep them warm:
happiness is found in them while listening to sentimental phrases! 
  


Details | Narrative | |

THE LUSH HILL

The lush hill towered over the quite town mostly built with big rock;
it had three tall church towers
with different distinguished styles: Gothic, Renaissance, and Baroque...
wondrous was every sunrise!


   
Oh, their loud bronze bells could be heard ringing
through the vast, sun-washed and peaceful valley
sorrounded by mountains that reached a sky so dazzling...
then the clock-tower stroke each hour so precisely!


The summer's aroma was kind of strong and irritated the eyes,
and it almost got me drunken as aged wine does;
and I ran to the lush hill thinking of finding a treasure
in a cave that the invading Normans might have hidden in there!


But to my surprise, only frescos of martyrs were discovered;
all the while, that treasure was in front of me:
Nature opening up with its magnificent beauty!
It took observation and reflection for the rare gifts it rendered.


Whenever I ran to the lush hill, either morning or afternoon,
I was astonished by the humble faces of saints showing no demise 
for their persecution and carnage by beast such as ferocious lions... 
as those pious faces looked to Christ for comfort in their doom!


Their image made me much stronger and believer in the Shepherd
whose sheep never was lost among grunting wolves waiting aside; 
and every mystery revealed, it grew to teach me not to be afraid...
when profound silence arrived bringing delights to an innocent child. 


Oh, lush hill...keep my image of young boy intact even after I die;
let it come alive when sheer curiousity arises and tantalizes...
to make me climb that lush hill again for the heart to fantasize,
and 'though my health may not be as vibrant as then, I must try!


Details | Narrative | |

The Sea Blue Eyes II

There she is the false image standing quietly
She is just standing looking at a beautiful flower
She notices her passion of earthy desire
Something is happening she burst into the sun
I look up as her hands grasp my face
Her sea blue eyes gazed at me
Her warm hand and then a bright light blinded me
I went down on my knees and cried
The salty water dropped on to the ground 
I live by the ocean so deep
I do not know how to swim
By the thought of a beautiful look 
That made me shake
With fear in my head I saw those Sea Blue Eyes
I cannot restrain myself she burst into the sun
What is going on is it just the feeling of being left behind
She was a desire and now I have none
Driving nuts and insane what will I do
Believing such a image is a dream
I walk on the sand by the ocean with flowers in my hand
Raising it to the sky and trying my best to lure her
The image came close 
It pulled me into the ocean I was soaked
What a lonely human being I am
I grope the sky with such desire
I look pitiful and look anguished
What horrible feeling I have to pull the beauty that is nature down
The wind blew one day the image once more appeared
A young woman standing beside a flower with deep Sea Blue Eyes
Looked at me a glance of hope and happiness came
I reached for her and all of a sudden I fell into a deep sleep
Months past they had told me that I jump off a cliff 
They explained that the flower patch was by it
I realize heaven and earth cannot be reached with out a sacrifice
With meaningless thoughts I would wonder of to the cliff area
To see the ocean were it meets and ends
I was told a story long ago that the feelings of the ocean can seep into your soul
The trend of this story came shortly after some deaths
I was fooled the lady with the Sea Blue Eyes can manipulate anyone
Ladies and men, she is an illusion of the utmost desire
Blaming everyone human kind knowing they are lyres
The ghostly images that creeps everyone is oneself
Desire falls upon those who are lonely 
Believe of the unnatural becomes science
The Sea Blue Eyes is no lie cause they have been taking souls
Through century they have been taking souls for tolls
I stood once again near the ocean reaching to the sky
Lonely I was ready to disappear 
One day she not the lady of the sea it was the one I knew
I was blessed that day she embrace me 
I then fell into a slumber of bliss and desire
Now I just hear voices and I am paralyze down
A disappointment I was fooled once more by the Sea Blue Eyes 

To be continue.


Details | ABC | |

We can predict the future

Imagine a field,
Filled with green grass,
With the sun shining on it like a sudden flash, 
Imagine a football laying in the field,
Imagine a brown ball laying there when nothing is there,
Now in reality you have a football in your hand and you throw it there,
Now it's laying there and what you just imagined is there,
Now you have finally predicted the future,
Now you see what you predicted


Details | Free verse | |

Natural Order of things

First rhythm to the beat:
Being honest
Next guest of honour:
Purpose
Following the morning after:
Self-awareness and courage
Break for freedom:
The musician strikes a cord

And echoes the universe it's glorious Love song


Details | I do not know? | |

For Pete Seeger Huddie Leadbelly Ledbetter and Woody Guthrie

For Pete Seeger, Huddie ‘Leadbelly’ Ledbetter and Woody Guthrie


it was a long time ago
when you put your words into song

'this machine surrounds hate and forces it to surrender' you scribbled on your old guitar

and you wielded that banjo & guitar as weapons, 

fiddling out a hail of truth

of solidarity

of angry, vehement calls for peace

you said of Leadbelly, that that Huddie Ledbetter was a helluva man

you sang and spoke through dust clouds and relief lines

you taught us all, to seek out hope wherever we can

and when they tried to call all of you goddamned reds

you sang on ever louder and louder, rattlin' their prejudices as they slept in their plush beds

you rode and you rambled and thumbed your way around

the land that is my land and your land too

for you believed all this earth was shared common ground

and when you sang of overcoming one day

the injustice and pain that you witnessed along the way

they further branded you a commie, a pinko or a nigger-lover or a jew-lover, or an enemy of the state

while your banjo and your guitars continued to surround their blind hate

'this machine kills fascists' you etched on that guitar as well

but they were all deaf, for they could not hear the tolling of the bell

'the bell of freedom

the hammer of justice

the song of love between your brothers and your sisters'

and they knew not that they were the ones who would sizzle in their own bigoted hell

and then came the marches and you were there too

with dr. king in Birmingham and Selma, and you faced their spit, their venomous rage, their clubs and sticks and knives, but you always knew

that your cause was just and that the truth must one day prevail

however long it may take, you never gave up, you sang and you marched and you strummed yourselves, victoriously, into their jail

and then they shot him, they shot Dr. King dead, as they burnt and lynched many more

yet you stood firm, you never wavered, your blood was red after all, and they could not tarnish the truth's core

and so it came to pass, that woody went on his way, to his pastures of plenty up in the sky

and Huddie too, said his last and final goodbye

and you were then one, and you may have felt alone and overwhelmed, by the battles and with all that was wrong

but then you saw that the people were with you 

as they had been, all along

and so you continued to fiddle with that old banjo

dragging it through Newport and Calcutta and Dar-es-Salaam

and through countless unknown halls in numberless unknown towns

across this earth, turning, slowly, putting smiles of togetherness, on faces that were once pock-marked with disillusioned frowns
so...
today as I jot down these poorly scribbled words for all of you
for Woody, Huddie, and Pete
I do so in gratitude, for after all the travails that you've been through
I know that you know that this world still has its fair share of hate, and of loss and of injustice and of gloom
but I also know that you know that though all the old flowers may have gone
there always will be, as there always must be,

a fresh flower somewhere, that will quietly bloom.


Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture

Villanelle: Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture

Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture
No eagle first takes the plunge without daring demon death
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature

Make just one mistake a day in the year and collect torture
Shut the day out alone in shell and court worsening health
Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture

Could the straying baby elephant avoid instant capture
From the pride of lions stalking in frenzied stealth
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature

What original sin smacks not of the mistake of rapture
Where the hapless heart flounders in Adam’s gasping breath
Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture

Were not the juicy fruits Eve bore the objects of rapture
What did she promise more than the pulpiness of wealth
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature

Human error tosses our lives into the churning of culture
Err not and the lives we lead  lead us into the noose’s wreath
Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014


Details | Haiku | |

after noon

dreadnaughts split the sky
whorl motions of atmospheres
merse the wicked sun


Details | Ballad | |

THE FIRST THE LAST THE MANGO TANGO

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS
PLEASE: HONOR THE VERVE!


[CHORUS/START]
ONE-HUNDRED-MILLION...EARTHEN-YEARS...EACH!
One-in-a-HUNDRED-MILLION...EACH!
ONE-HUNDRED-MILLION...EARTHEN-YEARS...EACH!
One-in-a-HUNDRED-MILLION...EACH!
[CHORUS/END]

She-Swings...BOY...DOES-SHE-SWING...SHE-SWINGS...RIGHT!
She-Swings-RIGHT...and-TIGHT...BOY...DOES-SHE-SWING...
RIGHT-TA-LEFT...and-UP-AND-DOWN...SO-TIGHT!
LEFT-TA-RIGHT...BOY...DOES-SHE-DO-IT-RIGHT-'N-TIGHT!

I'd-like-ta-DO-THE-STARS-RIGHT...I'd-DRUM-DRUMMING-THROUGHOUT
THE-NIGHT...STARS-BURSTING-'N-CRACKING...
THROUGHOUT-STAR-STUCK...GOLDEN-BOLDEN-BLUEST...RED-'N-GREEN
STARLESS...COOLEST-'N-ROYALIST...COOL-NIGHTS!

She'd-like-ta-TOO...'CUZ-SHE'S...MINE-AND-IT'S...TIGHT!
THAT'S...She'd-like-ta-TOO...'CUZ-SHE'S...MINE-AND-IT'S...
ROYAL-AND-TIGHT...'N-THE-TIGHTEST...BLUEST-COOLEST-BLUE-LIGHT!

Now...Six Feet Four INCHES...and-she's...A-MILE-HIGH...SHE-REACHES
THE-STARS...SKY-HIGH!
SHE-SWINGS...RIGHT...THAT'S...RIGHT-'N-TIGHT!

[CHORUS/START...CHORUS/END]

DRUMS...AND-CORDLESS...SYMPHONIES...SHE-SPINS-RIGHT
ALL-THE-TIME...NEWEST-AND-COOLEST...SHE-SO-ROYAL!
SHE'S-THE-ROYALIST...COOLEST-'N-BLUEST...BLUE-NIGHTS!
MY...ETERNITIES...OF-ALL...ETERNAL-ETERNITIES!
SHE'S-BLUE-LIGHT!
SHE'S-BLUE-LIGHT!
SHE'S-LIGHT-'N-TIGHT!
SHE'S-LIGHT-'N-TIGHT!
SHE'S-LIGHT-'N-TIGHT!


                              FINALMENT


Details | Imagism | |

Brown

A cat sniffs the crooked brown dough of the sullen moon;
The tempting smell of warm bread seems held by a glass sky
Old age, carefully steps on the glass, always ready to cry
 Like they`d learn again to walk,holding an invisible balloon.

With glassy eyes looking at the strange baked moon,
The large dynasty of the unemployed and ex-miners,
Ecologists and readers of Bible, embarrassed beginners
Cannot "hear at a little distance", in the brown afternoon;

But a short-sighted misanthropist, observed while acting
As a conductor of the strike`s syncopation turned in syncope:
“Even the doctor with infinite awkwardness used his stethoscope;
I think, -because, no one can communicate only through feelings”

The brown cat in the street, shining eyes round about;
All cars seem gathered in the same frozen town;
The only birch tree from the hill was cut down;
Mourning neighbors live in their permanent doubt

To protest against solitude, and so many noisy cars;
And obviously, too many accidents in the town;
“Wait on the zebra…Don`t cross Mr. Brown!”
Lonely crowds, picture of still life with cellulars…

Seasons buried the face in tired brown fountains,       
Long dirty brown drifts of snow and brown sensations
Step with ugly brown clay, and let traces for generations,
Because, cyanide used to pull gold from Red Mountains;
       
Everybody is in such a brown hurry towards nowhere.
Halt!Mr. Brown looks for his cat; the firemen help him to sit.
The cat climbed the moon, ready in a hurry to taste it;
Winter and cat stay with claws out;silence and the brown vault.



Details | Carpe Diem | |

Rise Up

Get up!

Its sunrise

And the army is marching on

No one gets left out

thus, we await thee

Get up!

No more emotional traumas

They shall wish they valued us

Though our hearts beat

we shall show no sign of fear

Get up!

We are still in the fight

We may have being wounded

but our story is not yet over

until our breath is

We shall fight hard

for our people back home are looking up to us

Rise up!

The noise is too loud to be resting

It’s the sound of pouncing hearts

from our enemies’ camp

We shall take the war to them

and not one of them shall be left standing


Details | Ballad | |

Call Me or Lose Me Forever

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L. H. ANDRESS



Hit the books...see stars ON MAR'S SWEET...ask Me!
Class is RIGHT or LEFT...or WRONG-TEST...don't Ask-Me!
CALL-ME...or...LEAVE-ME...ALONE...JUST...DON'T-ASK-ME!

Hit the books...see stars ON STAR'S SWEET...ask Me!
Class is RIGHT or LEFT...or WRONG-TEST...don't Ask-Me!
CALL-ME...or...LEAVE-ME...ALONE...JUST...DON'T-ASK-ME!

When Summer's done...just-for-fun...DON'T...ASK-ME!
THAT'S...when Summer's done...just-for-fun...DON'T...ASK-ME!

Class-to-cool...or...JUST-A-ZOO...don't ASK-ME!
Newness-an-rough...it's...ALL-TOO-COOL...or-a-ZOO...ASK-ME
OR-HER (or-HIM)?

