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Details | Free verse | |

Money-God

Trust not in the words: "In God We Trust", printed on currency,
for God and Money should be kept separate,
unless one desires to tempt fate with the Money-God,
tempt fate by not over-turning the money-lenders' tables,
although many might argue how this isn't good for business.

Why not know the value of life,
instead of focusing too hard on the prices of Idols.

People are bleating at the prospect of "God" being removed
from money, arguing that if God is removed from money,
the grazing grounds will become Godless.

Godless? 
With or without the words, 
a Money-God is a God nonetheless.
There is at least one true God, 
whether man-made or not;
an authority of control,
a God of profit margins.
Violence is a profit margin.
Hatred is a profit margin.
Bullets, Amendments, and Death, are all profit margins.

The war being waged upon children, is a profit margin.

If I had been given the chance, 
I would have tried my best to take him out,
morphed the vapours of my remaining hatred into bullets,
or torn him apart with my hands.
To stop innocents from losing their innocence.
There are lines drawn in minds,
that if crossed over, stretch beyond the bristle-board of rehabilitation.
Even Clockwork Orange bleeds into crimson spatters.

When a child survives a massacre,
runs across his school field to find safety from a stranger,
proclaiming to the stranger, "I can't go back to my school, it isn't safe there.
My teacher was killed, I don't have a teacher anymore.
All of my friends are dead."....

....then innocence has been lost, and the Money-God is empowered even more.
Lost innocence spreads like a disease through the minds of global villagers.
Fear breeds fear, breeds control and disintegration of the Stream-Mind.

If I had been given the chance,
I would have fought fire with fire,
fed the beast within, 
taken him apart with a breath of hatred.
Breathed it out, pushed it out, purged it out.

Satan is a scapegoat used by people who are unwilling 
to take accountability for their actions and sacred responsibilities.
The Beast is humanity -
not marked by a fairy-tale Devil,
but instead marked by the Money-God created in the image of man;
recreating the image of man through fear.

Some people might be intrigued by how many definitions of God there are.
Even if money is a necessity,
within our core there should reside a different Kingdom -
without and within, within and without.

If I had been given the chance -- past tense....

....if I am given the chance,
I will try my best to take him out,
smudge him out
with the remaining hatred in my heart.
Breathe it out, push it out, purge it out,

until all that's left is to love,
until all that's left is to love.







December 14th, 2012 - S.H.E.S:  28 - 2 = 26




January 7th, 2013




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Details | Free verse | |

Sending Waves Touching Beautiful Always

She who sends waves touching beautiful warm and gracious words
Draws bright sunshine smiles in our hearts as they sing in her grace
Flowing from the heart her beauty held in her Quill ready to write
Pure diamond sparkling rainbows as a true friend is a friend in deed

The tidal wave raises fine soaked sand from the bottom of the ocean
And the waves curl out pearl white reflecting a most Picture Perfect
Image that is truly splendid and always sublime to behold and cherish
As Nature’s soft wind caresses your aura and inspires your next poem

She who sends these very waves touching beautiful personifies a Muse
So rare, so special—and brings her influence and talents to bear in
Masterfully supporting the efforts of fellow poets and dreamers as they 
“Spill Ink” on blank pages late at night crafting their next poetic masterpiece

The very power and wonder of her good works and positive influence are
Always there magnificently arrayed like pure beams of sunshine touching
And dazzling all in her reach quite profoundly with the magic of her thoughts 
And the quiet courage of her convictions as the simply wonderful poet she is
    
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem (Free Verse Poem),
November 26, 2014 

NOTE: Written in Honor of Anne-Lise Andresen for Her Fine Poetry and For 
Her Continued Professional Support and Encouragement of Other Fellow Poets.


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 | Rhyme | |

I Did It My Way

I Did It My Way
I did it my way, not for the applause but because, Failure was not an option and I became a rebel with a cause. I wanted higher education and was told I couldn’t have it all, So I had to prove them wrong even if I had to creep or crawl.
I was accused of having a stubborn streak, Just because I wasn’t mild and meek. Challenging every obstacle placed in my way, And all the negative things that people had to say.
In spite of all the “You can’t do that,” that I was told, I stubbornly did it my way and confidently smashed the mold. Marching to a different drummer and dancing to my own tunes, I kept my eyes on the prize ignoring all the nay-saying buffoons.
To keep on track, I learned to juggle tasks knowing I wouldn’t be derailed. To keep my ducks in a row, I learned to haggle knowing I wouldn’t fail. With dedication and hard work, as sure as night follows day, Success was mine because I certainly did it my way!
6-7-2014 - Submitted to contest “I Did It My Way” sponsored by Shadow Hamilton


Details | Carpe Diem | |

DUET TO PLEASURE

DUET TO PLEASURE B a b y... How can I get you out of my mind When It's you I only want to twine? Shall I befall to some lovers When it's you I treasure none other? B a b y... Don't play too hard to get You already know Your face and wit, I can't forget... Come, baby, come I tell you... What you can become Ocean skies to underwater trysts My baby... you got all the gifts From tantalizing green eyes To pouty cherry full lips Baby,you got me straight on bullseye Your an oasis to my desert life With you by my side, Thorns I will completely abide. Surrender to me, my desire. Keep those blushes alive And together let's duet to perspire! Entangle long on sizzling Madonna moves; Ahhh and ohhhh our dual adoring grooves As we glide in autumn memoirs of ecstasy To reach a volcanic explosion of chemistry. Interstellar prime vows uttered bright, Glowing anew as we kiss so contrite Oh, baby, won't you try to comply? Don't deny, it's I you also desire... Sunset may endow a door to endings but it's also a window to beginnings. So baby, now or never Let's start our pleasure... © October 28, 2014; 10:43 pm Carpe Diem in the form of Entreaties


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 | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | Prose | |

Portrait of a Public Servant

It is 3:00 a.m. on an icy cold winter morning. A piercing alarm shatters the silence at the station, and he is sped away on a flashing red vehicle, horns blaring, to respond to the emergency. At the scene all three floors of the tenement are engulfed in flames which are spreading to adjoining buildings on either side. With selfless dedication and tremendous courage, he rushes into that awesome inferno. He is a professional firefighter in the city's Fire Department. But so many people never think of these virtues which carry him through his work. Dedication… As a public servant hired by the city, he is needed by every man, woman, and child therein. This requires selfless dedication, for his purpose to save the lives and property involved in a fire emergency comes above all else. It may mean leaving Thanksgiving dinner at home with the family to respond to a three-alarm fire. It sometimes requires working on important holidays, so that the entire city is protected each minute of every day. It demands hours of study, drills, attending classes, constantly upgrading techniques and solving the new problems in firefighting. It involves endless paperwork and reports. It means being on call at all times to come to the aid of others in trouble. This is dedication. Courage… A lighted match held close can often produce fear in the average individual. What a tremendous amount of courage it takes to run into a burning structure with flames licking at him from all directions… to enter the interior which is charged with dense smoke, where visibility is zero and requires him to crawl on his hands and knees, close to the floor where it is less thick, in order to see anything at all. But he forgets the risks. Most important is to rescue the trapped children, the elderly grandfather, or anyone possibly hiding under a bed, or squeezing behind a stove or refrigerator as they so often do in panic; or those screaming at a window, in which case he must scale the outside of the building on a ladder and attempt to bring them down to safety. This is courage. I admire and respect him for these traits. They are part of him as a firefighter fulfilling those duties which are so often taken for granted. However, I do not take them for granted. His virtues never leave my mind. He is my husband. © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved ~8th Place~ Contest: Sketch a Character Sponsor: Gautami Phookan in honor of my husband a firefighter for 27 years who retired as Assistant Chief


Details | Free verse | |

Year of the Acorn

Year of the Acorn
(For my Father who
has Parkinsons &
Alzheimer's)
22/12/12  21:21
pm

Out on a winter walk
one day
you solemnly put an
acorn into my hand.
Something in my head
whispered
"Keep it safe
and he'll be safe".
I kept it to this
day.

Year one.
One candle on my
cake,
burned into my
mind's eye forever.
You took a
photograph
to keep me in the
picture.

Year four.
My sister arrived in
the world. 
You took me to feed
the swans.
Back home
she greeted us with
screams.
I fled, covering my
ears.

Year thirteen.
Mother told me the
facts of life.
You kept well out of
it.

Year nineteen,
A disco at the end
of a long, quiet
road.
You always drove me
safely there and
back.
You were judge and
jury
of all boyfriends.

Year twenty three.
You gave me away
to the best
boyfriend of all.

A montage of eras
replay in the bright
lens of memory
till the year of the
walk
and the acorn.

And I kept it safe
so you'd be safe,
only now it looks
cracked and old;
not quite like an
acorn

and you are not
quite like you.


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 | Epic | |

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…


Details | Free verse | |

My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell


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 | |

Bill


R.I.P. William Dale Eubanks
d. July 1, 2012, aged 68 yrs., Tennessee Ridge, Tennessee

Death came as no surprise
the first Sunday in July;
it claimed you, on a ridge in Tennessee,
with kin who took you in and waited with you
through the last hard days.
You kept what fears you had well hid,
did not betray with loud complaint
the fate you could not but know awaited.
A smile, a joke, a hug – exotic meals –
And genuine interest greeted all you met.
And you were, certainly, never boring
but well-traveled and smart
beyond the telling.
We’ll miss your wit, your bright demeanor,
and will remember all you freely gave ---
and what you took from us
with your passing.


Details | Epic | |

To My Wife Grandpa Murray's voice

I wandered and travelled
Nor knew where I'd gone .
Life became a problem;
T'was one long cruel song.

My problems seem to multiply;
They came from every side.
I vowed to find the answer;
by this I would abide.

I looked into nature
And tore apart my mind.
Then put them on the table
To see what I could find.

I found that I'de been greedy
and avaricious, too.
Whenever projects of mine failed
I put the blame on you.

I found that I was lonely;
I thought you didn't care.
But what I really didn't know
Was you were always there.

You tried to fill the void
That always was in my Life.
you tried to ease the sorrow
You've been a real good Wife.
 
                           Yvette & Grandpa Murray  
          From James Murray to , Janet Murray ..his beautiful wife.
" In great respect of Grandfather Murray's poem he wrote for my  Grandmother Murray "


Details | Rhyme | |

A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.


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 | Free verse | |

Baby Unicorn

Welcome to the land of butterflys and buttercups
The place where baby unicorns run free
It does not rain here
Nothing but sunshine
sandy beaches
Race with the waves as they crash against the shore
Here the sand is white as snow
Yet it's so soft
So warm
The water azure blue
Dive into the ocean
Let it envelope your body
Wash away sadness
Cleanse you
Renew your soul
Emerge 
Energized 
Strengthened
Joy can once again be a friend
Dream happy dreams
Fill your land with all that you love
You are woman
Stronger than even you know
The pen is mightier 
You are a poet a creator of worlds
You determine what you see
You choose your joy
Let imagination fuel reality
See the you that you are meant to be

Dedicated to Colleen Bono
Check out the Science of Happiness by Shawn Achor on UTube

Submitted to You Are Beautiful Contest. 


Details | Free verse | |

Attawapiskat: Orphans of the Stone and Sky

Salt-bleached roads merge into a horizon
of snow-clouds pregnant with similar shades of gray.

On television sets, the media squawks loudly
about one of the most affluent suburbs in the world
having been touched by flood during the night.
O! We must come together,
help restore the water-damaged basements
of 1.5 million-dollar homes.
Has the Great Mother no sympathy,
as she continues to unleash her stormy wrath?

Behind the back of a 3rd World town
nestled in the bosom of 1st World commodities,
outsiders whisper of possible mismanaged aid,
of faulty tribal council audits,
while on our land, foreign companies break open the earth,
extracting our Mother's vital organs,
selling blood diamonds to the very people 
with water-damaged 1.5 million-dollar homes....
....maybe the sparkle of a new necklace
will assuage the waiting-period of insurance policies.
Yes, people whisper behind our backs 
about the burden of hand-outs,
while our land subsidizes the entire nation.

But self-pity and envy will not serve us true,
for the widely beaten path 
leads towards more conditioned lies and empty eyes.

Above, the burgeoning snow-clouds
are filled with much potential energy
waiting to be released, just as we are.
If we arise from the swampy, damp ashes
as a phoenix whose wings are dried by courage-breath,
we must act with grace,
live by the golden rule,
treat our oppressors with a dignity
not offered to us in the first place.

To settle for less, 
is to settle for a searing brand of Oji-Cree hypocrisy -
the widely beaten path of conditioned lies and empty eyes.
We, the Orphans of the Stone and Sky,
must rise as graceful Warriors,
must rise to not only protect our own future,
but the future of all children.

We arrived from the Stone and Sky with grace,
so shall we live, so shall we depart, 
and again, so shall we return.






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Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Where The Grass Is Turning Brown In Spots I Buried My Memories

List of things to do before

I fall in love again
I allow my mind to take me
Into the
A wild opened fields
where the grass is turning brown in spots
^
There’s one
 Wild flower
And
Dozens of
Scattered pebbles,
Under my feet
^
Taunted memories,
Bare trees with bend trunks
A cool breeze washes my face
No more umbrella tree
To relief me from
Ray of the sun
I squint from the sun in my eyes
^
To
Think of the ghost in my past
Or to deal with the
Ray of the sun
^
Lists of things to do before
I fall I love again
Buried the pain
Low the drawbridge
or
Keep the enemy out
^
I want to be happier 
Than I‘ve ever been
To
Fall in love again
^
I buried
 Painful memories
Under the bare umbrella trees


Details | Epic | |

The Old Worn Out Poet

By the light of a window sits an old man, his pennies he does count.
His hair is gray, his eyes are old, and there’s little in his bank account.
He has lived his life by the book of what is good, kind and just.
He had some fun when he was young, was a man you could trust.
He’s done all the things you have, he worked his whole life thru.
And now he sits, by the window of life, wondering what he will do.
As his health went away, his life went away, he never doubted it would.
He saved and was frugal his whole life long, he did the best he could. 
But the way of money is often misunderstood, and it often slips away.
Now he wonders how he will keep all those predators at bay.
The economy went bad; his job went away, his medical insurance, too.
He’d already been sick, medicines were high, and he lost his house to boot.
The new medical insurance is high, so much he can’t afford any treats.
Air conditioning’s a dream, heat may be soon, but he’s not on the streets.
Now in an apartment he will rest his head, and sparingly he does eat.
Gloom and doom are not his way, so a new life he will greet.
He can’t write, he shakes too much, but with a computer he gets it done.
He has trouble traveling. Finding work is hard. None his way will come.
His mind’s not sharp, but he’s seen so much, he’ll find a way to get along.
And he still has a passion for words, the world, and of course for song.
So with that in mind, as a poet he was born. And as a poet, he has grown.
He’ll never be Shakespeare, Milton, or Poe…but a poet all his own.
From his work, great poems will come, as his foundation is solid as stone.
He’ll write about people and places, and in time his light will be shone.
Some poems will be up, and others down, and a few of dreams he knew.
His thoughts and work gave him a passion for life, to which he will be true.
So tell a friend, and buy his book, have them use it in their school.
It’s the history of people, places, and things, a beautiful history jewel.
His life went to dust but now thrives, and he’ll gladly continue to work. 
The rest of his life he’ll be a great poet, it’s a responsibility he’ll never shirk.
In his poems, his hope, bright soul, and heart will continue to shine.
It’s something that again calls to his heart, that he can say is truly mine.

Impress Me4 Epic Carol Eastman Written 2009... for all poets...


Details | Rhyme | |

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Bob quietly passed away.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.

She smiled.  “I had a dog when I was young...
a good one too.  His name was Pal.”


Details | Free verse | |

WHAT AM I

I came from different hands 'til you had me. 
From pieces you picked me and gave meaning. 
Designed me patiently to let others see my flair. 
You gave me a brand new life,you made me whole. 
Until somebody saw my beauty and had me owned. 
At first, he treated me so gently, like nobody does. 
Days passed, then he forgot my worth. 
I'm always left in a corner of his home. 
Even though I was hurting, I kept on serving him all day long. 
He wasn't contented, he used and abused. 
Let all people come and go without even notice. 
They just passed by, as if not aware that I was there. 
No one really cared, they left me broken and unclean. 
And finally, the day that I awaited.... 
The time came for me to be free. 
After all the pain he'd caused me. 
My final journey, time for me to take a ride. 
I can't help not to wave goodbye. 
And keep myself asking why. 
Why did he let me in to his life, 
then throw me away after all that I've done. 
He left me with a hanging line... 
asking myself now...WHAT AM I TO YOU?




** 2nd Place Winner in PD's Contest: WHAT AM I?**


Details | Free verse | |

Always the Lady

An hour before time, they put her through the motions.
Shoving and pulling her strings adding oil and suntan lotion.
Hot and humid still shining in candid spirit she professes
in music, a monotone but in finesse, a tune nonetheless.

Of her welcome song intrinsic in me but to her handlers, in blase
only the mere task of steering and roping in tense power play.
Embarking though marred by obvious signs of abuse and neglect.
Her rolling in elation disguised the slippery entrance and my regret.
Drivers accommodating cramped spaces as directed, gently to fill.
Opting to maitain serenity as they in vain, placate her iron will.

Do I hear her rising blood pulses or lack of joy in welcome thereof?
No, just the sound of tumultuous creaks and human smell
of perfume, tainted sweat and punjent oil leaks let off.
Disgruntled impatience of mere sailors but of her, not a peep.
Standing tall, holding firm a class of her own as she let sweep.
Riding the waves in style directing me to the destiny I must keep.
On and on she rides tantalising the waves as they foam at the peaks.
Such insight when she lapses into a lullaby putting me to sleep.

I return to a friend who knows well to serve, to ferry me ashore.
Another blissful time with her as the sea beckons for us to explore.
She is faithful, a useful companion with its own metallic commodore.
Sailing majestically forever a classy lady, our very own Lady Samoa.

(N.B  Lady Samoa is our Inter-Island Ferry)


Details | Free verse | |

To love again

Three years left me 
Bruised and broken
Sitting in a pile
Of what use to be myself
But you stumbled back into my life
A man become from 
The boy I knew in childhood
And offered me your hand
My instinct whispered of my past
It spoke the lies he once said
And I sat there with a lit cigarette 
Puffing on the smoke
I wondered what was truth
You knelt on your knees
And I saw the truth was you
Tenderly, nervously, I laid with you
My hope, my trust, my heart
You found a way to hold it all
You made me laugh,
Around you I wouldn't flinch
I started to fall
Terrified
But I started to fall
Every Instinct screamed
Telling me Id hit the ground
That you would be no where to be found
But you were just as scared
You fell and I wasn't there
Too caught up in my own hurt
I forgot to see your worth 
My eyes squeezed tight
Afraid to see the ground rise
I opened them up
And there you were
Arms wide and ready
Strong and steady 
Teaching me to love again


Details | Free verse | |

Right Now

Right now I respect your needs
I respect your wishes
Even though they stab
Like shards of shattered glass
Shrapnel puncturing my heart
Uneven in my thoughts
Unable to think due to a lack
A lack of function in which
My mundane self became accustomed
Expecting your love
Which right now I  realize was
Disrespecting your love
Your love
Which is my life
Regardless of decisions made
Your love
Which is my life
Because of decisions made
Right now
You will be my wife until my dying day
I will fight for my life
Your love
I will go round after round
Take beating and punishment
Just for my life
Which, right now and always has been 
your love
Right now 
I really need you to know
Your love Is my life
The only life I really care to know
And right now
I feel my life, your love,
Is dying slow


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Do I Write

Out of all the questions I have been asked in life
None of them stump me more like this:

Why do I write?

It does not stump me because it’s tricky
It stumps me because it’s a stupid question to ask

Why do I write?

Because there’s nothing more relaxing than it.

Sure sometimes it’s frustrating
Difficult, fundamentally challenging
But that’s part of the beauty of it

Letting you emotions spill out across the page
And knowing that people read it
That people expect who you are
It’s brilliant

When you live a life of not speaking up
Of being that quite person in the background
Expressing yourself is… magnificent

I’m not me when I write
Something takes over me, controls me
So much so that I don’t really know what I am writing consciously
But it works so well 

I guess some people will never understand 
The joy in it all

When you're my age and you develop some characteristic
That doesn’t suit the normal criteria you get picked on

It happens, you can’t stop it
But I feel sorry for them

Expressing yourself through writing is one of my greatest joys
And I’m not going to stop
Not now
Not ever 


Details | Romanticism | |

The Little Things She Doesn't Do

It's not always just the things she does
That makes me love her
But also the little things
she doesn't do 
that mean so much to me
things I do so appreciate
that many may not even see.

But the reasons why I love her
are as numerous and prolific
as the leaves on a thousand
flourishing trees
As countless as the stars
that twinkle in the velvet 
pin cushioned sky
as plentiful as the fish
that swim in the sea.

She never ceases to surprise me
by the things she does and says
because she makes everyday
a wonderful glorious
summers day.

I have been truly blessed
beyond my wildest fanciful dreams
I appreciate everything she does
no matter how small
and I could spend from now to eternity
just how much she means to me.


'Pure fantasy'.



Peter Dome.copyright, 2013 .Dec.


Details | I do not know? | |

Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom

(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)



Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:



Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.


He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.


After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.


In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.


Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.


He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.


Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.


On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.


Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.


His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.


In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.


On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:


‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.

Tell my people that I love them.

They must continue the fight.’



Mahlangu died for a cause!



Salute!



The Struggle Continues…




(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)


Details | Rhyme | |

The Victory Dance

To play as if today
Is your only chance.
Some say, “It’s just a game.”
Have they done the Victory Dance?

When hard-earned Victory
Was finally at hand,
Have they felt the glory
Raining down from the stands?

To do or not to do….
No one wants to hear, “We tried.”
Effort and dedication will be rewarded… 
And ‘Sooner Magic’ is on your side. 

Yes, to fall short is still an option;
But much better to succeed.
Heroes are made and remembered
Only by their deeds.

So, just go out and win.
Give your all to each and every chance.
Persevere and achieve…

And do the Victory Dance.


Details | Ballad | |

The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.



Details | Sestina | |

A Thousand Paper Cranes: sen-zu-baru

     A thousand paper cranes fly towards the crimson sun,
     bringing with them prayers a billion times strong
     Beautiful winged wishes born from love.
     Where the earth shattered, it only empowered souls 
     Where the waters overflowed, it only buoyed hope
     Like water lilies floating, pink and alive with blossom


Amidst the rubble, acts of courage would blossom
spreading…blinding…as bright as the sun
Drying tears of fear as they are replaced with hope
This bravery never waned, it actually grew strong
as they staunchly picked up pieces, unified souls
Facing the chaos, tied together with love


      No words can truly capture it, except maybe for love?
      Of how tenacity just continued to blossom
      That despite mind-numbing dread that enveloped souls,
      that even if it seemed that there was only bleeding sun,
      compassion for others did not waver, remained strong
      Lives given for others, in the name of love, sparking hope 


Death may have cloaked the land, but there is always hope
seeping through the crevices, and reaching out to love
which in turn reflect on eyes, keeping that bond strong…
It goes beyond broken shores, to all hearts that blossom
Watered by tears of faith and courage from the Land of the Rising Sun
Quenching the thirst brought by grief, refreshing souls


      Amazing how shattered lines can flow into souls,
      Winding around each one, tethered by hope
      Distance doesn’t matter, since all breathe under the same sun,
      swim in the same sea of worries, yet energized by love
      At the moment of impact, lives got broken, crushing blossom
      As the world stood still for them, they stood proud and strong


The earth buckled, the waters heaved but the people remained strong
There was calm and peace shining through all the beautiful souls
Muddied brown waters pave the way for the glorious lotus blossom
bursting forth, sprinkling seeds of hope
Pain comes in many different forms, but it can also give birth to love
Lighting up lives, so rise and shine brightly, Japan…Land of the Rising Sun


      These thousand strong paper cranes were folded with care and hope,
      each crease a testament to the tenacity of souls, the power of love
      May peace blossom in hearts, let these cranes soar forever, and fuel the Sun



*I have a senryu of the same title though :)...
winged wishes 
 folded in prayer and love... 
a thousand paper cranes
---for Debbie's Tribute to Japan contest :)


Details | Narrative | |

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 | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Details | I do not know? | |

My Father's Footsteps

I can see you up ahead of me
I am following 
in your footsteps

no matter how fast I walk
I cannot catch up 

your footsteps are bigger than mine
but they were warm 
and safe to step in

you turn around
and smile encouragingly
then return to your journey

thank you for your footsteps
when I can no longer see you 
they will always be here
pointing me in the right direction

Dora Roimata Langsbury
27 June 2009

Written for my father, Kuao Langsbury, for his 75th birthday gift.


Details | Rhyme | |

Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

Lipstick Night

A Beautiful woman
Sweet Voice, Hypnotizing eyes
Displays of smiles
Emotions of lies 
Life seems normal
No obvious dismays
Yet you have no idea about her life or necessary ways.
You would never know what story she has to tell
You would never know how she lives so well
Not an average career Yet one so real
Only the true Lipsticks now she  truly feels.
Shadows with no name
Conversations with no face
Only thing relevant is the action taking place
Makeup just right
Hair up tight
Eyelashes fluttering
Along with whispers in the night
They want to know more about her
So they try and converse
She accepts no emotional visitors 
Strictly business & Dead presidents to place in her purse
Her lipstick leaves her mark 
Dismisses those nameless shadows when the magic is done
Strictly pure survival
All work no fun
It Keeps the luxury in her pockets
A smile on her face
She a woman of strenth and undeniable grace
Sweet woman by day
A Beautiful host by night
Welcome to her world
Of a Lipstick Night


Details | Ode | |

Dreamer

Call me the dreamer of dreams. 
I am the one that reaches for the highest of heights.
I use the clouds as a helpful step to rest my feet as I reach. 
Stretching my arms up high, trying to grasp a hold of the stars. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that struggles through the thistles and thorns. 
Reaching forward, eyes tearing up as I bleed for the light that will soon be mine.
I use the light's rays as motivational beams, urging me forward. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams. 
I am the one who fights through the ridicule and puns. 
I fly through the maze of the bombardment of insults and put downs, straight to my prize. 
I use the tormenting words as encouragement to later prove them wrong. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that searches for truth. 
I wander through a world of lies and tricksters as they try to make me lose focus.
Discovering traps and evading paths of lies by evaluating them with logic and reason.
With every lie evaded, I inch closer to the truth. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am that one, the one who dreams.
For without dreams I am nothing, but a human with no purpose. 
And when my dreams are reached, the scars I will wear proudly.
For the struggles I had faced will stand as validation to how much my dreams are worth.


Details | Senryu | |

Playground

Kids go down
The slide…they head toward the swings
TIME TO SCREAM!

Free time ends
Their parents want to go home
Frowns exchange 


Details | Epitaph | |

The Unknown Soldier

I stand at your grave.
I do not know your name.
I know not where you are from.
Where you fought,
nor where you died.

The horrors and pain you suffered,
were not in vain.
The death and destruction brought you pain.

I weep at your grave,
for the life you gave.
I weep for the Mother,
that gave you that life.

I kneel before your grave.
I bow my head in gratitude to you,
The Unknown Soldier.
Forever Remembered.


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 | Free verse | |

Bladder Problems in Class

Numbers on 
White board…names written hori-
zontally

Students ask
To go pee…right when class starts – 
THAT’S just wrong…

Bathroom line
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!

People are
Not using lunchtime to do 
Their business 

No one knows
When to do their duties – SER-
IOUSLY?


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Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.


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LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


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Nothing to lose

Broken, Cold, Empty, Devoid of hope
These are the forgotten generation
These are the few who stood up
The young that fell for such a cause

Lost, scarred, unremembered,
These boys sent with hope of glory
Learn instead what it costs
To die a nameless death

Over they go with nothing to lose
Over they fall with nothing to lose
Over they die with nothing to lose


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The Family That God Gave to Me

The Family That God Gave to Me I think about the family, that God gave to me... And think about where they'll spend eternity! I think about the good times, that we've had. And the trials we've faced... Both good and bad! God helped us to overcome adversity together! And proved his faithfulness... Today and forever! He showed us the Godly path, that we should follow... And promised to be with us! Today and tomorrow! He's proven how much he loves us! And how much that he cares for us! Thank you my lord, for all you do! Where would we be? If not for you? You've proven yourself over and over again! Thank you so much, for being our friend! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Elegy | |

Daddy

"Daddy" the way I call my father
The man who loves my mother
The man who gave life to me
And the man who will risks his life to protect his family.

He's not showy about his feelings
But I know he loves us unconditionally
He gets angry when his siblings were hurt
And he makes us laugh the way he dances and tells us jokes

Now..he left us already
His silly jokes,crazy dance moves now were gone
Coz he went to a far away land
In a place where  hurt and sorrow has no place in man

I miss my daddy a lot
His voice,
His jokes,
His crazy dance moves
And his being father to us
I miss everything about him!

