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While You Sleep

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

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

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Princesses

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

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

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Coming of Age in Centerville with Baseball and Girls

Summer nights in Centerville, sleeping on the top bunk bed;
A transistor radio playing low, lying right there near my head.
The Big Red Machine was in their prime; those boys could sure play ball;
I fell asleep every night listening to the play-by-play of Joe Nuxhall.

I entered my life of puberty with Charlie Hustle running to first;
Davey Concepcion turning two and Joe Morgan with a speedy burst.
Johnny Bench throwing out would be stealers, Pedro Borbon with a bending curve;
All happening on the summer of my first kiss – once I finally worked up the nerve.

With Tommy sleeping in the bed below – nary a care in the world,
George Foster launched an enormous shot while I tried to figure out the girls.
Jack Billingham was striking them out – an apt metaphor for my chances,
As I fantasized about dating girls while two bases Ken Griffey advances.

Tony Perez was still strapping them on; Don Gullet piled up some wins;
Cesar Geronimo owned center field while my hormones multiplied within.
Coming of age in Centerville, back in nineteen seventy-four,
Meant listening to the Cincinnati Reds while thinking about the girl next door.

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2014

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In Loving Memory Of My Grandma

 Hold your head up, Grandma would say
 and let me pull your hair from your face.
 Stand up tall and properly, for a lady
 it should look as though it comes naturally.

 Oh Grandma, I would say. I just want to go
 and with the boys play. I want to fish and 
 shoot marbles too and maybe some baseball,
 if Bobby doesn't come too.
 
 Who is Bobby, she said. Just a boy who doesn't 
 like girls who with their brothers hang. 
 Well maybe Bobby is right and a lovely girl
 such as you, shouldn't be talking such slang.

 I long to be where the boys are for they have
 so much fun, it beats cooking and knitting
 silly hats and gloves. Give it time and you
 will see, she said, that being a lady is what
 God has meant for you to be.

 I would lay awake each night as I grew and I
 dreamed of the places my brothers seen
 and Bobby too. I always knew when they were
 to return home for most often it was when the
 cherry blossoms scented the lawn.

 Then there came that Spring day when all of them
 came home late, but all I could see was
 Bobby standing at gate.
 My heart did flutter and my cheeks, I knew were
 flushed. I never knew I had also missed Bobby
 just as much.

 It has been 4 years now and I still wear Bobby's ring and
 two beautiful children that in cherry blossoms we play.
 I often think back to what Grandma said and I understand
 now every word that still echo's in my head . 
 I think Grandma's have an inside tip
 for she already knew the plan, before I did.

 I will always love you Grandma.
 

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

cafeteria

Patiently waiting in a line
eyeballed an wary
harsh barking of subterranean cultures
standing weary and inured
to the rotten
fug
the rotten
oxygen

inside the high walls and wire, the weighted stone of
the convicted

existing like convicts

Copyright © Michael Miers | Year Posted 2013

Details | Canzone | |

Food Poisoning

My God, i cant stay quiet,
for i took the wrong diet,

maybe i should have cooked it,
but impatience made me eat,

could not wait for lunch,
for i was hungry that much,

the dished passed across my nose,
waking up my hunger dose.

pass me the dish please,
i said with ease,

for i am hungry,
and when am hungry i get angry.

A thrust into the plate,
with great ecstasy i ate,

feeling happy,
each spoon had a different story.

Things later went sour,
felt bad at the wrong hour,

vomiting, my stomach broken,
whats the cause: food poison.

EzyFabanatu All Rights Reserved © 28th
March, 2014

Copyright © Ezekiel Adodo | Year Posted 2014

Details | Imagism | |

going through my fathers attic

The torn Rawlings symbol,

old worn leather

faded light brown,

fingers coming apart.

In its web pocket, 

sits a ball, which is

almost as abused,

as the leather. 

Back then,

it was to big for me,

and looked 

clumsy. 

But now it fits

just right,

and is already

broken in

Copyright © christopher oneill | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad | |

One Day You'll Make It Girl

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi



The Golden Girl...'jus isn't you...dear...in life...there are many roles.

Is sis...The One...or...am...I...'jus another...one...Mom 'n Dad...what's...my role?

Dolls...maybe the same...but...here's another game...money's tight...can't you see?

Chad's...so sweet...sis and he...well...oh well...if...I try harder...could I be?


If life is hard...it only gets...harder...girl...sometimes there...are no answers!