Cash-it-right...or-be-TIGHT...Pops-or-Mom...ARE-YA-ALRIGHT?
Cash...SOS...IT'S...Cash...SOS...IS-IT-ALRIGHT?

Babe...BE-TIGHT...Dad's-ALRIGHT...do-right...an-I'LL-BE-THERE
ALRIGHT?
Kid...BE-TIGHT...Ma's-ALRIGHT...do-right (a man)...an-I'LL-BE-THERE
ALRIGHT?

Listen...You're...ALRIGHT...We're-Okay...ALRIGHT?
Be-Air-Tight!

Spare-the-dime...an-throw-a-rhyme...CALL-ME!
Would-ya...spare-the-dime...an-I'll-throw-a-rhyme...JUST-CALL-ME!

Summer's march-to-Fall...another-beat...ROLLING-TO-THE-LEFT-OR-RIGHT!
ROLLING-LEFT-TO-RIGHT...POSTS-are-DOWN...FALLING-TO-WINTER
ISN'T-THAT-RIGHT?
JUST-CALL-ME...when-you're
ROLLING-LEFT-TO-RIGHT...when-POSTS-are-DOWN...FALLING-TO-WINTER
ISN'T-THAT-RIGHT?

JUST-CALL-ME
OR-JUST-LEAVE-ME...ALONE!
JUST-CALL-ME
OR-JUST-LEAVE-ME...ALONE!
JUST-CALL-ME!
JUST-CALL-ME!

Facts-an-fiction...a-RELIGION?
If...fact-an-fiction...are-a-religion...JUST-CALL-ME!
Facts-an-fiction...a-RELIGION?
If...fact-an-fiction...are-a-religion...JUST-CALL-ME!
JUST-CALL-ME!
JUST-CALL-ME!


Poet's Own Notes:

Do you realize the dream Steve Jobs had still lives?
Steve Jobs really IS MISSED...do you realize that?



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Brake Change

Rotors spinning 
Desentigration 
Gods kingdom 
Deceptive revelation 
Lies built - unto the throne 
Living without guilt 
Dying all alone. 
Callaper grinds 
Whatever she finds 
Like god throwing stones 
Brakes are broke 
No chance to show 
Vehicle now disabled 
Watching us go. 


~END~ 


February 22nd, 2008 

explanation: 

this is dedicated to my sharp bud Christopher T. we hung out all day and tried to change the brakes on his van. Inspiration hit me with 3 short poems I'm posting. It was a good day and I had a lot more fun then anyone else.  Including you ::points out of screen:: what did you do that day? Didn't hang with us, well, 
that's too bad. 
sorry, charlie!


Details | Free verse | |

Musing about Time

He sadly gazes at the wall clock,
frowning more and more as the seconds,
minutes, and hour clock continue to tick away,
assuring him of the diminishing time
that makes the moment of facing the grave
due to aging, to draw nearer and nearer........

He is so obsessed about the irreplaceable time,
that he forgets to enjoy every moment
that he has at his disposal under the sun;
he forgets that his purpose of living is to seek happiness.


By: Teddy Kimathi

Choice of Motif: Philosophical

(New Poem)


Details | Imagism | |

On the heaven mat

They might be many
luminaries on his
face,
And many clouds are
gathered in his lace
But only nights may
wave so big crystal.
Reckless, the stars
roll over the aim
vital;
Black holes, for
nothingness may
call;
On heaven`s mat, the
diamonds fall…

And saints collect
them for later
In the river from
sky; then, as
better:
As those who are
thirsty in the
desert 
Of their life, tired
to dig deep and
alert,
Will find the
searchers of
treasure`s verses 
Once, written by
clouds on the sky of
Xerxes.


Details | Free verse | |

The heart of love

The heart of love is like the ears of the sun
The heart of love is courage
Love listens with courage to care
The courage to tranquilise fear
The courage to be afloat every tribulations
Courage is the wisdom love speaks
It is the air love breathe through
Without courage, there is no love
Courage is wisdom
It is the ear love strive through
Knock,
And love will listen through courage
Love speaks
Speak courage
And love will listen


Details | Verse | |

PuNk, A POEm

Punk
        Is 
            Someone 
                          Like 
                                Me 
                                     Telling 
                                               Someone 
                                                              Like 
                                                                     You
                                                                           To
                                                                               Go
                                                                                    Fuck your self.


Details | Narrative | |

Imagine

If all the things I have right now were taken away and I had nothing left I would fantasize about nature and how beautiful it is. I would imagine that I was swinging on an old tire swing in front of a river. In the river were little ducks and I would go feed them. In my life right now I don’t think of nature that way. I think if my freedom was taken away I wouldn’t take it for granted the way I do and I would know how much it actually means to me. I would also imagine my family getting together for my family reunion. We would usually have them in September. My aunt would make her fancy white cake topped with chocolate drizzle. My grandma always made her jello cake; I still don’t know exactly how she makes it. The others would bring KFC, at least three boxes full of chicken and fries. All the kids would sit together and play games and laugh as we threw food at one another. We would have a game where the kids lined up from age 1 to age 13 and you would get to pick a prize appropriate for your age. I would always get stuck with bath soap and tooth brushes.I take a lot of ordinary things for granted and I think a lot of people do but they won’t admit it. Sometimes I even take life and my freedom for granted. I think that if maybe we wouldn’t take things for granted like the trees or our freedom that maybe our lives would be a lot better and things wouldn’t happen the way they do. I have lived long enough to know that it won’t happen, nothing happens the way you want it to. Just a few months ago I lost my grandma and I couldn’t do anything to help her. I took all of the things she did for granted and now that she’s gone I miss her. She used to make this tuna casserole, it was just amazing but I never told her just how much she meant to me. I think if I would have told her that more then I wouldn’t feel so guilty or depressed that she is gone. I never told her what I needed to. If people could use the words of John Lennon “Imagine Peace” and actually think about it then maybe the world wouldn’t have to end because there wouldn’t be any enemies, murders, drugs, none of the bad things would have happened. If we could have just accepted everyone around us for who they are and known that one day we all have to die, we could have stepped back from it all and said I had a good life and I don’t regret any of it. I think it’s no good to step back from something and tell yourself that you could have done something to prevent it.


Details | Imagism | |

Again

It`s all white roundabout and white my soul,
So empty and without the tender hand
Of my mother playing her last role
On the stage of the life on the white land
Of my boyhood asking me to gather the toys;
Fact is, I cannot recognize you at all;
Fact is, I can move my arms, thing that annoys
Because once I was so handsome and tall;
I was…but I don`t remember who am I!
I don`t remember the sound of the speech;
I don`t remember the rhymes of my own cry;
I don`t remember the signs from the beach.
I don`t remember the taste of the tear;
I don`t remember the color of the seasons;
I don`t remember the size of something I wear;
I don`t remember once I had some reasons
To live among invisible things and words
That seemed to go far away, far away 
Letting the wasted earth covered by swords
And giant bones of white bears that say,
They say a farewell to this old iceberg;
Built from frozen hearts, frozen hearts
Gathered at the Faculty from Heidelberg
Where I was learning to play darts 
With the whole philosophy`s leaves…
The sea of your eyes covers the round stage.
In a tender embrace of the white waves
And now I am caught in the strange glass cage
I play with the times` snows`invisible ball;
Just the traces of my steps on the snow;
In the white desert,and vainly I call
The white snowflakes that suddenly grow
In long drifts that the wind never could stop
To gather as white walls of the labyrinth,
In which I still hear like with a stethoscope:
The echo of the world`s unconscious mirth.

From all those, it rested but your good smile, like then…
Nevertheless, poetry may be a new beginning, again.
                    
 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Soul's Fight

A  Soul's Fight

The soul faces what the stoutest heart dares not to speak
dark spirits that make our knees wobble and voices squeak
Battering rams plunging in rhythm against castle's gate
shadow voices accusing and promising such a ghastly fate!

As the last rays of Sun's golden light creeps slowly away
the invisible servants of the Dark Lord rise up to play
With each darkening hour so very much stronger they grow
sharpening claws, teeth and screeching everywhere they go!

When the sound of the house clock striking at midnight
serves to cheer them on to ever greater songs of fright
Draw your courage blade and cut deeply into that horde
make them feel the pain and slash of truth's best sword!

Cut out the great fear they carry around to use to seed
the horrors and scary thoughts sent to make you plead
Loudly announce as you send thier defeated asses to hell
that it is courage and truth ringing freedom's liberty bell!

Robert J. Lindley  07-13-2014

Inspired by a haunting dream I had last night. Fast asleep my soul fought a 
valiant fight! The battle's ending I may write soon ...... as part two...

A Soul's Fight the Battle Ends.....................


Details | Lyric | |

Shame

Full of shame
You will feel no pain
Playing in this messed up game
Worry about tomorrow
Cry tears of sorrow
Your faded past will always follow

Scarred Eyes, Shattered Heart
Blackened Soul, Disfigured Mind


Details | Free verse | |

Babies and Kids Struggles

Everyone in the world thinks babies and kids have no struggles we are wrong.
We forget the hardest times of our lives is when we were infant our hearts beat a song.
When we were hungry we would cry, little hands could not grab anything that lye.
We had help to hold our bottles and we felt so helpless in our everyday struggles.
Our eyes did not open till the time that we were able we saw everything huge in size.
It made our heart throb fast and nothing made sense for all the words were gurgles.
The little ears we had we did stress with sound so loud and so unknown made us cry.
The fathers and mothers with kind word almost calmed us while they whispered.
They held us with fear, we had fear just knowing that we could not handle stress alone.
We grabbed things and we just wanted to hear the heart beat of our mom and dad.
That was the only thing in our minds that made us calm and glad.
The first touch of rough skin and strong hands were most comforting, yet scary at once.
Trust gradually grew when whipped our mess and hind ends, which were still scary.
To the large people out there the mind of a child is so simple but they still struggle.
They still need food, love and security that is all they need to grow.
To their lives is what they cling and no one is there to protect them from sorrow.
There are less fortunate kids that never get to hear their mothers and fathers hearts.
They soon empathize with everything around them with an emotion that struggles.
When sleeping on our own we cannot defend ourselves so we have fears.
That's why we cry nightly to sigh relief, we get exhausted and we run out of tears.
Remember the times you seen a child fall down their first step or bump into things.
It is scary when knowledge is lacking and get into things, which are a signs of struggles.
Children is future, it is nice to just watch them study, play and learn who they are.
Babies and Kids smiling, playing loud, and just sitting, they are still people they struggle. 


Details | Classicism | |

Who has the heart and courage

Who has the heart and courage
Wins at the end
To the top
Don’t stop


For man was born for a reason
So he keeps dreaming
And has a vision
Through that his mission


Yes people ever did it great
But you can do it greater
For there is no one greater
And none is lesser


Every one has it
But nobody has it
So make good use of your time
For whom you become



Is beyond understanding
That we still searching
Be who you are
Go as much as far


The storm may hit you
Life might be crooked to you
The battle might be sore
Stand still, don’t fall


But be courageous
Be serious and stay focus
For who has the heart and courage
Wins at the end




		


Details | Free verse | |

Dont marry looking through immature eyes

Be careful, dont marry looking through immature eyes and marry an immature mate

Take heed to SOME signs: when they winning, lying, cheating, hold dumb grudges, easily unforgiving, aggressive tones and communication shut downs. When they hit you, belittle you, talk harsh to you, when they show disrespect of any kind to you. 

These are clues of an immature mate 

Where only the immature eyes overlooks this with denial

Immature Eyes wait and grow

Take heed and don’t marry that immature mate

Maturity is saying no to this immature mate and being strong enough to walk away

Maturity is willing to walk through that hurting heart break 

Because you know one day it is going to be okay

For you should not marry that immature mate, that will cost you greater, and exceedingly, and abundantly, way more heart breaks than today’s

We need to love ourselves, learn and create ourselves

Mature and wait, wait for your God sent mate.  


Details | Free verse | |

YOU IRRITATE ME

I hate you!
You Irritate me,
But I like you,
For No Reason I'm Falling for you.
 
I don't know Why,
I don't know How,
But I like this Feeling,
This Feeling I feel for you.
 
As much as you Irritate me with every Simple Things you do,
I smile and the reason is Those Stuffs you Irritate me.
 
So as you know I've been liking you for awhile,
Although you never knew,
It Takes Great Courage for me to admit,
I have to fight my Shyness to do so.
 
I can't stand a Day without Talking to you,
A Day without you is an Insomnia at Night.
It's Hard to Explain. You Irritate me,
But I Love you.
 
I never thought I'd Fall for you,
I never thought I'd Like you all over again,
But Guess what?
Here I am. Head over Heels of you.
 
So Let's say that,
Theoretically, I really Like you,
and Theoretically, even though it sounds moronically cliche and Overused,
You give me Butterflies.
 
And just for the Kicks,
Let's add that all to the Theory Ofcourse,
You may be one of the most wonderful people I've met.
and Hypothetically,My Heart Beats 10 times Faster when I see you.
 
Do you think that you would supposedly
and in the most Theoretical Sense,
Feel the same way I do?


Details | Light Poetry | |

For Me

 I look beyond the night and day, and see how people pull away.
 I have the picture in my mind, and I see it to be kind.
 With all the troubles that come my way, I kneel down and pray.
 For all the people that have done me wrong, I keep my wits along.
 Because of this I see things blue, and I keep my ways true.
 It keeps me strong for all to see, who I am for real is me.
 Just to pull one day to another, to me is not a bother.
 So one thing I would like to say, I hope you accept me and be Okay.


