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Romance Again

A swimming cloud became the mist;
our morning peace stirred inner light.
Before the sun rose ending night,
our honesty lit passion’s flight.   

We met sea crests as morning kissed
a gently rolling shore of gulls,
white-wings seeking sea’s tranquil lull
as dawn’s light winked on distant hulls.

Soft sands of gold, our walks I’d missed.
To cradle love at break of day,
we once began each day this way,
before our golden years turned gray. 

Now, hands entwined, we reminisce.
Our laughter breaks the silent dawn.
Fond memories I thought long gone,
come flooding back to carry on.

I want for nothing more than this - 
our worlds collide, a second chance. 
With children grown, a new romance,  
upon our beach, rekindled dance.

A swimming cloud became the mist;
we met sea crests as morning kissed
soft sands of gold; our walks, I'd missed.
Now hands entwined, we reminisce.
I want for nothing more than this.

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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While You Sleep

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

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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

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Return Of Your King

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

Copyright © Bj Fard

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The Righteousness Of Love

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

Copyright © Bj Fard

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Pen in Hand

Pen in hand or board with keys
     Toil with verse and rhyme.
What disappoints might later please
     Hasten borrowed time.

Chills run up and down my spine
     To think of things I miss.
So much is gone that I called mine.
     Tough to reminisce.

Years ago on any day
     Far and wide I’d roam.
Busy with best friends at play
     Seldom around home.

Now kids huddle on the floor—
     Stationary fun.
Competing for the highest score,
     Sit instead of run.

Guess I’ll wander at the beach—
     Spend time along the shore.
Ponder all that life might teach
     Had I a few years more.

With inspiration from and dedicated to Just That 
Archaic Poet and the Quatrain King, Jack Ellison.

Copyright © Mark Peterson

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The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.


Copyright © Tyler Kisner

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The Devil's Thief

Arranged in paradise, by suffering's fate,
to have no end, to be alone and wait,
it was her love, acceptance came so fast
she had no time to think it might not last,
as he, the sailor left, she loved too late;

He'd waited on the dock so long he grew
to be inspired by something she won't do,
'twas just a recognizing love is there
the reaching out for what is everywhere,
but love for her was something all so new;

the sail was set and ties that bound the ship
were heaved away, and thus began the trip,
upon the ocean, far into the sun,
to where the keel was loose and let to run
and sailed right on to where the moon would dip.

She on the shore, he on the watch at three,
both dreaming dreams not ever let to be
but absence makes the heart more fonder yet,
and out of sight means not they will forget;
the ship sailed on, uncharted was the sea;

the gale that came and sank him to the reef,
took from the shore the lady in her grief,
and they were thus to marry, in the sea,
united 'neath the waves, eternally,
depriving love from time, the devil's thief.
    © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa

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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?

Copyright © Bj Fard

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The Magik Of Love

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

Copyright © Bj Fard

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Never So Gracious

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

Copyright © Bj Fard

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                             The Apple PASTURE

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


Copyright © JAY JOHNSON

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upon a beach

Sand beneath my feet
A childhood remembered
with a breeze so sweet

Copyright © Amanda brown

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Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954

Copyright © chriss todd

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California Dreams

Life relapse and develops new memories and experiences sighted through brown eyes
Miles of driving, walking. Thousands of laughters, a few bad habits, a gorgeous dream for an addict
Later in life finally files success, the prism adjusts, the same sun ray reflects
After a few years of a psychological interpretation which people know god as capable of, ends up all a misunderstanding
Maybe someday you'll read my books of insanity
And the signature I left under this writing with my very last breath inside of me
Because Im now free pieces of ashes in the ocean living my Californian dream, cleaning myself in the tides salt of oceanic health, being the creme that fizzes the sand at your feet
In reality, I never made it with you;
When you think honey, long nights of cuddling, sun rays on a beach I've never seen, take some pictures for me
And my Californian dream will follow you until you figure out the key, honey.
The world without one woman's smile would mean, id never created the Californian dream;
Id of never lived it, even by the death of me
I'd of never known sweet honey and beer is one hell of a mixture
And sometimes when you think only the walls are watching
You need to talk lower, maybe even whisper.
The world without one woman, one less journey, and a million less thoughts is one less dream.
If I live the world without one woman, ill never meet the climax of my Californian dream.

Copyright © krista emory

Details | Free verse | |

The Maker Of Miracles

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

Copyright © Bj Fard

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Home By Dawn

My battery fully charged the week is brand new all the lost loved ones are telling me thank you for bringing them to life in my memory yesterday now I am ready to win in any way and nothing can hold me back from my dreams people are staring in utter disbelief they think the devil has contracted my life little do they know I took the path to the right and now I am reaping the rewards in my struggle so much so that now I've reduced my enemies to rubble and now I am standing on the power of my own alive in the jungle of my mind, my kingdom, I'm home to see the new dawn and for all those now gone I will always remember you and your spirit will live on.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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Running Into The End Of Time

Running from the end of time just me, my thoughts, my voice and I now turn, in paralysis, by fear to see whats under that dark figure what I saw, Words can never define I stood there wided eyed, jaw dropped in awe at the end of time just as the sudden, terminal sun dying from the same cancer in everyone the great lord, so sick of his design now comes in full vengence into the end of time...