I know God has a plan
And I give everything into His merciful hand
Pls.take care ofmy daddy in heaven
Coz someday we'll see him again
And continue the sing and dance with him again...


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Dear Michelle

You almost had me,
I wanted you,
The way you stuck to me like super glue,
I was feeling you,
But I knew,
I could never have you,
But, the way you looked at me,
The way my body pleads,
We can never be,
Because I’m too old,
And your only thirteen.


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Puzzle Piece

A puzzle piece you are to me 
Like a vine without any leaves. 
Your heart is pure your soul is 
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll 
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes 
it seemed, knowing they said 
no babies for me! Always a 
surprise you seem to be just 
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months 
you walked but not until 4 did 
you first talk! Always a terror 
making a beautiful mess always 
a surprise that has yet to be 
met! The twists and turns I 
know we will see will seem 
somewhat like a roller coaster 
to me! The milestones and 
special gifts you bring will make 
my life seem Like a dream, my 
special boy I have always said 
How special I knew not till 
Aspergers they said! The 
journey will be trying the 
journey will seem long! But 
with our family together we will 
chug along! My special boy I 
love you so and cannot wait to 
see you mature and grow! Now 
we have a goal we have our 
dream you see to make you the 
perfect fitting puzzle piece!! 


Written by: Christina Kirks 
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For 
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr 
Mommy loves you to eternity 
and beyond! Forever and 
always!



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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.


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A Child's Dream Come True

As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.


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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 ? 

                   

         
  


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leaving August

        Leaving the last days of August
          memories of the sea waves crashing 
        Tides that leave shells broken to find ~
        
        picnic memories ~
                      fireworks night 
                             Birthday cakes sparkle ~

    sunburns under a sage kissed dessert Moonlight 
         The Summer reminds us of happier days
             scents of coconut oil and lime 
        
            reminds us all of what is yet to come ~
              
              The rain comes down hard
          crying for all souls lost and left behind

             The birds fly in perfect form 
           reminding all of the September storm 
             
           begging for history not to repeat ~
 
                 ~   In war 
                        no wins 
                            only defeat ~
 
            two beams of light straight to the Heavens   
                stay through the whole month of September
                   they remind us to listen silently we stand still 
          
          For the city lives and breaths left with loss 
                    many questions unanswered remain ~
                  
               Leaving behind August
                    entering Septembers fears ~
               
                          
                             



 I love this poem because it reflects on the past and the coming month in remembrance of history that took place September 11th 2001. In a way it is a oxymoron . from passionate summer nights to the fear embraced in the month coming :)

                    



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Crazy

My friends and I had midnight hide and seek
One had to stand by a tree and not peek
In my state of hiding great I was hard to find
My friends decided to just be unkind
They all got together and decided to hunt me down
I first hid in the river near my house and almost drown
When they walk close by me I silently move through the grass
It was very hard to see, but I crawled a long time and almost ran out of gas
Then I heard one say that they were going up and wait by the tree
I had an idea that made a way to make them see
A shadow that ran in the distance thinking that would be
I had my horse pull a little manikin to make them think it was me
My friends took their flashlight and shined it toward it
I thought I had them but one thing was clear they did not fall for it not a bit
They all laugh and started to call out my name
They all asked how the heck did you have time to pull that trick that was so lame
I did not answer so they kept on looking for me, but I was so quick 
Some of my friends started to get really mad and tick
I was a master of doing weird things they all knew what I can do
The night was still young and the grass was collecting dew
I decided to make a distraction once again
To think of it, it would probably make the night end
My friends finally surrounded my tree house
I was quiet, so quiet, more than a mouse
I had some rope in the tree house to make my escape
To distract them I made a loud noise like an ape
The tree that my tree house was in was at least forty feet up
I had some stash in my tree house a drink or two in a cup
My final hour is about to end I did not want my friends to catch me till I got to the tree
I took the rope and tide it on a branch and pushed off and that was the key
I landed on the garage roof and sneaked my way to the tree
My friends knew me to well that they plan things before I could see
They had a fish net ready for me to step into
I thought that was kinda wise and some what like pew
The few feet by the tree there was two of my friends that was ready
Up in the tree they both jumped down and pulled me up in the net fast and steady
They thought they had won, the person had to tag me before I touch tree
She ended up having to get something to stand on to reach me
I swung my weight back and forth till I ended up touching and the game ended
My friends and I were so full of surprises and that is what the game handed


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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







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Affirmation






Think only Pleasant
As God has given you
His given Grace
To be pleasant
Be contrite for you know
That it is not negativity
Which brings' positive results'
              --------
Look for a reason to assure
          Not react...
   To not command, but
Appreciate and respect
Do not retaliate, but ingratiate
          Most of all....
Be well rounded and accepting
Rather attentive and benevolent
         And so be it,
     Fore it is there-by
   By the Grace of God
And to all that which is Holy



Gary Fields
Poet/Author


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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.


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THE MATRIARCH

THE MATRIARCH 
(In Memory of Eva Vescovi Dixon 1910-2010) 
by Tina (Vescovi) Lasley 

She was a Sister, Mother, Aunt and Friend 
Someone on whom you could always depend 
She was Counselor, Advisor, and Mentor to all 
There to pick us up if we should fall 

She was persistent, tenacious and so strong willed 
Not one to be stopped or one to be stilled 
She was ahead of her time in so many ways 
Working on war planes in her early days 

Owning a restaurant and a Florist too 
When it was an uncommon thing for Women to do 
Arranging flowers each and every day 
Making sprays and bouquets to earn her way 

Raising two Sons all on her own 
Without self help books and how to be shown 
Working long hours, six days a week 
No time for vacations or much rest to seek 

She made time for us all, to sit and chat 
Telling stories from the past about this and that 
She remembered all the names in the photo book 
When we would ask as we took a look 

Her homemade ravioli’s were the best around 
Her sweet potato pie could always be found 
Family recipes passed one to another 
Learned from the great Italian Mother 

She kept regular hair appointments, clear to the end 
Her “Beauty Operator”, more Family than Friend 
She was loved by her neighbors and all that she knew 
Long standing friendships through the years that grew 

Each year, her garden she’d tend 
Sharing her bounty with Family and Friend 
There wasn’t a plant she couldn’t revive 
Even when you thought it would never survive 

She tried to retire at age 75 
But missed being around people and feeling alive 
Back to work she went for 17 more years 
Working part time at a Florist that happened to be near 

She retired a 2nd time at age 92 
Finding ways to keep busy with things to do 
She befriended two robins that followed her around 
Moving from window to window, until she could be found 

Grandmother, Great Grandmother, to such a big brood 
Her hugs and kisses sure to lift your mood 
She will always be remembered at the door waving goodbye 
Trying hard to smile with a tear in her eye 

She saw so much in her 100 years 
Even outlived all of her peers 
But the good Lord said, “Eva, it’s time to go” 
Heaven is waiting on you to show.


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THE ATHELETS

           IT WAS IN A RACE
           FOR ACCOMPLISHMENT
           AMONG , I WAS IN RACE
           AMONG THE HEADS FOR SUCCESS
           
           
           SOME SPECTATORS BOO
           SOME SPECTATORS WOO
            SOME ATHLETES FELL 
            ON THE TO SUCCESS

            THEY DANCE TO THE TUNE
            OF BOOING SPECTATORS
            I DANCE TO THE TUNE
            WOOING SPECTATORS

            DESTINATION , WE ARRIVED
            AND FORTUNE SMILE ON ME


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The Sooner Recruit

Fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan;
And watched thousands of recruits try to make my Sooners Team.
Often, I’ve enviously wondered what it must be like
To be a touted Sooners recruit, living out his dream.

He’d had a great career through high school;
Made good grades, was a football star, played baseball too.
Coach said college recruiters were watching closely;
So, he tried his very best to make his dream come true.

You see, he’d played on the L’il Sooners as a kid;
Started getting serious about the game when he was only eight
Played with older, bigger boys and practiced hard;
Always told his friends, “To be a Sooner, ya gotta play great”.

Oh yes, his parents raised a football player;
And, even more important, a Sooners fan;
But he wanted more, to be a Sooner,
To feel the glory raining down from the stands. 

Now, the Sooners’ Head Coach is in his living room.
“Son, you’ve got talent.  We think you fit our scheme.
We’re offering you a scholarship, an opportunity
To be an important member of our great Sooners Team”.

His mother smiles her biggest smile.
His father nods proudly and pats him on the knee.
“Lord knows, son, it’s a dream come true.
Go be the very best Sooner you can be”.

He walks into the locker room,
Not quite sure what to expect;
But sure that to play for the Sooners
He will first have to earn respect.

He looks each man straight in the eye - 
Other recruits, trainers, assistants, and every coach.
“Be proud, but respectful”, his mother had said;
Your character, more than your performance, must be above reproach”.

His handshake is firm and he smiles.
“Only one chance for a first impression”, his father had said;
"Always put yourself in positive light, on and off the field.
That’s what it will take to play for the mighty Big Red”.

He meets so many other recruits, each one a high school star.
He’s played against a few and knows they share his dream.
And, to a man, each knows before any chance for Glory,
He first must prove worthy to play for this Sooners Team.

He knows a few will fail to meet the coaches’ expectations.
For some, the scout team will be their fate.
Many will suit up, but rarely play.
Only the very best will ever dare to be great.

Coach says, “If every man learns and executes when called on,
Then this team, we Sooners, will win a lot of games;
But, win or lose, if you play hard and give your very best,
You’ll never have to hang your heads in shame”.

“But gentlemen, with or without you, this team will win.
Every season, the Sooners strive to win it All.
So, listen, work hard, and prepare yourselves.  Each game is war...
And you must be ready when Victory calls”.

Through grueling practices, he finds himself.
As he walks to class, his closest friends are aches and pains;
But, just the other day, Coach helped him up, smiled, and patted his helmet.
“You’re doin’ fine, son.  Keep pushin’.  Remember, no pain, no gain”.

He sees his name on the "open scrimmage" roster for the very first time.
It’s a moment he’ll never forget, another milestone in his dream.
He calls his Mom and Dad, knowing they’ll tell his family and his friends.
He hopes they’ll actually see him play, proof he’s made the Team.

As he suits up for the last pre-season open scrimmage,
He wonders if the coaches would really let a freshman play at all;
But Coach puts him in for eight plays against the first team;
He makes two great open-field tackles and intercepts the ball.

He barely hears the roar of the crowd, as the whole defense “gives him five”.
He’s so excited, he forgets to ask if he can keep that ball.
Fans are buzzing, “Did you see that hit”!?  “Who is that kid”!?
“Will he red shirt or will Coach let him play this fall”? 

He sees his name in the Sunday paper, hears it on local sports.
He’s happy, but he doesn’t let it go to his head.
He keeps his focus and uses it as motivation.
After all, he wants to start one day for the mighty Big Red.

Yes, we’ll hear more of this young recruit.
Perhaps, one day he’ll be the hero of the game.
A seasoned veteran, maybe All Conference or even All American,
Who’s tasted Victory many times and helped glorify the Sooners’ name.

Oh yes, there have been so many who’ve aspired;
But many fewer who’ve actually made our Sooners Team.
They are our heroes, each and every one;
For it’s through their accomplishments, we fans can live the dream.

Billy Vessels, Steve Owens, Billy Sims, and Jason White,
The Selmons, Little Joe, the Boz, Josh Heupel, and “Q”
They, and so many others, were once touted Sooners recruits;
Who set a higher mark and built the Tradition that is OU.

So, c’mon! c’mon! all you great young football players!
Dedicate your talents to OU’s Team and OU’s Fans.
Make Oklahoma’s Owen Field your Field of Dreams,
And feel the Glory raining down from the stands. 


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The Masters

h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no baby worrys from the devil. whispers on my ear xrtays , be very afraid, cantrall camaflauge like a sand dollar, honor boy we descretion , a virtue is all im left now, we the still launching balls in the park, remarks, its remarkableaint it?deep all dark as the cell lights from weldsgenuine from the top to the bottom, weathered by the struggle tried and true i confess tyhe devil still got a bounty on my head here, Weapons come bring all even that

determination reaffirmed confirmation
dragged across the face of
the devil, and i will face him,
killer on a cutthroat, lost my chrome and prorellis,
tomahawk mechetes,common cause i blare on, bread and butter, married to love of, giving mary credit, everytime i ever said it, deeper than the message, freedom never said more, boy act like he badder, go for me now im bipolar facing all weapons like its the deepest ****ing episode, connection in the west, no nothing coming easy, friends spell finders,wilder than saying it aint over, i aint acting like im clean, babys body beating on my head whelps and melodies, def to a felony, boy consider carefully im more than just distant memories, more than u still feell, the crown on your head of a king i slam down, been down in this sound like seashells has been around, like it hurts well pain is my profession, still trying trying to perfect it, pros dont know whats pros and cons know, among those pics as fast a lens close, so i been known tell u motha****as i been known, still feeling likke i got a price on me, yea devils got a bounty on my head, ask my nephew, ask me and stars shine like scars be me traveling far to minds, reaching for more life treating this like im beast tearing out this town by its eyeballs, white squalls black powder , blast that ass like Im massive passions in acid baths,listen strictly speaking to the Masters, G-force and white noise creator of the devil salngs pain choice words Streets still speak ina deep voice, do u feel remorse, hear the men i lead hear me boy slient in a count down anticipation anger too got u making mistakes now, now now no i aint even dressed in your wardrobe, take the tie off, nical all nighters, alcohol graig them twist their ****ing minds up, listen if u got better hand, well stealth meet finesse's nails, i said i will, sett a trap and the net never catches me it never will, dealing with a hardhead, as i rain hell down soft my middle finger the taste of victory , that u still long for, flash that mercy and emergencys well dont freak out, i speak out
and put a X on a narc's head, boy im part metal, its what i teethed on, Like Im thuggish for accidents that the dicate the laws broken by a skunk, feel my blanco vendetta,as it shrinks your stature, just suppose I stole your power, well ***** u can have it back,


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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.


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NIRBHAYA- the fearless one




You flow from our eyes as tears-tragic
Innocent spirit of your spunky youth,
You are a martyr, brave one- without fear;
Lifting the evil veils to embrace truth.

You flow from our hearts as humanity bleeds
Girl, We salute your warrior's courage
Brave one- without fear, you are a martyr,
Your ethereal soul, we pay homage!

You flow through veins as bubbling vengeance,
For every girl's horrendous suffering
you are a martyr. Brave one - without fear
Uniting us in death, is your life an offering?

You flow through our streets as strong protests
Towards each savage and grotesque act,
Brave one- without fear, you are a martyr
Igniting reforms to forge formidable laws and pact.

You flow through our minds as lurking shame,
We failed to shield you from the terrifying pain
You are a martyr, brave one- without fear,
Solemn promise, your sacrifice shall not be vain!




*dedicated to the Delhi brave heart who so wished to live despite the indescribable agony she suffered

2nd Jan 2013
 Zanila Rhyme 


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We Welcome the Sun

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 

A gleaming sunrise is seen in the distance – shedding relief 
Bursting forth like fireworks in the dark blue sky 
Hues of beauty and sincerity washes away our grief
The cheery clouds come together like lovers embracing one another

I’m never waving goodbye
   
It’s so surreal… and magnificent to see this scene unfold
You lift up the sparkling light… you’re an angel from up above
It’s so vibrant – the illuminated sight never dulled 
You bring us luck and excitement – 

You’re as pleasant as a dove 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the love
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To omit the darkness 
To abolish the distress
To conceal the darkness
And reveal the halo
Hovering around your head
Burning away the dread 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun

An ocean of love is rubbing against my feet
Blankets of comfort embrace me now… our love will never dry
You treat us with reverence and I repeat – 
You’re as pleasant as a dove – taking wing from on high 
We welcome the sun in the morning 
We welcome the sun with open arms
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun 

A speedy breeze is whistling in my ears
Spiraling mad like a spinning top
Spiraling mad with all of its might 
You’re very intriguing – you casted away our fears 
Your gorgeous eyes
Project bright green and blue
You’re special in His sight 
He welcomes you
We welcome the hope 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To lighten up your load 
And lead you to the mercy road
Where you and I will escape to paradise
To drive out all of the negativity
To conceal the wretched farewells
To reveal the light in goodbye 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome you
With open arms 


Details | Rhyme | |

Speech of Tears

Speech of Tears – Zamreen Zarook

Drops of tears from our purl conveys a lot,
Each an every shedding has a ballot,
By identifying the core, our hands should allot,
Because, some might be extremely as shallot.

Chipper and blissfulness gives you cool tears,
Whereas in console and divesting flow hot tears,
Fear and pains give drains of tears,
Nothing that can be patch with dollars.

Some deliveries are automatic,
While some productions are acoustic,
Another drain says I am really bombastic,
Tears are at last solely cubistic.

They convey the emotions,
People go in search for solutions,
They become happy when they are with the precautions,
Reactions again as the tears, it’s the real abbreviation.


Details | Ode | |

An Ode to a Very Young Poet

Though I may not do him justice, with my meager skills,
I write of Aaron Guttery
Most of you probably don't know him, but I feel you would,
By simply reading his poetry
With a pen in hand and vast of oceans of ink
He's ready to tackle the world, swim or sink
He's been here, just thirteen years on God's green earth
And already he knows the difference between price tag and worth
It's not about package, for that's just flashy covering for the stuff kept inside
Though very talented he doesn't gloat - but recalls how Satan's first sin was pride
He had a brave and humble mission to show us the world in a totally different light
When things are tough you can't just wait for the storm to pass,
You adjust the sails and face the night
The world is a top and we simply tag along for the ride
Unaware of those that have to fight just to survive
He wrote raps like Misfit - telling everyone he was an outsider looking in
But he also wrote Irreplaceable - exposing the heart of gold hidden within
Through all the hard times and he still exalts the Savior
It's written right there in black and white, you can see it through his behavior
He told me once "I don't believe I have anything to envy".
But I can plainly see that's just not true
Through the solace of mind to pen, and pen to paper, he sees clearly
There's just no way around it, words are stuck on him, like stubborn glue
Men four times his age are still looking for "the next big thing"
Still not knowing how precious little joy that brings
To relish in the temporary, with all your might,
To fall in love with a moment that's born to die
All the while the questions that were worthy of asking
Are held up above like so many stars in the sky
Keep writing on, my friend. You affect the world than you know.
There is much more life in store for you
And I hope you share it with us all, as you continue to grow
Keep your feet on the ground and head in the clouds
Life ain't a library, so if you got something to say, shout it out loud
Those that matter will listen with their ears perked to the extreme
And those that just roll their eyes aren't worthy of being apart of your dream
Never ditch your sense of true importance,
Life will throw curveballs, and at times you'll even spit out teeth
But I've seen your resilience and have no doubt
That no matter what, you'll continue to follow your feet



NOTE: Aaron Guttery is a poet here on P-Soup. I wrote this because I believe his work needs to be more known... come take a look at his page :)


Details | Alliteration | |

My Love

My love I can not find you anywhere, 
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, 
because you are my soulmate, 
and us being apart can not be fate. 

You did not leave because you wanted to, 
It just was just something you had to do. 

I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, 
and knowing you was the love of my life, 
yet I would not make you my wife. 

I know that's what you really wanted 
and now I am feeling haunted, 
by the things I should have done, 
and you being the only one 
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. 
 
But you are gone 
and I can not go on, 
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.


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 | Free verse | |

Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?


Details | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


Details | Free verse | |

Final Adieu

Final Adieu

Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.

Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s college


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 | Epitaph | |

The Woman I Never Knew

She looked like an angel
Sitting there in her bed
Everybody loved her
She had a great sense of humor
They say I am like her
I am very honored.
She was my dear mother.

She was a very sick lady.
She had tuberculosis and stomach cancer
She left me and this old world at the age of forty-five
I was age five
Mom I love you and I miss you.


Details | Rhyme | |

We Need God Back Into Our Schools

We Need God Back Into Our Schools!

There are some trying to remove God from this nation!
They do is under; “a church and state separation.”

For many years,  God was taught in our schools!
Until the Supreme Court took it away, with it’s rules!

As so many young people look to fill life’s “void.”
They try many things that they think they’ll enjoy!

Rather than having God’s word to obey and live by.
They choose the kind of life that they will die by!

Drugs, sex and violence of many perverted kinds.
Are what is now filling so many young people’s minds!

Read the headlines!  Many young people are stressed out!
Yet our government can’t seem to figure it out!

Another shooting…  Another act of violence appears!
While any kind of answer seems to have disappeared!

The answer is not more money to solve their problem!
No matter how much the government tries to solve them!

Let me give you answer.  It’s called “read the Bible 101!”
It’s time to repent to God the father, the spirit and the son!

Our young people need God brought back into their life!
And allow him to heal their brokenness and strife!

Jesus Christ is the solution for which many are asking!
Only he can give anyone a life that’s everlasting!

Please come Lord Jesus!  And heal the wounded hearts!
It’s everyone one of us, that it needs to start!

No court or school can separate God’s love for you and me!
Where will you spend your eternity?

By Jim Pemberton   10/24/13


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 | Rhyme | |

Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


Details | Free verse | |

Self PORTRAIT

I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore




Details | Concrete | |

HABIT

I'm often repeated and hardly defeated

Could be good, bad or ugly

it all depends on what you make of me

I run a full course when fully encrypted

I am Habit

 

I can make you soar sky high

As well as fuel your eyes to cry

Can lead you to great profit

or lay you down underneath

Its still me Habit

 

A friend to both the achiever and mediocre

The very small stream that makes a river

What's your flavour? I make and mar

Can keep you redundant or take you far

 

Call me Habit

Be firm with me and you'll achieve a great feat

Be easy with me and you'll be wasted six feet


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 | Ballad | |

TO EVERY SOLDIER THAT THEIR IS

One of the happiest days,
Is  bringing our soldiers home alive,
To where they can be seen,
By their families once again,
To show them we love them,
And care about them,
In the ways we should,
Cause they gave up their time,
And their lives for this country,
For our freedoms we often take for granted,
To protect us from the domestic evils of today,
Whether we see them or not,
We should praise them all,
For all that they have done,
Including those who have fallen,
And can Not walk back through the gates of home,
For they have fallen and given more for this country,
And sacrificed more than we pay attention too,
To save us all for our freedoms,
Which our country will often forget,
With time the fallen one's,
Because we often pay attention to those,
Who are here in front of us and can fight,
One day at a time,
Which is the wrong way to be,
Cause all soldiers are made the same,
And should never be forgotten in anyway,
Day after day cause we have what we have,
To remind us all of all who have sacrificed their lives,
For the freedoms we have to keep us safe,
Each and everyday!


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 | Lyric | |

Lacerated Wings

They are bound to the Earth like trees
Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave 
Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen
Hoping that one day someone will see:
They can't escape with lacerated wings

The ocean surrounds me, covering everything
Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming
No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die
Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find
I can't escape with lacerated wings.

Swarms of nets, waves of screams 
Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams
The mask has be seared - The truth now they see
The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief
And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings

There's reasons for your rejections:
Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression
The scars are too deep to pass the trials
But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals
You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings


Details | Concrete | |

Athlete's Journey

This sport, a passion of mine, My teammates, all better than I, Will I ever get recognition? Hard work, part of my life as the air I breathe, To become as the rest, more must I do than they, Pain my body must endure, Blood I must shed without reservation, Sacrifices it shall require, All who have laughed, Those who dared to mock me, Shall see me ascend above all, A dream was where I began, A reality it shall become, If you believed, If you believed not, Witness it you shall!


Details | Light Poetry | |

You Alone

Look at you, you have found my heart
With love I stare into your eyes
With passion I devise
I can not part with you or can not stop the things I have started

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Look I walk by your side and I found my self crying
With your hands so soft with gentleness
With your smile so beautiful with carefulness
I do notice life with you without sighing

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Without a fear of losing you, you are in my visions
With beautiful roses by your side 
I love you more than twelve times
Without doubt I do love you, I care for you and you alone

So do not walk away 
Please lets talk about things anyway
With feelings of letting you go is make me ache in the heart
Do not stop believing my passion has fallen apart

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Look I want us to grow old with each other through years of journeys
With hope of sharing life of fulfillment that gives us memories
With this I hope to give all of my faith and I hope it is not to late
I Look into your eyes with such full life because you have been my life date

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

And you alone

So I raise my hands to embrace you

you alone



Details | Light Poetry | |

The Incapacity That Can Shape A Shattered Heart


Every life has courage
Every life can see the light
Every life can see the truth 
Every life is a priceless piece

Every day can be trailblazing
Everyday dialect has an exact mannerism
Every day has clues that suggest steadiness 
Every day has prolific languages 

Everything brought you here
Everything implies you still have a chance
Everything from the yesteryear breathes inside you
Everything is an avocation that you exist 

Every second entails presumptions centered on phenomena’s
Every second of apprehension can encumber the last
Every second devours time
Every second gave you a venture to be here now

Every one of us desires permanency
Every one of us strains to attain 
Every one of us has distinctions
Every one of us has a speech
Every one of us can generate a spark


Every Life
Every Day
Everything 
Every Second
Everyone Of Us 
Can Make a Difference


Details | Free verse | |

The Running Man

Leg over leg
I watch
Oh once great majestic man
Stuffed with life and vigor
Stood atop the world
Champion
Once conqueror of mountains
Now crushed by pleasure
Turned animal of desire 
Now the running re-claimer
Of past honors

Leg over leg
I watch
One step at a time
His lungs smashing against his insides,
As they fight for air,
Against a nicotine choke hold

Leg over leg
I watch
His feet
They burn,
Sprinting through a Savannah of flames
The weight of his past gluttony slows him down
And chains of sweets
Bind him to a mountain of food;
An animal
 Hungry for progress

Leg over leg
I watch
A hurricane of alcoholic despair swells above him
As a downpour of liquor whips his beast of a body
And all that he has drank
 Tries to wash him away

Leg over leg
I watch
His vision blurs,
The distant mountains and clouds begin to swirl,
The road ahead bends and buckles, 
His legs vanish beneath him
And he greets the floor with open arms

I watch
His heart rages
Trapped in a cage
The animal pushes and pulls aggressively
Painfully biting against his chest 
Until it finally becomes quiet
Still
Strangled by the smoke, grease and alcohol
Silencing all who witnessed their reign of terror
His body unmoving
Just inches from the finish line
Still
I watch 


Details | Couplet | |

Ohhhh Rain : Shower again

A small romantic rain poem dedicated to hubby.
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

"Ohhhh Rain..Shower again!!!!! "  

Showering in the rain, 
Draining the pain!
Enflueraging the essence of arenicolous sand,
Feeling blessed porting on this beautiful greenary land! Trees were roaming 
under fiercing winds,
Thanks nature for benevolently so kind!
Sip of sizzling coffee With Caramalized sugar,
Cheers hubby to accompany me my gelling agar!
Wanna capture this Driplets of aromatic water nearby lake,
So that I can make an icy snowflake!
That's amazing, "but ohhhh God,  I wish my honey is here".




Wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare  


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Dig

Broken,beaten,blind and lost
All but a spark of hope left to keep warm
But dig and claw on bruised muscles, on broken limbs
Until the light day fills your sight
Left blinded no more
Dig
Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will
Dig
Until the ground beneath is solid enough to stand
Walk,until the pain is mastered and stumbling ceases.
And you can say:
This will not be my grave.


Details | Lyric | |

Never Fight Alone

I got mad. Didn't know how to use my energy. So I made this song on the piano. I want to sing it with my brother when he's better. I hope he does get better soon. 
Dedicated to David. Just been so angry lately. And so sad. . .

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Verse I: (David) I was alone What can I say? I was lost Couldn't pray I was trapped In their games I regret it Everyday Verse II: (Laura) I was jaded By my sin Never sweated Anything Couldn't sleep Couldn't dream I was scared Of everything Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Verse IV: (David) I'm losing faith Can't find the way Can't erase The things I say I see the world Instant pain! If I'm anything I'm insane Verse V: (Laura) Don't talk that way! Just look at me! You are stronger Then I'll ever be! I pulled you in I pushed you free I was foolish Please come back to me Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand We'll never fight alone Never Fight Alone


Details | Acrostic | |

The Message

I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Sing with Chimes

Semovedly thine voice shall have no echo to hear.
Inly there be only hollowness to see no distant.
Natheless hardy wind, thou shall be inconsistent.
Gradual flow upon thee, wilts bring many a tear.
Wellaway can be withered upwards into cheer.
Iwis my heart and thou will bloom constant.
Thole stint without thee voice, time is non-existent.
Hark thy sweet melody showers over my fear.
Courage of mine shall champion forthcoming tune.
Heavenly fairies shall dance for both our souls.
I shall cherish and marry in month of June.
My love will grant me all musical controls.
Erelong our passion will bloom as we swoon.
Singing with chimes enriches our passionate goals.


Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Hybronnet | |

Old Bells Chime

Old bells chime clear in the night air; 
Bats fly low and swoop on the *tare. 
It’s wrong of me to hold your hand? 
In the last of sun’s rays, gold band. 

A white mist rolls in from the sea; 
It shrouds and cloaks you and me. 
I can drown in your corn blue eyes; 
Your gaze is where all my hope lies. 

Crops sway in the air on firm stem; 
Ripe on the cream stalks which bear them. 
Our love we do not speak of alone  
But we are ripe in our age and one. 

Weeds had grown in all of our lives,
dictate direction of our drives.

Dedicated to my husband, Ben.

*Tare [Pronounced ter]: In the Bible, a weed found growing among crops, usually considered to be darnel.
Darnel: Any of several usually weedy ryegrasses (genus Lolium)


Rhyming couplets chased by an un-rhymed couplet.


Details | Free verse | |

Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


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 | |

What Does Marriage Mean to YOU

What Does Marriage Mean to YOU?

What all hear various definitions
 of what marriage means.
Not realizing the consequences
 this often brings!

There’s often a lack of commitment and faithfulness.
Many still looking for a true source of happiness!

This institution, that God set up as a husband and wife.
Needs to have his spirit,
 to guide our life!

It’s no wonder why, there’s many falling apart!
It’s causing heartache and many broken hearts!

No court in the land can wash away sin’s dark stain.
When adultery happens, things aren’t the same!

May we all seek to ask God
 to strengthen our home!
He’s there to help us!
 When we feel all alone!

We need the blood of Jesus to daily cleanse us!
He wants to do this!  Because he loves us!

Jesus remains committed, faithful and strong!
His word will teach us what’s right and wrong!

May we seek HIS guidance and council!
You’ll find, that he is always most helpful!

Please Jesus… Heal the broken families
 across this nation!
For only you can provide
 a much needed foundation!

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | Free verse | |

Choose to be Happy

Choose to be Happy


I am happy because I choose to be; my life is far from perfect.

Others are content but I make conscious choices to be Happy and to be a positive person.

You don’t have to be rich or have a lot of money and material wealth to be happy.

Many wealthy people are poor in Spirit with all the money, fame and things that they have.

This Christmas Eve night as I write this poem I think about how I manage my money focusing on my needs first and then my wants.

I ask myself: Can I afford that? Do I need this? Can I wait for the store price to go down and get that dress on sale?

I hope that once I am financially stable with a decent job I can have a coat drive for kids age 1 through 16 in Trenton, New Jersey when every boy and girl gets a cute new coat and I hope that my story inspires others my battle with mental illness over 19 years…


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 | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess


Details | Imagism | |

GOD ALONE

I have barely seen Him or catch even His shadows around. 
I have barely touch His hands...
Nor I have barely heard His soft soothing voice..
Nor I have barely felt His footseps lurking beside or behind me..

However, what a deep soaring reassurance is His presence...
Not of like a Human Being that can be perceive..
Rather He is the silent rescuer and ever living Spirit..
No need for extravagant welcoming..

He has always been within our innerselves..
He is the calmer of our quivering nerves..
He is the greatest teacher not wanting us to fail. 
He is our dearest friend not forgetting..

He always is waiting for you and me..
His arms widely open to embrace us..
His unending; unfailing is so felt..
Beyond wonders; beyond times and beyond borders..

All the time we are invited to talk to Him..
Even sing a song for Him and with Him..
More to play a harmonious melody to commemorate Him..
Truly, majestic in limitless abundance is His providence...

He is only one..
No one can overpass Him..
All the earth will uphold His Name..
He is our God - OUR GOD...

by: olive_eloi
2:14pm
23/10/2013

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GOd has always been with me..
and so is He with you..
He will comfort you..
He will be there, never leaving..

just believe..
do trust..

blessed afternoon


Details | Acrostic | |

T H E S E C R E T

Though I did not want anyone to know

Helping people is what I try to do so I can grow

Even when it is tough I realize I help people not for show


Self involvement is a must a way to make things make sense

Eager to do things I become sometimes dense

Caring about the things I love is what really can help my choice

Revealing my secret to you I will keep my poise

Even when the time comes I will not be spoiled because of my heart

The secret to doing things is make it a great memory so it will not part


Details | Rhyme | |

Rodeo Cowboy

Spurs and Chaps and the Rodeo,
The Smell of Leather and Hay,
Lend a Romantic Excitement
To Being a Cowboy Today.

The Last of a Dying Breed,
These Cowboys Lead a Great Life.
They Travel All over the Country,
But the Majority Have No Wife.

There Isn't Much Room for Commitment,
Except to the Rodeo.
There's Something Way down Deep Inside,
Known as a Cowboy's Soul.

No One Else Can Understand
The Feeling He Has Inside,
And the Unique Excitement,
That Comes Before Each Ride.

Yes, He's a Rodeo Cowboy
His Life Is Lonely at Best,
But it Is in His Blood,
'Till the Day He's Laid to Rest.

Connie Moore


Details | Elegy | |

Kudos to barack Obama

yea tis history - that end gin shelled a mesh by mit Romney wailin
such below figurative belt mortar attack subterfuge and constant railin
 per accusations hurled at barack Obama presidential campaign
lobbed like scud missile grenades from invisible hand no longer m palin
in comparison and hence moot point for republicans to gain
so this joe of a voter re-fused 2 bide time 2 prevent candidate from failin
app laud clinched 2nd term deserved and occupy white house seat a gain
intent i wanna talia 2 acknowledge salient tactics to boost usa now ailin
sasha bravado blasting and gunning futile fusillades 
   which questionable oppositional stealth indiscriminately fired pell mell 
   to discredit supreme commander in chief an exemplary persona in the main
   such desperate toothless and nail biting tactics 
   replete with political retaliatory slanderous stockpile bombardment 
   but rather, he opts to build fracking rainbow coal bridges 2 somewhere
 over the rainbow toward future with his omnipotent time tested girders 
   of righteousness and gravitas quite simple and plain
casting confidence that the democrats rank as the robust strongest train
   eclipsing her livid burst of 15 minutes fame that briefly wax than wane!


Details | Free verse | |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | Alliteration | |

Two Feet In

Clinching my fists together,
I realize an emotion is driven,
How to get through,
The pain that has been given,
The paths are bright,
Only seeing so far into each,
The rest is out of sight,
My choice on which will teach,
Teach me like a young child,
Growing into an adult,
My ways are mild,
The hand says stop; halt,
Is that where you want,
To direct the heart,
Deep thoughts haunt,
The streets start to part.
It’s a decision for now,
In the future we’ll see,
In with two feet; plow,
Plow the other lane-no longer to be.
I chose right,
Wrongs may come across,
Darkness comes every night,
But I stand up like a boss.
I’m the boss of my journey,
Which way to head next,
Points given; attorney,
With two feet I’ll use respects.

Choose which way will benefit-but always know there’s darkness in every path, so stand with TWO feet.


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 | Free verse | |

Daybreak

I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday


Details | ABC | |

A New Life

With birth is a new beginning, 
A destination to a new journey ahead 
From a child grown into maturity 
With youth to age 
From innocent to awareness 
And ignorance to just knowing, 
Perhaps to wisdom 
From the weakness to the strength 
Health to sickness 
We pray to good health again 
A path each of us follow 
With dreams of success in our lives 
To being happy with bliss and love our selfs 
And one another 
We could have a life filled with loves joy 
To treasure always forever 
A new life miracle is born into that 
First new life of natures blessings 
Never take anything for granted 
For this new life is a gift from the heavens 
To always cherish forever and each is unique 

By Brian otoole


Details | Rhyme | |

A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

When I Look At You

When I look at you,
I pray that I don’t lose touch with you
When I look at you, 
I prey upon happiness and I never knew
That you mentioned me in your dorm
When I look at you,
My mind wraps all around you
When I look at you,
You give me a natural high, 
But it’s only temporary…
When you wake up,
I pray that you had the best of dreams
When you wake up,
I prey upon your energy and 
Soar like an eagle in the sky
He watches over me as years pass me by
Our friendship is too good to be true
We’re so lucky to have each other…
Weep no more, for your name is carved in my heart
There shall be no more death…
Bitter, worthless clouds spill out remorse – 
Depart and be gone!
I’m waiting to say “greetings” to you
I don’t have the strength to fight the battle
Endless thoughts spiral in my head
Making me feel awfully dead…
Many things are left a mystery for a purpose
When I look at you,
I pray that I don’t forget your name
When I look at you, 
I prey upon your joy and I never knew
That you mentioned me in an optimistic way
When I look at you,
My mind is overflowing with delight
When I look at you,
You give me a natural high, 
But it’s only temporary…
When you wake up,
I pray that you have the best breakfast
When you wake up,
I try to prey upon your glory, 
But you swim away like a swan in a sparkling lake
I wanna give you good advice…
I don’t wanna roll the dice…
I don’t wanna be a living sacrifice
I wanna throw away all of your pain 
I’m trying my best to reach the finish line
It’s hard to forgive the words you utter
It’s hard to forget and forgive yourself 
For the wrongs you’ve committed
My mouth kept running like the sink water
And my mind went numb and you seemed to be bothered
Pick up the shards of glass and show me some direction
I don’t know where to go from here…
But, I must keep a positive mindset
I’m not attempting to get you upset
When I look at you, 
I feel that I’m invisible 
You see right through me
And I reflect anguish and confusion
Have mercy on me and don’t be frightened
Disappear, thoughts of sadness
Reappear, thoughts of gladness
When I look at you,
I see…a joyous, gorgeous face and 
I sense that you’ll have a bright future
Just keep shining...with all of your might
God is near your side...leave behind all worry
Don't you know that you made me taste your glee?


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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








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My Story Telling Who is this Princes

The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking

Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died

As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard 
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know 
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence

Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt

My Story Telling  Together In A Strange World


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Healing Can Only Happen When the Pain Is Gone

Healing Can Only happen,
 When the Pain is Gone!

Healing can only happen, when the pain
 and damage are gone!
It can only come about, when there’s
 no “lists” of wrongs!

People need to move ahead, and put all
 of the past behind them!
And seek God’s forgiveness, 
so his grace can find ‘em!

Too many carry a load of sorrow
 and grief that they can’t afford!
They need to bring everything to Jesus,
 and make him their LORD!

How can we experience healing,
 if the suffering is still there?
How will we ever be able to love others,
 and truly care?

May we all seek the kind of healing,
 that only Christ can bring!
May we allow him to remove
 all pain and suffering!

Jesus…  We need your healing now!  More than ever before!
It is your love that we must learn
 to treasure and adore!

Please come now and refresh us with your awesome love!
The sweetness of your Holy Spirit, is a gift from above!

Thank you God!  The pain is gone and the healing has come!
All praise, glory and honor to Jesus!
 God’s anointed son!

By Jim Pemberton   10/19/13


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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





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I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton


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There's A Web of Temptation And Sin

There’s a Web of Temptation and Sin!

There’s a web of temptation and a lot of sin…
That brings slavery and a strong bondage within!

Throughout this land, there’s an evil surge!
While many lives, seem to be getting “submerged!”

Being submerged, into a life, that many believe in.
They become perverted, but want all to receive them!

The “love and acceptance,”
 that many desire.
Puts them on a tightrope!  A very thin wire!

As the web of temptation and sin begin to grow.
It brings a bondage that damages the soul!

They may want to have “love and acceptance.”
But in their hearts, needs to be a godly repentance!

May the holiness of a righteous God be stirred!
That all will come back, to the truth of his word!

His son Jesus, came to the cross! He bled and died!
That through him, our lives can be totally sanctified!

Only the power of God, can bring a needed restoration!
He gives to one and all… 
 A heavenly invitation!

Whosoever will… Come now!  And accept him!
Won’t you take the time, to really know him?

Don’t allow the web of life to destroy 
and overcome you!
Come to Jesus now!  He really does
 LOVE YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


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Dreams - An iota of Hope

A poem based on relationship…”A girl in her own dreams” 
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare :)


DREAMS - An Iota of HOPE 

“Waked up 7 :00 am in the morning..
saw my beauteous dreams transforming..
ohh yeah..with a drowsiness yawning..
Suddenly I found myself refreshing.
Excitedly Gone near by emblazoned window..
Fearfully Viewed a gloomy shadow..
Suddenly he smiled at me through haze of smoke..
Like a fantastic sizzling coke..
Soothing music on its full swing ..
Like a glittering diamond in the ring..
He ought to give me red rose..
On his bended knees he bows..
He tickled on my pierced nose..
With which I got glaciatedly froze..
Like a tempting dark fantasy chocolate melting in the mouth..
We strongly decided and took a royalistic oath..
He Embraced his hand on my shoulders..
Which Got intact like file and folders…
Like the moon  shines in the sparkling night..
Enduringly felt to hug him so tight..
Dazzling  Eyes immersed  in each other..
Tuned together like a romantic lover..
Every nerve of  us conjoined together..
Because the love lasted forever..forever…

Suddenly a glimpse of sun came and shattered all my zestful dreams..
“”Ohhhh.. ohhhh No..Not again. Not again. No more illustrations. No one can dwell my heart like you. Please come back. No more dreams please..””

.
 Yep this feeling arised at once and will be still till our last breathe. Lasting forever. Just forever..
 We trapped in each other’s heart and now no one dare to break our love-life’s part.. Apart..

Love is the essence of life and it is measured not by the count of breathe we take..but by the moments we share together till our last breathe..



Wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog. Pagare


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Questioning Life

Forget! Regret not, for it all has intention...
To attempt comprehension leads to double block wall.
In searching your question, much more loss is gotten, 
Confusion, dismay a deeper dug hole.
Infinitely seeking you strive for some meaning, 
the truth is quite simple you are not sole at all! 
Infusion connection the union eternal, 
Is easy to grasp when knowledge of whole,
is truly encountered from deep within query
The meaning the truth the love of it all...
Once trouble & strife and struggle are missing,
The clear light of being shows beauty once more.
Accept what is given agree to the treaty.
Fight not with your fears, and answer your call.
Find substance in living, step over delusions. 
Regardless of meaning, life’s radiance will soar.
So use this awareness these words and this practice,
Come forth tall and sturdy, head high and recall..
When sad and when empty in need of intention,
No doubts I plead! No need to explore!
Emotions you hold are sensed by your siblings,   
Your waves of sensation your truth and your soul... 
Are parts of us all, we are all together we are all but one!
In oneness we’re whole! 


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Jennifer Part 3

She has so much pain inside of her,
she doesn't know how to address it.
So she turns the pain into anger,
after she explodes, she becomes quiet.

She goes up to her room, upset.
Why does the world hate her so?
She thinks to herself, “That’s it!”
But in reality, it isn't though.

She lies on her bed,
Pulls out her book and reads.
As she turns the pages, she loses her head,
In her mind, she thinks “This is what I need.”

A place to escape the world,
Somewhere she can run.
For it seems everyone hates this girl,
And nothing she does is fun.

She plays her cello 
And loses herself in the music
She does this when she feels low
Then she plays the song of her pick

She listens to the beat she makes,
Trying to make it sound perfect,
But oh, she keeps making mistakes,
She thinks that she will never get it.

She leaves the cello alone
And watches her shows
She then grabs her phone
And tells her best friend the show as it goes.

She leaves the TV on, 
Then she enters her laptop.
She stays on till dawn,
She just can’t seem to stop.

She loves the idea of leaving the real world
And entering an imaginary one.
That’s the story of the girl,
Who is never done.


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In The Meadow

In the meadow is a quiet place
Little creatures run around and give chase
In the meadow were it is peaceful 
Little creatures have dreams that are cheerful
In the meadow were the sun some how shine
Little things of nature will combine
In the meadow the wind blows softly
Little creatures get bother abruptly
In the meadow life goes on with delight
Little creatures scurry when it becomes night

In the meadow the grass some how gets tall
Little that we know it makes sounds that call
In the meadow we hear whistles
Little sounds that some times chimes like crystals
In the meadow the water flows
Little things beside the water grows
In the meadow we smell moist grass
Little we know that nature has sass
In the meadow we wonder what will be
Little is what we know about the meadow you see


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Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton


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Where Is My Life Going


As I think about where my life has been...
It’s hard to believe that I’m still here again!

I think about the many things
 I’ve been through.
And ask myself the question; 
“what am I going to do?”

With the trials of life, 
have come trials.
A life filled with uncertainty 
and many “traveled miles.”

It’s like riding the waves of life’s stormy sea.
Never knowing where the next wave will take me!

Everything I know...  And all that I’ve done…
I lay down my life at the feet of Jesus... 
 God’s precious son!

I ask you Jesus for mercy!  I come to you now!
I come before your majesty and humbly bow!

You’ve brought love and wholeness within!
You’ve given me a “new life!”  
And took away my sin!

I love and thank you Lord, 
for your hand extended!
The beauty of your holiness
 is to be commended!

You brought to me hope,
 in a hopeless situation!
And have given to me 
the wonderful gift of salvation!

By Jim Pemberton


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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


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A real hero

                                                             A REAL HERO?
                                                          By: Synthia Miner

                  What does it take to be a hero?
  Being a single mother, keeping a family strong.
   or a single father, helping his daughter along.
  Maybe a soldier leaving his newly pregnant wife.
or making the ultimate sacrifice, to save only one life?

                  What makes a real hero?
      Knowing how to stop a drug lab or a bomb.
  or having the power to save a child gone wrong.
      Is it being able to help the hungry,
  or saving everything that’s been lonely.

                   How do we define a hero?
       Every way you look at it, people can say,
             heroes come naturally…. in a way,

       But; when you dig down deep,
          I see only one answer

           A real hero must have the will to live;
                 whether for him or her self,
      or everything and everyone one around them.
Heroes have the courage to stand up for what they believe in.

From this I say, that my Uncle Jason Mullholand is a real hero.
         He has fought for his life, not just to be alive,
                        but for raising his family.

                 So you see, heroes are hear everyday.
      It’s the soldier fighting for peace,
        and the mother battling cancer.
   And the kids you ignore hunting for food,
    Just to feed their always hungry siblings.

    A real hero values the life of everyone, 
     and charges with the courage of love.

To every hero out there 
Please keep up the fight for life!


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On This Day

I've waited this day to come
For you and I become one
Every day that has passed
I wish that we could last
 
After days,months and years we build together
Here we are now to be forever
I know that this is God's will
And I trust God for everything
 
On this day..
I'll promise to love you always
to hold your hand
No matter what we may face in future
 
On this day..
I'll promise that I'll be with you until we grow old
And You are better than anything you can compare in this world.


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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


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A BROTHERS LOVE

Though the winds of hardships blow,
And the storms of life, have rocked
Our worlds surroundings.
You've always been there for me,
As I've been so for you.
Turned upside down, and inside out,
Crushed beneath emotions tidal waves.
We've waited out together, the currants
 Shifting tides of life.
Symbiont siblings, cast outwardly, into
The vast expanse of humanity,
Struggling to survive, against the harsh
Reality’s of life beyond, our safety net,
That once we called home, is now gone.
Only in memories photo albums,
Can one recapture it's warmth, and 
Embrace the inner innocence, of
Childhood again.
Orphan’s of ages regrets, lingering
In tear stained silhouettes, I'm
Still here for thee, my sister,
A brothers love remains, to comfort,
And console, such a kindred spirit
As yours.
I'll try to brush away pains sorrow,
Easing a trouble  brow, leave your 
Wows aside.
Until the healing day of tomorrow,
Does shine upon us, not to worry,
Dearest heart for it will dawn.
So while yee rest, in your quiet
Slumber, remember I'll be
Watching over you,
My dearest sister.
Hopes faith lives within me,
I'll shoulder it's responsibility,
For the both of us.
Until you awake, and are
Restored once more, 
To be cherished by those,
Whom love thee the most.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN




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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?


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There's A Lot In Life, That I Don't Understand


There’s a lot in life, that I don’t understand! And a lot of wickedness throughout this land! A lot of heartache and misery, is what I’m seeing! Any kind of commitment, seems to be disappearing! Being faithful to anything, seems to be of the past. My lives seem to be falling apart… And fast! Any principles of Godly living, seem to be ignored. So many appear to be, “complacent and bored.” I often wonder what God must be thinking. When it seems like this whole world is “sinking!” I’ve decided to come to Jesus! And really pray! That people will really listen to what God has to say! “What shall the righteous do, if the foundations are destroyed?” Very soon, many of our “freedoms,” will not be enjoyed! Please, dear Jesus, come and heal our broken nation! Help us all to confess our sins! And accept your salvation! Please come and bring your peace and love within! That we may seek the living God! Once again! God is our only hope! It’s in him, that we’re strong! It’s in his arms of mercy, that we all belong! Please God… Come and touch us with your healing! It’s only in you, that we have a true meaning! By Jim Pemberton


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Parasitic Life Form

It‘s alive!
A life form 
Thriving on hatred
Reaped from societies
Greatest blunder 
Like lighting
Follows thunder  
We are following our ancestors 
Reproducing civilization   
Mistake 
Disregard the fact
That we are all human
our blood is red
I smirk when I’m contented 
And shed tears when I’m poignant
We are all equal
cease  this schism 
And trounce racism


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Cowgirl Up

Rise at first light.
This cowgirl enters up to ride this day.
She dawns her hat, for this is not any day.

Ready to pay her dues.
The sun will beat down,
hot and hard is how she'll ride.

Cowgirl up!
Into the shoot we go.
The blood pumping, muscles quivering.
Ready to go!

The gate slams open.
Off we go!
 My mustang and me,
to round that first barrel.

Away we go!
Rounding our second barrel.
Sweat trickling.

Thundering down to that third barrel.
We round that barrel,
the dust will follow.

With a war cry, 
We head down the long path home.
Followed by cheers and jeers,
she crosses the line!
Cowgirl is up and paid her dues.


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God Almighty

When I came to you I was broken and frail~Half my mind gone in despair

 Feeling so Low~Like mud on the ground~Wondering if my Joy would ever

 be found~Fighting and resisting at the very Start~then slowly you entered my heart

 Quietly and gently working insid my soul knowing just what you were doing to help me glow

You broke into my soul where I had been suffering the most you cleansed me

and entered me showing me what I needed to see, working endlessley on my soul

you cleansed me and made me once again whole. God almighty you never cease to

amaze me always by my side even when I'm at my worst, loving me endleslly and uncondionally..

You have opened my heart to the beauty again, the beauty of the clouds the beauty of your creations'

The beauty of the rain, the beauty of the thunder, the beauty most of all of your people.

Opened and vunerable I am to you always. Enter me and have me do your will in my life

help me to always follow you in every aspect of my mind, body, and soul with every ounce of me

Silently by my side help guide me in my ways so I do your ways and your will dear god almighty

Walking together down this journey in life nothing can go wrong with you by my side

Hold me and love me in this I pray guide me down the right roads along my way

I want you by my side for the rest of my life, no more going alone on this journey

I need you Lord God ALmighty to guide me ,Love me. and Hold me through my good and bad times..!

Written By Christina McCullouch 8/3/2012


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My Sins

My Sins – Zamreen Zarook

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

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

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

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


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Make him a soldier

Make him A Soldier


Make him a soldier 
so I won't cry anymore

Transform a boy to a man
 so he will stand...alone

 In the dark forest
 beaming 
as natural combustion of dusk in the sky 


Red blood running through our veins is the same
identical as if we share the same DNA 

And even as a child I couldn't deny how our hearts beat the same 

Rate pulse pace...boom 
it startled me
 but as I gaze in his eyes 
I felt a deep connection 
as if he knew me better than I knew myself
 
White
Our love is so pure and shall never be tampered 
and even if life tries to poison us 
we will always have each other 
pure love
 
Blue water
 a million miles away from me 
and as he travels from sea to sea 
I think of him daily 

I try to remember where we came from
 blue water 
shared space 
different times

 Blossomed from a tulip where our petals do not vary 
and the sepals seem to follow a course set to sail 


So I beg you 
Make him A soldier 
so I won't cry an ocean of tears 
Transform a boy to a man
so he will stand beside me in my darkest hour.
 Help me to raise my head 
when he is long gone from here 

When my fears are red 
 my soul turns blue 
let me remember the purity of us 
how I loved a my brother a man of red, white and blue!


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Easter

Earths people, it is time to wake up, the ‘Prince’ is alive! 
Ascension available, access through your heart 
Seek and you shall find! 
Time is short, personally unite, connect as one
Eternity given
Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with ‘our lord Jesus’ and ‘our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit

                     ***Happy Easter Everyone***


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For You

Listen, I have something to say
Oh! It's not really me, It's my heart
It's crying saying,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
It's broken saying,
I'll never get tired of saying that
every minute of my life.
It's dying saying,
I'm sorry, I'll never get tired even if all signs points me to none.
It's lost saying,
I am not expecting anything
But you can expect me to say I'm sorry still, 
even if all signs points to none.
It's sorry saying,
I missed you.
It's hoping saying,
Please forgive me.


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Dedication to Everyone

I feel that I have found a home in this cyberspace
with full of hearts and ideas in a special place
I wonder of all the people in the world to make me smile
with antics that help me grow in every mile
I do want to say to all of the people with respect
because of all of you my mind is not in a wreck
I would lie if I did not get ideas from all of you
without you my poems would not come true
I bless everyone with care 
with kindness and without dis-pare
I hold my hands high and put them together
with this I bless you with good weather
I do read some of the poems that people put out
sometimes I feel with out a doubt
I feel the pain in the poems that some has revealed
with hopes that they can read with their mind not sealed
I smile a bunch with every word
it is like a music in my head making a cord
I do want you all to know that you have made my day
to be a better day in every different array
I cherish my time with all the people in my heart
the words flow in my mind is just but a start
I'm happy with everyone in PoetrySoup.com 
with hardship that came this cyberspace makes me calm
I cannot choose five cause if I do I don't think it's right
just to tell you that is just my own insight
I thank all for helping me grow with all the poems that are shown
with faith and humor, with views of kindness this site has grown

If I had to say or dedicate my poems to who 
would be the first five who reads my poems with a point of view


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 | Romanticism | |

feelings of a man

To be on a hill on a tall dark horse,
With the wind
In a slight breeze
To take away the sweat from your forehead
And your steed
As look down at where you will be, with ease

Shining all in your full battle gear, 
The sun reflects of all your medals of heroism
Pinned up on your chest
Shining out the thoughts of your loves, shining near
Your favorite surrounds your own heart, 
You’re at and with your best

As you ready to go into the rift of blood and chaos
It is the loved ones on your mind that you protect
With your own life, as your heart will reflect 
A time in your life you enjoy a tear
For yourself, as you ride out to a possible loss
To meet deaths own door without fear, 
And feel more alive now than ever before 
with the souls you protect  
With the feelings of a man	


written 062714		


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Like you

I have dreams too
I have hopes too
I have plans too,
I cry too,
I laugh too,
I fail too,
I succeed too,
sometimes my world is
in black n white too,
sometimes so coloured 
and beautiful,
I make mistakes too
sometimes am so right too,

I pray too
sometimes I just forget tom
I care too
sometimes just 
indifferent
I try hard sometimes too
I relax sometimes and 
just let things be,
I'm just like you,
 just that
you'll never find another 
VIRGINIA like me,
am unique,
JUST LIKE YOU.


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 | 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 | |

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 | 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 | Ballad | |

Time To Tell

The time to be born has come and gone

 The present we know about her is our history

 A manifest to her existence in the map and in the head.

 This time is yet to unveil her bystanders.

 Though in written, she is known to be free

 But in words and actions she is shielded

 By weed, grasshoppers, termites and tortoise.

 Now, should we use fins and flippers

 To propel ourselves through her bloody sea?

 OR do we need any soothsayer to announce

 The burns of a lustful shielded cabinet to us?

 Dear Charcoals, time without number

 We are blinded to accept a crown

 We are forced to be subservient to a staff,

 And we have sold our loyalty by queuing behind the meadow.

 If surely the time will tell

 Then we need to look up to our history

 That is yet to appear before the land

 Let hope for an upright serving servant soon.

 And hope to behold a time to tell.