Details | Light Poetry | |

All Cried Out

I can't cry...not one tear..even though my heart feels torn, shattered and scorned...its been stretched this way and that...pulled, plucked and stomped on...but I can't cry...not one tear...my heart is heavy..but yet full of Love...ready to burst and explode the moment its thought of...feels like its all done in vain...just because..just for fun...its all a game that I won't run from...I can't cry...not one tear...my heart trembles at the thought of not having someone to Love...its so big and has so much to give...feels like an orphan...and no one wants it...but I can't cry...not one tear...
I've cried so many tears...stayed up so many nights from the feeling of neglect all these years..I'm all cried out. I've cried my last tear...no more feeling sorry..no more feeling unworthy...I know my own strength...until the man that should have my heart captures it...it shall remain the same...full of joy and confidence.


Details | Senryu | |

Vibrant and Childlike

My light never dulled 
Oh, I have a childlike mind
Ah, I cherish it!


Details | Lyric | |

Foullen -Part One-

A mansion sitting upon a hill
Two men walking apart from eachother
One is part human the other is creature
Kaz, Half elf and half human
He walks slowly in the woods 
Kicking stones as he walks
His hands gripping the inside of his pockets
He feels something coming

Walking slowly behind him
Sniffing his scent
Foullen,  a full blooded vampire
Pale skin, blue eyes that sparkle when his black long hair falls upon his face
He wraps his arm around Kaz's waist 
Pulling him backwards
He places his lips unto Kaz's neck
Sinking his fangs into him
Kaz trying to get away
Foullen holds him down

Once he is done feeding 
He pushes the human to the ground
Only sniffing his human scent not even knowing about his elf half
He runs off leaving Kaz in pain on the ground

He would smirk looking back as he runs
Running into the mansion
Slamming the door behind him
He would say hello to his mother
And sit perfectly in his chair
Wipping the blood from his teeth

A few hours later 
A man knocks at the door
Foullen would answer smelling a familiar scent
He lets him in seeing the wound on this mans neck

He would softly say hello holding his hand out and smirks at Kaz
"Hello Kaz" He would say
Kaz looks up at him "you know who i am?"
Foullen would speak "Yea i did drink your blood after all, you have been a target for some time, i always had an eye on you... you always seemed special-
Kaz looks up at him confused "me?"

Many days would pass and many conversations were held between Foullen and Kaz
But many do not know what was said all that was heard was Foullen and Kaz got close and became friends and over several years another journey between them would soon begin 

(stay tuned for part two)


Details | Ballad | |

Beef Bean Pork Chicken or Just Hashin It

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS




Aspen to Maine...London to Rome...Tok-y-O-to Mars
And Mars to Venus'...outter-stars!
When your mixing bowl...is...set...just-right
Cars come rolling...and the Stars...in their cars...PETAL-TO-METAL
To reach your stars!
FIVE-STARS...when the recipe is...SET RIGHT!

Beefy-guy...cheesey-girls...ALOTTA-HOT-AIR
Baking-it-Right!
MIXED-RIGHT!
Fruity-Cakes...and a Cheese-Cake Princess...ALOTTA-TO-MATOES
Baking-it-Right!
MIXED-RIGHT!
None-of-your-business!

It's a FIVE-STAR-DINER...in Pink-Champagne and Ice!
THAT'S-Nice!
It's a FIVE-STAR-DINER...in Pink-Champagne and Ice!
THAT'S-Nice!

Beefy-guy's STRO-GAN-OFF...ING...'NOTHER-GOLD-EN PRINCESS!
Beefy-guy's STRO-GAN-OFF...ING...'NOTHER-GOLD-EN PRINCESS!

MIXED-RIGHT...Danger's...Only a Silly Name
In a Gameless...RECIPE!
MIXED-RIGHT...Danger's...Only a Silly Name
In a Gameless...RECIPE!

Mahi...Mahi-A...a-LOTTA...HOT-AIR!
When a tasteless BURGER...WON'T-DO!
SET-YOUR...DO!
Golden-Spurs-'n-Saddles!
Riding...TO-A-SUMMER-SET...TING...and-Wonders
When Stars-in-Cars...Come-Rolling...To-an-Endless-Summer!

Mahi...Mahi-A...a-LOTTA...HOT-AIR!
When a tasteless BURGER...WON'T-DO!
SET-YOUR...DO!
Golden-Spurs-'n-Saddles!
Riding...TO-A-SUMMER-SET-TING...and-Wonders
When Stars-in-Cars...Come-Rolling...To-an-Endless-Summer!

Tacos and Stars...Stars in Joints...Joining Together
In a Mixing Bowl...A RE-CI-PE FOR SUC-CESS!
Tacos and Stars...Stars in Joints...Joining Together
In a Mixing Bowl...A RE-CI-PE FOR SUC-CESS!

PLATING A BOWL...Mixed-Right...it's just beef, beans, pork, chicken
Or Just Hashin It!
PLATING A BOWL...Mixed-Right...it's just beef, beans, pork, chicken
Or Just Hashin It!

A-RE-CI-PE...A-REST-AURANT...It's-FIVE-STAR!
A-RE-CI-PE...A-REST-AURANT...It's-FIVE-STAR!


Details | ABC | |

Candle wood Playhouse

I miss that old playhouse of brilliant plays 
And when I used to go see a show 
Vintage but very classy 
And I miss my uncle rod 
Who used to be when he was young 
The brilliant wardrobe man agent 
I miss him and this playhouse that is no longer 
They tore it down with no money to keep alive 
And all that is left from that old playhouse, 
That built my uncle Rodney is a picture of him 
Standing with his friends like Vivian Blaine bob Cummings and shelly winters 
All I'm left to cherish is their photos in a journal 
I hope my uncle see's in heaven 
Just how much he inspire me to write 
This is to inspire him 
With all my heart he and the playhouse 
Will always be remembered through time 
Blows a kiss to the night sky 
As I live to tell their stories 

By Brian Otoole


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Sounds that create magic

The best melodies are found in the darkest places.
Fire that crackles light into every life,
Waves that roar in the night,
Stars that twinkle brightness in a sky of gloom.
The light that is weary of silence.

A soft touch that erupts in the soul,
The rage enclosed by the sound of emptiness.
In sends a chilly whisper, through ice sickle tongues.
It gets hard to fight, the burning impassions,
It comes closer and closer, stomping its way,
Swiftly and gracefully, grazing through me, over-powering,
A horrid, bone-chilling, shriek then,
Poof.
The monster is gone, hearing a pin drop could have made it leave.
My fears are gone, my hearts pounds, hands sweating, I grasp my face, 
Feeling my ears, I smile, I’m grateful for that sound
It’s like magic; it masked the monster it created,
 The sound of magic has fallen to my ears and,
 It will now serve and protect.


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LEARNING HOW TO LOVE

LEARNING HOW TO LOVE

I want a love that’s different, from every other one.

A kind that keeps me dreaming, and will never make me run.

Every woman wants, a fairytale of her own;

But it’s hard to keep believing, when only lies have been shown.

Love means so much more, than smiles and lots of laughter;

Life has us convinced, it’s happily ever after.

Maybe to most it is, but how are we to know;

How does one let down her walls, when love has left her low?

It may not be so easy, to push burdens aside;

But after all, this is life, and we should enjoy the ride.

We have to get past, every hurt we have been through;

Starting solely with finding, the strength that’s within you.


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Poetry

Poetry's an after-thought.
One put aside for life.
A record of your being.
Some would say your strife.

The day you met a woman
when words led to a child.
The poetry of living-
a life no longer wild.

The tree where you proposed
where all the poet's see.
It's limbs to make a verse
to say the heart is free.

The sun on the horizon
A floating ball of rage.
A clock to set the wind~
a poem of the age.


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Socrates

Oh dear heart alive!
Will you free me from this circular prison?
The everlasting soul
Whimpers
In her corner with no hand to hold
All the motions resume
And the virtue of men remain unresolved
Wandering through the poet's art.
Green is still green under the sky's unfaltering blue.
If only her hands were smooth
Then life wouldn't be so cruel.


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Embers of Time

They burn away people's ages,
just like the way pages
of a book get engulfed in flames;
the flames slowly swallowing all names.


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forhead kiss

Can't nobody tell me how I feel.
The way I feel this feeling.
This feeling is real yes she knows the deal.
That kiss to her forhead signed the deal.
My heart skips beat when she's around.
But when she's gone that pain is so strong.
Yes, yes, yes this love is real
Yes, yes, yes that's just how I feel.
I want her to know how I feel.
I want her to know how much she means to me.
A blessing heaven sent an angle of love
Turn my dark days to light.
 Brought my heart back to life
Showed me what love love was
Showed me what love is just when I thought it
Was through God sent you what a blessing from the
Man above I never felt true love like this.
To your forhead I end this with a kiss.


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Lined With Gold

A very old vessel lined with gold
They tell me it is very old
Within each crack a story told
To fix this treasure mighty bold
And from destruction's door paroled
A new master work to behold
Its future now is not foretold
A keepsake to forever hold
This old vessel all lined with gold

Written 12Jan14 for contest Kintsukuroi sponsored by Roy Jerden


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Her Breathless Eyes

Last image I sought was your breathless eyes,
Fighting in fear against the strongest current.
The force of your love for a Godless man.
I have watched you fall bloody on your knees,
Tears careening down your swollen cheeks.
Saw you last as you bent your head, looking to the ground.
Remembering you like a Queen on her throne,
 stronger than all oncoming armies bent on war.
A force to be reckoned with;
A place where my heart belonged.
Now you sit in the dust while I tend your broken heart.
And wipe the waste of human desperation away.

Last image I sought was your breathless eyes,
Fighting in fear against the strongest current.
The force of your love for a Godless man.
I have watched you fall bloody on your knees,
Tears careening down your swollen cheeks.
Saw you last as you bent your head, looking to the ground.
Remembering you like a Queen on her throne,
 stronger than all oncoming armies bent on war.
A force to be reckoned with;
A place where my heart belonged.
Now you sit in the dust while I tend your broken heart.
And wipe the waste of human desperation away.


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BEST FRIEND, SUSHANT THAPA

                                  BEST FRIEND SUSHANT THAPA


my smile and sad differs to him
my happy and wins refers to him
he is like a poet for me
because he is lust like me


Little thin so handsome my friend SUSHanT
always smiles and admires me for good
laugh in happiness and serious in sadness is his best 
otherwise i will be half and cant get a friendship test


His excellence differs for me
his reputation and life refers to me
he is just a friend for me 
because he is just like me (My Nearest And Dearest Friend Sushant Thapa)

                                                                             DIWASH SHARMA
                                                                             Roshani.E.B.H.S.S
                                                                             SYANGJA, NEpal
                                                                             PROUD TO BE NEPALI


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Initial Eastern Song


JUST one
staring at the bottom, so clear,
want to know the deal
why this squeal?
ha, the girl on the glass screen.
I acquaint with the hasty hearts' beat
'my expresso is bitter sweet'
I sing for you: black pearl
on my lips don’t leap 
...


Details | I do not know? | |

Addiction

Addiction

So many things that buzz around,
But in my head there is no sound,
I can’t think or even feel,
I don’t know what is fake or real.

No more sometimes and wasted nights,
They always end in this mental fight,
I need to free this I need to see,
That what I’m doing is not me.

The strength to fight this flees away,
Yet in my heart my courage stays,
I must get better it will begin,
I will cleanse my heart from this sin.

And though I write with a doubted heart,
I know there is more than just one part,
I can change and you will see,
Just how much you mean to me.




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you

inspiration, lack of skill,
wood working bandit, gallops,
standing, world freely spins,
out from the stream a new breed of death begins.


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Mind Body Game

There's a movement down South,
where smoke comes creeping from beneath 
our feet.... emptying 
pockets which never had much
to begin with.

You can see what we've written-
our bathroom stalls read
'Do something for the hell of it... anything...'
The messages are clustered around depictions 
of stick-figures having gay intercourse.

Money, how unintentionally they lied to us,
saying it's a means to safety, to lead
us to a soft sweet grave under the willow. But we SEE
how it's our only way to chase that fire.
We're not afraid to burn, having lost
our religion in younger years and bigger numbers. 

Our concept of hell 
is only that it doesn't last... nothing is free
from the fade. Beauty's worth everything,
'til the presently mysterious fabric 
of time collapses, and all that was etched in stone
dissolves like smoke in the wind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Prisoner

Prisoner
BY HEROLD OSMOND OWOSEB
I dare not say that I am innocent for I am not 
I have committed a crime
But my delinquency is contrary to felony
I have committed a crime of goodwill  

My transgression may not require the compensation of a custodial sentence 
But I deem it necessary to be jailed 
Furthermore, I implore thee to let me hang by the tree
For I find no a reason to walk any longer 

For too long I have carried the burden
Too long I have held on to this love
I have loved uncontrollably
My whole heart I have given unto thee

Though I am dubious of thy thoughts
I ponder on what to do
Locking the door is painful
But no longer can I wait, for a shooting star on a cloud-covered sky

                                                                                                     29 November 2011                                                                                          


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How Lovely

How lovely, isn't
It, to have an 'off' switch, shotty wiring
And all,
And a presence lined up to ****?