Mom 'n Dad...lied...love alone...isn't enough...life...though...sometimes...answers!

When the well...is deeper...the pain...grows 'n grows...girl...hang on through!

Golden Girls...dolls and boys...the streets...are longer...till you see...it through!


Girl...one day...you'll make it...the world...is the oyster...and...you're the pearl!

Girl...one day...you'll make it...your sister's...not the only...one...you're the pearl!

When life's harder...the pain...lasts longer...'n golden things...can't make...
A Golden Heart!

When life's harder...the pain...lasts longer...'n golden things...can't make...
A Golden Heart!


Christmas...with...my...only dream...it really...does seem...a little longer...and
Stronger!

Christmas...with...my...only dream...it really...does seem...a little longer...and
Stronger!

One day...I made it...Girl...I made it...I made it...Mom 'n Dad...lied...A Golden Girl!

One day...I made it...Girl...I made it...I made it...Mom 'n Dad...lied...A Golden Girl!


When the road...is too painfull...and the blood...stains through...stay true!

When the road...is too painfull...and the blood...stains through...stay true!

Copyright © Thomas Hsi | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

the morning, if it must

the morning groans as she untangles from the covers
worn and blunt
from the night before

her eyes puffed and wrinkled, wrinkled and blink
winking with bleary sting.  mustard gas
sinking
swallowing in the hollows
choking the cities yellow
choking the grass grown over
grave row
choking the green grass
brown
burying the noble and their children
who only wanted revenge on
each other

say, the ghost shirt.  say, for the
virgin
no more wire, no more line
it all gets sent through collapsing
time

between
towers 
of 
aluminum

drowning man, drowning with the fear of
that fire
that he has forgotten, or
the fire that has forgotten
him
fingering dull charms 
that he has wrapped round
the neck.  to study on
to construct 
worry on
like a rosary.  a rosary of
dull, clanking, cold
charms

to keep him occupied
to keep the morning
meaning
full
material, predictable
to keep an attempted faith
still
able

Copyright © Michael Miers | Year Posted 2014

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A CHOICE MADE

A Choice Made

Driving rain darkness surrounds him now a choice has been made, now here in the thicket deep with rich fir rising to the heavens.
Why? Where? How?  Questions whose answers are not yet ascertained, known only sad dialogue depicting terrible acting.

Beginnings, Endings what is the plot? Has he forgotten the lines to his own story? Life does he dare ask? Question? Been forgotten?
Madman or Charming fellow his is a journey among the sharp rocks and  wild flowers, laughing yet dying on the inside beyond view.

Curious to the naked eye the viewer cannot yet determine an ending to the play called life, Reality is touched if for a moment.  
Stage is lighted as the man makes his entrance from the left hand side a silence has fallen over the gathering crowd, forming.

Time has now gone to the other side of the pendulum now lines appear on once youthful face showing cracks, telling a tale of many lies.
As the clock ticks on no one is immune from her touch we all must keep in step lest be left behind, Gentleman now hopes love and sanity can save him from the maddening haze, Perhaps ?




                                         © David Jerry Mitchell 2015 

Copyright © DAVID MITCHELL | Year Posted 2016

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One Day You'll Make It Girl

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!



The Golden Girl...'jus isn't you...dear...in life...there are many roles.

Is sis...The One...or...am...I...'jus another...one...Mom 'n Dad...what's...my role?

Dolls...maybe the same...but...here's another game...money's tight...can't you see?

Chad's...so sweet...sis and he...well...oh well...if...I try harder...could I be?


If life is hard...it only gets...harder...girl...sometimes there...are no answers!

Mom 'n Dad...lied...love alone...isn't enough...life...though...sometimes...answers!

When the well...is deeper...the pain...grows 'n grows...girl...hang on through!

Golden Girls...dolls and boys...the streets...are longer...till you see...it through!


Girl...one day...you'll make it...the world...is the oyster...and...you're the pearl!

Girl...one day...you'll make it...your sister's...not the only...one...you're the pearl!

When life's harder...the pain...lasts longer...'n golden things...can't make...
A Golden Heart!

When life's harder...the pain...lasts longer...'n golden things...can't make...
A Golden Heart!


Christmas...with...my...only dream...it really...does seem...a little longer...and
Stronger!

Christmas...with...my...only dream...it really...does seem...a little longer...and
Stronger!

One day...I made it...Girl...I made it...I made it...Mom 'n Dad...lied...A Golden Girl!