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me

Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me! Jesus is the best thing that happened to me! He loves me so much! It’s plain to see! Jesus has provided everything I need, to get tough! If it wasn’t for him… I don’t know what I’d do! Jesus has come, that I might life so abundantly! He’s given me all I need… Most assuredly! He does for me, what nothing in this world, could ever do! And completely understands, everything I go through! He brings his peace, hope and a blessed satisfaction! I can have fellowship with him! A “heavenly interaction!” He can restore what the enemy has stolen and taken away! He brings a true meaning! And has changed me today! I’m very thankful! For all that he’s provided! I’m going to live for him! This has already been decided! Thank you Jesus! My lord and my best friend! You’ve done so much for me! Over and over again! I praise your name! And want you to know… I’ll tell others of your goodness… Wherever I go! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Hamd | |

OWED TO DOLLY

written 28th June 2013


Raised in a world, without 'any' morals
 lead me to a... lifetime of sorrows
Words 'within'.. Dolly's song's..
 was the 'only' reason... I took this challenge on
Refusing to have 'my' children.. raised that, same way
 I focused on 'this'... world, she sung about..
In singing Dolly's song's, it would see me 'begin' to pray
 the crossing over.... to 'this', world of happy day's
Was.. much harder.. than her song's, did ever say
 believing... 'only', on her words, during the hardest of time's...
I'd sing her song... till it would.. eventually.. give way
 but with 'Dolly', as my guide
I took it all.. in stride
 twenty-one years after... my first step, onto this walk
It 'is'.. the one thing, I did right, seeking out this... world in which she spoke
 'unknown' to Dolly, She alone... gave me strength
To leave.. a world, in which... I'd grown..
 'and' guide us, to this little town, we now call home
So "thank you" Dolly Parton, for letting.. 'your' lyric's be known...
 they alone, were the power in which... I 'finally' found our, loving home.


Details | Free verse | |

Catching Fire

Catching Fire
Some of us are watching the skies for works of fire
While some of us are quietly catching it.

Which are you?


Details | Free verse | |

My Notebook

Stimulating ideas pop into your head
You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper 
It looks like you’re outtah luck…no wonder you’re drowning in dread
You need a shoulder to lie your head down for a moment’s rest… 
You need a helper…to aid you while you struggle emotionally…
I’m not trying to irritate you purposely

Try with all your might…try your best
To stay optimistic and fervent 
I believe that you’ll pass the test
Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant  

I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook…
Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter…
I’m a rotten mess – you’re leaving me as if I’m an uninteresting book 
Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don’t mean to bother…

But, you’re like no other . . .

You’re like a mat – you’re constantly stepped on…
I’m like YOUR unwanted tool – 
I stepped on you and
Pushed your buttons
I accused you of being the fool 
When, in fact, I’m the fool by your side…
You’re drifting…pushing me aside…

I’m writing words of truth though – 
Expressing how much I’m fond of you 

I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee 
At times, you do say things without thinking 
I’m the god of distress – 
You’re leaving me breathless 
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how much you make me…
Guilty for your crimes
Taking the blame about the hundredth time 

At times, I feel that I’m awkward when I’m around you

You’re like a backpack – you carry everyone’s weight…
You’re like a sponge – soaking in our stress
I’m a distraction to you – you’re wasting valuable time…but don’t hesitate 
I’m writing words of self-centered feelings – logic doesn’t exist…
But these feelings aren’t as bad as committing a crime
These feelings come and go – I just had to confess 
I didn’t mean to screw up your progress…

Hey, if you need a few sheets of paper to right on, 
Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might
It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on 
Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night  

When you wrote those words on my notebook…
It made my day…you’re such a delight 
Like reading a fascinating, classic book


Details | Narrative | |

The Rope Never Fully Loosened Up


Conversation with older folks always Makes us think about How complex we are When asked 80 to 90 percent of older people How are they doing? Most replies are the same “Child I am just waiting. Waiting! For what To meet my maker” From the time we were born Plans were made for us About our life What are you going to be? When we grow up And soon has one become an adult Our thoughts about dying Frighten us You are born then you die Life might be simple for some However, it a race to get over unfairness of life I met my third grade teacher last year The first thing she said to me “Did you follow your dreams? A moment in an instant world I felt like she were in control ^ She is much older now However, nothing has change We born, then we die No matter how hard we try The ropes never seem to loosen >/center>


Details | Couplet | |

Given It All

The match is approaching for time has now passed;
He eats a quick meal – knowing it to be last.

The field it is awaiting within thick fog and lights –
He knows that tonight is sure to be a fight.

He gets on a knee and says a quick prayer;
He does it so swiftly – this occasion not rare.

The field now approaches, ominous yet serene –
He sees his team waiting, their strength to be seen.

The ball is kicked and soars like a hawk;
And bodies collide with a thud and a shock.

A fight it turns out – their opponent of great size,
But his team presses forward with a fearless disguise.

Hard hits are given and he takes a few;
But he presses on, for his brothers do to.

Win or loss, fallen or tall,
He walks off the field having given it all.


Details | Ode | |

A Portrait of A Pastor

a portrait is a picture or a likeness of an object, person or place
a rendering, a representation of something in all of its grace
but a portrait of a Pastor is more than just a facade
it's not an image of what man thinks but a reflection of God

people come with their own agendas about what a Pastor should portray
but it's not his clothes nor his cars it's the message from God he conveys
a Pastor should be pictured as a faithful speaker who reveals the truth in his speech
an under shephard of our Lord Christ and it's the Gospel that he'll preach
a Pastor should be drawn as a mentor to his members and circumspect in his behavior
a prayer partner in conjunction with the Holy Spirit and Jesus our Savior
a Pastor should be an image of one who comforts all in their times of need
a teacher of the Gospel who in his flock tries to plant God's righteous seeds
a delineation of an obedient servant leader who stands firmly on God's Holy word
and he should not be the subject of gossip nor the pettiness of this world

a portrait of a Pastor should be a comment on his spiritual calling
an anointed man whom God will use to catch us when we've fallen
a portrait of a Pastor should be an exhibit of compassion, wisdom and respect
a display of leadership, kindness, humility and intellect
it should be a picture of a potter who tries to mold us into godly shape
a silhouette of a counselor who doesn't judge but advises when we make mistakes
a portrait of a Pastor should be a reflection of the image of our Lord Christ
a man who will always allow the Holy Spirit of God guide and rule his life


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 | 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 | |

New York Street Horse


Plunked down in chaos
from a gentler time,
blinkered from the traffic
he pulls the coach along.
Patient, in his harness bond
he tugs at hearts, with pathos-
as to his love of duty we respond. 
Amidst the screech of sirens
and the blasting horns,
he stands and dreams
of meadows in a nosebag.
 
Such rhythmic clicking of
 metal shoes on concrete,
full rolling of the carriage
wheels and he, confined,
down through the centuries
he thought he'd left behind.

Suzanne Delaney


Details | Alliteration | |

Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...


Details | Ballad | |

The ballad of Tich Thomas

The Ballad of Tich Tomas
.
A dog was howling in the night
Perhaps she knew the truth
That Tich would not be coming home
This dog needed no proof
That the man who she loved so
He’d come to her no more
Because Lance corporal Thomas was
 A victim of the war.

Now Tich, he was a country boy
His farm it was his life
A boon to his community
He’d give in times of strife
He learned his trade in farming school
With honours he’d come through
Then settled down to work his farm
That’s what he planned to do.

But then, one day it came to him
The news he did not need
He’d been called up for army life
He went off without heed
To do his time in Puckapunyal
To get him set for war
He soon made it as Infanteer
So he joined a fighting corp

He worked real hard and gained a stripe
This showed he had potential
He earned his skills in jungle fighting
And then there came the call
For he to go to Vietnam
To five RAR he was sent
Charlie company was his unit
When off to war he went

It was in April sixty six
Our man went into battle
There in the Phuc Tuy provence
Those guns did roar and rattle
Our Tich he fought real gallantly
So brave was he, but then
The shrapnel done it’s evil job
He joined the fallen men.

They brought his body back to those
Who were waiting for him there
The whole town came to welcome him
And helped with grief and prayer
They buried him with all the honours
That came to fighting souls
Who died to keep their country free
Courageous in their roles.

More honour it was placed on him
By the country where he’d fought
They built a statue in his name
And his likeness it was caught
By the sculptor who did honour him
And carve him into stone
And now Tich Tomas guards the park
As he stands there all alone.

If you’re ever down in Nannup town
Go to the park that’s there
You’ll see the statue of young Tich
As his spirit everywhere
Will fill the souls of those who see
This fighting man, so brave
Who’s body lies so peacefully
In his own town, in a grave.

2007


Details | Personification | |

Why Should I

Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I? 
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!

What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I? 
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!


®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich


Details | Pantoum | |

If Your Calling Me

If your calling me
I know your having a bad day
Life on the line I charge in
I'll do all I can to save you
I know your are having a bad day
I'll pull you out of whatever mess your in
I'll do all I can to save you
You must be in great peril
I'll pull you out of whatever mess your in
Life on the line I charge in
You must be in great peril
If your calling me


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 | Ballad | |

WHISPERS OF BOLOBOK

Hussshhhh of the sea breeze
Bolobok Cave nears it
Rain drops falling on my face
Trim down my long pony-tailed hair
Small crabs crawling over the brownish sand surface
Small stones scattered over
 Small caves with limestone
And having freshwater downstairs
Said there were ladders to climb and unclimb
To see the down caves
Now in a mysterious looks waiting for renovations
Where are these caretakers of nature?
The beauty of eye lenses looking at it
Please come and rescue this whispering ambiance of serenity 
For generations to enjoy
If this is an early human settlement 
Come take your responsibility
Oh the caretakers please come
Thank you


3 January 2013
Early Human Settlement
Bolobok Cave (Sungab Bulubuk)
Bongao, Tawi-Tawi Island
Sulu Archipelago

 


Details | Free verse | |

Central Park Looks Beautiful When You Are In Love

Central Park looks Beautiful When you’re In Love


Central Park without the gates of heaven screens;
     It’s heavenly, a poet daring to dream
  Harps and golden crowns of evenly bliss paradise

  Twilight, nylons and panels in the park;
  Where Lover dreams come true with sparks;

Behold the beauty, behold a lover.
Poetic, artistic, romantic, trees and sky liners 
Central Park the gates of heaven in clear view;

 It’s heavenly yet powerful; Poets dreams 
Cristal, Ruby, Diamond, Sapphire Pearl or gold
 Or just chilling its tares amongst the weeds
Strolling or experiencing it’s where lovers meet;
Colorful hot air balloons circle the park
 Bollywood again and again after dark


Details | Prose | |

Soon

She has become
Like a thin Chinese tea cup
Placed upon a large rock
She has become… fragile
Afraid to go anywhere
Least she break

She sits outside
When the weather is clear
Reading the same book
She has read for many years
Painfully turning the pages
With crooked fingers

Occasionally
I see her smile
As the lines on her face
Seem to multiply ten fold
While she tries to remember
Why she is smiling

When the cooler weather
Dances around her
She wears a long soft scarf
Wrapped many times
Around her neck
To keep the cold away

Sometimes
She will ask me
"When will my friends
Be coming by?"
And I sit next to her
Hold her hand
And say to her
Soon Grandma… soon


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 | Ballad | |

Dedication To All Those Who Feel Lost

When you are far from home,
Never give up on life,
Cause your family,
Will always be with you,
In you caring heart,
Even when the times,
Get difficult and tough,
And make you want to give up,
They are always there,
For you to turn too,
And show you a way,
To find the peace,
And happiness you need,
In your caring and loving life,
So that one day,
You will find the true love,
That you most certainly deserve,
For that loving heart,
Which is a true fact,
It is a very big heart that cares,
For more than just the person you are,
But those around you,
And the family you have in your life.


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 | 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 | Haiku | |

Note to Self

Stop writing haikus
They don’t even make sense now
Something something cake


Details | Ballad | |

Trust is Hard to Gain

How hard is it to get ahead in the this world,
When governments and societies fold
Their hands and say to everyone 
We're going through harsh times.

How does the trust of the one's in charge,
Bend laws and force opinions based
On capitalist ideals to bend the truth
To try to keep a peace beyond their grasp.

O how. O how. Can this be?
What can this destitute world now offer thee?
Regain yourself, O mighty one! Punch Forth! 
Offer the world your firstborn Son!

T'is the end of times, but you can still trust me!
There's always someone there. 
Lay down your ragged soul at last,
Your journey is at an end it seems
Lay down your trust in the only one who Beams

His Sunshine Will Offer You Rest.

My Man J.C.


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 | Rhyme royal | |

Doors Will Open

Doors will open, doors will close
Poetry could rhyme or end up like prose

Doors will open, doors will close
Life is hard, life is easy – everyone knows

Doors will open, doors will close
Poetry is dark…poetry is light – every word flows

Doors will open, doors will close
Death is kind…death is cruel – life has its highs and lows 

Doors will close, doors will open
Life is tiresome…life gives you adrenalin 

Doors will close, doors will open  
Poetry could be lovely…or gloomy; invite positivity in 

Doors will close, doors will open
Death is troubling…death is peaceful…a new life shall begin 

Doors will close, doors will open
Poetry is depressing…poetry is uplifting…
Writing’s a success from deep within
That everyone wants to win!! 

Doors will open
Everyone – come on in! 


Details | ABC | |

ABC of Poetry

 ABC of Poetry 

A is for Abcedarian which is what is this poem’s aim 
B is for  Blank Verse which is metered rhyme with scheme

C is for Chant Royal with six stanzas, same refrain
D is for Doidotsu  a funny folk song from Japan
 
E is for Ekphrasis concerning Objects 'D Art
F is for Free Verse, flowing directly from the heart

G is for Ghazal. telling of love’s beauty, despite pain
H is for Heroic Couplets, tales imparted by rhymes and iambs 

I is for Idyll, depicting a peaceful scene
J is for Just a blank page, this form is not yet seen

K is for Kwansaba. adhering strictly to number seven
L is for Lyric, to express our thoughts and feelings

M is for Monorhyme, a story with just one rhyme
N is for Narrative, when a story takes a long time

O is for Ode, a poeme, serious and meditative
P is for Personification, when inanimate things show feeling

Q is for Questionku that of course ends with a question
R is for Romanticism where love is very personal

S is for Sapphic Stanzas where syllables ebb and flow
T is for a Tanka, a rather elongated Haiku

U is for Undulating, words to rhyme and then to verse
V is for Villanelle,  that repeats a refrain for emphasis

W is for Writers Affirmation when our Muse has disappeared
X is for the X rated not a form, and not found here
Y is for Yodel......   that's  a form not written but sung
Z is for ZaniLa Rhyme that flows smoothly on the tongue.

So many things to remember to create our poems and rhymes
We celebrate our muses over centuries of time.


Details | Free verse | |

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | Haiku | |

A Mountain - Haiku

My soul's made of stone       
From triumph to tragedy      
A mountain has grown  

This stature my own 
Forever, stoic forces guide 
'Til peaks fashion thrones 

The angels have flown       
To wherever, without doubt   
Mountains stand alone


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 | 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 | Haiku | |

Planting a Tree

What can a man do

To plant a seed in the ground

So strong a tree grows


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ugliness Of Divorce


My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.

I was proud of my parents!  I really was!
And loved them so much…  Just because!

They meant everything to me!  I was proud!
Until one day...  There appeared “a dark cloud.”

It was like a “darkness” hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!

Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.

I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another….  They no longer enjoyed!

How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage “totally plundered

As sin crept in...  And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.

May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!

If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!

If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus’ love can put it on the right course!

He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Rowdy Racecar

ZOOOOOOOMING speedily…
Tires squeaking from exhaust… high in volume 
Racecar spews out smoke…
Blinding the eyes of a thousand fans

Blooming havoc…
Explosions avalanche downwards 
Racecar drives fast and furiously 
Awesome feelings launch through me
Projecting panic and twisted bliss  

Catching the audience’s full attention…
Tension between challengers increase
Who could stand in their way… not even the coaches
Racecar screeches on the racing street…
Ain’t this competition neat? Come! Take a seat!
This event is brilliant – it’s such a treat!

Producing thrill or disappointment…
Car organs, fragments, shards, remains, limbs, veins 
Spurts out in flames… flying at every possible direction 
Countless racecars… barely functions – this scene is extremely horrendous!

Yet, the victories are gracious!
Vibrant applauses and thanksgiving triggers enlightening cheer
Have no fear!!! 
The moment is ever so precious!

Racecar…you make so much racket and suspense!
Rowdiness is in your nature…who will pay the expense??


Details | Narrative | |

How Do I Stay Soulful

How do I stay soulful, without seeming like a raging goddess?
I would always be the raging sea,
Don’t sail your boats or ships upon my waters!
 Expected to be slaughters, by my sharks
 The rough waves: and the haunted ghost slaves.
 You toss abroad, unlike the garage you scattered on my shore,
I kept your secrets; at the bottom of ocean floor

I sting your eyes, and bitter your taste:
 Rock your ships from side to side
Yet, you smuggle my fish out to land: 
    what a disgrace!
A man would always be a man

 Why did you leave the dry land and sail the ocean blue
You pirate! You luxury ocean liners: you liars
Can you hold on to my waters? 
The laughter takes hold of you.
I filled myself with rage, because of the things you do

No safety nets……

, 


Details | Tanka | |

awakening

Awakening 

The dragon eats land
Steps on other people´s right
And we say nothing 
Because once it was wronged
Can´t speak ill of the ogre
The dragon spews fire 
Over anyone who seeks redress 
To get what is theirs 
And slowly the world awakes 
The monster a perilous fiend   
 


Details | Sonnet | |

Wounded Bird of Flight

Young love bird wounded during your flight
Worried now where your companion landed
You sing a beautiful song, but still no sight
Certainly now he must have gotten stranded

The magical serenade continues to no avail
Some concern now for your own well being
This winter flight treacherous you feel frail
The singing stops, you are hardly breathing

One pilgrimage not completed you feel pain
Some guilt overtakes when you start to heal
The flying before your partner was it in vain
Or is there.a bird needing your singing still

Bird of flight your journey is still not done
Heal now, continue to fly for the other one


Penned by Wayland Bunch 2/12/2013










Details | ABC | |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential


Details | Narrative | |

Wine Stewrad

I may not be in active, thus, I may be proactive,
They say I am knowledgeable, But I am also approachable,
Though I am not generalist, However, I am an Specialist.

I am persuasive and adaptive,
Direct and indirect,
Sweet, kind, nice and persuasive.

I may know less about tomato,
Even Less about mango, even too little about papeeeta,
But I know more about Angoor (grapes) that is not related to papeeeta.

I am Wine Steward, Knowledgeable in Wine,
And approachable to all kind quests,
Very talented in wine that everyone consumes to
shine.


Details | Acrostic | |

Happy Birthday

Happy birthday you're growing up fast.
A beautiful and amazing young woman
Pretty Cool and Funny
Pure in the heart
You just gotta keep on keeping on
 
Beautiful and Rad
Including that i will by sad that you are moving
Really just sweet and caring
The Best Girl in town
Happy Birthday to you
Delete all the bad memories and put yesterday in as a good one
Amazing funny and pretty
You just gotta Keep on Keeping on.


Details | Rhyme | |

Heartfelt poem to a soldier

Dear Hero

You woke each morning to an ordinary life
Knowing too soon you would be fighting for your life

What bravery to cause you to sacrifice
What courage it takes to defend the life that is mine

What courage it takes to face the enemy alone
When did you decide to be a hero to all us,to you unknown

How do you watch losing your friends one by one
It hurts me,the thought, you being someones daughter or son

How do you stay sane when you return
How do you cope after all you have learned

You woke there each morning to hear a blast
You now wake each morning to a scream from the past

Thank you will not ever be enough
Takes a special few to ever be that tough


Details | Lyric | |

Albert The Alligator, Florida University Mascot Story

A green sweaty swampy land
Maybe no place for a man
But it is a home to many creatures
Such as our friend's the alligators

Now not so long ago,
In their steamy mysterious habitat
There was a fog so dim it almost made it black
and it had large limb's that hung low on the trees 
And each slim blade of grass went an inch above your knees

All gators that lived here
seemed to be very ornary and mean 
And it was considered ordinary
To attack their peers With bone crushing teeth

One could ask,
Why are they so mad?
But it's not their fault
It's just the way they were taught how to act
Ever since their speckled eggs hatched
And learned how to make their jaws snap
 
However, not all gators were like this
There was one who was filled with happiness
He wore a blue hat and a bright orange shirt
Everyone reluctantly called him Albert

Because Albert happened to be completely different
All the other gators kept him at an arm's distance
They called him names and spat in his face
But his joy just never seemed to fade

See Albert had a huge dream
His dream was to be with the humans
As they yelled and screamed
For the local school's winning football team

Out of nothing but sheer excitement,
Albert shared this with the others
But they all laughed even his brothers

So Albert decided right then
to not care about what anyone said
And to pursue his only dream
No matter how long or tough it may be

The next day Albert left that dreary swamp
On mission to prove the nay-sayers wrong
And when he left that dim fog grew so dark
You could not see or hear a big dog's bark

So he made his way to the nearby school
Where he saw not no one, not a single soul
Every building was empty
From the top to bottom floor
The all of a sudden, Albert heard a thundering roar
"Romp!, Stomp!, Chomp!, Welcome to the Swamp!"

He rushed to the football stadium
Where he was met with open arms
He finally felt accepted, safe from abuse and harm
So with his new friends, he rose up in exultation
His life was anew, he was the love of Swamp Nation


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

He Choose to Grow Weak

Please make me understand
Why we do the things we do
If you are cheerful, you feel good
If you are sad you hurt all over (Proverb 17: 22)

How can we help you?

If we didn’t know how you feel
You suppress; you kept it all bottle inside
Somewhere you hide, and you cried,
Why didn’t you come inside from that dark lonely place?
Asking others for help isn’t a disgrace.

Life is like a bend tree, it only stand tall when
The winds calms down, however, it toss and turn 
When the Wind becomes strong

 Why did you come in from that dark lonely place?
 Like a proud, tall tree, he snaps
Asking for help wasn’t a booby trap
Bearing it alone was a choice to grow weak.
Once again he was a toddler and a bit meek

He said. “Mommy I am a big boy now”
“I can do it all by myself.  So he murdered
Innocent little kids…


Details | Free verse | |

Faded Picture in a Old Frame

Old faded Picture of a handsome young man
in soldiers uniform from the first world war
who gave his life for his country
once so loved and cherished
means nothing to anyone any more.

A face without a name
bought for 50 pence
on a second hand stall
not for the picture that's thrown away
but for the frame.






Peter Dome.copyright.2014. 


Details | Epyllion | |

LANCE

written 9th sept 2011
                     

                

             LANCE
I need your love, so much
 I never dreamed this... would come from your touch
my soul has grown into you
 It's a love, I had never before knew

Your kind, and so patient
 For I must proclaim...
I took my sweet time, to see myself.. your way
 You love me for me, what more can I say

What you've always see in me
 I can only say, by Gods grace, and your faith
Did I come to see, that very day
 I would finally say the words...
             "I do"


Details | Rhyme | |

One Choice, One Step


The end of days draws in so fast.
Nothing we know will ever last.
For some, time feels like real ice;
Be it lousy, or  be it so nice.
Time flies against their will.
Nothing stops it, no one will.
We can change how we live.
We can learn how to give.
We can live like frowning isles.
We can live with shiny smiles.
We can be as mean as misers.
We can be as kind as givers.
The choice we make time will tell,
How we honor or how we sell!
The choice we make remains ill.
It dies away without a will.
The choice is just one tiny step,
There will be more you have to prep.
Between the cup and the lip. 
There is but many a sip.

13/7/2014



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 | 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 | Romanticism | |

At You

Let me at first
sight split in your
eyes
To see the look you
will wear on your
face.
Let me seize foods
and fruits from your
gullet
For three morning
and night
To see your mood in
this condition
Let me empty your
purse to water and
sands
To look up to your
disdain temper of
insatiable.
Let me pressurize
you under the sun
To see how vengeance
discomfort your
heart will beat
Let me knife you a
wound on your body
To witness your
impatient state.
Let me axed your
wound
To hear what your
mouth will
pronounce.
Will it upon these
tortures and
treatments
Withstand to
sonorously call her
name?
Or will it renounce
her name to a
worthless
measurement?
Endless is a love
that never resist
all odds;
Fall-out is a
weakling love
Which waits only in
all good accord.


Details | I do not know? | |

Relationship

Treat the other with \\ courtesy,
Break the wall without\\ fear,
Express thoughts with  \\ affection,
Embrace moments with \\ empathy. 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Lady Cop in a SUV

The other day I was a cruising, right on down the street.
And I did spy a cop car, plainly marked, yes, an SUV.
Now I would swear that I really saw a Lady Cop inside.
A Lady Cop inside an SUV? Yes, that’s what I really saw.

Now that’s a really tough job, even, at the best of times.
And I don’t want to make fun of women, in this work line.
I’m sure they must be tougher than all the rest, to get respect.
They probably work their tails off, for promotions, theirs to get.

And I sure doubt I would get a pass on any tickets, either, to be true.
I just can’t shake the image, of a soccer mom, my mind keeps going to.
I know it’s wrong… I know… I know… this I really… shouldn’t say…
But I feel it’s right to call her a ‘Soccer Mom Cop’, some how, this way.

I know… I know… But ‘Soccer Mom Cop’ keeps rolling, in my head.
And God help me, she may not understand, if she hears, what I just said.
All I hope is she won’t hunt me down, to lavish tickets, in recompense.
But I mean it, in the nicest way; though to you, it may not make any sense.


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


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We The Lost People

Our government says were incompetent –
our weapons they must take.
The 2nd Amendment no longer applies,
life, liberty and the pursuit happiness
is now at stake.

Our forefathers were merely mistaken –
this Constitution they’ve drafted in vain.
So they tear it apart piece by piece,
as We The People watch with disdain.

Your opinion doesn’t matter here –
Freedom of Speech belongs to them,
to a perverse, corrupted society,
too ignorant to see their condemned.

The Bill of Rights once ever so protected –
the Ten Commandments in every courtroom,
both now are strictly an abomination,
to this Godless Country in doom.

Take heed to their acts of subtle changes –
to their intensive need to change our creed,
People! It’s not about protecting us!
It’s about control, domination and greed!


Details | Free verse | |

A Chance Encounter

A Chance Encounter A chance encounter the other day Got me chatting to a stranger Just for some time to pass away. He was very well groomed, very smart. Spoke well too, seemed a decent sort. I told him a little tale I had learned whilst at work. Outside a building that’s up for sale Close to the centre of the town A queue of people gathered. Old clothes, hand me downs. Inside people of good heart and souls Were behind tables long. And a kind of soup was poured into bowls. A slice of bread was added to each one poured. As the hungry-eyed came through the door. As each one passed a thank you was heard. Grateful for the meal today. A simple reply least we can do. All was silent no complaints from the poor. Till a young voice said, ‘Please Mummy I want more.’ I sat back in my chair waiting for a reply. The guy opposite gave a big sigh. He said, ‘Things were tough in those days Very hard for the poor in the Victorian Age. They were ignored, did not count, How could others treat them like that?’ No-one should be without the means I say, To feed and clothe their children today. I looked at him and shook my head. My dear friend you misunderstand The tale was not yesteryear or a foreign land. I visited a local food bank the day before last. And like you I was taken aback. Unless with my eyes I had seen, The myth about scroungers I would still believe. Some get the dregs, others get the cream. This is Great Britain in 2013. But the people of our Nation are strong In times of strife they speak as one. ‘We are mighty as Caesar, mighty as Rome.’ ‘ NI CARBORUNDUM BASTARDORUM’


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

My Rubber Rain Boots

Saturday Morning’s routines

The odor of wood smoke
Came into my bedroom 
I saw the flambeau flickering lights
From my window

That when I knew it was time  
To get out of bed;
I heard old man Sealy voice
He said to his wing man
To put another log on the fire
Keeps the fire blasting?
He said
I put on my rubber rain boots 
I Headed down to the barn
Knowingly, it was so close to dawn

Pappy said hey “small point” 
Where are you going?
Go back to your bed. 

I just wanted to watch 
The pigs  being slaughter 
^
Every Saturday morning 
Old man Sealy slaughter the animals
On my granddad farm
It meant meat for the villagers
Pork, beef, chicken and lambs
Fresh Meat for all:

Pappy always said
Do not handicap the children 
By making their lives easy
So I hurried on down to the pig pens to watch.
The pigs struggle and squeal violently 
The lambs’ trembles
As they struggle to be free
^
As a little child,
I thought that animal was raised
To be killed for food;
Now looking back on those days
I think it was incredible and sad
However, I had some wonderful time
Grilling meat on a stick
With the Butcher’s team




My Childhood memories
Of the slaughter house
what is your stories...Attachments 


Details | Free verse | |

Side By Side

Oh it's a beautiful night!
The moon is full
And the stars are glowing
While the trees, with Earth's cool summer breeze
Start slowly blowing...