They are always there
To cauterize the wounds of emotional castration
Without desire to examine
The blood pattern forensics,
Chalking the splatter up
To an affinity towards Jackson Polluck. 

Tears are to the meek
As injury is to the bold,
Chastity is to pureness
As promiscuity is to curiosity.
And what
Supplemented activity relates to the character
Defect of an over-eager search for validation?

How surreal a menagerie constructed from
Syringes full of sunshine.
Currency crusted by blood in place of worth,
Hopeful scribbles of the pale and placid carrying
Small flecks of over packed bags under the eye
Can seem when sunlight filters through rose colored lenses;
How frighteningly apparent
Connect-the-dot freckles and
Spasms of the left cheek and 
Teddy bear smiles and
Xylophone ribs and
Bits of skin ghosted from lips become
When refracted by a Narcissus pond—

How I m p o r t a n t,

How appropriate these sentiments:
Perfect companions for the rolled-up-carpet's journey
Of finding permanence along river bottom
Set into the silt and framed with waving algae:

A'voir, piggyback consistencies,
Meet oblivion in shreds
Blown out the back end of the skull
In the instant chapped lip worshiper meets collarbone shrine.

Such ready to leech services are no longer
A necessity
In the four hours of chemically enhanced rawness
Stuffed with bile and bruise and suck and lie
Hollowed of meaning,
Save for the proverbial cholesterol of hope clogged in pores.

But I awake in numbness,
Cold and invalid,
With my head pressed on Doubt's chest
And my fingers knotting in its own
Begging to be warm again.


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behind closed doors

(something I just wrote I don't know what to call this exactly lol) 


no one understands that the forbidden door stays locked for a reason 
no one tries to wonder why the door was locked in the first place 
only thing that comes to mind is how to open it.... 
behind this forbidden door is a warmth and love that wants to be set free but is locked away by fear 
fear holds the chains with a force that breaks the heart of the one who seeks the warmth and love behind the door 
paying no mind to the warnings that is given not daring to listen to reason and just turn back to safety 
one seeks the warmth and love that's locked away by fear 
gazing upon fear itself the one does not falter the one does not quiver but stares in amazement and wonder 
the closer one gets the tighter the chains lock the more fear is in control 
fear laughs and mocks the one who seeks the warmth and love behind its forbidden door waiting for the one to get closer in order to break the ones heart 
still gazing upon the door and the chains the one gets closer and closer 
fear has tighten the chains so tight that fear began to get ready to strike 
fear had enough of the one persistence and struck the one with all its might making sure the ones heart will remain broken so to not see the one ever again 
but the one just stood there and had a victorious smile 
fear turned into confusion and the one came closer to the forbidden door 
the one pushed away the chains of confusion while gazing upon the forbidden door the one began to open it 
no one understands that the forbidden door stays locked for a reason 
no one tries to wonder why the door was locked in the first place 
only thing that comes to mind is how to open it.... 



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Midnight Candles and Oil and Rain

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI




Your...sweet smile...'n-the-rain...lightning and rain!

Flashes-of-the-past...that...smile-'n-the-rain


In...the-sun...the...glow-of-pain...all...went-away...
In...big-huge...waves!

Your...sweet...strong-hands...asleep-'n-mine...
From...all-that...pain...in waves!


Midnight...candles-'n-oil...in...the-rain...and...when...
It-rains...it-pours...an-oh-boy-does...it-pour!

Midnight...candles-'n-oil...in...the-rain...and...when...
It-rains...it-pours...an-oh-boy-does...it-pour!


A TEASER!!!


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ignorance is bliss

standin on a corner he looks up to the sky
his phone rings as he steps into his ride
no time to think
when it rings its because do's on the other side
red and blue
panicked, frozen like a mannequin
flashing lights he catches on the other side of his panaoramic view
wondering if its for him
then realize it just the paramedics crew heading to what'll never make it on the 11' o clock news
paranoid
wonderin if he ever got caught by the blue, what he would do
like i siad no time for that, 
rent to pay
with nothing on the dinner plate
this time next week, he just may be sleeping in his back seat.
no one to comfort but southern comfort
good guy just on the wrong side 
misguided when life put him on the sideline
no one to guide him right
but his mind
while he walked on the wild side of the life many choose not to sight
turn a blind eye
to what they dont see as right, but i guess thats just life
a pool of water overflows the bath tub because his own foot
covers the drain
you paved what you walk on today
if you ever wanna live better
dont be the reason why your seasons never change

seeing nothing but rain in his plain 
consumed by the pain that rarely escapes from him
an apiphany hits him
a bit delayed but soon to be appraised
he wants out but never knew how
he tryed callin his father 
but that man diddnt even bother 
he never really fathered him to begin with.
so it really wasnt something he cared to level with
learned his lesson, way back when
your just getting the message
considering how long its been
he thought redemption would have been ready for collection 
still theres a long way to go

aint it beautiful?
how bliss ignorance is?

remembering the time he showed his report card to his mother
and how happy she was
tellin him he was bound for anything he set his sights on
but to always tell right from wong
at that moment. curtains closing
its 3am
witching hour for the superstitious
but an hour of power for a man to put stitches to his scars
pick himself up off the ground
head to the lost and found
just to find everything that made him who he was 
before what is now

ignorance is bliss
an he knows that now


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Merging Thought Into Words

I am just a man
working an unused imagination 
into a trampled frenzy.

While you, a fellow sufferer,
on your own road
have chosen to drop in.

We'll visit relics and museums.
Places where we played together
when we were boys.

Some people say
that men never grow up.
Well O.K., we'll
remain boys and play
the same games again.

May God guide us
in glorious transition
as we merge our
independent words
into one coherent sentence.

Stormy weather
that will soon pass
and be as if
it had never started at all.

Let's pull our
pants down
and
pee our names
into the muddy snow.


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fear and doubt

i gave my hand to take her
and together we built a home!

leaving her to make the fire
i went out to pick fruits, nuts
and more to cook
and a blanket to cover!

next morning, to go out
again to gather 
i looked for my razor
only to learn another hand
in my absence, has removed
his facial hair
increasing also burden in my heart
sowing seeds of fear and doubt
to grow on my face!


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Move Beyond The Mold

So Morality is guided by a compass
Who engineers that compass
Does my true north bears south and my east to west
can we see beyond the basic conduction of a decision
as a compass is only as strong as the material it is built with.

Actions are based on philosophies
philosophies dictate principals
A Principals weak point is dogma 

A principal is only valid at the time of conception
What factors have changed
What factors have not changed
Why does the love  affair between hypocrite and principal melt so deep


Logic is my pathway to righteousness  
righteousness  and morality should then stand on the same pillar of strenght
Why then are they so far apart
What is this fallacy

To connect the dots of another mans soul 
why cant they connect to mine
All I want is a relation
Yet my logic does not convince 

Blame goes to the synapse
the pathway created by the mold I was poured into
The hand that was never there.
Creating righteousness that could not be challenged

Where do I go to be to transformed
I am screaming  to spill over my mold
Yet limits are dictated
Do i not get a say


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Wonder Kisses

       Wonder Kisses

Passage of sweet kisses spreads
Repeats in a heavy breath
Blossoms in myriads of violets
Wonder fills, coveys her mysteries 

                                The Passion of The Jue Ju poetry contest
                                Created by: Earl Schumacker – on 7/24/14


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DRAWING A CONCLUSION

Sketching - shading
Drawing  a conclusion
Imaging hues
In focus with  my eyes
Visualizing- 
Establishing texture
The pencil glides - experimentation
Emphasizing - I create art
With element of surprise
Measuring
Thoughts are relevant
Expressive

Challenging
Creating, bringing meaning to sight
Seeing shapes- objects
Imagery appears 
Thus what focused LINE
Bringing to completion
Creating the reflections of personality
Hence, I am creativity.


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Writ of the Wistful

Do not shy away from the pensive mind,
for in its depths some peace you may finally find;
don't be afraid of the soul filled with thoughts,
rumination one of the few cures for the heart's toughest knots.

Sometimes one must just sit, and let themselves . . feel
what's coursing through them, what's going on, what's real;
situational awareness is never enough for what's inside –
pay attention to the self, if you ever wish to turn the tide.

One must let the strains of thoughts run wild,
to the fields of pain where your woes lay piled;
on these expeditions of the spirit, to put them to rest,
one may find with tranquility they suddenly are blessed.

Let the heart your mind's eye fill,
with what now means, what's come before, and what will;
with the images of your true self - the memories of yesterday,
events of today, and projections of tomorrow; with your way.

Do all this, that has been writ,
and so may your path be lit.
There is no promise, in this, of calm, of peace,
but you'll forever know true emotion - life's sweet release.


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Intellectual war

Awaken in the midst of a war
Shaken by the catastrophe
Forsaken by the Lord
Sometimes it saddens me because we catch these bad dreams
These fractured philosophies
We are practicing immodesty
Judging demographies, is this autonomy, or a theocracy?
Tracking the rainbows path
Reached the pot of gold
And realized it was empty
This whole journey for what?
Sometimes it just gets me
We are trapped in the flesh
A head full of bad memories
A heart that's been over-stretched 
A soul that has been immortalized, you could easily forget, a credit line of 
neglect and disrespect
A spirit that has been tormented and drug through the woods
And left to die silently, no one can hear his cries, no one could see his 
good
No one understands him the way they should,
He has these wings on his back and he wishes he could
Extend them and wrap around the universe, 
And preserve this jewel


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The Other Language


There are words that avoid the paper,
That hides from the pen,
That detest the ink,
That cannot be typed down,
That I cannot grasp

That is my heart,
That speaks without letters,
That still comes to life,
That articulates when let so,
With the language it invented,
With a vocabulary that is pumped through my blood.


© Gry W Christensen


Details | Ballad | |

POETRY

Inspired by nature, divine art
Light feathered, no care who listens
Pleasant sight, in chorus they whistle
Early by my window they visit
With voice so tender, inspires me

No words but tune so polished
With inspiration I keep off guitar
Calm on stage I speak my heart
Simple rhythm for words to flow
With voice so tender, say it more

I could rock, pop and boogie
But need to send the message across
Lest you query the loud piano
Word by word I speak for my people
With voice so real, they too said it

Its beautiful, like evening ocean water
Calm that the heavens too borrow share
Words sweetly rhymed no sweat to cut
Smile after smile, the crowd gets the message
With voice so clear, it all gets said

Its all in poetry where wonders amuse more
Eagles leave the skies, fishes float on sea
Park goes quiet, no beeps no horns
Like national anthem to a countryman
With voice so sweet, they give ear to

Stare at nature, it writes back the lines
No head scratching, the flow overwhelms
Don’t force it, its natural gift given freely
On stage crowd awaiting the next line
With voice so natural, I give the poem


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Antiquity Born

                   Antiquity Born

Formed from chemical reactions on the tongues of infants
Tales with meanings, without letters were born
Hatched under desert rocks with bones in evolution
From grunting cave creatures
Human family members if memory serves 
Records from that time came by word of mouth alone
Tales to tell their stories without words emerged
Evident on stones in color and design
Etched bold enough to hold them throughout time
Old words are thicker than the past told
Through symbols, pictures, codes formed in antiquity 
Tools tell their story without the use of letters 
Ancestors return from history
Brought back to life
In images in form in ancient art


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Achilles Abides

Watching mundane seconds tick away
Linked together they form passing years
This flimsy chain around my neck does not betray
Nor can my stinging eyes squeeze back the tears

Dreams begin to float out of my reach
Tormented by what makes me so distressed
Losing many of my hopes I feel besieged
Yet still reflecting on the way my life is blessed

The silence puzzles me and pierces with its thunder
The foundation bucks the shaking of its core
What God has joined together no man puts asunder
The waves are beating hard upon our shores

Weary eyes look towards damp clouds and search for light
Desperate to feel some warmth deep within my bones
Will its brilliant glow supplant the bluish night
Giving a sneak peek into the great unknown

Chasing those rainbows now seems like wasted time
The pot of gold was a seductive ruse of lead
Perhaps we were just lonely partners in crime
Caught up in reveries we thought surely lied ahead

Waiting for the stars to fall into my hands
To turn this to profound from the surreal
Nobody but the stars can understand
That I’ll fall victim to my poor Achilles heel


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passion

i will speak my heart and my deepest concerns,
not allowing my heart to feel shut down anymore,
and in this openness i know many chances i'll take,
searching the Lord with all my heart, doesn't mean i won't make mistakes,
this is the ground,  we open up to see,
challenging us to love one another unconditionally,
opening my heart, flaws and all,
forgiveness and understanding, i'll sit through it all,
some may call this stubborn and naive, but make no mistake,
through God's love and mercy i'll love you anyway,
the strongholds are seperate from who we truly are,
so yes,,,you can call me a dreamer that looks past the scars,
opening up to watch God's love move, i can't sit stagnant,
even in the midst of difficulty, HIS love is my passion.


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Got Jesus?

 

A simple life is all I am wanting,
But the past can sometimes be painfully haunting.
Mistakes we make as we take life’s stroll,
Can later on be a stumbling block as we struggle to reach our goal.

With age comes a little thing some call wisdom,
And hopefully when you reach that magic age you wont look back with a heart that is cold
and numb.
The very thing I am most ashamed of at this very time,
Is not accepting Jesus in my life when I was young and in my prime.