Copyright © Bj Fard

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Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group

Copyright © Smail Poems

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Until You Came Along

I had my head on track 
Swore I'd never look back
Left my sea of emotions
Buried in the deepest ocean
That girl was long gone
Until you came along

See I had my doubts
About this one and the last
And I promised myself
To not repeat the past
You gave me no warning
Found e'rything about u adornin

Excite me and amaze
You release this malaise
Heal every grudge
You heal every graze
Give me a nudge 
And I'm all ablazed

Brought it out with surplus
When it all began to surface
I'm back on the shore 
On the sand like before
And will remain until I wizen
All because you gave me the horizon 

Copyright © Shakeela Kingzley

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My Girls

My Girls

My girls are all always on my mind
In my heart
Not within a stone’s throw
Make that a pebble-
Or a spit wad
Not that I’d use that method of communicating
Only disgust allows me the frustration of a morning
When I cannot reach out and touch their thoughts
Nor influence their minds
Every year there are more of them-
Every year I am inconsolable
Wafting around in circles
Wishing there was more of me to drain at their feet
In little circles pushing from the shore
There would be little sail boats
With real sails
And no motors
Only oars
And sweets and snacks to pack
For our picnic
Across to the island
We’ll call home

Copyright © Marian Baker

Details | Free verse | |

A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more

Copyright © Alexander Schwartz

Details | Ballad | |

Summer Time Rat Beat

Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi

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

Ha...ha...ha...waves 'n beats...bored with...boards...summer's sweet...a Rat Beat!

Boards 'n waves...roll tide...tarts so Beat!

Knolls...and...who knows...oily ' sun...for Beat!

Amp the fun...jeeps 'n sweets...tarts 'n hearts...for's 'n dates...a...
Rat Beat!

Ducatti...keys 'n fun...boards 'n sun...blondes...Hey...want..a...Rat Beat? for fun...Hey...want...a...Rat Beat?

Shops 'n Beat?

Movies 'n dates...tecky 'n smart...beast-ta-start...Hey...want...a...Rat Beat? a daze...daze of summer...In...a...Rat Beat! a daze...daze of summer...In...a...Rat Beat!

Streets 'n lights...rockets 'n pockets...leather 'n
A...Rat Beat!

Clubs 'n hearts...walks...through Beat!

Jet-to-fame...ride a plane...summer daze...daze Beat!

Monster haze...summer parks...rides 'n games...duh...
A...Rat Beat! daze...daze of summer...In...a...Rat Beat! daze...daze of summer...In...a...Rat Beat!

Fly away...summer-to-Mars...Venus-to-stars...daze of summer...In...a...
Rat Beat!

Fly-away...summer-to-Mars...Venus-to-stars...daze of summer...In...a...
Rat Beat!

Copyright © Thomas Hsi

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Antiquated Shore

On the edge of barren, corroded shore
Where sailors ply their trade no more
No tenured harbor gallant fleets to moor,
or docks to greet restless crew, strident commodore
No expansive peers into the mighty ocean waves bore,
or rustic wharves to accompany the dank decor
Gone are the tradesmen whose skilled hands weathered ships did restore,
and the tawny, burly arms of the itinerant, shuffling stevedore
No inquisitive merchants the cargo's value to score
Yet the drifting currents grainy sketches still store
In the eerie winds the rasping breaths of stevedores soar
Through stormy gales, commands of disembarking captain's roar
Timeless silhouettes of wafting masts hover o'er ocean floor
Apparitions of ruddy sailors from briny mists pour
Out of the steamy fog, pirate ghosts still yell encore
From foaming waves, drunken sailors one more drought implore

Copyright © Stephen Parker

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Fraternity And Sorority Row Ooh Lah Lah

Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Thomas Hsi

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the bus trip

The Bus Trip 
We are driving to Cascais on Sunday my wife wants to take 
the bus she thinks we are too old to drive 300 miles. 
On the bus, you might risk sitting by someone who can`t afford 
water or soap that is a low grade working person on his way to 
use a spade and whatever to build a trench that keeps the water 
away when it is raining

I`m  a tonic water socialist and read the Guardian, crystal glasses 
and a sneaky fag on the loo. To meet a proper working class person 
would shatter my illusion and bring back a memory of my father last time 
I saw him it was on a bus and he was drunk.
I will drive- anyway- not long from now I will not be able to they are 
putting up obstacles to stop us old ones driving 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen

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one of the sleepy seven

I wish I had
a talking bird
to tell me 
what to do

she could ride 
really high (and miles ahead)
and show me what
to do

she could eat 
the worms beneath my feet
no Furies on me instead

then I could dream
beside the stream
and say its all in my

and say its all in my

Copyright © Michael Miers

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                I LOVE YOU

I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
    And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
    Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
    Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
    Your kisses against my face.

Not for me the cold, calm kiss
    Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
    Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
    And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
    It sets my poor heart aflame.

So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
    Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
    That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
    While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
    In the joys of a living love.

Copyright © katie kirkland

Details | Free verse | |


We are his honorary VAN GUARDS standing afore.
We know not of graves nor dimness of light of senses.
Lo' there we prepare these shores undiminished in
Dusk of night. 

And they cometh all  fRom the greatest distance.


Details | I do not know? | |

Honing flesh

Seatless with your best last breath

Nakedly being blessed-
being surrounded by white walls,
and a waltz 

This wake-up in the dark is a phase of your in-kin,
finding their next bike-spin

Pleasantly yet vaguely obeying the jim

Copyright © Jimmi Canada