A campfire's flames are burning so bright
While a young couple holds each other tight
Warming their hearts, as these two lovers embrace
Traveling together, through time and space
Oh how tonight, with their love, they won't hide
Two lovers forever, Side By Side

Under the stars, both of them lay
They've been together, happy, all night and all day
Holding each other, a sweet caress
While green grass stains her pretty white dress
But no words, to each other, do they say
Happy just sitting Side By Side, knowing no other way

Gazing up at the stars
Breathing in the night
Them together with nature
A beautiful sight

All the years they've both struggled
And how they cried 
Has led them here tonight
It matters not now
As they'll lie here forever, Side By Side


Details | Quatrain | |

The Pen

The pen's a sword for carving poems.
A wand for measuring beats.
A whip to keep the rhythm
and a stick to tap the tweets.

It's silent to the ear-drums
when heard inside the head.
Words firmer than my chin bone
in notes from what seems dead.

It points to things I question
and scribbles errors I make.
And when it writes some new stuff
forgives me my mistake.

At rest upon my paper
it signals that I'm done.
And when I go to grab it
I'll click it just for fun.


Details | Lyric | |

Fighting Depression

If she knew how bad it is   stiffening the upper lips!   Won't she give in to me? As long as I can go with her.
Could she just unaware 
everything like a superstar, If I were she I'd look the other side.
Now we're not even so as to rue all of our life;

I'll be around when she last.
I'll be around when she has.
When she let go of the  past. 
When this road is less as cast.
When she sleep not in snatch, 
I'll be around, Cause she has. 
Depressions has always  been the only way to 
break you down. who would've known this  single life track could make you sad? when all you had love to ask is  not evenlong,  what a heart to think if it was sound enough to 
If I were she I'd look the other side. 
Now we're not even so as to rue all of our life.

I'll  be around when she last, 
I'll be around when she has, 
when she let go of the past,When 
this road is less as cast, When 
she sleep not in snatch,
I'll  be around cause she has.


Details | Narrative | |

Tata Madiba

Some believe that many names is a 
sign of stature, of importance.
How appropriate Tata that you are called
father, well as all those other monikers

Father of so many, how did you fill the time?
Three short steps, two regular, from one end 
of day, to another then back again, and again
Plenty of time to think, to brew a strong disdain
yet tea and mercy are your thirst and hunger

Monumental change can come with oppressive legions,
masks on, bayonets fixed, marching, 
toe-in-step, step-in-toe, closing in,
or much more slowly, with a well-tempered gait
and careful steps, feeling a way to a new life

Sharpeville a dusty, bloody turning tide
turning emergency of state to state of emergency
yet another rational, to push, to oppress,
yet another opportunity to protest saying
"a change is gonna come", yet to wait on

I remember hearing on that cold northern Sunday
that you would be released, and drop into sight
after so many seasons, I became slightly aware,
vague to the happenings of the world, 
as ascension starts to awaken me

The life of president of a country is full,
full of courageous opportunity, and pitfalls,
but to transform a nation from majority oppression,
to an erect healing democracy, is a gift of stature,
of moral fortitude, decency, a respect for humanity.

Tata, the nation of South Africa, owes much
to its first democratically elected black leader
The world, owes much to the example of you.

© Goode Guy 2013-06-28

http://www.nelsonmandela.org/content/page/names


Details | Free verse | |

Throwing Sand

Ludicrous childhood - 
It's a sweet, sun-drenched day at 
The beach with family!
Spunky and childish - 
Throwing sand everywhere...fun!
I aim at strangers ~x~
Craaaazy memories
I still remember Summer
And its beach wonders! 
Obnoxious laughter
Is heard as we step foot in 
Freezing, salt water...x.x
The beach is God's pool
It's like a playground - tides come
ROLLIN' IN...splashing!
We can't stay in one place
We're drifting away 
Into a phase of youth's bliss...
We can't keep a steady pace 
We're slippin' and fallin' and slidin'
But we wrap around our merriness 
We're swimmin' and playin' around
Without a single care 
We're playing
A game of 

/Truth/      /OR/      /Dare/







Details | Tanka | |

Salute

I salute our troops
who are serving in harm’s way
in Afghanistan.
May they all return safely
to their families and homes.


Details | Free verse | |

THE VIKINGS

Harsh winds blow from a baron frozen land,
Of ice and snow.
Exhaling Nordic gods breath a chilling mist
An eerie foggy vapor creeping along the
 Waters aquatic edge.
Rages angry seas lap against the wooden
Hauls as battle harden men brace for impact
Waves crack tarring asunder splinters oaken shell.
Yet these Icelandic warriors laugh at death,
Savoring it's flavor, and relishing their own bloods
Taste upon salted lips.
The devils seed lives within them, these
 Barbaric conquerors known to history as the vikings
By Thor’s mighty hammer does strike thus,
Against the anvils rough hewed edge.
Sparks fly igniting thunder and lightening below
Splitting apart the very heaven's themselves,
Odin exposes a distant horizons far off shore.
Hear the oarsmen drumming, a pounding, 
 It's hastening beat the inner heart of this vessel
Foretelling hells army will soon arrive,
At early morning highest tide.
Whom shall stand after this storm hits land fall.
The sword unsheathed will take vengeance fill
With it's blade dipped an ink well of blood.
No treaty signed can stop history's mighty wrath
Feel hot Norse breath upon your neck oh roman.
Seek thy brothers kinsman’s council for
 Safety’s sake alone.
Fears children hide beneath a gray cloak of innocence.
Illusions shelter of falsehoods arrogance delusion,
 Believing the walls of roman shall never fall.
A dark shadow is cast over thy world of glittering
Gold a plunders treasure chest a shinning example 
For glistening ripening to fill ill gotten
 Gains empty hauls. 
What price to pay for lies deceit, it's brilliance
Calls forth a trumpeting, a sounding for
 Deaths comforting.  
Valhalla gates open wide, to welcome
Vanquished heroes unto the neither world.
While Romanian drink deeply from deaconesses
Bloody cup.
The Vikings sing a victory song and voyage on
And Odin smile down upon his people 
With pride's honor restored.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Our Legacy

He is my fortress and my strength
His love he has proven at length
In times of sickness and in times of health
He has remained open not stealth.
In youth we loved passionately
With children we loved affectionately
In middle age we loved calmly
With age we love patiently.
Many decades we leave behind us
Yet a few decades remain ahead of us
We are free to say what is on our mind
Knowing we’ve survived the test of time.
When money we had little of 
When children were ill 
When we were hurt by family or friends – 
When one was ill, the other thrived
we held on
so neither was ever left behind.
This is the legacy we leave 
Not of a love that is divine
But of a love that has ridden the roller coaster ride
 And survived.


Details | Sonnet | |

captivated

I can't continuously catch this connection
coroscating so cordially as a cure...
Captivating my cranium contemporaneously
contaminating collation of common sense.
I can't think...
And our growing link
makes my heart sink
with your every wink!
Blink... Blink...
Are you reality?
I reach right past self-denial's ruse of
what's real with no rest reeking of regicide
fearing a relapse regarding regression.
Recklessly running rampart racing
to our heart's reunion.
Your soul saying "Speak sonnets of Sensuality".
So sexy yet sensibly sweet...
Seeking to be shown your sentiments.
You're the destination of heaven above.
And I... am in love!

By: Soul's Floetry


Details | Rhyme | |

Who Will STAND UP For Jesus


I've heard of those who say they're "happy and gay." Where are those who proclaim; "Jesus is the only Way?" I've heard of many who discuss creation vs. evolution. Where are those who proclaim Jesus is the solution? I've heard of many who chose an "alternate lifestyle." Where are those...who for Jesus... will go "the extra mile?" There are those who say; "Jesus isn't real!" Where are those who'll confess HIM with a passion and a zeal? There’s so many who sit in their church's pew. Where are those... Whom to Christ… Will say; ‘I LOVE YOU!” There’s too many who are on their way to hell. Where are those who truly love Jesus? Can you tell??? I know of a redeeming savior's mercy and grace. His love has been extended to the human race. Jesus speaks a loving call and merciful plea... He says; "take up your cross and follow me!" Jesus brings true gladness and overflowing joy! This is freely offered to every man, woman, girl and boy! NOW is the day of salvation & the accepted time! Christ can change us! And renew our mind! I know that very soon.. Jesus is coming again! Where are those who desire to be cleansed within? I know that an abundant life is what Jesus will freely give! Where one can find eternal life! And a true meaning to live! By Jim Pemberton


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The God That I DO Believe In

The God That I DO Believe In!

There’s a God that I really DO believe in!
I knew this the moment I received him!

This is the God whom I hold special and dear!
He’s always with me!  Always near!

He’s the God of the glory of heaven above!
He’s also the God who’s given us his love!

He’s the God who doesn’t
 want anyone to go to hell!
His son gave his life! 
 So your soul can be well!

I’ve given him my life with a renewed commitment!
He’s brought to me peace
 and a godly contentment!

He’s God!  And can’t be ruled
 by someone’s theology!
He can’t be explained by science or biology!

He’s given us his word for a godly inspiration!
Let’s not twist it, into our own “interpretation!”

He’s alive and powerful! 
 Let the whole earth proclaim!
The majestic wonder and glory,
 there is in HIS name!

Jesus is alive today!  He reigns in resurrection power!
You too can know him! 
 And be changed this very hour!

The God that I believe in,
 can be your God too!
He’s done his part!  The rest is up to YOU!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Alliteration | |

A worrying Flower's Wisdom

Whether I will wither in the warmth
Or wilt with the weather,
I worry wildly!

For I'd rather,
    Weep with wounds when wrapped into a wreath
Than
     Get wrenched (plucked) away worthlessly!


Details | Rhyme | |

Experiencing Cloud Seven

You make me feel so complete	 
You brought me up to my feet	 
You make me experience cloud seven 	
You brought me to your heaven 

Your words implant seeds of growth
Your eyes, an undying oath
You quench me with serpentine poetry  
You gave in to gravity 

You melted my heart of ice 
I’m your living sacrifice 
You watched over me with glistening eyes  
Your warmth never screams goodbyes   


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Oh Patience My Love

Oh! Patience, My Love.


Have hit both my eyes an unknown storm --
the undoer of my marry Spring,
is beneath my brow a gushing form,
does a drench'd cheek to a yearner bring.
My auguries, that once blessed with love,
have gales become, for a trial of
the touchstone of my faithful shape,
loyal shadows that the future rake;
does my pain emit a cunning drape,
that when praise of love, the evils shake;
still, endure this, to a phase submit,
but, wit, my wit --is my patience fit,
are my gardens, for these storms to reave,  
the fruits to come of better degree;
Or will steadfast be love, if believe,
in shade of the fruitless, standing tree.
Maybe, the grandeur of love is not grand
unless we bear our share of pains at hand.


R.N.Khan, © 2012


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 | Elegy | |

BLESSED IS THE TOMB IN QUNU

BLESSED IS THE TOMB IN QUNU
They return to me the wax
Of the candle I gave;
When I ask for the wick
''We bind our Nation with it'',they plead
They return to me the shaft
Of the kernel I gave;
When I ask for the oil
'' We heal our wounds with it'',they say
They return to me the flesh
Of Rolihlahla Mandela;
When I ask for the soul
''We abide in its shadow'', they vow
Tears now inhabit my eyes
But all like bats they bow
And on their kneels they roar;
Blessed is the tomb in Qunu:
Its wick binds our Nation
Its oil heals our wounds
Its soul our refuge.


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God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer

God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer!

God told me, in order for my prayer to be effective.
That I should not choose to be so “selective.”

I asked him: “what do you mean by this question?”
I wasn’t quite prepared for the reception!

God said; “You’ve chosen to be selective in how you live.”
“There’s only so much, to me, that you want to give!”

“You said that I’m your Lord, by your way of living.”
“But a life of holiness, is what you’re not giving.”

“You want the prayer answered,
 but have nothing to show for it.”
“You claim to accept my grace,
 but aren’t willing to share it.”

“How can I answer your prayer,
 when it’s only convenient?”
“Haven’t I been patient with you?”
“And most lenient?”

“Give up all that you have, and give it to the poor!”
“Then you’ll know what prayer life is really meant for!”

“Give me your heart!”  “And take time to really listen!”
“There’s so much more of me, that you’ve been missin’!”

“Obey my words and experience the life I have given!”
“Know what it means to be cleansed and forgiven!”

“Than your life will change, and your prayer time too!”
“I will give you the strength to make it through!”

“You will know what it means to spend time with me!”
“And your prayers will impact you for eternity!”

By Jim Pemberton   10/21/13


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Poet's Task, Translation of Carlos Bousono's poem: La Labor del Poeta

The Poet’s Task, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La Labor del Poeta

				To Vicente Aleixandre

(It might be worth bearing in mind, while reading this poem, that Vicente Aleixandre was severely handicapped by illness from an early age. T. Wignesan) 

You, the poet of the solitary heart,
You divined from love why you’re a man.
You gathered the truth of the plain
and your ancient eyes perceived
in the depths of the horizon : silence
unknowable.
		     You could never tell yourself what miracle
burned in your eyes of this blind planet,	
what side of light was there in your life
when tremblingly you watched
the fall of night in the empty extension.

Because I know very well what you conceal from us.
In your corner of the shade, there is a filament
of light, there’s a hot point of the interior flower fold
and you watch it openly while
the night sinks farther and deeper. Everything sleeps,
everything holds its silence in the night. Palpitates yet
the diminished light in the darkened corner,
your celestial innocence, your most pure
sense of reality.
			The stars have all disappeared, 
everything grows dark over the earth.
There’s no consolation that could make us feel at ease
in our hearts. All of a sudden, you stand up,
your coarse hands upraised to the heavens.
It has taken you all your life
accumulating your efforts to do this. They were
very heavy, your hands,
as if they were made of stone or very heavy metal.
You have raised your fists in pain
during the night. Slowly, they opened up
with the force of centuries, of roots 
which push upwards. As if from under the earth, you unfurled
your hands,
in within the denseness of the material
in darkness. And there, out there, beyond
the funereal space, between the thickness of the
shadow,
you were able, at last, to open your bleeding fists
and exhale in the name of all human beings,
your brothers, that you loved
the light that you saw,
the slight light which accompanied you all your life.

Shining cold for everybody in the light,
for everything celestial or diminished : coldly shining ! 
I cannot say if it looks like some fresh spurt of water,
I know for sure it poured forth freshness,
I do not know if it was like a river or a drop
of a transparent river.
That’s some water which has flowed very slowly,
which has slided slowly for your life,
which has emanated from a trembling life,
finding its source from old roots, from routed
buried caverns.
From a love rooted in buried rocks.
A love for the world, for a world
of anxious maturity, of short
hopes, of blind effects of exterminations ;
a poor world of polished suffering,
of sorrowful horror, of prolonged sunsets…

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

The Long Night

We stood there in silence,
never asking for more;
we stood prepared for the violence,
garbed in full raiment of war.

In a moment of lightning,
a flash and a flare,
our defenses fell to the frightening,
our fortresses laid bare.

We knew what lay ahead,
and yet we carried on;
we experienced the chaos, the dread,
and still, the still face we don.

We bent our backs through the long night,
battled the forces arrayed against our ragged platoon;
to learn, to grow, to know what it is to fight -
to prove we and our forefathers of the same stone were hewn.

Then, after so long a struggle, finally came the dawn.
The sun rose, and we were men.
The sun rose, and all regrets over the pain were gone.
The sun rose, and we knew strength stood within our ken.

As our leaders spoke words over what we had just fought,
I felt on us the strings with which fate so often intervenes;
heard the call and knew what we had ultimately wrought.
As the colors flew, we saluted; forever we are Marines.

Ever on in silence we'll stand,
awaiting orders, waiting on your need;
the eagle, globe, and anchor forever our brand,
semper fidelis eternally our creed.


Details | Verse | |

To the liers

To the liers who were
Great artists, manipulators,
Perfect friends and honest lovers...

To the liers who were
Talkative and silent,
Kind and sweet,
Walking out many miles
Pretending they carried
Love and trust...

To the liers I speak.

You are there still believing
In your goodness, and you are proud
Of yourselves.
But how sweet and true do you
Look before the God's eyes?
Have you ever thought about?


Details | Free verse | |

An American Hero


                          for fallen soldiers

I watched the bad news on TV again...
A young soldier came home in a coffin.

He is someone's Son, Daughter, Grandson, Granddaughter,
Brother, Sister, Friend, Husband, Wife, Father or Mother:

        who will never smile and hug his parents,
        who will never love and kiss his spouse,
        who will never enjoy and play with his kids,
        who will never laugh and talk with his friends,
        who will never wear his military uniform,
        who will never, ever be again around us...

He, who gave his life, is an American Hero:
an American Son or American Daughter. 

We will remember You, Soldier.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

A Cue

To be recogonised...
Doesn't mean you are the best
...Now it should be clear. 

For you yet to win..
Mustn't stop you from dreaming
...belief in yourself.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Only Everything - Part One

 
From premature to adolescence, but I'm still just a kid.
In the shadows of the underground, but you found me when I hid.
You allowed me to live, by giving me this ability.
Gave me this tranquility, offered this accountability,

You picked up the boulder up when you found me hiding under this rock,
you lit the candle, and gave me some light when I was used to the dark.
You were my spark, and I never take it for granted,
you're all I got, you gave me hope, when I was left empty handed.

My hands were cold, and you gave me the gloves that I needed,
the coat that I wanted, so bad I helplessly pleaded, my team retreated,
and now I'm alone in this war, with a knife in each hand,
until my enemies relentlessly tore down my door, and I ran.

But you gave me the power, of a morphological being,
I rose up and I squashed them, I found the strength to defeat them.
Now I'll delete them, I don't need a cynosure to write,
I keep my distance when I shoot, metaphorically call it a snipe.


This is my life, so you can take it or leave it, but I gotta walk with it,
so before you talk with it, lock your lips, staples work just as good,
I'm living underground, I'm alone, but I think I'm doing what I should.
Exactly how you would, exactly how you could..  you're Only Everything.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fear Unleashed

Shoulder less as the head of the hoodless horse men, I serener and call this portfolio ''fear unleashed'',

Minted and fresh like a sonnet of delay time, 
I smirked and crowned it face up and blind, 
It renewed as connection to you.
Panic without a distracted, I ask what is this strange feeling.
Like a rotten apple at its core, peal from inside and out backers, 
And send to its career. It's the 'Scented of News”. Why do I question this cry, what sweet wine could miss this pour (poor)   of a this cup, 
Of this most conscience days off wedge and fetal, 
I ask fear to look me in the eye and tell me what do you see? 
Do you see love do you see hate tell me what do you see. 
The hungry of the blind could tell you this snore of a wound, 
The Ambition of hungry separates the food (fool)   from the hungry, 
The ability to succeed left to stump at choose of will, 
Not stepping on steel, I seek the hungry! ! !, This vision have push me toward my fears and The light doesn't fade it merge to gray, and it make me question my existing? .... (Lost) 
   
The lost, of my love once of not knowing the color of my first born, One's stir the heat in my belly,
That; scour the core of the scent of rotten apple and cure the descended with a decision? Like a literally to a clock it time to untwine, as I seek redemption green and yellow what a mixes
Of blue in the face, oh what symmetry of colors, I cry, better yet morrow in my tears to apply to the college of my choice, will it self make a dream appears, found guilty and appear I feel refresh and the hand that I have been giving. It remind to be played 
Like cards of hands how will I finish on top or stacker tip top....?

Hands to a dagger and flack jacks to a successor, will, this inflate an ego of a strange memo left to be babbling, I guess I caught the Saddle.
Maid to captivity these here days, this here bless it day! Is the day I apply to college and will forever be know? To; be as “Fear Unleashed”.


Details | Free verse | |

Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


Details | Rhyme | |

Flawless Wish

Written by D. W. Breidenthal 


You take my breath away

I wanna stay in this entrancing paradise
I want all of the negativity to fade away 
The darkness isn’t my property…I despise
Living a life that’s filled with misperception and disaster 

I would love to live in the ocean’s ecstasy 
That would be spectacular if we can abide in the sparkly sea

This eccentric dilemma makes your angelic features too unclear 
It chills me to the bone…
My heart pounds with hope and fear… when will peace draw near
This flawless wish remains unknown

The night’s approaching…seek shelter and light
Painstaking regrets – I can’t back away from gravity’s pull 
Hand me the rope and don’t bestow your burdens upon my soul 
Sift away the misfortune and allow me to put up with the fight
Help me fulfill my flawless wish
And I’ll strip away your anguish

You’re a burning candle
I raise my head up from the mud
I step forward with courage that I couldn’t handle 
On my own, but you stripped away the agony 
Watch us grow and sprout as one flower bud!

You took my heart to a wonderful place
I wanna desert this decaying body of mine and seek you in splendid light
You forgave me for my wrongs…you thrilled me with praise 
I wanna embrace the dawn’s incredible, appealing light...
Sweeping away the deploring night  

It soothes my sensitive heart…dismissing my vexing misery  

I have the urge to repaint the breathtaking memories I’ve spent with you
Will it scratch away the sorrow?
I have to search for shelter and burn away our calamity – slaying us with rue
 
Will my flawless wish store hope for tomorrow? 


Details | Romanticism | |

Love's a Hidden Treasure

your skin smells like the passion fruit, 
blossoming delightfully as the white rose 
during the arrival of the dawn
my ears cling on to your violin voice 
and leaps like a lamb as you 
whisper miracles in my ear 
I feel like I belong - 
I'll try to wipe away your tears of 
salty seawater  
as my hands collide from my black, velvety sleeves, 
it reminds me of your pleasant touch... 

In my quietude, 
I wait for you all 
day and night...
my heart pounds with excitement 
as I lie with you 
as the sun descends...
going under the hills
so that we can spend the rest of our lives 

together 

I Found You Like Hidden Treasure

Our love brews and I feel renewed - no longer unsure

This moment is beyond measure!


Details | I do not know? | |

Pessimist

How do you expect me to be less of a pessimist and more of an optimist. When you’re pessimistic about my optimism.


Details | Blank verse | |

Paragon Of Excellence

Here stands a fair beauty 
Queen with poise and 
Dignity.
The daughter of an 
Erudite,an erudite herself
One of the three central 
Spoke-persons in the 
Assembly of law-givers.
The defender of the 
Helpless,mother of the 
Motherless. As fearless as 
A lion,who dared the 
Gunners in power,time 
Had she spent in jail, 
Thrown in by the most 
Powerful.
One thought she would 
Cower down,yet more 
Resolute she became.
For stonewalls do not 
Make a prison make.
She still the people's 
Mouthpiece.
Champion of war on 
Gender in-equality,a 
Visionary leader,hope is 
Rekindled-hearts rejoice, 
Tears of joy pour freely as 
She mounts the podium 
Of power.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Was At the End of LIfe's Road


I felt worn out... discouraged and defeated.
Nothing in my life right  
seemed to be completed. 

I felt alone, knocked down and betrayed!
I never thought I'd feel this scared and afraid. 

In this very dark time, where would I run?
Where would any help actually come from? 

I felt utterly worthless and quite alone...
With each passing day, in this place I called "home." 

As I got up, each morning and opened the bedroom door.
And wondered if anyone cared about me anymore?

I felt a "tug" on my shoulder and looked around.
And noticed a bright light, shining toward the ground. 

"I love you my son." Where the words I heard.
Excitement and hope within my heart was stirred. 

I looked up and couldn't began to explain.
The love I felt when I called on Jesus' name! 

From my ceiling, I saw what looked like an angelic being.
He said, "I am God! “ I can do anything!" 

He reached down and gently picked me up out of bed.
Words of mercy and hope where what he had said. 

"I am here so that you may rise up and live."
"All of your failures and sins I will forgive." 

Everything inside of me... God did understand!
With him here... I knew victory was at hand! 
This particular day, this was certain. 
He took away my sins and heavy burdens! 

Look at me now and it's so plain to see!
He can do for YOU, what he's done for ME! 

By Jim Pemberton


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 | Ballad | |

Anwnn

Coming from the misty lake Lough Leane
Came a beautiful maiden of the name of Niamh
Upon a mare, for she is not from the world of man
A seraphic princess from Anwnn
Upon the shores she claimed around his kin
"I have came for Oisin son of Finn"
"Maiden you come to me so alluringly 
I am he, if we marry for all eternity!"

And so he rode upon her horse to the secrets of Anwnn
For he and she, they'd be happy for all eternity 

Come with me to Anwnn
I am she, your queen Niamh
I have come for you Oisin, son of Finn
Don't leave me or you'll see 
The age of man
The age of man
The age of man


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning, Apocalypse Now : A Tribute to a Vietnam Veteran

Untitled 5
(My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now)

My uncle doesn't speak much
about Vietnam or the stuff
he witnessed when he 
was just a boy. See,
he likes to drive the back roads fast 
and honk at random cars that pass.
His friendly gestures always lead to how
he grew up compared to kids now. 

Jumping and racing trains on the tracks
became dodging bullets and carrying his buddy on his back.
The marshes and dirt valleys here
became the forests and trenches of the military frontier. 

Last year, my sister donned his jacket
a fatigued fatigue that hung in his closet. 
In color and memory darkened,
kept out of sight for fear it would harken
the PTSD he's stuggled to avoid. 

He saw his brothers, young like him
to Vietnam succumb
while on American soil
and he promised he would never speak,
for fear his stomach would coil, 
when remembering rice - a dish he no longer enjoys.
And there's no orange on his clothes to remind him of the agent that destroyed.

When he speaks a calm 
"Good morning", I wonder if he's thinking of Vietnam
or if he knows
that I admire his strength and 
bravery and how 
he continually fights against 
the "Apocalypse Now".


Details | Epic | |

Let it be me

Let it be me

Instead of them 
Let it be me

Instead they grief 
Let it be me
Who stopped 
It evil gravity

Instead they suffer 
Let it be me
Who bear the pain

Instead of pain
Let it be me
Who sacrifice

Instead if sorrow
Let it be me
The joy

Instead of war 
Let it be me
The peace keeper

Oh let it be me
In stead of their tears

Instead of their shadows
Let it be mine 

Instead of cry
Let it be laughter
When I come by

Instead of hate 
Let it be God (love)
As I write with a blue pen

Instead it be said of war
Let it be me
Who preach of humanity
As I write with love

Oh instead they die
Let it be me 
Let it be said 
That I lived
As my legacy 
Reveal the unknown 

Oh instead of lie
Let it be truth
As nature permit 
For life I live as I 
Let it be me

Note
Tribute to the voiceless
Richard nnoli


Details | Ballad | |

Independence Day

Independence Day,
Is the day to give thanks,
For all of your freedoms,
That all those wo have died,
Have given their life to give us,
What we have each and everyday,
We have the rights,
To choose where to live,
What to eat,
What to wear,
What to watch on tv,
Who to put in office,
And many more freedoms,
That other countries do not have,
This should make us be,
Thankful for all those,
Who give up their lives,
To protect and serve,
What freedoms we have,
Each and everyday,
That give us our rights,
To use our minds,
So please tell everyone that you meet,
That protect and serve this great country of ours,
You appreciate what they do,
For they don't get enough thanks,
For everything they do,
Day in and day out,
By putting their lives on the line,
In fact, They barely get any thanks,
All  the time,
When they should get thanks all the time,
For their lives are on the line,
For us everyday,
So we may have our freedoms,
So, Please try and be kind,
To those who deserve it,
The living and the dead,
To all who deserve it,
And never forget them,
Or their lives they have sacrificed,
For us so we can all have our freedom times.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Please Don't Asked For My Decision On Anything: 2


Please don’t anybody asked me to decide anything. I don’t know
It had been one hell of a week. 
The white snow doesn’t know if to fall; or the rain doesn’t know if it should pour
It takes sudden depression to make us see what life is
Life without a path is like flies on the cow ass,
As it uses its tail as a whip and swished the flies away

It a daily struggle but somehow we manage to move forward
It takes a man or woman who is down on they luck to wake up and face reality
A wise man will listen, hear, receive, and is always learning: because he uses every tactic
Known in the book
He laid back and makes the poor man do all the work
While he uses he brain and secures his profits… 
Please don’t ask me to decide anything. I don’t know
Even a rat hate to be called by another name; for goodness sake
A rat is a rat. Why give it a different name.
The best of the best stool pigeon   know how to keep its beak close
So please don’t asked me anything.. I don’t know


Details | Rhyme | |

Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 


Details | Quatrain | |

Fallen Angels

So much pain
Innocent lives lost
Separation from spirit
Now evident, the cost

Blame will be easy
Anger, quick to rise
Unite must we all
For peace, no compromise

Understand may we never
What drives such evil minds
Heal must we now
To each other, be kind

Hate may come quickly
Justified by most
Reach out where you can
Turn tragedy to hope

Find in yourself
Strength to carry light
For together we are strong
Brighter future still in sight

Hold tight those you love
Honor those today lost
Be the change you seek
A bridge together, we can cross


* Dedicated to those lost and those left behind – December 14,th 2012 Sandy Hook Elementary School
Newtown, Connecticut *


Details | Romanticism | |

Plucked Raven Feather

Sprays of thought swing us back to the art you have carved
Rejuvenating sentiments, reveling correction into acceptance
Straight to the supernova galaxy’s romance
A place where we can shape with our very fingers
The atlas of passionate, curious fraught 
That is loosened by the very sand heaved by the waves
Dawned by the nights rejected, 
We implore upon the Venus blinding our envisioning
Never once tearing away the organs with fabricated poisons

He is a calm wave all but surfaced to destroy
Pulled among tides of extravagant luster mustered into lust
With persistence of a tempest pulling dissensions of waste
And sharp as the tip of the plucked raven feather
My eyes open to his illumination
To show just how dull my own lighting has been all the while!
I want to read him like a book
But as he paragraphs line after line
Wordless after word,
I am reduced to the tired tears of unexplained mawkishness

I think I am falling for this deity,
Yet worlds of expectancy veer me away from the courses of delight
Somehow the waves of his calm spoke to me
And under the tier of the calm,
Is a flail of tension accustomed to an almost doubtful reconciliation 
I finally understand
There is a viral hope that is both maddening and sweet
Like the sufferers rot for sufferers to come
A seed is planted and laid to rest for other generations
Under the layers never peeled
Under the very sands of his life
He indicates nothing but the illusion of hint
And pours forth a wisdom I have known all but none 

All time would have to persevere 
Because this fight for Venus’s light cannot be clearer
When all the doubt is dispatched from its shadowy domain
Into pure exposure; it reveals all but nothing!
Fear does not exist in his rays!
He is a sea of comfort sailing with the very putative storm I ache for!
Never asking for the shipwreck of my desire to be salvaged
Taking nothing from me, but giving all

And the beaked heaven flies on, letting me have his feather
The pulse of his wings electrifying my fingertips
I held on that split moment with excitement
Feeling his texture overhead
Like a flower pulled from the ground
Like the tip of Venus has dulled for the sake of my light...