I think of all those wasted years and that emptiness in my heart,
When I was too busy making money thinking this was my only part.
One side of me was saying I was a good man and a good dad,
While the other side silently knew I was leaning heavily to the bad.

Pride, silly pride can turn any man into a fool,
If his life is not right, pride can be hurtful and cruel.
Some wear it like a badge of honor but it can wear heavy with time,
And make it hard to reach the tops of some of those hills we must all climb.

Those that know Jesus can thank their lucky stars,
He should be the center of all our attention in this world so vile, and bizarre.
The good news is as long as we are still alive,
And ask Him into our heart His love will never leave us, only flourish and thrive.

GOT….JESUS?


Details | I do not know? | |

The way

I embarked upon a mission to fulfil my ambitions,

but got lost along the way meeting strangers with

experiences of awe. I got swayed back and throw,

meeting a man who had loved and lost. His wife is

now a ghost. Twenty years have passed and he just

knows he will be reunited with his true love. Then the

boy who tried to fly in a last effort just to feel, now

realizing he's not made of steel thank God that he

survived. There was the lady with fourteen grand

children with her love spread yet always equal.

Every date stored in her heart, a diary there was no

need for. So my ambitions and goals have holes, some

like the stars are out of reach. Yet I realize now what's

beneath the stars underneath the sky. Our experiences

shine on and that's where our futures lie.


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Me and Mine

My heart is love,
 As hopeful as the white wings of a dove.
 I hold out my hand, ever satisfied with just enough.
 Caring and wise, strong and unified
 With each and every heart, each and every friend
 I take their heart in mine
 And love them for all time.

 My soul is music
 Watch me dance.
 I hear the rain drops fall.
 I hear the leaves in the wind prance.
 Each moment a song,
 Each minute a symphony,
 Each glorious sound lasting an eternity.

 My body is time.
 Always showing where I've been,
 How old I am
 Be it wrinkles or the youthfully smooth skin.
 How easily changeable is the thing I live in
 I treasure it, lest it come to fail me at the end.

 My mind is mine
 To think what I will.
 My own to remember the memories where time itself stood still.
 My consciousness was hard won.
 All patience to influence is gone.
 I will think how I want, and maybe my idea's will live forever on.

 My heart is love.
 My soul is music.
 My body is time.
 My mind is mine.
 All of these things, I find them divine.
 They are who I am,
 They are what makes me me.
 And, to be honest, I think I can live with that quite happily.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Language of Dark

The knife entered his chest as his last breath exited his lungs

The drive of the cold steel blade was inserted without blame

As the bleeding hand that did the deed released the handle

He could hear the final gasp of air escape with a name

The last effort that was whispered silently was "Bariesous endeiknumi ekeinos"

As the killers hand pulled back in shock and awe

He could not believe the words that were spoken to him

The victom was a lifelong advocate of the church

Now laying dead on the floor he had no one but this lost soul that ended his life

The killer felt something relieve his cold ways and instill fear instead

The fear of passion and remorse took over his body

"Hinati apodidomi ekeinos archo" he exclaimed in his native toungue

This was the language that all power spoke to their followers

This was the language of disbelief

Now the one that stalked and executed the follower of the Lord

Was no longer allowing himself to follow any other

The dark one that sent him to end the life of a dedicated speaker of church

Thought to himself why must I follow another 

The man I killed last words before he was to meet his leader

Controdicted his ways and form on this earth and time

I refuse to follow another to do their deeds

I feel remorse for what I have done

As the killer stood over the victom he raised his bloody blackened hand high

Gripping the knife that entered the holy chest as if it were a snake from the garden

He lunged unto the cold smiling blade as it entered his beating heart

As he fell onto his victom to pass into the next

His last breath that was released to noone was

"Diabolos endeiknumi ekeinos"





Translations: (Ancient Greek to English)

Bariesous endeiknumi ekeinos = Jesus did this to me

Hinati apodidomi ekeinos archo = Why must he say this

Diabolos endeiknumi ekeinos = Devil did this to me


Details | I do not know? | |

Modern Society

Ages, eras
Pass on by
in essence
Time flies

But what have we come to
As a society?
Simply falsehoods
And false piety?

Sorrow, hate
Ruined fate
Terrorism, controversy
As of late

Do we really comprehend
The effects of our defects
The implications
Of what we elect

What we elect
For society to accept
What eventually reduces us
To ignorance's depth

From everything now
Today, yesterday, and tomorrow
It seems as though
The default emotion is sorrow

But not all hope is lost
For there is a light
It may be in the distance
But there is one cost

We as a society
Must choose to resolve
Our immorality
We must dissolve

We must vanquish
All hatred and conflict
That we create
And that media depicts

Maybe if we take this
One step at a time
We may step out of this abyss
Out of this paradigm.


Details | Free verse | |

Country Cemetery

It is the way the light
Filters through the gum trees
The way the rows of graves
Reflect a certain reverence
The way the crosses
Cast a shadow
The way the magpies
Drink from the puddles
In those shadows
The way people dress
Formally and respectful
The way young children
Restlessly wrestle with
The somber atmosphere
The way we reflect on
A life that might have been
The way the pastor
Shoes the friendly flies
That makes it what it is. 

In the soft wind
And the cool breeze
Our prayers rise up
To resonate eternally
And life goes on
As we walk stronger
Into the future
Of whatever comes our way.


Details | Rhyme | |

Sublime

Lost in the world ,
where i used to live,
standing near the sea,
on the cliff.
The heavy tides ,
slapping hard on rocks,
as if trying to make them stop,
make them stop from dying,
like they did,
stop them to fall off that grid,
in memory of those who jumped from that cliff,
surely they must have heard of that myth,
its just an odd domestic tiff.
In the mildest , greenest grove,
out of the calm of the coldest air,
inside the swollen and lonely cove,
i saw them standing there.
A little while later , with the clouds all grey,
i went on moving,
a little bit astray ,
the sun redeeming light,
as if punishing itself,
for what they have done,
for the matter of proving oneself.
Black silhouettes dancing from pole to pole,
i thank whatever god's maybe,
for my unconquerable soul,
beyond this place of heaven and hell,
wherever i may be at,
is a place which appears to be entirely well,
and the world beyond all that.
If i were gone in another life,
i'll knew that earth would spin,
i won't cry i'll just survive,
an escape from the world i'm in.
Shall i dwell in the dark forest?
or shall i seek the kingdom by the sea to see,
the reason i'm here,
is this the place to be.
Lost in the world,
where i used to play,
now i want to run,
it was like yesterday when i wanted to stay,
if i could see this glorious land once again,
which now prevails in my dream,
through the eyes astounded by beauty,
on the ending gleam.
Closing my eyes i am back from where i begun,
touching the seas and the mountains,
sublime like sun.


Details | Rhyme | |

Aim

making up for years of lack,
unable to speak,,the heart held back,
oh, how it looks so selfish and absorbed,
as if seeking attention, the heart wants to love more,
unexplained, you just do as i say,
as if losing the freedom to speak, a voice at bay,
"simon says" was a cruel game to be played,
it stunted my growth as if i couldn't understand the directions he gave,
so here i stood, always striking out first,
to stand to the side, to watch and observe,
and it wasn't so bad to just watch and see,
because next time i just told the better player some strategy,
i wasn't on my tippie toes to wanna jump back in the game,
so then i started to strike out on purpose, ide rather help motivate the game,
sure enough, simons game got old,
there was a new game in town, "Twister" unfolds,
highly motivated, my favorite game!,
Parker Brothers,,i commend you!! you got the right aim!!! ;)


Details | Classicism | |

thankful

thankful for who i have in my life at time i feel doubted with no hope but my 
words calm me down like a zan to cope god looking down with me with 
enchanting wisdom that will last forever what happens with my success i go with 
flow like the weather never given up dreams i am may be in special needs but i still 
can succeed took me a while to break out the shadows but now im free finding 
my meaning showing my colors high but mistakes could end me like a drive by


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.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Bardstown Road at a Glance

The old, the new barely meet on the street of Bardstown road, yet diversity so unique, from Cherokee to the rarity, stepping forth in time with the antique structures surrounding you, from magnetic tape recordings to punk truly a highland of culture. The Victorian and the shotguns the two guns blazing an electric mix of the streetcars undesired prelude to hate Ashbury a lower height, thinking how Hunter S. Thompson may have mumbled a few gonzo words, on the way to decadent and depraved Kentucky Derby but where was I. The greasy spoons all in a row, out wrestle the dining rooms but the salons collage with saloons, somehow the college student gets passed the culture shock. A young man sits at the bus stop his guitar propped on the glass, maybe he is writing a hit single or maybe just hung over, as a young girl in a miniskirt with a quick flip of long hair and a glance over her shoulder hurries somewhere. My friends just want to look at girls and crack a joke or vice versa.
 On a white board scribbled meet the author of Cornbread Mafia sometime in November. There is just a strange feeling about this road, as the politically correct are begging to slay the political satirist, like a living far side cartoon, making  a statement, about which is more corrupt.They say, it takes one to know one but even more to know what you are not . Will corporate media continue to slowly suffocate journalism, with wet rice paper slowly, layer upon layer until journalism is dead? Then they will come for individual’s rights of free speech like a snail over a razor blade until the sword rusts with mucus. This began about Bardstown Road but ends as a Bard, a Town and a Road.


Details | Imagism | |

Negative Dialectics

The wings of the morning follow the song,
The hope and colors these flowers belong.
The same wind running the clouds,greeting the stars
The wind-watcher in the rye and the saints in altars
And the long yellow field with red poppy fills,
Where the poet`s heart dances with the daffodils,

Drawing the heaven`s curtains in pensive mood 
Waving the handkerchief, the bliss of solitude,
Around each thought, you see, a big cloud grew
Memory of pain shrived all in the infinite blue;
The diamond of will as it cut the horizon`s line
In the world`s representation that is not mine;

In the grass, there is a beetle, so little like a thought,
A real glimmer of hope as it was recently brought;
Each ego discovers himself like grass` inward eye 
 Each blade of grass awaken by the wind`s cry;
Sometimes, the wind plays with your golden locks;
There are thousands of somersaults beyond the rocks,
Maybe find the old traces that flout tradition; 
As you try to achieve something positive 
By means of negation and finally retrieve
The same flowers in the same shy green fields,
The invincible rusty swords hitting the shields
Following the first spears with similar reaction 
As help to “cross the frozen waste of abstraction 
To arrive at concise, concrete philosophizing”,
Negative Dialectics charts such a crossing 
As substitute for the unity principle`s ring,
Praise worthy attempt`s strength used by 
Other constitutive subjectivity that may try 
To bring the experience to the real meaning
In the current state of the ontology reigning
At the other side of the new relation emphasized
As old understanding and immanently criticized 
Out of the need for it, that adds its own mission. 
Calling a negative dialectics and a new position:
Like flowers that lose their real beauty in time,
Several categories retained with their rhyme.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Anthem of Audrey and Alice

A day that passed a time ago amongst the glory of all mankind 
lived an angel thy Audrey from Athens who's heart was in twined, 
Oh indeed in a time of the finest of kings, and the duchess and queens, 
For Audrey to love in the likes of she, indeed in all was not to be, 
For Audrey of Athens who cried for one's love, to hold and to cherish,    
Whom she found in the likes of Alice of Abington, oh indeed such a merit, 
But who's to dwell on such the dungeons of this timely parade? 
For one such as Audrey to hide away her mask in this gathering of days, 
Oh such a yearning cries out of her heart for the one she holds so dear, 
To whisper the songs of love in Alice's ear where no one can hear, 
To taste the tingle in one's lips, and the breath of curious wonder, 
As bare as they are the two become one under the growling gods of thunder, 
How can one such as Audrey of Athens pronounce to the world, 
That it is true love in which was found, indeed in the likes of another girl, 
In the heart of Alice from Abington whom she cries for till death, 
As now the lonely angel from Abington waits still sitting on her lover's front steps.