One day...I made it...Girl...I made it...I made it...Mom 'n Dad...lied...A Golden Girl!


When the road...is too painfull...and the blood...stains through...stay true!

When the road...is too painfull...and the blood...stains through...stay true!



Copyright © Thomas Hsi | Year Posted 2014

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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?

Copyright © Thomas Hsi | Year Posted 2014

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J D And Sons

                                         J.D.  AND SONS……… 4.3.16   

 

JD WAS A MAN FROM  PEELTOWN TEXAS OF HUMBLE  MEANS AND RAZOR SHARP IQ, DEFT IN MANY FIELDS AND FRIEND TO MANY, TALKING DREAMS PLAYING BASEBALL IN THE HOT TEXAS DAYS, MANY

DREAMING OF A DAY HE COULD MAKE HIS ESCAPE FROM THE FIELDS TO A MORE SOPHISTACTED LIFE WHERE SUITS THE NORM AND MONEY THE CHATTER OF THE DAY, EXCITING. 

ONE DAY HE DECIDED TO FORGO 2 REMAINING YEARS AND JOING UNCLE SAM FULL FILLING HIS DUTY TO COUNTRY AND HONOR THOSE BEFORE HIM, UNSELFISHLY.

COMING BACK TO THE STATE SOON OFFERS WERE POURING IN SO MANY TO CHOOSE FROM AND BABY IN THE WAY HE DOVE BACK INTO THE BANKING WORLD WITH FERVOR! 

JD, MY DAD, MY FRIEND, ALL OF HIS FAMILY WORRIED FOR HIS HEALTHY GAME PLAN OF SURVING THE WOE  HE MADE IT BACK INTACT MIND BODY AND SOUL.

FINDING HIS LADY ONE THEY BECAME UNITED IN MATRIMONY A SHORT TIME LATER, YOUNG LOVERS SEEING THE WORLD TOGTHER ALL WAS POSSIBLE FOR THEM, A FRESH BEGINNING.

SHORT TIME FROM THERE I DAVID ENTERED THIS SCARY NEW WORLD BAY OF PIGS WITH JFK STANDING FIRM USA MEANT BUSINESS, RUSSIA FOLDED HER HAND.

BROTHER BORN A FEW YEARS LATER FULL OF SPUNK AND MISCHIEF OUR FAMILY WAS COMPLETE TRAVELING NORTH AND SOUTH OUR JOURNEYS MET NEW ADVENTURES, PLENTIFUL 

TIME PASSED AND MOM MOVED ON HOWEVER DAD TIM AND I REMAINED PLAYING BASEBALL, DAD WATCHING AND COACHING AND WE FELT A LOVE AND BOND FOR ONE ANOTHER, ALWAYS 

DAD AND I BECAME CLOSER AND FATHER AND SON AS THE GRAY SHOWED IN HIS HAIR WHILE DAVID’S THIN MUCH TO HIS DISMAY FRIENDSHIP GREW, TALL

BROTHER TIM DAD AND I ENJOYED MANY A BALLGAME WHILE EATING GRILLED BURGER, CHICKEN AND THE LIKE, TIMES SEEMED ENDLESS WE LAUGHED, YELLED AND LOVED EACH OTHER WITHOUT HESITATION, REAL 

YESTERDAY WE  LOST OUR DAD, OUR LEADER, OUR FRIEND WHO LISTENED TO US AS HE NORMALLY ATE THE TASTY  MEAL OF THE DAY, OUR HEARTS ARE SADDENED KNOWING WE WILL LAUGH NOR EAT NO MORE HERE, EARTH

DAD LOVED US PROBABLY MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE IN THIS WORLD AND ENJOYED EVERY MINUTE HE GOT TO SPEND WITH “HIS BOYS”, PROUDLY.

DAD WE LOVED SPENDING THOSE DAYS WITH YOU TOO WATCHING, EATING, LAUGHING AND TALKING WE THOUGHT THE TIME WAS ENDLESS FOR HERE BUT IT WAS NOT TO BE.

 THANK YOU FOR LOVING US AND SHOWING US LIFE AND ALWAYS BEING OUR FRIEND WE COULD NEVER REPAY YOU  AND YOUR LOVE WILL ALWAYS WITH US IN OUR HEARTS,YOUR SPIRIT REMAINS.      

 

 

 

                                         © 2016 DAVID J. MITCHELL

Copyright © DAVID MITCHELL | Year Posted 2016