Details | Free verse | |

eyes of a wise love

Pain is the voice commanding you to the hollow caves of 
suffering, to remain sane she needs to touch feeling secure in this lifetime her 
tension begats the purest love, passionate treasure seem forbidden in the 
land of the lost, allow me to retreat your memory from the 
deceptive knowledge that has shackled a once spirited soul, with a tender kiss at 
the sweetest point of your defense resilence serves as royalty catapulting the 
volumes of your beauty, surely goodness and mercy rest within the blink of 
your eyes, evident is the strength of your character enhanced by 
bravery and sacrifice that have masked the lifelong journey you thought to be 
disastrous, the rays of the sun cast out anew light of motivation in this recovery of love a 
protected creation is now her guided conscience, a soothing rebirth of 
life.


Details | Senryu | |

The Vital Holy Day

Getting ready for
Passover to shed us might
For joyous future

The significance 
Of God’s holiday is way
More vital than us 


Details | Free verse | |

God Saw My Distress and Healed Me part 4

This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow

 ~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back 
~ God inspired me to write this poem…


Details | Free verse | |

The Dirty Old Man

His name was Charles Bukowski,
but he liked to go by the name of Hank.
He was a dirty old man,
who wrote poems
and did poetry readings
that paid him next to nothing.
With a wine bottle in his hand
a pack of cigarettes in the other,
with a half burnt cigarette lit in his mouth
and he was dressed like a Hollywood Bum.
But he wasn't sad, or mad
he had a smile on his face.

As the whores walked down with their big asses
and tits that were big and round quarter shaped nipples stuck out.
The Dirty old man, said with a laugh, "It must be cold outside."
And he continued down the lonesome Los Angeles streets,
going to his next poetry reading.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Journey on Poetrysoup

Number one or ten ,  is such a compliment 
amongst all of this passion lies such talent 
I thank-you through my heart and am humbled you read my thoughts
In this happy home of humility I find peace. In my journey in, a web of desire I am caught

I see myself broken as I try and become
a person that  heals, can survive , one who can overcome 

You can tell I have been through Life and all it offers 
through tears I have cried , my soul will heal , beat stronger 
sadness , love , happiness , fearless , all to  be written , and edited often .
In words , in rhymes, through joyful design,  I easily loose time 

Thank you to all my fellow poets out there ,  you share the desire to put on paper .
You are on your way up in this journey, living life free to feel  , honest colors lie true .
This way of writing , expressing your thoughts , can hold no despair .  
 
I write and record the events as they have happened
Many years ago , I believe the art and poets gave us a vision of the past
in life , in pain , in journey , just write , write all the same , it is words that shall last


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Picked Me Up When I Fell Down


Jesus Picked Me Up, When I Fell Down! Jesus picked me up, when I fell down. He planted my feet on solid ground! There was a deep pit, that my life fell into! At first, I wasn’t sure who to call out to! When it seemed like life was overwhelming me! Christ was there! And said that he’d help me! He reached down with an outstretched arm. And pulled me out of danger and harm! I’m thankful that Jesus was there! And he found me! Now each day… His love surrounds me! Thank you my lord, for being my friend! And rescuing me from the deep pit of sin! Jesus is my savior! And shall forever be! The only one who can truly set me free! By Jim Pemberton


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 | Lyric | |

Good Change Coming

Written October 7, 2012


My soul burns inside
And it comes comes out to hide
When its so shocked to hear
That the darkness is here

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I just want to change the world

Is it too much to ask
Too abstract to grasp
This idea that's been running
I promise there's good change coming

With a bullet and a gun
You'll get any man to run
But it takes diplomacy
To get a real man to see

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I could really change the world

Is it too hard to be
The man I want to see
When I look in the mirror
Lord I pray it was clearer

With a permanent marker
I color in darker
The world that I see
Ain't what it should be

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I am going to change the world


Details | Acrostic | |

WORD PORTRAIT

With what I have to work with is all I need

Or do I? as I choose to write this with speed

Rule of thumb I have to emphasize the words I use

Do you think so? or should I just choose?

Portrait is a fascinating word it has so many meaning

Overview of this word is this I say; accent, highlight, illuminate, and stressing

Revealing more words to use is what I will do

The meaning of Portrait is what I will view

Random words that make the word Portrait now I will say

A word that means the same yet makes it more pleasant to overlay

I will now say some words or two; accentuate, feature, punctuate

These words can either be used or can be put on debate


Details | Free verse | |

The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 


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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


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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!


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EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


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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.


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Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne

Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne! Christ stepped down, from his heavenly throne. He came to earth… For 33 years, he called it his home! His mission had one purpose and desire in mind! He was to one day, be a sacrifice for mankind! He taught and gave us his words, powerfully spoken! He knew that one day, his body would be broken! He desired that all, would one day, come to know him! Because of his resurrection, all can receive him! He’s alive today! And reigns from heaven above! And desires to touch us, with his endless love! Won’t you humbly come, and accept what he’s given? And experience the power, of being forgiven! This can be your moment! This can be YOUR day! He loves you much more, than words can say! All honor and praise, to Christ Jesus, our king! You are our righteousness! Our everything! By Jim Pemberton


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Jesus Called Me to Follow HIM

Jesus Called Me to Follow HIM!

"Come follow me" was the voice I heard.
As I began to hear Christ’ words!
I was humbled to receive a heavenly invitation.
 I accepted Gods wondrous gift of salvation!

"Why me?" was the question I pondered.
 For so many years… I had wandered.

 I knelt down and invited Jesus to come in,
He took away my guilt and my darkest sin!
He's brought a new life! And a love worth finding!
His joy in my heart is HIS perfect timing!

I cry tears of joy I once never had…
I now have peace inside! I’m so glad!

Why not invite him in to your life as well?
He loves you much more than words can tell!

"Come follow me!”  Is the master's call!
Eternal life is freely offered to all!
Jesus waits for you, each day and night!
He'll bring to your heart true delight!

You'll find a true love you can only obtain…
By inviting him in!  Just call on his name!

By Jim Pemberton


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Ball of Fire

Today is Doomsday.

Some believe today is Doomsday
Some say maybe the end of the year
However, do we really care?
How would the earth end?
In a ball of fire or 
would it swallow us up into puff of dust
in a matter of an hour..

I rather am buried under pile of snow.
Eternal Preservation "what a nice way to go

However do we have option in a world?
Where lunatics have taken over asylums
where deranged souls spreading like a social cancer 
Is doomsday  the answer..?


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CHARLIE MAC

CHARLIE MAC,

I remember as a little girl how you would come by in your antique car and take me for a ride.  My remembrance is when you buck your eyes to say you something else but you still my child.  Daddy was I obedient when I did what you said with a smile.

I recollect you telling me about our family.  You stated that we are tribal in our identity; that our Negroid blood came from slavery.  You said we are just as much as anyone else is even when this nation may think differently.  Daddy didn't you give me insight into a life enlighten.

I recall your statement about your education.
You said you went to school but was not treated right.
Therefore, you dropout and started your life.
You became mastered skilled and did well.
Daddy didn't you provide me guidance in a world of racial disparity.

I will never forget the new bike you bought me.
You bought it without it being a holiday.
I was so amazed that you would that I road down Milam in pure enjoyment.
Daddy you showed them who you are; that your daughter was just as much.

Without hesitation, I have call to mind all the love you have shown me throughout life.
You may be down now but your strength shines through.
Mr. Charles Mac Williams, I love you.
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~Penned on March 03, 2014~ 
~For Father's Day Contest Poetry Contest~
~Entry Date: May 31, 2014~


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Stay

She said baby I have to go,
I said girl you don't need to go,
Because baby I want you to stay,
'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,

I said baby I'm feelin you,
And I'm fallin in love with you,
Which is somethin I never thought I would do,
But, I did today,
So girl, Why don't you stay,

Chorus:2x
Why don't you stay, 4x
'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,

She said baby I have to leave,
I said girl I don't want you to leave,
My darling please stay with me,
'Til the night end,
Then come back again,

Because baby we have a chance,
For us to have a great romance,
So, girl take my hand and dance,
You don't have to go,
Baby don't go,
Chorus: 3x

'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,


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Loves Warm Cosy Blanket

Where ever I go
Where ever I stray
in the cold of the night
or the heat of the day
I carry her around everywhere 
in my joyful heart.

It feels like I'm walking around
wearing the softest cosy blanket
made of gold silken thread
that gives me a warm glow
from my toes up to my head.

I feel invincible so happy
to be alive
with a power station of love
that builds in inside
With my mind in another place
and a huge smile upon my face
My life has meaning and direction
and all because of my sweet Lady
my strength my wonder
and perfection.



Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.


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A Day In The News

Who hit it big: and who got snub!

The Oscar nomination is in 
Who got snub and who won?

Would the world become a better place?
When a father can take his son to the park
     Before dark without all gun fire;

Life can take us anywhere, but no matter where we go
Let pray that isn’t an outbreak of the flu,  
To make us stay indoor with all the aches 
and pain behind closed doors

Intensify and scary; as it may seem until Quvenzhané Wallis 
9-Year-Old youngest best actress nominee,
 In Hollywood nomination history:  won her first trophy

Just when you thought everything was going great
Hundreds of whales trapped under the frozen water near Canada:  
Mother Nature is definitely trying to tell us something.

 To believe that it was warmer in that part of that region:
  a  confused school of whales;
     Had to bailed
 
Ben Laden death photo may stay secret
Why not reveal it?

It might be better off saving the one horn Rhino
Or debating the value of a family dog in Texas

One more day in a verse in the news




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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 






 


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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.


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In Chicago

I Chose The Right Path,
I'm Not Out Here Sellin Crack
Instead I Chose The Tracks
Playin Ball , I Will Never Fall ,
We're All Waitin On Our Call ,
We Got So Called Friends , 
When One Day It Jus Ends,
We Live In Chicago , People Dyin Over A Small Problem . We're All Tryna Make A Pretty Penny , Stay Inside Or Get Lit Up , Totin Poles Is How We Ride In Chicago , Some People Tryna Get Down , Take A Ride Up To Chicago I Got Shootas That'll Shoot You . I Got Hittas That Will Rob You . I Got Family That'll Hurt You . That's How We Play In Chicago . We Roll Up , N Smoke Up . We Pour Up N Drink Up . Stay On Our Grind , Cuz Well Lose Our Life In Chicago . S/o To The Guyss...


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Discovering Love

What is this? This way I feel?
I've never felt before
A desire for a love to heal
A heart so cold and sore

Out with the old
And in with the new
To my past love, I never told
But I'm happy at the chance to meet you

Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming
In my heart, so many feelings assembling
So much beauty in so many faces
Spread across the world, in a million different places

I want someone to hold dear by my side
Each and every night
To be there when I want to hide
And tell me everything's alright

Meet someone with their heart so open, their eyes so wide
Who reminds me of the one I lost
To pick up the pieces, while to my life revive
And breathe love's warm fires on a heart of frost

She's out there somewhere, thinking of me
As I am of her
Just a blank face in our minds
For which our hearts slowly burn

Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming
In my heart, so many feelings assembling
So much beauty in so many faces
Spread across the world, in a million different places

And my past love will do the same
Meet someone kind, and new
Know he'll grow to love her name
Just as I did, and still do

What will come of them, I'll wonder
Pray she finds happiness beyond compare
Under the sun, rain, and thunder
But to share these feelings with my new love, I wouldn't dare

Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming
In my heart, so many feelings assembling
So much beauty in so many faces
Spread across the world, in a million different places


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Pretty Differences

Pretty Differences
--S.I.KHAN

I remember the night; I was talking to you all silly...
Never did I know, would fall for u so easily...
But you were someone so unique to me...
I couldn't hold on to myself but with u, to be...
Although I knew, between us...
It was the best of times; it is the worst of times,
It was the age of wisdom; it is the age of foolishness
It was the epoch of belief; it’s the epoch of incredulity
It was the season of light; it is the season of darkness
It was the spring of hope; it is the winter of despair
It was minute of togetherness; it is the ages of estrangement
We had everything before us; we have nothing forth us...
I was everything to you; I’m nothing for you...
In you, I had my world, now I don't have you...
I’m so lost still lost in you...


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What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Seasoned Child

A seasoned child with a voice to hear,
A voice that echoes through hearts and mind,
Her innocence shattered, but not through fear,
The perpetrators will pay their fine.
Her courage carries her through life,
And no one now will dare forget,
The echoes that will always strive 
To change the fortunes of regret.
They cry too soon, “She’s gone away…”
Beneath the tears, you hear her breathe,
They pray to God and hope they may
Never see the country seethe.
The country’s hopes are carried on
The shoulders of this seasoned child,
With a voice that thunders at dawn,
This land of hers has been beguiled.


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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


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Wolves

Sometimes I see we can compare-
Our humanity with wolves, similarities we share-
Born into a world packed full with rules-
And hard to distinguish the wise from the fools-

Straight from the start taught what to think-
And if we stray alone we are doomed to shrink-
Forced to stay close with the pack-
Because if we leave, can not come back-

Yet sometimes a chance to do what is right-
Only may lead to a bloody fight-
Strength that matters is measured by courage-
Pressure from others only to discourage-

So stand strong, and fresh courage take-
For true courage is impossible to fake-
If it be I'll stand alone-
To show true courage can still be shown-


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True Love Can't Be Made, Bought or Traded

Many call making love, from a physical reaction. As many try to find a loving satisfaction! True love can’t be bought, paid, or traded This is something that shouldn’t be debated! True love is from God, and freely given! His love can change the way you’re livin’! Only God’s love can cleanse the heart from sin! And bring true satisfaction deep within! If it’s “cheap love,” you seek… You can find it! But you’ll end up empty, hurt and blinded! If it’s true love you want. Look no more! Jesus is here... Knocking at your heart’s door! Won’t you let him in? And let his love touch you? He wants to do this. Because he really loves you! He loves you so much, he bled and died! In him, you can be made whole and sanctified! Won’t you accept the love he freely gives? It will bless you each day that you live! By Jim Pemberton


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The meaning of ISLAM2

                                           ...... Please read part one first.......

? How did Muhammad (may peace be upon him) become a prophet and a messenger of God?

At the age of 40, while engaged in a meditative retreat, Muhammad received his first revelation from God through the Angel Gabriel. This revelation, which continued for twenty-three years, is known as the Quran.
As soon as he began to recite the words he heard from Gabriel, and to preach the truth which God had revealed to him, he and his small group of followers suffered bitter persecution, which grew so fierce that in the year 622 God gave them the command to emigrate. This event, the Hijra, 'migration', in which they left Makkah for the city of Madinah some 260 miles to the north, marks the beginning of the Muslim calendar.
After several years, the Prophet and his followers were able to return to Makkah, where they forgave their enemies and established Islam definitively. Before the Prophet died at the age of 63, the greater part of Arabia was Muslim, and within a century of his death Islam had spread to Spain in the West and as far East as China. 

? What is the Quran?

The Quran is a record of the exact words revealed by God through the Angel Gabriel to the Prophet Muhammad. It was memorized by Muhammad and then dictated to his Companions, and written down by scribes, who cross-checked it during his lifetime. Not one word of its 114 chapters, Suras, has been changed over the centuries, so that the Quran is in every detail the unique and miraculous text which was revealed to Muhammad fourteen centuries ago.


? What is the Quran about?
The Quran, the last revealed Word of God, is the prime source of every Muslim's faith and practice. It deals with all the subjects which concern us as human beings: wisdom, doctrine, worship, and law, but its basic theme is the relationship between God and His creatures. At the same time it provides guidelines for a just society, proper human conduct and an equitable economic system.


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Beautiful Children

Singing around in love;
Smiles built from the ground.
Holding hands in the dance;
Laughing with brothers and sisters,
All in His Glorious Name.
Throughout His perfectly sculpted land:
Look around because this is it;
Look around because this is love;
Look around and know, understand, comprehend,
Rejoice because you are perfect;
You are God's beautiful children!


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Come Back And Finish What You Started

Take me back to when I was just 17
when I was young nieve and still had dreams
to that long hot summer
and my first sweet love
an angel bestowed to me
as a gift from above.

I recall the fragrance of her long blonde hair
that glistened like gold
and how I was lost in those smiling green eyes
and the story they told
''I love you''.

How the butterflies used to flutter inside
and how I loved to be seen walking hand in hand
I was so proud and full of pride.

That first fumbled nervous kiss
on virgin warm moist tender lips
and the sweet waves of emotional bliss
And how she used to whisper and words of love
that sent me floating among the stars above.

The places we used to take each other
where no one else had been
I was her gallant knight
and she the ruler of my heart
my world my life my Queen.

I remember each precious moment
as though it was yesterday
A dream of vivid colour
a trail of rose petals
and clear sunny skies
that seemed to say
We were made for each other
from now until the grave.

So many years have now passed
and circumstances beyond our control
meant ever since I have been lost in a lonely dark desert
and feel the bitter cold
Although I met many girls
of which in some way remind me of you
they don't come close
they can never compare
To the magic that you'd do.

I still love you now
and guess I always will
losing you was an ongoing cruel nightmare
and there's a huge hole left to fill.

I know you may never read this
and feel my pain inside
but when we parted
something inside me died.

Thank you Diane
for giving me the happiest days of my life
You come and visit me in my dreams at night
and we walk bathed in the brightest colourful lights
I your husband and you my darling wife
If I have to wait for ever
then I'll wait for you
until then my ashes to be scattered
about the places we'd go and we knew.

I have never been happy I was then
and I guess I will never be happy as I was back when
you were mine
Where ever you are
or who your with
I still have so much love to give. 

''Come back and finish what you started''.X.



Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.



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South Africa salutes Dr Martin Luther King Jr

South Africa salutes Dr. Martin Luther King Jr!




They gunned you down,
on this April day,
all those years ago,

yet you live, you breathe!





They gunned you down,
just as they did Chris Hani and M.K. Gandhi,

and they failed, as they always will,

for they can never kill,

your dream, your ideals.





Your dream, your ideals,

live, and breathe,


still!









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I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


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Bear

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


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Timeless

Many speak of courage and the dragons that they meet

But what of the dragon within, deep within the deep

A beast so terrifying, it’s made many a strong man weep

No flames bursting from its maw

Instead a song so captivating it lulls you to sleep

All other dragons are scales in its hide

One must enter its lair alone and bow at its feet

You must respect its power before you draw your sword

Because once you stab its heart you in turn pierce your own

Mustering this kind of courage is no easy feat

By killing the dragon you also kill yourself

You are reborn in the womb of wombs

You awake to the world humbled and renewed

For it's embracing the truth of this beast
That allows you the clarity to recognize peace


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My Mask

It hurts all the time
This pain in me never stops
I want to cry for you
I want to scream for you
I want to beg for you
I want you to be here
This cant be fair
This cant be real

But I smile and I laugh
I get up every morning to go to work
Throw on a happy face and make some jokes
I come home and enjoy my day
I have fun
And I continue on
But I’m so hurt
I’m so lost

Seeing you in there killed me
I could never get the phone call out my head
The screams from my mom
The walk up there to see if it was true
But most of all I wont forget you
In the casket
Touching your hand
You were so cold
You didn’t belong there
Seeing you go into the ground
Seeing them fall apart
Feeling my heart break into pieces
When all I could do is scream
I will never forget that day

And every time I smile I want to cry
Every time I laugh I want to cry
Every time I think I want to cry
Every breath I take takes a little bit out of me
Because I want to cry

I want this to not be real
I want to had spend more time with you
I want to hug you
Laugh with you 
Tell you I love you
That I was always there
That I am still always here

I am so broken
But I continue on with life

Because God took you and not me
He wanted me here for a reason
So ill continue on for
You
I will laugh
And smile
And pretend
Anything to make it to the end
To see you

I miss you just isn’t enough
It doesn’t mean enough


What heals a broken heart?
Time they say

But time wont bring you back
So my heart stays broken
As I pretend to smile

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you


As I’m falling apart

My mask then goes on



RIP Bebo... 17 was to young


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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


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a rose grown on concrete

A rose grown on concrete

Behind these steel grill bars,
Admiring the heaven stars.
I remain that black rose,
Growing on concrete there I pose.
With petals shattered,
And my thirsty roots scattered.

With my stem rotting in strain,
12 months have gone there’s no rain.
 I absorb the slightest rays of light,
To keep me strong through the night.
With only hope tomorrow I’m alive,
But faith keeps me strong I will survive.

But if I should die,
Wipe your eyes don’t you “crie.”
Just bury me smiling,
As that black rose charming.
But whilst alive it will rain,
Out of these bars were there’s no pain.


Inspired by a moment of hurt and anger in prison (2008)


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I Bless Your Name My Lord

I Bless Your Name, My Lord! I bless your name, my Lord and friend! I shall sing of your praise again and again! I bring a heart of worship and thanksgiving! May I honor you, in the way I am living! I shall tell others of your mighty acts and deeds! It's in you alone, who can supply all of our needs! I want to let you, and the whole world know... Of your love and grace, in reaching the lost soul! I’m delighted and grateful, just to know you! Each day that I live, may I take time to bless you! Your name is worthy of praise! Glory in the highest! I'm here today, because of your mercy and kindness! You've given to me a life that I never had! I'm so honored to know you! And very glad! By Jim Pemberton


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Last Thoughts on Bob Dylan

When your engines burning and you call it quits
Say goodbye to the devil and all of his wit
When the breeze has you backwards holding your soul
And the December snow makes you leave your last goal
When the brisk air freezes your knees
And the door won’t open because you can’t find the keys
When your family grows numb under all the commotion 
And your head keeps spinning from too much emotion
When your sipping on gin and juice clutching the last bone bruise
And you’re under the tree searching for a noose
Hold the rope in your left hand
And break it with your teeth
Gnaw down on the sunset
While you’re looking for the sunrise
Lift up your head to the moon
And pray with closed eyes
Go on walking the road isn’t too long
Keep steady for you are not too far gone
When your nail polish chips
And the birds aren’t chirping
When your coffee is cold
But your ears are burning
When you can’t fall asleep and it’s two in the morning
Keep on dreaming
Even though you aren’t sleeping
Your mind is moving
And your hands are shaking
Your voice is quaking
And your toes are tapping
Keep your lips smacking
And your lungs inhaling
When you exhale words that aren’t meant to be heard
And your talk is wrongly taken
When you pull out the cake and it’s all undercooked
And you think to yourself what should I be making?
What should I be hearing?
What should I be seeing?
What should I be loving?
What should I be doing?
In this life I am living
And you say to them come keep me clean
Keep me focused
And keep me mean
Under all the dirt and grime
The stories under your fingernails
With the mountains you’ve climbed 
And the garden you grew
And the ocean you swam
And all the things that you knew
About fishing boats
Crossing moats
Turning rock into gold
And sinking until you float
Like George Harrison you said
Making it on his own
Living until your full grown
Never accepting or taking a loan
Because you can do this 
You said you’ll do this on your own
And there’s a ship sinking somewhere
You’re grabbing some drift wood
Staying afloat
Just because you know you should
You can take it two ways
Above or below
You can grab the door know
Or jump out the window
And you’ll see yourself in the door frame of a house
And he’ll be waiting in the kitchen
For your welcoming smile
Because this is your place
So pick up the pace and don’t lose face
They might see you with the utmost disgrace
So walk in slowly
One foot at a time
See the hallways as a maze
And find yourself in your own home
Grabbing your own keys
Dusting off your own knees
Holding onto your soul
Even in the cold breeze
You may be shaken
Or rattled
Or turned upside down
But you know that
You’ve got one foot in the door
Standing on solid ground. 


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The Mountain of Self Measure

I scramble up the jagged rocks, 
on my way to the peak of this mountain top.
A self-given measuring stick.

Toppling back, I fear I will fall.
Barely hanging onto this rock.
Hardly enough strength to carry on.

Bruised.

Broken.

Beaten down.

A gaping hole of nothing opens under me, 
as I stare below me.
Reaching, blindly seeking for the next foothold.

Scraping my way, 
my hands feel like they are bloody and raw.
Trying to find my way to the top of that 
formidable mountain top.
Just to see if I measure up!

GypsyofEssence


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A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine

The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging

My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn

My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark

It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home 
To improve her new teaching career

The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned

My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine

The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core

I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye

The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb

But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back

There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past

If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown

There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce

Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast

Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how

Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know


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Do You Listen to What God Has to Say

Do You Listen to What God Has to Say? As I often watch the daily news. I hear about different stories and different views. I can't help but to wonder when some complain. Anything of God, many want to "contain." Many of people’s thoughts bring a concern... When it comes to God's word. They have "their backs turned." While often, they speak of "tolerance" in their living... Only what they want to believe... Is what they are giving. This isn’t a picture of "doom and gloom." But a "day of reckoning" is coming so very soon! God's word... Will you choose to ignore? When he comes knocking, at your heart’s door? What will you believe, when God calls your name? Will you come to him? Or simply complain? You'll be by yourself at God's judgment day. When your name is called. What will you say? God's says: "My love for you will never end." Allow his word to guide you... And to be your friend! By Jim Pemberton


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Glass Doors

I don't care who you were or what you have done. 
I care who you are and what you have become. 


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Tribute To The Intellectual Pathfinder

Majored in Social Anthropology -
Healdtown a significant influence 
in his life .Not only was Mafeje an 
influential academic, he was a man 
of brilliance, intellect and insight.


His trials and tribulations were many. For example,
Archibald addressed a crowd which was ‘illegally gathered’,
and for that reason he was arrested.  He did not despair. 
A force in the fight against injustices and marginalisation.
A custodian of African heritage, awareness and identity.

A protector of the African identity, of African roots and rights;
Mafeje contributed to South Africa and its nationals. An ‘intellectual
pathfinder’ who played his role in enhancing  the people of Africa’s 
knowledge and self –worth. That which he bestowed, both on the scholarly
and political spheres  was no mean feat. He shone in both scholastic and 
insightful ways. A man of brilliance, intellect and insight. A focused pathfinder.

He laid the foundation for future African scholars embarking on a similar               path of study. He also raised the benchmark in his field of study. A fountain of 
knowledge and an author and researcher of repute.A focused pathfinder.


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33 And Beautiful

I was strolling through the rich coast on a Sunday evening,
No doubt, I had glanced at beautiful Enid,
I have to accede; your face, all, of you, is incredible, pristine and attractive.
Through the swarm, I was transfixed,
Transfixed to look out for you, Lady E'!
If you ever happened to get lost in the jungle, I would fight a good fight,
Till I extricate you from the jungle my Lady!
Incredible, you're beautiful.
That nightfall you were my heroine,
And you will always be one,
Since you stained my eyes like the spectrum colors on a rainbow.
Incredible you're 33 and beautiful,
You're my Jasmine, my modern timetable,
Enid my Lady, my cheery pick,
Welcome to my castle, in it, I'm the Prince; you're a Princess,
You're a Princess in my fortress taken care of, No one can harm you my Lady,
Precious, Hilarious and tremendous you're my Lady
You're destined eternally to look beautiful.
Coz your sky, will always be beautiful.
Good Lady might, save the day,
And make me your summer rain.
Sting me, back.