Details | Free verse | |

Stained Glass

Staring blankly at the borrowed shapes
glistening the sun
a madman's diary of a voodoo queen
a condemned language

Picking up old pieces
a new language takes shape
focuslessnes of digits of difference religion has made
i begin to think of younger and older men's differences of opinion

The same game of life
too hard to truly define
naming the similar delusions of reality
seeds of worst case scenarios
becoming mankind's own undoing

Fear itself in different forms isn't what it appears to be
insecurely abstract of futures unknown
reincarnates art a language of souls,'
the present life adds up to this point, where the past life chose for a future
that was and now is
bringing to life the reality abounding
 to change the confusion once forseen

Fear of success
leaves me planning to fail
the easy way out a dead end
the delusions of mankind i have borrowed stuck in my head
looking for the way out of planetary insanity
the past and present similar life lessons
to ensure we win our own logical lottery after all
a familiar mindmaze deadlocks


Details | Ballade | |

A leaf on a marble plate

  A leaf on a marble plate,
  an angle hushing behind swollen grass
  and resting still, in place
  
  Welcomed to every party
  her boyfriend is always late

  Under great sky arches
  black silken lace and angel face
  so softly at everyone glances

  Long lashes
  flashes of truth


Details | Free verse | |

Cartomancer's crime scene

soo many blessing bestowed
upon ferile soil where the weeds do grow
musnt spoil the soil
let them grow
for even though in the summer after the spring
after April showers
there wil be may flowers
and not everyone stays a weed

Past of the present
the future that we live in the dreams of the past
our past adding up fast
so we create more dreams
sold down hope and floating
floating away on our rubber raft

cartomancer's crime scene
translations of poetry to be engraved and never forgotten
enslaved to this curse of language and alphabet
build it so it falls
the rapture of language will bestowed upon us all
speachless to say the truth
so unbelievable
no one would believ us even if we could actually say so anyhow

where to from here
lessons learned
threats encroaching near
possible threats to bring to tranquility
more to love than hostility
one shoe left at the cartomancer's crime scene
the hands inside your head
fool hearted eulogies

only soo many blessings, for there to be
on which lucky few
should i bestow them

it makes me wonder from time to time
as invisibly present they come to be


Details | Free verse | |

Banana John

There once was a banana
he did not have a nana
until he got a name
john was his name yay


Details | Free verse | |

Jerusalem expensive

Jerusalem expensive 

They took her by force and took it from under our feet They went out 
We love and we want, but their weapons in the Muslim Tortured us 
Cry day and night, and between their hands do not want to stay 
Notifies the sadness calls, every human being by a drop of blood Islam 
Youth killed aggression, and an orphanage in the streets of pain 
Children of security they want, and the Zionists speak the language of blood 
Responsible for watching the war, and organizations suspicion that they are incorrigible Peace 
They beat us and tortured us, and armed Dmrona and Okhavona 
Moved O Muslims, and all fighters Belongings 
What is the value of the life he leads Denied, and of belongings you ban 
Enough of humiliation and deadlock, Your cooperation to return You  
God is in favor of the right, what you just have to go ahead and fight 
O Muslim, there is no saddens blow ...... 
The higher the oppressor, Fall become more painful .......

Muslim proudly 



Author : Omar Hachmi 


http://creationsomarhachmi.blogspot.com/


Details | Crystalline | |

Iconic Test

put your fingers on the chest:
this is an Iconic Test-
you will intimately see
your Highlight Identity
flying from the Human Tree
like a Stork who”s inspiration
will restore an Old Migration
all the void will surely be
just a slightly blurred sea
and you”ll be at home so soon
and your head will be the Moon.


Details | I do not know? | |

Snapshot

Zooming out, I take it all in- the big picture
Is this what you thought it’d look like from the outside after everything was said and done?
A flawed image of our wasted youth
I pan in; seeing the fine lines of your words scribbled across the page
Did you mean them, or did you mean to just fill the empty spaces of my heart with false 
intentions?
I crop it, making it seem perfect to everyone else except me
I’m the only one who knows the truth- cutting off all your lies to make you appear infallible, 
isn’t that what you thought you wanted me to do?
Preserve your precious reputation?
I can’t be sure of you, but I can’t read your mind. 
I feel cornered in your intoxicating atmosphere which swirls about with deception and greed
I breathe it in and it burns in my lungs
I’m becoming something I always swore I’d never be
This air smothers the flames of my inner most thoughts, swaying me into believing your 
every word
I am under your spell as you swear you have me tucked under your wing
How did we begin to soar, even when I knew we were bound to skim on the sea of disaster?
I’ve become a jealous conniving monster
Hungry with desire for something that only temporarily satisfies; your love
It seeps into my soul and wrecks the film of memories taken by my mind
The perfect image of you is gone forever
In its place a gaping hole 
I’m at the bottom of it, waiting for the bucket to carry me up from the failure of this lost 
wishing well 
I call but no one answers
I may drown in my own apathy before you come and save me and help me remember how 
to feel anything at all
It’s a cycle, I know
But I can’t help but continue to trust in your saving grace- you save me from the darkest 
demons alive in my heart tonight
A more threatening force than you could ever pray to be
Who should I let hold me hostage? 
The jail cell in my mind?
Or a place in your arms?
Is one more costly than the other?
I will never be sure, but I know I will always be indebted to you
My greatest joy
My biggest downfall
And my best mistake
You knocked the wind out of my sails, and sank my ship
I now drown in your love
Calling out your name to save me from myself
I feel my last breath escape from my lungs
I am now your corpse, floating lifelessly in your shallow pond of pride


Details | Rhyme | |

new year

here comes the New YeaR
And its time to make resolutions
For I promise to be sincere
And bring in me a revolution
In class I’ll talk less
In studies I’ll surely progress
All my lies I’ll confess
I’ll go to play with egress
To my friends I’ll be kind
Have my character refined
To a helper of mankind
With a sound mind
I’ll follow my teacher’s advice
Regularly I’ll exercise
My mother I’ll idolize
Beyond doubt I’ll civilize
These are my resolutions
To bring in me an evolution
To follow them I’ll try my best
Until then I’ll not rest


Details | Ballad | |

Poi Bowls of Sweet Seaweed

Copyright 2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI (ANDRESS)

Dedicated to ALL WORLDS CREATED BY THE 'TRUEST...FIRST...LAST...
AND ONLY SOURCE OF LIFE---WHO CREATED ALL 'SO-CALLED' Gods!'


Take...an-orig-inal...RECIPE-FOR-SUC-CESS...an-what/you-get
IS-A/SLAUGH-TER...OF-LAUGHS!
Take...an-orig-inal...RECIPE-FOR-SUC-CESS...an-what/you-get
IS-A/SLAUGH-TER...OF-LAUGHS!

From-the/EAST...to-the/WEST...IS-A/PURE-MIXING/BOWL!
And...from-the/WEST...to-the/EAST...IS-A/CO-MING-LING
OF-DING-A-LINGS!

From-the/EAST...to-the/WEST...IS-A/PURE-MIXING/BOWL!
And...from-the/WEST...to-the/EAST...IS-A/CO-MING-LING
OF-DING-A-LINGS!

IT'S-A/PURE...JUG-GLING...OF/POI-BOWLS-'n-SWEET-SEA/WEED!
IT'S-A/PURE...JUG-GLING...OF/POI-BOWLS-'n-SWEET-SEA/WEED!

A Tropical Storming...UNDER-HOT/FLASHES-AND/ROYAL-TEAS!
A Tropical Storming...UNDER-HOT/FLASHES-AND/ROYAL-TEAS!

It's...ARTHUR/AND-HIS/WHITE-NIGHTS...and/PRINCE-and-PRINCESSES!
It's...ARTHUR/AND-HIS/WHITE-NIGHTS...and/PRINCE-and-PRINCESSES!

FROM-AN/ISLE-OF/TROPICS...TO-A/EUROPEAN/MIXING-BOWL!
FROM-AN/ISLE-OF/TROPICS...TO-A/EUROPEAN/MIXING-BOWL!

A-European/comedy...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES...
THAT'S...A-EUROPEAN/COMEDY...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES!
A-European/comedy...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES...
THAT'S...A-EUROPEAN/COMEDY...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES!

A-European/comedy...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES...
THAT'S...A-EUROPEAN/COMEDY...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES!


Poet's Own Note:

Title songs to an original screenplay by Thomas Lam Hsi (Andress)!


Details | Senryu | |

Dreamers

Reaching for the stars
But falling to rock bottom
Just to try again


Details | Verse | |

The Prestige of Portrait People Preserved in Paintings.

Pickled like gherkins in vinegar

Crystallised forever in sugar

Set and translucently Jellied ...

Hung like smoked, salted meat

Pigments crushed from earth
brushes from fine animal hair

Is it because they freeze
the sitter's image which

survived as the best image 
of the sitter for millineums?

Linseed oil Egg tempera hand
mixed by devoted apprentices

Were paintings used for 
communication to the viewer

Eyes moving behind the paintings..

before humans could read 
or write?

To capture the likeness prior
the invention of  photography?


Details | Rhyme | |

Lost Love 2

      Lost Love 2 

I’ll slip back one day
Precious past and fear
Wrapped in thoughts of you
As dawn draws near
I’ll fall in what was love
Again I’ll hold you
In my heart of hearts above
A long way down now
Drop you in a tear
I've held for years
And wonder how
What was then was never meant to be
And what is now
To what always was
Lost love    


Details | ABC | |

Change my mind

I thought that i forgot what I should should do with this,
I want to be able to use it,
I want to be able to explore it...
taste it,
feel it, 
change it,
twist it, 
turn it. 
But first I have to find out what it is, 
Is it worth it,
Do I still have the ability to?
Can it satisfy me?
I'm sure I can,
Does the magnitude of self-esteem show on the outside?,
Is change so translucent that I've missed the mark?
How can I determine the in-evident?
Should I ponder on the strange and awkward moments?
How does philosophy underestimate questions?
Some things are not as evident as they seem right? 


Details | Rhyme | |

Passionate quest

I have went on a passionate quest
chasing stars around the moon
caught upon hunting dreams
silky web entangled in doom

lessons learned with delusional blunders
unexpected turns with unforeseen twists
emerging from mistakes half beaten 
but damn it life has taught me this

destiny willing there is tomorrow
try not to put off needs of today
pay attention to peoples eyes
look for souls who light the way

enjoy these days I am given
finding beauty in worst of times
tomorrow shall be another blank page 
new chapter in this novel of life

pain is around every corner
whether physical or in our mind
whenever possible let negative go
breath
smile
be kind

look at the elderly in awe
for they have made it through
this crazy thing that we call life
without them there would be no you

we are all alike more than we know
ships passing by in the breeze
all of us chasin dreams of hope
in life theres no gaurantees


Details | Free verse | |

Outside Jesus Town

       Outside Jesus Town 

Old man dusted off his hat and whiskers
Polished off a tumbler of red wine
Continued baking in the California sun
Outside the town of Jesus, just east of it, before the mines
There to finish his raw sculpture of a sandy rusted man
Bent over, sitting on a worn out stool
The desert followed the old artist 
It is everywhere
He blended in with it
Black hat and shirt were not the best apparel for the heat of day
They are the only clothes the old man owns
He scavenges the dried out lands for metals
Rusted iron is the best to build the sculpted figure
A monument to life out there on prairies
Where heat and art and wine take part in nature
And pull it all together from the dark
The white bearded man with tumble weeded hair 
Stands contemplative just east of Jesus
Planning his next rusted man
But blinded by the noon day sun

Created on 12/05/14 for- East Jesus – Poetry Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Caucasian Jesus (Angel of Sadness)

On a mission to find and crucify this character
This savior, your white Jesus
Crusades tease my anger
Especially if the picture they paint
Is of someone it truly ain’t
Searching for my savior, your saint
Jealous that photo doesn’t please us
On a mission to find and crucify 
This image portrayed as white Jesus
Whether it’s good times or dark trials 
I bow my head and pray to this image of arched smiles
To this cross I was too, like you and you, dedicated
So many times I summoned your blessings yet you hesitated
The preacher always said
Only one hovers above my head
Snap shots of my flesh, never knew peace in this casket
Satan, my commonly know bastard
As an outcast, a lonely loser, I’m orientated
As a carefree orphan/foster child, I was educated
Forehead being massaged in olive oil
Faith suddenly falling after these morals 
In this church as one they pray
A sinner’s kiss, when it hurts, we fail to ask for another day
Entrepreneurs, now we outcast is crooked, but major
Writers imprint with real names of plagiary  
As government seeds we’re slayed together
As enemies and old friends
We schemed and played in weather
Scenes from my grave
Kissing toes, means goodbye, to them heavenly gates I wave
If I’mma make it to hell
No further questions, only tears stop me from being cremated
Fire and tropical storms, everything the sea hated 
Walk these oceans to calm these skies
He who looks from above teases my lies
Only as a mortal, matter seizes the eye


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

CONJECTURL AMBIT

																	       
The earliest thought- I was a blind rock: mineral feeling of an uncut idol, my pressed wings induce a false sleep. I don't trust me as part of a building because my frozen nerves are still related to bloody business and my stability depends on old things' roots. Like a snail in the memory's spiral I make slow circles in a Levantine tower, living places are overlapping to form an upright	native land, a growing mirror with all my moments in a wintery evangelical succession, annular heads raising from a well where peoples' liquid mind mix. I can hardly bear it, wearing fancy clothes I try to cover the mythological Meat, the inhuman side of the flesh, the anatomic stains. Drinking tea I clean my conscience, oh, lovely furniture and fine art objects, do you realize that I'm completely happy in your  abstract presence? Do you realize that you keep my eternity in precious fragile eggs? You bloom at the end of the matter, you touch the other sky, the brown heavy sky polished by silvery cats-indefinite slippery  ideas about beauty, the intimate effort of a deeply ploughed woman in order to cicatrize herself. The meadow's malachite door is open, I can see the primary glaucos mass of terrible friends, butterfly marrow, the  viscous veins of raw angels, my negative steps under the ruined house, our unforgettable bodies swimming in the magma. So, I'm a resting beast   between fish and bird, nothing is totally seen or totally heard, this light Protection, the transparent humanism is the only glamour of the organism.


Details | Verse | |

I LAUGH AT YOU LIFE

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Details | Ballad | |

Somewhere My Heart Also Bled

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L H ANDRESS-ZEISS



Are-hearts-like....................RAINBOWS-'n-POTS-a-GOLD?
When..............SUMMER-FELL..................my-heart-DIED!
'Cuz-if-you..........................DIDN'T-KNOW......'He'-LIED!
And-when........SUMMER-FELL..........a-reward/WAS-SOLD!