All Rights Reserved

© T.m.T scripts 


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Impossibilities

Impossible

Today you may win, but tonight you shall lose.
 In words of a great man, 
“The over bearings of a sustainable society will eventually collapse by the efforts of the very people it has sworn power over.” 

So beware; the tides are shifting as the night arises, the rains will fall, and the winds howl their lonesome tunes. 
The sun shall shine only once the bonds of your evil embodiment break.
 Until then, 
though, 
however barren the future may seem, 
hope shall break through all. For that is our purpose; hope. 

Hope that we are not ruled by one man or woman. 
Not ruled by petty restrictions or ignorant policies. 
Not governed in every single way in the vain confidence that we can be tamed… 							
- You blind yourselves with the Impossible.


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Let Your

Let your tender soul burning
Let your thoughts churning
Let your enthusiasm go high
Let your stunning breath fly

You can create a revolution
You can cause all sensation
You can shout out the pains
You can remove all of stains

You are capable of supremacy
You are worthy of an intimacy
You are holder of burning youth
You are a unique carrier of truth

What though if love is not found
Your dedication is truly profound
You are the heir of your passion
To build ultimately a great nation


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YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders

(2 Cor. 1: 3, 4 / 1 Pet. 5: 7 / Ps. 8: 4)



YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders!
Like YOU Wrapped Clouds Around Thunders
& Its Like A Lilting, Life-Lullaby In Whispers
or Like A Light Feeling of Gently Floating On Rivers

And It Feels Like A Comforter - Plush & Soft
Caressing Around Me As YOU Hold Me Aloft
And It Feels Like My Favorite Cuddly Blanket
Tucked 'Round Me Like Guests At A Table's Banquet

And It Feels Like Piled-Cashmere - Padded Covers 
To Keep Out The Cold & Carelessness of Others
It Feels Like My Grandmama's Queen-Size Quilt
... Under Which Many Castles Were Built ...

And I Feel Wrapped & Wanted, Warm & Safe
In The Soothing Circle of YOUR Firm Embrace
And Its Like The Tenderest of Hugs
In The Everlasting Arms of YOUR Fatherly Love

... and YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders!
Like  YOU  Wrap The Clouds Around Thunders ...




         Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/28/2013 
                     by:  MoonBee Canady




Yes, This is actually how I felt during the arduous procedure before my
Lumpectomy Surgery & ... after my surgery ... O' Yes, GOD Is Good!


MoonBee




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The World Needs You, Lord

The world needs You, Lord;
We all need You too.
Alone, we battle and fall apart,
But we live joyful freedom with You:
Created anew in Your perfect image;
Saved,
Loved,
Changed,
In Your Holy Name!
We pray,
Amen!


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Valentine in 1989

                    Valentine in 1989

                One dozen roses, a box of chocolate
           A kiss on the lips, thoughtful, heart-felt sentiments
     A woman in love could only imagine, and appreciate
                 2013, no roses, no chocolate
                 obstacles: another woman.
                        Bollywood  flicks

                            Melodrama


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Kindness is a Virtue

Who are and who is my friends or acquaintances, confusing everyday
but today I have found my self to walk a path that is not so rough
I became so blinded to have friends that it pains me anyway
They take a simple kindness and think that I am not tough
so by deliberately challenging me to act like nothing happens I grow bold
Wake up you! and all the rest, I have something to say
I don't like this feeling of regret or sorrow so please do not take me cold
as a friend you should know to not take advantage of my kindness in away
A storm is blowing inside my soul burning a hole in it so
lightning is striking in methods unknown for in the distance thunder you hear
Some of the greatest warriors fall with great weapons of bow
antics that slaughters such feebleness as cowardices use an unseen spear
To let one know that your feelings are clear do not hesitate
to do so shows fear and that is one thing that can determine your choice
With kindness in your corner you should easily win and that will be great!
In the end you can hold up a drink with friends and smile and rejoice


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I Don't Want to Forget YOU Lord

I Don’t Want to Forget You, Lord! Lord Jesus, I don’t want to ever forget about you! I just want to take some time, to praise you! During my life, I want the past behind me! When I was struggling… It was you that helped me! The many times you listened to my cries… I knew you’d help me! I didn’t know why! I want to cherish the promises you made. I want to enjoy this life, that you gave! I want to remember the times we’ve had together! I don’t want to leave you! Now… Or ever! I want to think about the good times, that we’ve had! You brought joy to my heart! I am so glad! I want take each day and keep “moving on.” I know that you are with me… All the day long! Thank you Jesus! For the times you’ve been there! Always a friend I need! Who truly cares! An abundance of life, is what I received! That moment I trusted you, and began to BELIEVE! By Jim Pemberton


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Humble

I give my word a breath of life
and those who give me strife
I willingly do what needs to be done
and do not wish to be won
I smile a smile that lights up any face
and hope to never disgrace
I do what I am taught to do
and that my help would be true
I clam my words together
and hope times will never weather
I do have some faith in all matters
and things to reach with ladders
I hope for many things in heart
and I cherish everyone that is part 
I do know one thing is set
and with my life I would bet
I will hold true to my words
and make my world good towards


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I Once Loved to Tell Others of Jesus

I Once Loved to Tell Others Of Jesus!

I once told others of Jesus!
 As a young boy...
Witnessing for Christ,
Is what I enjoyed!

I told others of a time to repent...
I loved to talk about Jesus,
  wherever I went!

As the years went by,
And I grew old.
The things of God, I had no longer told.

A coldness in my life, began to brew.
Even God’s word… I no longer knew.

I only talked about God to
 people in the church.
In my heart, was a hunger
 for a new search.

A search to return to Jesus! My lost love!
I fell on my knees! And cried to God above.

 I began to confess, to God, everything!
A new love for him I knew he would bring.

I began to feel his love come all over me.
The chains were now gone! I was set free!

If a coldness for Jesus dwells in you.
Remember his love is faithful and true!

Please come to Jesus! 
And be cleansed within!
And experience the joy of being born again!

By Jim Pemberton


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EYE Don't See -Part 4-

My heart is beating with upbeat delight 
You astound me…in every shape and form 
My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might
You surprise me…when you take my hand
And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm

And He dismisses me from my solitude…
My eyes are glistening with bliss… 
And I’m far from my demise… 
Only to find that there’s no need to feel helpless

Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?

Just protect me from any harm 
Let me make my own decisions…
To see the results in the long run 

You prize me as if I’m cherished like your carefree child
You don’t understand – I’m TOO foolish and wild
I haven’t even reached to full maturity 
But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free
From the world’s mayhem
Is there a solution to this problem?

And I’m left with no answer…
My eyes are eager to see…another bright day 
And the night is coming to haunt me… 
I find myself slowly disappearing from sight…
When will God give me a purpose to fight? 
When will He feed me His awesome might? 

Just support me…especially during my downfalls
Please answer my calls!

And I’m left to venture off into His path…

Eye can’t escape my terrible nightmares 
Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton
Let me pour forth my tears – 
Do me a favor and cast away my fears
Steer me away from disorder and confusion

Eye can see you’re making great progress
You’re heading towards a brighter, superb future…

My eyes 
No longer witness oblivion 
My eyes
Looks beyond the earthly pain…
bEyOnD the affliction 

I spot a rope in the distance. . . . . 

Push aside the waves…and let me
Grab it this instant!
God feeds me His love…and treats me
Like a newborn infant!

Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes  
I feel rare content
And I feel hardly any resentment

Eye 
cherish 
that 
REMARKABLE 
moment 


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God Is There

                                                    God  is  There
Oh  Lord  I  come  to  you  each  day
So  I  can  see  what  you  want  to  say
Then  I  go  on  my  way
I  can  start  my  day
When  Lord  I see  what  you  want  to  say.

Dear  Lord  I  pray  first  thing  in  the  morn
So  I  can  see  my  way  through  the  storm
In   a  difficult  day 
 I  can  see  my  way
Lord  I  pray  first  thing  in  the  morn.

Lord  you  strengthen  me  while  I  pray
 You  say  tomorrow’s  another  day
For  you  to see   again
Where  you  must  begin
Lord  you  strengthen  me  each  day.

Oh  Lord  I  love  to  hear  Your  voice
It  helps  me  learn  to  make  a  choice
For  a  beautiful  day  
Lord  I’ve  made  my  way
Lord  I  love  to  hear  your  voice.

                              (CHORUS)
For  although  troubles  will  come
And  your  works are  never  done
And   though  you  give  it  your  best
It  seems  you’re  not  a  success
But  if  you  quietly  pray
Oh  Lord  please  help  me  today
You  will  know  that  God  is  there
Yes  you  will  know  that  God  is  there.






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SUCCESS IN SWEAT

SUCCESS IN SWEAT!
     -Dharga Nagar Safa

Sweat,

Comes,

Before success!


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All Alone, All Along

I was on a swing
Bring us peace in mind
In the end, I had to get off of it
I was dancing for hours
I found my place above the city
My eyes begin to water…
Life’s a bother – 
A real, big bother

Brother…oh brother…
Stabilize me please
Tranquilize the compassionless skies,
As bitter as telling lies
Energize me with your breeze
For the sake of my safety
Brother…oh brother…
Put my mind at ease…
Make me as tall as the majestic trees
For I am brought low…and left to be
(All alone…all along)x3

I was listening to my sister’s piano playing
Bring me peace in mind…before I grow blind
In the end, I follow you like that picture of geese on the wall
I fell on the floor…the light cowers
Away from the nighttime…I found that
I belong in the mountains – as the night pushes away the day,
Life’s a sad song, a real sad tune of a song

Mother…oh mother…
Reflect on me please
Embrace the mournful skies,
Purifying the poverty, driving away all doubts and whys 
Will you pray on your knees?
For the sake of our safety
Father…oh father…
Give her time and nurture her…
I feel her…I know she’s unsure
Cheer her up like the dazzling stars
For I’m friends with Gravity …heal her scars
Look after her and forget about me, for I am
(All alone…all along)x3

Alone, I roam
I’m seeking shelter…
A placid place called Home
I can’t hold on any longer
Might as well let go for the time being
So, I decide to…let go…
Dread spanks me to death

Alone, I groan
My mind has been blown
As if a bomb was planted in my brain
Am I turning insane by this unbearable pain?

I’m just waiting for the sun to bloom in the sky
Sometimes, I ask God why…
Why has tragedy ensnared me?
Why am I in this chamber of insanity?
I let my doleful spirits go…the wind will blow it away…
I lay my weary head down to bed…
The sun will rise in no time…wait your turn
I yearn for this burn 
Of rejection and loneliness to unleash me
Voices haunt me…
Voices taunt me…
There’s no room for rejoicing
I object! I refuse to be trapped in desolation
YOU WILL NOT TAKE AWAY MY WELLBEING…
I’ll say this without hesitation
You will witness my frustration… 

Reach out to me
Flee from me…misery
Something’s missing…in my life
Something’s wrong…I can sense it in your eyes
I can read your mind…
Don’t let the clouds smother me…
Tears cloud my eyes and I can’t help but cower away

Are you praying for a merciful day?
Are you grazing in fields of flowers?
How long will this last? For hours?

I’m listening to these lies
I’m starting to believe it
Don’t wave your heartless goodbyes
This journey is more like a Poverty Pit

Search for Him like hidden treasure
For the sake of our heart’s desire
Has sin and spitefulness devoured us like hell’s fire?
Bring us to the gates of sacred bliss
For we are distraught…and we’re left here
All alone…all along…

We will earn our freedom
Why are we overflowing with alarm and grief?	
We will enter the Kingdom
God has promised it will bring us true relief
So, have faith in Him and we’ll be
Together as one…right from the start…


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Haiku Two

, , 
Numero uno attempt, may be an answer to a new idea , ,
Numero uno:- one, first,...


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Man's Afflictions And God's Salvation

Man’s Afflictions and God’s Salvation!

I’ve seen and heard of many afflictions!
Things happen in life, that need our attention!

There are things that happen that bring despair.
Wondering if anyone listens or even cares!

There’s a God in heaven who sees what’s wrong!
There are many things that don’t belong!

Evil moves with a power and destructive force!
It comes in many forms, from an ungodly source!

God knows what is happening and offers a plan!
His gift of salvation is freely offered to man!

His ways of living are at odds with this earth!
Anyone can come to Christ,
 and receive a “new birth!”

If life’s heartaches and worries
 are pulling you down…
There’s a new life for YOU! 
Waiting to be found!

Your afflictions, for God’s healing,
 is for you to receive!
Won’t you reach out to him now?
 And simply believe?

His gifts of mercy and hope, is what HE can give!
He can totally transform you! 
 And the way you live!

His salvation, for life’s heartaches, is freely yours!
A new life with Jesus can be true
 and secure!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Beyond What's Seen

You do not know what I see
I see you crying next to me
I see your pain, I see your tears
Through your laughs, and through the years
Past your mask I see your face
You are hiding in this place
Trust in me, I won't let you fall
You don't have to hide at all

Open up what's in your heart
That is the place I will start
Open up your eyes and see
All that's left is you and me
In the end you'll see the light
Come on, I don't want to fight
Together we will make it through
Come on. Now, It's me and you

Now you can start to feel
How much this love is true and real 
behind your eyes you keep your pain
It's all locked up in your brain
Come on. Now, just let it out
It's okay to scream and shout
I will help you through and through
I will always be with you


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Paying Homage

                                       Paying Homage



Awaiting the news, anxious for a cash day,
calling friends, only a few replied.
Searching for answers, only music for hay,
returned calls, then you supplied.


Austerity cuts hurting the Western poor,
similar to a normal day for Eastern bites.
Hospital, school, factory workers mop a Northern floor,
left now laminating and missing those Southern nights.


A divisive figure passes, levelled far too many lands,
a magical garden appears in far away sands.
Regrets, threats, defeats, victories; does it matter?
Speaking of current times and old times; review the latter.


Took the choice to move and study those rights abroad,
they had no choice, unfortunate products of the state.
A decade on, worse off, no need too applaud,
takes a tough time to flush out a friend; much homage to a mate.




                                                                    © Shane Cogan, 2013

   


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Hurricane Sandy I Thank You

What’s my main focus? Is to find the key that open all doors The key to harmony, and longevity, My ending is now my beginning My past is never to be mention A new sun shall rises in the east And the wind from the north shall Swipe a new path that I shall follow My new life has just begun What am I looking for.. is out there The maybe, I should have, only ifs` Doubtful thoughts Shall scatters to the wind, I only listen to the wind For the signal resolution The golden key is mind. Hurricane Sandy I thank you.
Authors Notes: Due to the effect of hurricane sandy My work place have been destroy i thought that my life was over..........the hurricane has taught me a lot. A Testimonial ......to a new beginning


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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


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Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






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EYE Don't See -Part 1-

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay

When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near? 

Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?

Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief 
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense 
My fear?

My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?

Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...

Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…


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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.


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The Unknown

The world, once a seemingly small place, expands and grows with you.
Bigger, more vast, scarier.
How is one to find their place?

Searching for motivation--forward momentum, I crumble.
I sink into the abyss that is my life.
Smaller, more secluded, scarier.

I scream, but no one hears me.
This is what it feels like to be one mere person.
A dot in the universe.

Smaller.

Ah, I rebut.

I refuse to go unnoticed.
I refuse to live a life afraid of chance.
I refuse to not make my mark in the world.

I run, head first, towards the bigger, most vast and scarier.
I welcome myself to the unknown. 
I look fear in the eyes.
I search;

For my place, my purpose, my mark.


Details | Rhyme | |

If I Give God Everything

If I Give God Everything…

If I give God everything,
 what have I to lose?
He’s been calling me… 
 I don’t want to refuse!

I need to give HIM control of everything I do…
He promised to change and make me brand new!

I must confess and humbly
 come before him!
I need to take the time, to love
 and know him!

I’ll try to give him, all of my burdens
 and troubles.
He’s there to pick me up, 
when I fall and stumble!

God is merciful!  And is waiting with open arms!
His arms of love, will shelter me,
 from all harm!

As I give God what I have,
 I know I need more of him!
I need to experience Jesus’ blood
 to cleanse my every sin!

I’m so thankful and grateful
 for all that he has done!
I shall praise and worship Jesus! 
 God’s precious son!

I Praise you father!  I bless and honor
 your name!
As I give you my life…  
I am forever changed!

By Jim Pemberton


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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……


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Restore the Walls of Jericho

Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans 
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions

They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”

Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place 
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!

They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”  

Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving 

They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?

“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
 “Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”

Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery! 
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly – 
Their lack of optimism and gratitude  
Buried them down in captivity
 

How can you bear their poverty? 
How can He save them from destruction and pity?

They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…” 

Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!


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Only Everything - Part Two

I got an ultimatum, I can shoot through them or create a diversion,
but  either way it's the same, just an unreleased version.
It's never different, one just brings a smile, 
I accept the little things, one step is the beginning of a mile.

Never denial, there's no regrets and no looking back,
what happened then is gone, a figment of your imagination, it's the past.
You brought that out, you let me release my inner thoughts,
you brought my chin up, and when I fell you instantly caught.

When it was hot, you were a fan, a resource for fresh air,
when nothing was right, you were the only place where things were fair.
My fairytale, my mansion where there were to many rooms,
where I could take of my shoes, and finally tell the truth.

You're my destination, it doesn't matter how far,
my fabrication, where I can build anything that I want.
I can't replace you, there's nothing more that I need.
You are my garden, and my pen is the seed, you're Only Everything.


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An Unmet Expectation

“Expectation is the root of  all heartache”
Those fine words that were once read
Now every vital syllable is felt
Before them I was misled
With false yearning I was fed
I voluntarily injected myself with anticipation and adoration 
And sadly I failed to infuse you with the same potion
All this lead to an empty commotion 
An inner hidden turmoil of some sort
And like a shattered plate my heart fell to the ground
Living in a mirage of high expectancy and wishful thinking
Yet this hope has been misplaced
It took an epiphany to shatter my nerves and alert my senses 
That Fraud of an appeal was the stem to my heartache 
A moment of awareness mixed with the residue of regret
Denial the first step of any anguish
Molding my image of you that you have now tarnished 
Looking for some sort of justification
Like a patriot for his fallen nation
Denial Denial Denial
It rings and sings in my ear
Like a gong struck with intensity
It rang and vibrated through my ear majestically
Now my mind to you it fakes a false conspiracy 
To justify such actions I can stay hours pondering upon
Yet one day the truth will hit me
So tonight I choose to rid myself of it all
Before I crumble and fall
Tonight I rid myself of it and u…
I rid myself of it all…


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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.


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Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 
Future


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I Have The Power To Kill Iniquity

I have the power to move desperation,
I think about my ideas,
And I move my mind to my own world of imagination,
I use my powers to move people into a land of peace,
I throw my mind on the paper,
And my confidence in the pencil,
As I control the negative mind with great thoughts,
So blissful,
I have the power to move depression,
The power to flatten an emotional erruption,
I use it to save an innocent life,
I can kill an evil mind,
As sharp as a knife,
I have the power to move sorrow,
And slap it with the joys of tommorow,
I have the power to create happiness in mid air,
I have the power to blind hate with trickery,
I have the power to kill iniquity.


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EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


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We Search For Direction

In the beginning of plight,
We venture off and take action
Beyond the mysteries of the day and night
We search diligently for safety and direction 

The aftermath of our flight
Brought us good luck and success
If we look forward...we'll eventually find light
We must get out of this cave...
Or we'll be stomped on by distress

You're our journey's end
Where is the escape route?
Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend
With God's help, we'll find a way out...
No doubt


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When we go to heaven

When we go to heaven will you dance with me

will you finally see the shelter you provided

the love you showed for me in time

your hand in mine so freely wide

When we go to heaven will we walk along the sea

hand in hand you and me

Will we see Jesus together and feel free

so close to Him you and me


When we go to heaven can we walk the streets of gold

He paved for us


I see the time in my mind so clear

us walking side by side

so free and so near


I will look for you one day above

when we go to heaven we'll be free

you, and me and Jesus,


Us Three...



Written by://©Betty Bolden

11-15-05

All Poems are copyright!


Details | Free verse | |

A smile to everything

There is more to life 
Than what it seems.
Life  filled with all forms 
of agony, misery and sorrow.
Yet we may be used to situations
Where disappointments and
 frustrations pushes us on.

But I ask,
Should this be the reason
 why we cant put on a  smile
 when the sun wakes up its sleepy head?
Should this be the reason 
why we shouldn’t take of our shoes 
and dance when the sky releases its tears?
Your guess is as good as mine!

An achievement is not making everyone happy
But doing something out of the blue to make yourself happy.
Yes! People might see you as a failure
But seeing yourself as that winner is your achievement 

Don’t give up on the little things that make you happy due to what people say
Don’t give up on your dreams because of little disappointments in life
But by believing in yourself is an achievement to lead you on to success


Details | Lyric | |

Comatose

When I come too close 
She becomes comatose 
from An overdose
Of some bad love
I suppose

Her heart calcified from the bleed
Now there's a stone where it used to be
A fort built around her being
Echoes of pain's sound for seeing

There's damage done to repair
She needs a spark with some air
She needs a gun with a flare
Can I break her out of it
Gotta break her out of it

She puts up a wall
And she's shutting me out
she don't know me at all
Cause I wont let her down
And darkness it comes
and takes over her soul
and there's nowhere to run
there's nowhere to go

Gotta break her out of it

*It's about trying to love a girl that has been damged from a past relationship. 




Details | Ode | |

SACHIN TENDULKAR - A POETIC TRIBUTE

24 years between 22 yards,
Records being made like palace of cards,
He is one who breathes cricket,
A player,whom no opponent can hate.
He plays cricket only,thinks everyone...
But playing with nos. Is his real fun..
His achievements are his identity,
He's a true legend in reality.

663 Matches,34357 runs,100 tons,154 fifties,200 wickets are enough to call him sir,
He's no other than SACHIN TENDULKAR..

Records are so,that can be written an encyclopedia,
Most times news,was he for media.
Head is at seventh sky,still feet at ground,
Kept every responsibility brilliantly,it is found.
Our Indian soil was blessed on 24 april 1973, when he born.
That day was for Indian cricket, a new dawn.
Family supportive,start training at 11,
His focus being perfect,that's why he has today heaven..

On 15 nov 1989, he came whirling his bat,
At 16,before pakistan,he was like before lion,a rat.
May start was bad,but determination was atmost,
Passing all hurdles,he reached the coast.
Then fours and six and runs and records.
Oh my goodness! Everyone has to laud..
Time was departing,so were players,
But immotile as hill,he was there,
WHat he cannot do was unanswerable,
His story in future become fable.
Those watching him play at childhood,share field with him,
But wrinkles in his performance was never seen..
Equalling Billgates' income he won hearts.
He was the whole piece,but then also considered himself a part..
Father's wish was to be a good human,
Now every father want such son.
Every thing achieved,giving father tribute asked-" Have i made it large?"
May height so small but deed so enlarge..

But every good thing comes to an end,
And so does when our legend descends.
With brim on head,tricolour in hand.
Touches the pitch,saying I did my job, my sand...
Make everyone happy when he bats,
Now tears in every eyes, but everyone pats..

The god of cricket,jesrsy no. 10......
This passion,determination,stamina,spirit & much more we'll see when???
In india,"Its Impossible" is replaced by "Its sachin"
Your Father must be proudly saying-"my son,u win"

The ladder he climbed,no one can reached,
Bye-Bye Sachin,How to be perfect,to us, You only teach!!!!!


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 | 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. 


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WHAT WOULD YOU GIVE-2

What would you give to save the man thou'st loves the most,
Prayers knees bent low, begging before the almighty God
Himself, beseeching him to take thee, in his stead, by all
That’s holy. would I so sacrifice all that I am, this without
 Regrets shame I’d give.
Banished to the fields of limbo’s realm, without name,
Or identities human realization, I’d go trapped forever,
A beast abandon, shunned by the light of heaven itself,
Lost in this maze of the neither world for eternities sake,
Yes for he, my beloved I’d go.
Willingly, I'd give myself utterly onto the altar, of life and death,
Yes even mine own soul, devil be the bargain.
Red irons white hot, I'd bare the mark of hell's branding, 
Flesh sizzling unto the bone, I'd not scream, but remain silent,
Shedding, no tears of agony to save him, just one moments pain.

What would you give to save the man thou'st loves the most,
I'd weep unceasingly, flooding the very earth itself
Never stopping, even if the continents were swallowed
Whole, nay I’d continue, until the lord god himself, releases
The soul belonging to me, is freed unto my waiting arms.
I’d fight vengeance's army single handed, in mortal combat
Never wavering, challenging friend or foe if need be, but never
Will I put down my shield of honor, or lay the sword of justice
Aside, to protect that which is most dear to me, my beloved.
A bleeding warrior, lying on the battlefield of loves devotion,
I’d give my last breath for him, whom I love beyond existence.
I’d give up on hopes and dreams, imaginations inspiration,
To exist in the realm of delusions illusions forever, a wanton
Creature of isolation, for without him I am nothing, so what 
Would I give, to save the man thou’st loves, the only answer
Given is the honest one, everything, would not you do the same.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


 


Details | Free verse | |

Spirit of a Kiss

There is no greater act of courage 
than being the one who kisses first.
Many people have passionate dreams. 
Some of which are never forgotten.
The pleasure we give out of love for another person  
is when the innocent become the intimate.
We must be brave enough to admit our mistakes, 
smart enough to profit from them, 
yet strong enough to correct them.
As we try to learn from the past, 
we plan for the future by focusing 
exclusively on the present. 
That is what dreams are made of.
A smile is the second best thing 
a person can do with their lips.
A kiss is a means of allowing two people 
to become so passionate together 
they cannot see anything 
beyond the spirit of the kiss.
There is no greater act of courage 
than being the one who kisses first...


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? | |

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 | I do not know? | |

They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


Details | Bio | |

a rose grown on concrete

A rose grown on concrete

Behind these steel grill bars,
Admiring the heaven stars.
I remain that black rose,
Growing on concrete there I pose.
With petals shattered,
And my thirsty roots scattered.

With my stem rotting in strain,
12 months have gone there’s no rain.
 I absorb the slightest rays of light,
To keep me strong through the night.
With only hope tomorrow I’m alive,
But faith keeps me strong I will survive.

But if I should die,
Wipe your eyes don’t you “crie.”
Just bury me smiling,
As that black rose charming.
But whilst alive it will rain,
Out of these bars were there’s no pain.


Inspired by a moment of hurt and anger in prison (2008)


Details | ABC | |

Forever Family

There may not be a forever family
Well not in the present
But in the future and the past
There are figures you can learn from
My dear gran such a strong and intelligent woman
At the age of 89 finally getting her ears pierced
You're never too old.
My dear mother such a strong and resilient woman
At the age of 62 helping her mother come to terms with her partners dementia
You're stronger than you know.
My dear brother young and driven
Moving with his wife to pastures new for the next step on the ladder
Don't be afraid to live your life.
Inspiration can be taken from those you hold close
They may not be there forever but the lessons they teach can last a lifetime
You're never too old, you're stronger than you know and don't be afraid to live your life.


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Never in a million years

Never in a million years would i have thought 
this to be,
my bestfriend, companion, and so special
to me.
if i wouldnt have opened my eyes,
she could have just passed by and walked right 
outta my life.
but in Gods weird since of loving humor way,
today he brought Brittany Back to stay,
a life from my past that i had lost,
never knowing what would be Gods cost.
Now i sit hear always waiting to see,
her simple smile brighten up for me.
The friendship, hugs, smiles and the tug at my heart,
now i know it was just the start.
I may not always be the best,
but yet she still chooses me above all the rest.
all i ask is please let this be I love you Brittany,
and God please bring her home to Me...

By:Devin Frost


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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 | Light Poetry | |

under my sins

Under my sins
As the waves of the thunderstorm rises 
Upon my throne to threaten my scene
To be unseen...I speak the words
Toned of reckless means
Tear my eye with no cloud of waters
For I have prudent my salvation immortal
....embraced it by the lion’s sculpture
Tear my eye not to swallow rivers
For I’ve persevered my soul to only GOD
The way of light and life 
Tear my eye not to drown 
...though to find a everlasting life
 Under my LORD’s arms
These are the words under my sins. END 


Details | Rhyme | |

Dad, Let Go

In all my life 
I’ve never spent a full day with you 
Dad, the man I know and love
Split in two

I’m proud to call you my father
For any man to model
But only half because the other half
Can’t let go of the bottle

Your different dad
When your drinking or not
Don’t deny your problem
You miserable sot

A 12-pack isn’t normal
Not everyday or so
Grow up, act your age
And just let go

Because we love you dad
We always have and will
But your drinking blasts a hole in me
With nothing to fill

When you ask me for more
I am hopeless to your avidity
But give-in and guide you towards death
For fear of acerbity

As I mature into manhood
I fear that you won’t see the day
I graduate, get married, or start my family
So affirm a different substance for your thirst to allay

I have no shame on my knees to plead
Because we are kin, it’s your blood I bleed
You must end this putrid deed 
So Dad, please just let go of the mead

By Nicholas A. Bello 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

November 1868

Bloody was the scene. November 1868
Was the beginning and the end of so much blood! 
The spreading echoes
And fade extended far, down the village of Southern
Cheyenne, behind the depth of the Sand Greek Massacre,
With the shine of women and children
Was the luxuriant of a man named Boy General?
Or the soulless Long Hair assassin!