And-what-SHE...........DIDN'T-KNOW...........YOU-WERE
THAT-SILVER/LINING...................at-the-end/of-the
LONGEST-STORM...........and-through..........ENDLESS-NIGHTS
My-heart...................DIED.........................'Cuz-'He'/LIED!

If.....................VALHALLA-ever-did/exist.........IT-WASN'T
FOR/ME!
HER-SHIP/sailed..............and-mine/didn't..........did-'He'
Care..................That-Somewhere-My-Heart....... BLED?

If-Beauty..................COUNTS...............Then.....DOESN'T
MY-HEART/BLEED..................Because-I'm/BEAUTIFUL
TOO!
If-raptures.............and-blue-currents........and-swirls
Of---------HOPELESS/DREAMS....................COUNT
DON'T-I/COUNT-TOO..................my-heart-was
Stripped........and-I/Bled....................Till-I/DIED!

And-when-I...............SOAKED-'n-DIED........and-a
Cotton-Swab...............DIED-'n-THE----DARKEST
WELL-OF-THE/HOTTEST...................TUB-of-ALL
TIME............................my-tears-did-they/fall
Till..............THE/DARKNESS-FELL.......and-the/color
Of-my/bath.............BLED................and-I/Died!


TILL.....................'YOU'-LET....................HIM
CALL!
And-'You'.................LET...........HIM........CALL!
And-that-Rainbow..........FELL............TO-A/POT
OF-PURE/GOLD!
And-I-was..............SOLD-AND-FIN-NALLY/SOLD
And-now................I-know/'You'...........DIDN'T
LIE!
GOLDEN-HAIRED................AND-BEAU-TI-FUL!
A-Match-Made-in.......................HEAVEN!

A-Designer-and-a...............GENTLEMAN!
He-Advocates.........and-Swears......TO/ME
AND-JUST/ME!
He-Sings-The/Sweetest-Songs.......and-he
DANCES-TO/ALL-NINES!
He-Rhymes-'n-Sings..............A-CLOWN-OF
ALL-TIME.....................He's-cute-'n-a
CLOWN!

Is-he....................SUPER...........or-just
A-MAN?
Does-he.................Love............or-has
He-just...............................WATCHED?
LOVE-'n-ME...........................IS-SUPER!

[Continued on Next Entry to PoetrySoupCom]


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HEART CONDITION

My heart dances before you oh God
you have placed my feet on the rock
with it’s notes of music my heart has thawed
as the sources of truth I stalk

Prior to you my heart was unfed
with every string of Cosmos you weave my cry
born into mankind already dead
I bow to your law I will comply

I hear the tempo of the sound
the blast of the trumpets peel
moving forward from quiet to resound
his judgment as hard as steel

I’ve fallen into the hands of the Living God
nothing so fearsome have I yet known
My human heart is so very flawed
though my fondness for truth is grown

Perfection of heart is what I desire
but looking in the mirror I do see
I know in truth it’s what you require
I do seem to effect it imperfectly

What does it mean to say God is Love
with Love and Truth within is power
why at it’s alter so many are awed
and it’s apex among men will tower

sources Heb.10:30-31 Col.4:12
1John

copyright 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Tumultuous no, Pulchritudinous Yes

I
Started to ignore the words around
The souls uprising from the ground,
ignore the people on these phones
the sounds unwanted from everything

Even I ignored,
knocks on doors,
and all the uncanny things from their mouths, 
see the things people don't see
On screens, and TV
they need to notice
the empty sandlots, and everything,
down to the size off rocks.

I use to didn't see 
all interesting things, but
I do now evermore,
proud to say aloud,
stop and look around the world, cause everything, can
mean something to you,
as everything now does to me.


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How does YOUR'S FEEL--

Hearts just want..to feel. 
Like your body needs caress'.
Hearts will fall..real hard.
It's love that it expresses.

Hearts are often open. 
Sometimes hearts are closed. 
Hearts can feel afraid..
of what a person will expose. 

Hearts just want to feel.
They are touched when someone cares.
Our hearts fill up..every time.
When someone really shares. 

Having a heart is..one thing.
Giving with your heart..will show..
..empathy and compassion.
That help us grow..you know?

A heart breaks..when it's hurt. 
A heart breaks..when love is lost. 
If someone's heart is cold..
help them to defrost. 

Hearts feel so much. 
Sometimes it's hard to describe. 
Never purposely wound a heart..
be fair..I ascribe. 

So show your heart.
Love someones heart.
See what it can reveal. 
Having a heart..
is a way to start. 
A Heart just Wants to feel.


Details | ABC | |

IN THE DEAD MAN'S GRAVE

Behind the died man's grave 
I saw many reasons to live
And dance merrily to the shinning sun.
In the died man's grave
Many terrible and horrible
Voices echoed out their angry voices of 
Unfulfilled potentials.
There, wisdom weeps and laments for not working 
According to the ten principles of life
Knowledge flaps it wings and dance emotionally 
Destiny came roaming about naked 
They said the grave yard is the richest house
Now i know perfectly well because 
I saw potential came to me
In a sackcloth howling bitterly
Then i asked him why he weeps.
He looked up and his tears visited the ground 
he  told me that men had failed to use him
Because of their mind set and weakness
I looked into his palm and saw how smooth it was
How men had not touch it for thousand years 
"I ye men believe not in your selves" cried he
Then fear answered him happily
"I torment them all And they heed to my torment"
Then went he up rejoicing
as i walked farther i saw fate in the corner
Anger and battered like a harden criminal
Then said he to me, men are stubborn
I decid for them but they disposed my decision
I worked hard to channel them but money they all need
Music in my heart i bore to satisfy them 
But to no avail, so i gave up.
The next i hand them over to death humbly
In the died man"s grave 
There are many gift untouched 
Indeed it is the richest house ever
My heart aches and a drowsy cry deepen 
One hour past i still remained behind the grave 
NOw i have woken up to learn beyond 
That i know in a died man"s grave


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HEART CHECK

Invited to an American President,

An European Doctor,

To a hospital painted in red,

Not to check his heart,

But to check he has one!


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The Metallurgist

Master smith, forgeman, what do you make today?
What great image from the past
Fashion you with love from iron out of common clay?
Whose profile proudly you cast?

I see the roaring fire, and hear the hot bellow blow
See the thongs the metal grip
The bulging muscles like mountains in ebb and flow
The hammer firm as tightened lip.

A masterpiece will come from this, an icon for the eyes
Man shall behold and feel uplift
The genius brings us closer yet, it's almost paradise
Strike the iron now and be swift.

Strike the iron for now its hot, mould it to your taste
Strike, for striking makes it hot
And tardiness the energy banging only will waste
Mould man's image again, in this spot.


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Flight And Crystalean Visors Bronze To Blue

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI ANDRESS
(Chinese, Vietnamese, French, German, Italian, Russian and Lithuanian...
'Three-DNA' Tests Show!)(Currently...Six Feet and Two Inches Tall...on my
way to Six Feet and Four Inches Tall & 250 lbs., AND, eight-and-one-half inches
'Down-Under' THICK TOO!)



Long legs make NO SENSE...when the MUSIC is OFF BASE!
And when the RAT RACE...doesn't see RIGHT or WRONG!
'Cuz the RAT RACE...is THE WRONG RACE...!
If the WHIRL and TWIRL...is OFF BASE...!
GET ON BASE!

ROLLING TO THE LEFT...AND ROLLING TO THE RIGHT!
GET ON BASE!

Unroll that parchment...to see A DIFFER-ENT FACE!
DAMN THAT RAT RACE...get onto FIRST BASE!

ROLLING TO THE LEFT...AND ROLLING TO THE RIGHT!
GET ON BASE!

WEREN'T you meant to be FIRST PLACE!
DAMN THE RAT RACE!

WHIRL AND TWIRL...or go OFF BASE!
ANOTHER RAT RACE...tounges and LIES!
'NOTHER...F'ing...RAT RACE!

GREAT-NESS AND DESTIN-Y...F-THAT-RAT-RACE!
GREAT-NESS AND DESTIN-Y...F-THAT-RAT-RACE!

ROLLING TO THE LEFT...AND ROLLING TO THE RIGHT!
GET ON BASE!


PITCHED-RIGHT...DOWN-AND-OUT...KNEE-TO-HEEL!
PETAL-TO-THE-METAL...DOWN-'N'-DIRTY-'N-HOT!
TOO-HOT-FOR-YOU...TO-HANDLE!
I'M-TOO-HOT...FOR-YOU-TO-HANDLE!

PITCHED-RIGHT...DOWN-AND-OUT...KNEE-TO-HEEL!
PETAL-TO-THE-METAL...DOWN-'N-DIRTY-'N-HOT!
TOO-HOT-FOR-YOU...TO-HANDLE!
I'M-TOO-HOT...FOR-YOU-TO-HANDLE!

It's My Flight...and Crystalean Visors...Bronze to Blue!
My Flight...and Crystalean Visors...Bronze to Blue!

PITCH IT RIGHT!
PITCH IT RIGHT!


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MUM, I WANT A TATTOO

from my book and inspired by personal experiences

THE COMPLETE NICK ARMBRISTER POETRY COLLECTION Volume 1 1996 - 2013

Copyright 2014 Nick Armbrister 
ISBN - 978-1-326-06399-3

MUM, I WANT A TATTOO

“Can I have a tattoo mum?” 
That was the question I asked 
and the response was unprintable. 

I only want one or maybe three or four. 
All my mates have them 
and most of theirs are home-made messes. 

I want a proper one by a talented tattooist. 
I don’t want “Love and Hate” or “I love mum”. 
I want a panther or a soaring eagle. 

I believe it’s called body art today. 
It’s so brilliant: all I want is to be part of it. 
Well, screw it, I’ll have one done anyhow!





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MY BEST HAND

your my guild
and theses or know lies
your wises
have prittey eyes
your my chart your smart
with you i can stand
your 
MY BEST HANDS


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Conversations with Sandstone at Khajuraho

As the sun sets over your naked postures, bringing
twilight into Kichak’s frightful mouth, and yet, still you,
all of you, continue to dance in the dusk of eternal love.
It is hard to not bear witness to
Our own inconstancy, our own transience,
etched on the ticket of a bus we are to take at midnight. 

As the digital camera freezes you in its pixelated frames,
and the heavily accented Guide builds legends of you
in our eyes, through imperfect stories made in
the edifice of a malleable past housing a broken hourglass
under the skies of collective memory.
It is hard to not bear witness to
our own inconstancy, our own transience
etched as an old love poem written for a forsaken beloved
not very long ago.

As stories seep into each other, while you continue to attempt
to fuse bodily, soulfully, into each other, how much ever,
stonily, and all of your life’s spectacles
play out in front of us slowly, very slowly.
It is hard to not see our Quotidian reflect in pieces 
of your Eternity, and your eternity played out as
a break from our mundane; else, how are we to 
fall in and out of Love again? How are we to
live, die and learn to live again?

As you visit our counted dreams with a 
casual strut of a by-walker; and trespass our delicate
dreams with stubborn virtuosity from a time
that does not even exist anymore! It is hard to not
witness you make a mockery of Time
we clutch on to so dearly; by filling the vapid timelessness of our dreams
with infinite time; the lovelessness of a half-empty bed with
infinite Love. 
In short, 

This, my dear, is just not done.
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Haiti My Nation

Haiti my mother no beauty comes close to yours. You 
who gave me pride, you who gave me strength to seize everything that is 
possible in life. You are now at your weakest point only to prove to 
all that strength is not about size but it's only the bond that binds 
your children together. I am forever grateful to call you mother, I 
am forever proud to call you my home land of birth. I am forever proud 
to be born and grew up next to you; I am forever looking forward to 
one day return to you. Who am I to be without you, for you are my birth 
stone, who am to be if you didn't strengthen me to face my adversary, 
who am I to be if you didn't build me to have so much pride in my heart, 
you thought me to never allow people to walk all over me. 
You thought me to be proud of whom I am. 
Seen you struggling don't bring tears to my eyes but only put hope and courage in my heart for 
the best is yet to come. Though there is pain and sadness in your children's eyes we all want you 
to know you are our heart and what keeps us going. To quote one of your greatest line 
l'unio fait la force. Many might believe we forget what's that stand for as we 
are look today in our times of need your sons and daughters can never 
forget what is engrave in their blood for we all forever remain 
Haitians; as we come together to support each other to pray together we 
thank you dear mother. We Haitians are grateful and proud to call you 
ayiti Cherie. We are not mad even though we are sad. And in our sadness we 
shall find strength and courage to move forward for a better future.


Details | Terzanelle | |

RELENTLESS

A void bellows where my sense used to be, 
compulsion to slip pound coins into slots, 
an urge to consume much voraciously.  

What once I did, I must strive now to not, 
snatch from false hungers a life that will sate 
compulsion to slip pound coins into slots.  

When will the aching abyss, fade, abate, 
how can this soul, macerated amend: 
snatch from false hungers a life that will sate?  

Stricken, panicking child splashing deep end, 
kept from success by fear's crocodile-snap, 
how can this soul, macerated amend?  

I search for some tool, some bright cage to trap 
jagged brutality, parasite bile; 
kept from success by fear's crocodile-snap.  

Bone-tired, I go on to next battle, while 
a void bellows where my sense used to be: 
jagged brutality, parasite bile, 
an urge to consume much voraciously.


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The Invisible Man 31

There is no force that can take me from this darkened, wretched place,
Maybe once many years ago, someone special, a girl with a heart of gold,
Only she would have dared touch my shoulders when I was scared to go home,
With courage a brave friend who thought it not courage, her heart so kind.

A friend shone in my mind and glowed of hope in my brutal childhood days,
She and said one day we will be together always when my hope was hopeless,
Taller and much stronger then I could ever be she was always there waiting,
Standing next to her she was so small but strong I had to look up to her.

Her sweet words chased fear away her mind more beautiful than beauty's self,
In dark clouds of my wretched days she stood by my side and gave me spirit,
Later when Invisible was down, he knew who's malice and hate created his hell,
One stood out and gave me strength a little angel stayed with me night and day.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Son's Rays

Not knowing can be better not to see sometimes,
the glare of the sun that blinds your eyes,
but fills your heart with warmth and comfort,
to just sit and enjoy and not have to wonder,
where it came from or how it works to exist,
that tries to take away from the joys of feeling its bliss,
just to sit and take a moment in the storms despair,
as the wind and rain hit you, to remember the sun's glare,
and put yourself in that place to intentionally feel,
the battle can rage on while your heart knows what is real,
if pain tries to settle, let peace and joy still remain,
existant in love can feel both in the same.


Details | I do not know? | |

This Is Sad...Kind.a

Splaaaashhhh! Another tear lost to memory...
A secret image I keep with me in my heart,
we parted and I waited to hear your Star.t
~When would you deliver words of my eternity?
~Here I am reaching pleading feeling being
~Screams of my love in the air, please... be hearing!
My Love! ... "I'll wait to be your friend."
My Heart! FAAAAR in the Wind I cried
the deepest sincerest dearest most precious
voice I had.... this is sad.

Splaaaashhhh! Only tears are left.

~still I'm writing~

Are these tears what you want from me?
Rip apart my heart so you see, my fear?
Screaming into the wind on a butterfly kiss
you never returned,  and it burned....
What I learned.  Is to do love like that.Again.

~still I'm writing~

In the nights I'm crying to a dream I'm skrying.
Stolen a Chance before it began...where's your hand?
I believed and held dear the image of your eyes,
Wise kind passionate mind in my soul you left a mark,
and I walked your park....everyday.

Still, you turned away.
"Love at first sight"... I allowed it once with you.

So my friend what's left to do?
I stood vulnerable open in trust of a true.
Myth.

Flinched not an I when the eyes would pry
the heart fixed and true.  "It's you" ...I cried.
You're everything I dreamed and never knew.

There had to come an ending... to This, that was sad.

~I moved on.  But not really ~
Because there simply isn't a story, without you.
A Never Ending Story of True Love too...

For those who would ask...
This is the reality of truth.
And this is what's sad....
Being in a love that was never knew.

And if you find yourself crying like me?
Then good! Love Works.anyway  And that's all that matters. :)
Even when it's THIS sad...

The story of
"love at first sight"... in a blind woman's heart.
She lives in a Shoe.  There's a nut in it too. ;)

So I stick to fairy tales... if I ever try it.Again.

... and I beg you dear... don't tell a Girl...
"I'll come find you"  in a loving tone.
She'll believe it My Prince,
and it'll shatter her dreaming.
Again and again and again...

It's my story so I change as I please. lol!!!
Are you crying?  Was THIS 'sad'? ;)  I'm practicing 'sad'...

smooches! to the teary eyed reader
who I hope has a laugh.now too :)  Writing is my 
favorite toy and I hope you enjoy! The Coaster. ;)
lol!
xo


==============
Sorry to those who commented before I finished the write.  I try not to do that but
sometimes it happens.  Hugs and blessings and thanks for reading my tales!  ;)


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Not another tear

A golden yellow painted the horizon that gave sight to the setting of the sun
The clouds seemed to melt onto themselves becoming one
Large bodies of mist, almost fog gave form to many things as the mind saw
Weary was the day as the last breeze swept the surface of the Earth's crust, good night it did call

From the inside of a vehicle into this painting of the sky he did stare
The mellow feeling he felt was almost perfect, as if the world was at peace
A small tear for such memory did his eyes release
A storm of memories began to thunder in his mind, oh if life was fair

And endless ocean was ahead, yet again more tears to his soul
His heart weakly began to speak
As his tears began to waterfall, all coming from the depths of his heart whole
All this weeping surely made his judgement weak

He walked down memory lane
With ever step taken forward he refelt all the passed pain
Memorys that dwelled in his being as a huge stain
Feelings all we so plain

Dark, for the sun was asleep
Dreams in the air walked around to seek a mind to torment
Nightmares they took shelter in the mind of the weak, all whom lived in lament
The walk to the top surely is very steep

With age comes wisdom, mistakes pave the path that we walk on to the next step
From the window he stared, blood shot eyes stared into the sky, oh he felt fear
As it was to pass with or without his consent, time did age into a year
A cloud flew over his shadow, it whispered not another tear


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When Love Failed

When all the lights went out and the edge of darkness crept in, the Hero looked out over the abyss and came face to face with his sin.  He had come this far, following the fallen star, he had come this far.  He had fought through fire and hail, over seas of blood he had set sail.  Over hill and valley to this last standing finale, he had come this far.  His sword and scythe bore gore and strife, but he would not quit, he had come this far.  But now he stared out into the dark and he now faced the only foe who could kill him.  Now all his fears clawed at his eyes and he could not dissuade them.  His Love stared back, though her heart would lack, the very love that had brought her to her fate.  It was now, again, too late.  The Hero fell to his knee, his frozen heart breaking as he sent his plea.  "Let it not be her!!!!!  How did this occur???  It can be anyone but she!!!!!"  But God did not hear and could not see.  It was no one else but she.  Through age after long age he had thought he had lost her to the Devil.  Well, she stood there yet still was she lost to the sly Devil.  The Hero stood up from his seat, raising his lost eyes to her head from her feet.  She did not stare back, for a soul and eyes she did lack.  This was a shell, a shell raised from the pit of Hell.  This was not his Love to be.  This was not she.  "Show yourself, Demon King!!!  Put face to your treachery!!!"  The Hero's demand opened the shadowy ring and out stepped He.  "I am sorry to have done this, Hero.  This is the Last War and I have to do everything I can."  The Devil explained himself to the Hero, the Hero heard the Devil's plan.  The Hero shook his head and then he said, "I know that my Love is dead.  No shell will sway my hand or heart.  I've come this far and now must play my part.  For this I have bled."  The Devil sighed and some say he again bent his hood and cried.  "Then face your rotted bride.  With sword and claw strip her hide.  This is war and this must be done.  Finish now what you have begun."  The Hero raised his sword as his face sank and paled.  "Once more my love has failed."


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Chinese Dream

Chinese dream
Her Oriental eyes
His Spanish smile,
She is forbidden fruit
A language in between
He cannot express how he feels
He cannot determine what she is made of,
She is like a mirage, created from
Pearl, diamond and the purest gold
Chinese dream
His heart is aching 
Her eyes speaks another language also
His head and heart commence battle
‘You are meant to be together.’
Out of his control
‘She is the One.’
He wants control over the situation
Chinese dream
He doesn’t know a word of Chinese
His Spanish tongue, not so diverse
Her language alien to him
Helpless
Powerless
She walked by, her scent drifted
She saw him and felt it too
Chinese dream
What to do? What to say?
She smiled and shyly kept on
His camera in his hand
He automatically raised his hands
Surprisingly shaky, he snapped her shot
She disappeared into the town crowd
Her garments glisten, she is his
Chinese dream
His feet run on their accord, yet
He finds her easily, because
Her exquisiteness is unique
Her red dress so elegant
Her eyes so profound, he’s by her side
His hand reaches hers, she gasps, turns
Spanish tongue is stuck for words
Chinese dream


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Sworn Love

I think back to a comfortable place,
And from inside of it there is an image of your face,
The image is permanently burned there forever to dwell,
Always there in its own little shell,
As i think back my memories of you unfold,
Without these memories of you my life would seem so very cold,
Im extremely careful with them acting as if they're delicate glass,
Cautious to make sure they're always safe so they won't smash,
I sit and wonder why it was my heart you had to steal,
Mistreating it and leaving me here to kneal,
I dont regret god leading us to meet,
Whenever i was around you my heart was warmed by your heat,
Ever since the day i caught you in my sight,
My love for you immediately took flight,
And since then you've always been on my mind,
My love for you shines so strong it sometimes makes me blind,
So that everything around me is barely noticed or felt,
And it burns so hot sometimes that i feel like im gonna melt,
I remember you so well that i still know how your kisses taste,
Though your gone now i dont think of my time spent with you as a waste,
You are the only one in this world for whom i actually care,
And when i say this to you it's true i swear,
When i was with you i wished for the clock to just be still,
As i gave you my heart which with your love i wanted you to fill,
As of now my heart is tired and worn,
Yet i still hold my love which to you i've sworn


Details | I do not know? | |

Reflection

He looks at his reflection and sees an image of pain
His lonely eyes mimick the rain

He awakens stomach empty full off shame and grief
Eyes the same color as blood that stains the streets
Wishing the he could change this sceen heart cold
But in many ways it burns like a flaming tree
He's not addicted to, drugs like cocaine and weed
Love's got 'em twisted it's hard to maintain like weev
He didn't predict it to stain his brain like dranks on jeans
His image is in a prison but in some way he's free
The sun creeps in he's blinded by the rays and beams
He's also blinded by the way she seems
She's a dime that gets high off yay and dreams
of being stress free with no problems the way to be
His reflection is simply hoping that she could change to be
A regular dame that speaks not blazed for weeks
She doesn't know this but she's made him weak -
This reflection of love has been engraved in me

He looks at his reflection and sees an image of pain
His lonely eyes mimick the rain


Details | Blank verse | |

Believing is Seeing

All that endures lives in the heart,
Never to be grasped by the hand.
All things we build, we build upon sand;
What labor makes, Time pulls apart,
The toils of one Age end, and Another's start.
Yet from the first our beliefs still stand,
Our principles firm, our passions fanned
Age through Age and Art to Art.
Make what you will; to dust it will come;
The thought behind the deed is what endures.
Craft gives the figures, but Truth adds the sum,
And what cannot be handled keeps itself pure.
Truth, and Love, and Beauty all beat the heart's drum;
What's first believed in is what's seen evermore.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Fantasy World

Now, before your eyes lays a private world 
In lush of color never seen by man. 
As hearts of red glow on sparkles twirled 
Within and out this universe dared span. 
A world of dreams where only kindness ran. 
This fantasy, this world lies in an art 
And draped with color from a beating heart. 

We're all alone upon this mortal sphere 
The only souls alive this image finds 
We gladly share with all which we hold dear 
This world of fantasy with hearts entwined 
Let this reflection be a tie which binds. 
To all humanity, we give this world 
In hopes a brighter day will be unfurled. 

A world of fantasy which we will give 
Is not a work of art to be just hung 
But lies within the heart and salty tears. 
A psalm of life forever to be sung. 
A taste of love, our worlds a tender tongue. 
Although it's just an image on a screen 
This fantasy, our world is all it seems. 

This world to you may seem a trifle thing 
But, yet it is the essence of our soul. 
Our only wish is goodness it will bring 
Too precious is this vision to be sold. 
This vision worth is more than simple gold. 
Entangled our spirits forever be 
Encased in love within our fantasy.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hosting Transient Time

Why have Age and Wisdom become
  One when seen by most?
Time may be greeted, taken in; then
  you become it's host.
Is Youth truly so envious, that it must
  answer Beauty with sharp wit?
I would rather welcome it than snuff
  it's candle as it's lit.
What age was Keats when Death stole 
  him, too soon, to his final rest?
For I am that age; though still,
  I know he'd have my best.


Details | Free verse | |

True Art

Within the mind of the artist
Lies the image not yet created
For others to see, yet it’s seen
By the mind’s eye of the creator
It’s already a work of art, untouched
By hands, but already molded
By the heart and soul and mind
As the image comes to life for
The many viewers, it becomes
Under further scrutiny of the
Artist who can destroy it
Completely on a whim
We pray perfection upon
Completion and not the trials
Of duplicating efforts, else
It shall be destroyed


Details | Lyric | |

I cannot be what I am not

To express the way (I) feel...

my spirit when I am with you
I do not want to leave...

This passion so free with you...

I disperse this freely unto you...

this place inside of me...
this pain inside hurts...

this stubbornness that lays...
just beneath the surface...

My secrets from this fool reveals...
...to make a connection surreal...

...this truth I cannot escape...

...for nothing you will find here is fake...

I cannot be what I am not...

this truth instilled not easily forgot...

so I will slip away quietly
into this gentle starlit night...

with all my words...the inner courage
I can muster...all my feelings I cannot
hide...

who I really am...I cannot be your fake...

this night my heart aches...
my words swirl with deep emotion...

...my eyes they fill with heavy tears...

this truth more pain and agony than
I once feared...

this dream sequester...now seems
lost...for my heart and soul burdens
me with such cruel self cost...

this courage sanctioned...
on my knees this spirit hails...

my will my heart to give in
to give up...

My god for you within me
I will not fail...

My God please do not
believe me weak...

...this force that pulls me...
from within you I feel I speak...

...this courage you give me
I so rely...I believe in you...
my spirit my will will not deny...