In throng books of history whose branches gleaming
With silly prospect, given Glory Hunter
With his tilted sombrero, an accord hero
But we must extent our eyes far way back
And took him as a butcher and a murder,
In pencil-and-stones as the monster that was that Cuter.

The scene was November of 1868—-
Whence its greatness of it was the pure blood—
The spread lot of children's hearts 
And voices that never die! Resounded far
In today melody, the happy lot, the lake of gusts.

Bloody was the victory from yesterday, but today,
As a fine arm, down the depths and once again,
From whom our past stand, it must create
By the bloody freedom that a man named Glory Hunter—-
Long Hair has no more—

Who’s slated us to be stronger? 
Fighting the rules from a past. What rules? You must ask.
The rules that we know—being a free Indian,
Being an Indian at last!
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Still In Love With My Wife


Still In Love With My Wife...

My son came to me with 
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”
He said, “Daddy—are you still 
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when 
I was in her tummy?”

My eyes choked with tears; 
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”
“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you 
will always belong.”

I looked down and much to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my son's eyes.
He came running to me with arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.
I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.

His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.
I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 



Details | Acrostic | |

HERO, PATRIOT, COURAGE, AMERICA

Headstrong, headlong, headfirst, head on, Glory HallelujaH
Endure, engage, enforce, eradicate, exclusive, Delta  ForcE
Reliant rescuer raider redeemer rapier razor, Army RangeR
Outfit outwit outlast outlive outright outdo USMC-ANGLICO


Protector of  life, liberty, freedom, democracy, citizenshiP
Always stand in defense of The United States Of AmericA
True blue loud and proud defender of the American SpiriT
Respects the flag & supports The Constitution with honoR
I believe it is my duty to defend borders &  Island HawaiI
Owning a firearm is a legal right  under Amendment  twO
This testimony represents that I am an  American PatrioT


Champion and  protector  of  our  Democratic  RepubliC
Officer and Peace Keeper,  preventing what evil men dO
Unafraid against any challenger defending  me and  yoU
Resolute to the greater good with valor pride and honoR
American Soldiers paying the high cost  for free AmericA
Gracefully protecting justice and liberty let freedom rinG
Extraordinary moral fiber and unequalled focus andhopE


All men created equal, Life, Liberty and Happiness quotA
Marines pledging pride, powerful protectors of patriotisM
Equal justice One Nation Under God Faith IndependencE
Respect the flag responsibility legal accountability honoR
Independence Declaration of  people by  people  you & I
Constitutional contract for citizenship Capitalism acrostiC
Allegiance to the red, white and blue, God bless AmericA


A tribute to America's Special Forces


Details | Lyric | |

My Outlandish Mind

I’m hopping out of bed, 
Hoping you would save me from my fleeting fantasies 
You are permanently in my mind…

Everything’s out of my reach…
Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind
I’ll have a chance to meet you eye to eye in my dreams

And I stare at you and wish I had a flawless life…
You are the waves of the sea
You are the diamonds in the cave

Everything’s out of my reach…
Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind
We’ll have to see each other again in reality 

I’m going insane…I touch the fabrics of your imagination
You are the mountains, staring me down like a hawk
I trace a shooting star in the starlit sky…

Everything’s out of my reach…
Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind
I’ll have a chance to meet you some time in my dreams

Reach out to the sun’s flames
Be my guide and lead me to a better pathway
You are the sorrowful rain

Everything’s out of my reach…
Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind
I’ll have a chance to meet you somewhere in my dreams

Your rain trickles down from bitter clouds
Lighten up and be carefree;
Don’t paralyze me with your lightning fury

Everything’s out of my reach…
Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind
I’ll have a chance to meet you face to face in my dreams

You might as well be suffocating me with your beauty
Someone unchain me from living this lie
Your love projects peace in mind

Everything’s out of my reach…
Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind
I’ll have a chance to meet you, even if you are a nightmare


Details | Free verse | |

The Man in the Mirror

Shuffle out of bed and I struggle to my feet
The night has left me heavy but sighing great relief
Stumble to the mirror afraid of what I see
The man in the mirror staring back at me
I remember when he was just a boy asking many questions
Life was so confusing every answer many reasons
Now the days grow shorter and I see age upon my face
Scares me half to death no more amazing grace
After all the trials of life and happy times have gone
In spite that fact I messed it up I have survived it all
Through age has come true beauty now I can understand
That man that’s in the mirror is me life’s meaning I comprehend


Details | Rhyme | |

Little Bird

Little bird stuck in tree.

Little bird needs too see.

Little bird has no need to be stuck in that big ol tree.

Little bird doesn't think while he commands to flap his wings as he decides to take a stand he looks up and down but feels not to sound.

Little bird let's go as he starts to fall but isn't alone his dear ol mother is by his side watching every move he decides to try.


Details | Free verse | |

heard

 Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more

 A thousand sounds a day I know
Only I can not hear it if they show

 The gaining of quiet stance
Bitter sweet the silence

 I could just not hear you anymore
I understand you sounds to my core

 Found myself straining to listen
Only to hear a blank shot angrily hasten

 When we come to sound out loud 
This is when I can face this crowd 

 Till then---

Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more




Details | Rhyme | |

An Adulterous Situation

An Adulterous Situation I knew of a couple, involved in an adulterous situation. A person involved, claimed that he was a Christian! He told others that he wanted to tell her about the Lord… But this involvement in sin, he couldn’t well “afford!” A “casual” encounter led to the marriage’s destruction. Her husband was so hurt, he could hardly “function.” How could this man think there’s “nothing wrong with it.” “It must be fine.” He thought. “everyone’s doing it!” Jesus has come, that we might have freedom from within! Going to church, doesn’t give us a “license to sin!” God gave us marriage, as a holy and divine covenant! He gave us his word, so that our lives can be abundant! May this be a stern warning to one and all! That which may look attractive, will cause us to fall! If there’s something more from marriage that you desire… Be careful! Your deep passions will burn like a fire! May I encourage you to pray and seek the Lord above! And ask him to build your marriage on his love! Only he can restore everything the enemy has taken! He’ll be with you, when you may feel totally forsaken! Adultery is like a cancer cell… That will eventually destroy! It’ll rob you of the many blessings, that God wants you to enjoy! What God has joined as one... May there be no separation! But a heart of unselfishness, and a renewed dedication! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Couplet | |

my ambition

My ambition  

 I want to become a writer as I like to write, 
And I want to reach a certain height, 
Where I can live with delight.  

 I think I can a book like fiction or mystery,
 I want to become an author like Shakespeare, Ruskin Bond or Agatha Christie, 
Or an author who has a great history.  

 From many days I am not able to pick any book from the book shelf, 
As I want to read a book written by myself.   

I want to write such a book which results into a whole new nation,
 And people appreciate my creation.   

In poetry I want to become a master,
 The thoughts of all the people become positive such a spell caster,
 And I want to reach my ambition rather faster.  

 I want the thoughs to strike my mind as fast as a bullet train,
 And I always want to write with a fully developed brain.   

I want everyone to become my writin's fan, 
Whether it's a women or a man, 
And I always want these word's to flash my mind that "I can, I can and I can."  

 I definitely know that fulfilling your dream is not just a game, 
And we have to do hardwork to achieve fame.   

By- Rachit Bansal


Details | Rhyme | |

Lost and Found -unedited version-

Writing a masterpiece
Takes so much effort and thought
My mind’s settling in my comfort zone – feed me with flawless peace
Words seem to escape me…my feelings mean naught
 
Anger molds me in inside and out…I feel insecure again
Peace barely meets my body
Joy seems to abandon me like an orphan
Faith passed away – it’s buried too far below the debris
 
Have I lost the race?
 
Writing a successful book…writing in general
Takes so much confidence and self-control
My mind is stacked up with debt…
Words splinter my tongue – I can’t repair my tarnished soul
 
Danger is placed in many corners
Happiness is a few blocks away from me
Fearlessness dives into me
Acceptance of who I am – God’s chosen one
 
Have I won the race?
Have I found His grace?


Details | Ballad | |

Assassin

Believe in the killer in me,
Innocent, she believes in me,
Metaphorical Scent of disease,
Regardless oh whom I tried to be...

Dead by the hands of a mistaken assassin,
Still, she claims what she was not,
The hunter became what the hunted has been,
An image of ignorance behind the roots of a thought.

Experience is worth for what we are now,
Lifeless and cruel, casting a doubt,
Over the wings of the choices we once approached,
But that's not what I saw, that's what I was told...

Dead by the hands of a mistaken assassin,
Still, she claims what she was not,
The hunter became what the hunted has been,
An image of ignorance behind the roots of a thought.

May the metal of your arms
Be my last empty grave,
For against your believes
Nothing's stronger than hate,
Just relieve this empty shell
Of all I once drew,
Because for all that I did
I'm no better than you...


Details | Free verse | |

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?


Details | Romanticism | |

Battlefield of Love

Battlefield of Love

Us against the world 
This battlefield of love 
Weapons loaded 
We smile bright 
Our happiness a target 
Were prepared for war 
We march forward 


Details | Acrostic | |

MAYA ANGELOU

Mind full of wisdom, strength, hope and encouragement
Always gave inspirational talks and speeches 
Yielding a transformed generation
And we shall forever treasure her contribution

A poet, actress, author, dancer, and singer
Never gave up on her dreams and ambitions
Getting through with her desire and aspire 
Eternity In heaven
Like all others who left a mark on this earth
Oh God grant her
Ultimately for a life well lived 


Details | Rhyme | |

Respect Comes with Age

My father and my mother sat me down one day
     to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K.
The years passes by as I got to be a teenager
     with high hopes of becoming the first young manager
Life turns out a manager job is not for me
     so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see
My family had taught me with all do respect
     the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect
Like queens and kings we bow our head
     to the people who is wiser in age even when dead
Life as our guide the time we have aged
     is what we leave behind that we are gaged
In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth
     because we age and leave behind a new birth
To those that seek such blessing of heart
     remember this age is respect for living from the start
Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers
     they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers


Details | Couplet | |

Confessions of a souper

The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way,
Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away.

But today is another day,
New stuff to think, do and say.

Today I will brave the world all alone,
And enjoy my freedom full blown.

I will live life with zest,
Try to do things, never second best.

I will live to be sensitive,
Towards others be more receptive.

I will live to be forgiving,
Be more tolerant and caring.

I will speak to all who walk my path,
Make peace with all and unnecessarily not unleash quaint wrath.


I will correct all my wrongs,
And tell this to all by making them my songs.

I will proudly write notes about the new me,
And publish and upload them for all to see.

I will work to be creative,
And learn to open my mind’s eye and not be obstructive.

I will always proudly wear my own neoteric attitude,
To succeed, master the skill of gratitude.

The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way,
Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away.


And today is the right day,
To commence these fresh new things that I write and say


Details | Sonnet | |

Melodrama

The melody of our life is made blanch
Dazing our seats by denying us to blare
We are not orators or sorcerers
We are feathers train from the heart
Why is our tone buried in the ranch
When our melody is so sonorous to hear?
We are not trespassing words for lepers
Nor are we to weed the falconers parts 
On the tone is our ditty of ovation
Dear melody, our diary of dialogue
A darling of our locomotion
An era of our useful youthful prologue
A play to watch from the heart in action
A yolk, that may hands for epilogue.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Open Door of Opportunity

It’s quite funny what I feel inside at this very moment
You figured me out from the start, but I’m not torn apart
I see you smile that smile of content, as innocent as an infant
You have dug out the passion, plowing in my heart

I misplaced the key, but I’m positive that your door will open
Someone once told me, “Doors will open and doors will close”
Do I have a place in your heart of kindliness or am I a vermin?
Haven’t I told you that poetry can rhyme or end up like prose?

It’s a pity that we have to part one way or another
The open door of opportunity is still left ajar for you and I
Step into the light and we’ll be a good example for sure!
Turn the wheel and we’ll escape the tragedy in goodbye

Ignite the passionate fire and I’ll give you a helping hand
Do you need a push or two? I’ll push you forward in no time
Don’t worry, for I’ll be your emerald compass and lead you to the Promiseland
Where you and I will pursuit the afterlife and we’ll be together a married couple, so sublime

Leave it in God’s hands and He will provide an escape route
Don’t let discouragement enter your heart – you got the power!
We will be out of the world that’s in captivity no doubt
Take action by standing up for yourself in front of enemies that are sour!

Share with me your inspiration that’s been a natural gift from the Lord
Thankful for the fact that I found a friend like you
Do you have the attitude of gratitude? You and I should receive a unique award
It’s a fast-paced world and angst can get passed around – if only you knew


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 | Lyric | |

Who do you think you are

     Who do you think you are
When one feels 
he is above 
Others 
Hi 
who do you think
You are

Who do you think you are
You act like you know it all
With out a respect 
You portray 
A seen of no value
When a man place
Unimportant value
To himself 
He act like a drunk ant
More or less
A stupid fellow

Oh see you now
You don't see
For you think life
Is not equal to us

Who do you think you are
When one live with out love
He wonder in darkness of life
All he on the hill
How dear you
How come you don't see
Was it that you are too
Busy
Or an accident that
You can't at list feel

Oh see you now
You don't see
For you think life
Is not equal to us


Who do you think you are
While you live as kings
We wallow in mysteries of 
Hard labour
Innocent eye closed with a last 
Breath gone to unknown 
Day by day
New songs of freedom 
Reign as a new trend 
To no end
Yet you live
Like you are above

Oh see you now
You don't see
For you think life
Is not equal to us


Who do you think you are
Do you like what you see
When you walk 
around the streets
What do feel when you 
See our babies dead
With a strange illness
Or may be you could 
Understand if the one of 
The babies are yours 
Oh man wake up 
For who you think you are
Are not in place
Not here for you 
Are too far to contribute 
To humanity

Oh see you now
you don't see
 For You think life
Is not equal to us


Details | Free verse | |

From me to me

Hello, is all I can think to say
I have so much to tell you
To tell me
3 years doesn’t seem very long
But 3 years ago things were so different
Not me, really, but life
We grew up and learned
We cried and laughed
We stayed because we don’t know what else to do
We made mistake that we can’t take back
I want you to not lose your self over him
I want you to put your self-first because we have to and where going to…
12/23/12


Details | I do not know? | |

MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

a fight

When you conversate me,
I spelt the taste of your tongue.
i'd no complain against your attitude,
You fully satiate me even spoken slang.
When i gone through your eyes,
I realized the vision of your height.
I never read a chapter of feelings,
You touch me i melted as water slight.
You kissed me i lost my mind and heart,
Who excited us we jumped to win a fight?
the motive was only to swim a white river,
No religion, caste or colour counts as black or white. 

Never seen such spirit in our body,
Human soul was inspiring fire.
I never imagined such a dream,
Nobody was below or heigher.
We achieved a target of peace,
Nobody was a selller or buyer.
We crushed hate and jealous,
We adopt love for smile and admire.


Details | Free verse | |

To My Wife Joyce Standeford

    My mind's a naturalistic blur;
    She is a hazy green image
    pressed up against the lens
    Our hands press against each other
    only separated by the glass;
    her body is in the shape of crucifixion
    tired arms sagging, feet clinched
    But she sprung from a garden
    once clothed in leaves and life;
    I will die with her, a green tree.

    My Joy, sweet, true,
    Greenish in petals, nature's favorite hue
    You've reached the hill-tops, and
    The sun's yellow flame
    Is now a streak of red, racing past us
    To the land of the dead
    And one day we will meet it there.

    Day unfolds Joy's velvet face;
    She yawns, stretches her
    Round slight jaw at the yellow
    sky. I die for her; she dies too.
    Her desire is for flesh foods;
    Her groans consume my logic; fire
    Clothes her nakedness, her womb
    She gasps for breath and wants
    To drink the sadness of men.

    My Joy, sweet, true,
    Your body's green, tears blue
    Body bowed, droplets of dew
    Do all but taste your sweetness
    And look how sorrowful you shine
    Spinning your petals
    To turn water into wine
    How proud you are of what only the sun
    Has done; I poke gently your stretched skin,
    Feel the strained tenuous echo
    Of strings I've played within
    Wrapped in your body
    I feel enraptured now as then.

    I die for her and she dies too.
    Her heat gasps with the warmth
    Of glowing coals within her, fiery;
    I quit my desire, strangle myself
    With my own bone, cut short
    To calm the bursting blood; red-faced,
    The strength within me starts to bud
    So I am young once more and willing
    To be dumb again in love.

    My Joy, sweet, tenuous,
    I once could play you soft and timorous
    Tears swashing green upon your skin
    Our morning dew did know no sin.
    But dusk falls rapidly upon us
    Skin once beautiful now onerous
    Wrinkles us in shame, still honor finds us
    In the dirges that remind me
    Of the life that's lost behind us.

    My Joy, sweet, tender, kind
    How proud and sorrowful you shine
    I must carry you within
    Buried bodies know no sin;
    You are beautiful and bright
    Burn your brightest here tonight
    And as dusk begins to call
    Let us here upon it fall

    Our closely sewn shadows touch silk, the cloth of our doom
    And the curtains of death do shroud us in eternity's womb.

    Don V Standeford 


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Christ Went Above and Beyond

Jesus Christ Went Above And Beyond! Jesus Christ went above and beyond! He forgave all of my sins and wrongs! He loved me! When nothing else mattered! He picked me up, when my life was chattered! He gave me his life, when no one else could! All of my sins and failures, he understood! He’s blessed me, with his love and assurance! And gave me salvation! His eternal “life insurance!” He’s given me strength, and all I needed! With all that he’s given, my life is completed! He rescued me from the awful pit of sin. And brought hope to my life, once again! He’s given me a love, that I never had! I gave him my life! I am so glad! To Jesus… I’m forever thankful and grateful! He’s my guiding light, and an awesome example! His word helps me to have victory today! And guides me, along life’s narrow way! This same Jesus can do the same for you! The opportunity is here! What will you do? Friendship with Jesus! HE brings life divine! I’m so blessed, that he’s a friend of MINE! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

A Rich Tribute

Mother Teresa been a historical,
and an important,
and a humble figure,
as she had dedicated her life for the poor and the needy indeed, 
the best tribute one can give her is by quoting a single quote of her,
out of the many though, 
the one mentioned below seems to be more precise,
in today’s world,
“Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God-the rest will be given”
Today,
in the rush of acquiring money,
many have forgotten this lovely aspect,
the aspect of love,
which is much greater than money,
and had crossed a number of boundaries,
from times immemorial,
today jealousy, selfishness, greed have taken over love,
wherein money is not that great,
than love itself,
as love is like a ‘Can’,
which can be filled from the top to the bottom,
unlike money,
which needs to be filled from the bottom instead,
love is greater than money indeed,
as we do love our Gods,
our wives,
the children,
whether they be ours,
or of others,
without distinguishing between their caste, creed, colour,
Love is indeed greater,
as we love the newborns born into this world,
our friends ,
wherein love can also help us to defeat our enemies too,
without love,
no one can progress on,
and neither the countries too,
Therefore love is greater than money indeed!!

'Quote and Author':-
“Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God-the rest will be given”- Author: 'Mother Teresa'


Details | Free verse | |

Rest and Release

Rest your head in a pillow of clouds
The weary and broken down listen
Count the miles on your feet
Count them like the sheep
Aimlessly eating from the fields 
Measure the myths and comb the cobwebs
Scatter the differences and pray
Tomorrow breathes in another sky
Release the everyday burden
Judgements creep around fallen friends
They probably never had a chance
A highway song of remembrance
Beneath a summer moon
Smoke signals for the lost
Across the great divide....


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Harmony


The skies of tomorrow are the god's shields. But look at there! In the 
westerners! The bees enlisted. A sparrow tonight began resistance, time to 
follow them riding turtles back and with a cherry leaf we are armed! He builds 
each moment the house of big rain and turns on the candle of humble and cuts 
the bread of frightened, day the day. You pull the rope of bell in order to send 
the pigeons above the house of the humble. You leave the children to pass you 
flowers in the hands.

A sprig flower will blossom. Prepare the psalm of brotherhood to soothe .. Our 
mother with the white apron staring at the wooden iconostasis satisfied and 
illuminates the candle  Lighthouse. We are a child, a child in the middle of 
spring. Evenings angels wander among the sheaves  and orange with ancient 
columns  undress and swim in the creek laughing ..


Details | Ballad | |

He

He reached into my downward spiral of solitude, wrapped himself around me completely, assimilated with my very being, and became the wings I needed. He was right on time...and so was the One who sent him (as always, because I am one of His favorites, as you know). So, here he is...a daily (favorite) part of my life, the grown-up part I look forward to, as reliable as the sunrise...sex without touching...a slo-o-o-o-o-o-o-w mind loving. How he did it, I'll never understand. It's like he took two mirrors and held them up to my heart...you know what happens when you do that...the image repeats itself infinitely. He = me x's infinity. I can only hope to compliment his existance, for his equal I will never be...never his other half...but to be the cosigner to all that he is would be enough. If I don't spend the remainder of this lifetime with him, I will certainly seek him in the next. He is my destiny, and as of this moment, I step forward and claim him. I am no longer falling down. He compels me to FALL UP


Details | ABC | |

i dont know about you

this is for all the DECENT ladies out there...
i dont know about you, but im sick of being second choice to skeezy women
i dont know about you, but when i have a boyfriend i just get sick of livin
i dont know about you, but i know about me
and this girl here,shes sick of the pleas
sick of the bullshit, sick of the crap
sick of all the "friends" who talk behind my back
sick of it all, sick of everything
and with this feeling, positive im supposed to bring?
im sick of being told "its my outlook on life"
youre so negative, you make your own strife
i dont know about you, but its not MY atatood
it all the ugliness in this sick twisted world
and i dont know about you, but im fed up
i dont about you but i give up
i dont know about you, but im done feeling the way i do
and i dont know about you, but then again i think i do
you pick yourself apart, about all your flaws
and when they cheat and lie, it just instills that further,its a law
i dont know about you, but i think i do
you're the girl, much like myself
with a good heart and a bad sense of health
build us up, tear us down
i dont know about you, but i really think i am going crazy
i dont know about you, but i think theyre all lazy
too lazy to try, too lazy to care
too lazy to give a shit, but the energy shows up when in satans lair
no more loyalty, to get kicked in the teeth
no more "friends" who just make you weep
no more crap, and no more forgiving
no more forgetting and NO MORE RE LIVING.
im not settling, i have enough of "so-so" to last my whole life
and i dont know about you girls, but it ends tonight.
we stop picking ourselves apart, we stop blaming ourselves
we stop thinking our little "flaws" ar why they did this
when its about someone else
its about them, the people they choose to be around
and quite frankly, before id be around THEM id be buried in the ground.
alive.
yes i hate them that much
and i dont know about you, but i have had enough
i wont blame myself, when skeezy outdoes classy
i wont blame myself for the hilariously tacky
things i see, on a daily basis
and i dont know about you
but i too, can fake it.
see its harder for me,to be mean like you all are
im not built that way, and being mean hurts my heart
so no i cant do the revenge thing
but what i can do is protect myself again
i dont know about you, but its long overdue
i DO know about you...because i AM you.
you are not alone.


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What If Joseph Kissed Potiphar's Wife

What If Joseph Kissed Potiphar’s Wife?

What would happen if Joseph kissed Potiphar’s wife?
Just think about the impact this would be on his life!

If he’d entered into her temptation and charm…
This would’ve cause much damage and harm!

Many of God’s blessings, I’m sure he would missed ‘em!
If he’s let Potiphar’s wife reach out and kiss him!

Thank God that he didn’t succumb to her beauty.
He held fast and remembered his God given duty!

A life serving God was something that he chose!
Even if it meant her tearing off a part of his clothes!

Godly living was something he decided to choose!
Even if it meant him being falsely accused!

God used him while he spent time in prison!
He trusted God, and knew that he was with him!

I’m sure there were things that he didn’t understand.
But soon, God made him the #2 ruler in the land!

May this be a stern warning to me and to all!
Think about what temptation may cause you to fall!

Scripture says “resist the devil and he will flee from you!”
Run to God!  And allow his presence
 to surround you!

This society often encourages to “indulge” in sexual sin!
This is where so much heartache and misery begins!

Run to the Lord!  Seek his spirit to lead and guide you!
A way to escape temptation, he’ll provide for you!

Like Joseph, run from temptation as fast as you can run!
And lay everything at the feet of God’s precious son!

His love will sustain you! Regardless of what you’re “missing.”
So you too can receive HIS love
 and Godly blessings!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Blank verse | |

Tears of Absence To Oyedokun Simeon: My Beloves friend

Tears of Absence
To
Oyedokun Simeon: My Beloved
friend
when my yearning becomes a
letter
Lost inside dust of time
This poem will deliver my feeling
To you Simeon the son of
Oyedokun
For home is always home,
For only those who stay
when flame of war erupts
Frienship is not for coward
And struggle is not for fragile
hearts
Life is not always smooth sailing
It has its ups and downs,
Smiles and frows
There is no success without
failure
Hardship and pain, you have to
endure
Don't give up!
Simeon, when my song becomes
a melody
Of tears it is only because of
you!
My poem is not for pall - bearers
But I read dirge in your absence
Or is there anything to compare
with
Absence of the death?
But we won't die the son of
Oyedokun
For our friendship is a destiny
of tomorrow
Through we are way - farers
Simeon, Remember! Remember!!
Greate things could be achieve
tonight
we need to struggle with all our
might
Though when everything
becomes cloudy
Surely, we would reach the top
And succeed one day.
Written by: Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.


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 | |

Fresh and clean

I love the way she smells after a shower
so fragrant fresh and clean
and how she sits there
so beautiful
in her dressing gown
brushing her long wet hair
until it dry's and gleams.

Her sweet perfume fills the room
and sets my heart on fire
heightening my senses
and filling me with desire.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


Details | I do not know? | |

Young Heart

From my youth,
I knew no goodness 
Teach me His truth
So that I will meet success

I hope I'm making little progress

From my youth,
I knew very little at first
Teach me Your truth 
Or I'll remain in thirst

I thirst for His spirit - to renew my faithfulness

I have a nourished heart
But, evilness broke it apart
I had an energetic soul  
But agony took its toll 

And now I pray
To Him who mends us all
To save my young heart
From the fear of losing control...

Do I still have an innocent, 
Young heart? 


Details | Free verse | |

O' Sandy

As we lay beneath the moons glare
A simple look will never prepare
It seems quite
It seems peaceful
Without the light nothing appears displaced
Only that sight is a lie, not really a sight
The suns arrival comes with the truth
Now we can see what needs to be seen
It disguises as if it was a dump
Yet, it never was the place of any garbage
A day ago it was a living society set with a stage
The performance came her name was sandy
The audience took her act to heart
She took lives
She took memories
She tore us all apart
A scary performance, always to be remembered 
Now to fix up, the damage that was widespread



Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Please Use Me

Here I am Jesus!  Please use me!
I know that you’ll never refuse me!

I ask you to fill me with your compassion…
Even if this seems “old fashioned!”

This world is lost and dying without you!
There’s so many that really need you!

May I be an instrument in reaching out…
This is what being your child is all about!

You are the potter...  I am the clay.
Please give me the words to say!

Touching others, I know is your will!
May I listen to your spirit, and be still.

Teach me to be your light, as I go along.
In your arms of strength, I do belong!

May others be stirred from God above…
Help me to be an example of your love!

To be used by God is an honor and joy...
HE gives eternal life for all to enjoy!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | Free verse | |

Brother To Brother -Prayer

The sun has set, the day laid to rest. As I pray before I lay, I pray of more days. I pray God protect you from your enemies. Shall the day come we must ride on them, I pray for protection. For victory may rise above all. Never fall short of the commitment. Never separate over women, they come and they go. We're forever. My brother let's pray repeat after me. I am your brother I who share the same blood. I'm the one to count on when others are uncounted for. To be there from the highs to the lows. Love till death calls upon us. Show each other right from wrong. Stand side by side, when wrong is in play. I'll hold you down when nobody else will hold you up, i ask the same. I pray we've the courage to be strong when weak is calling, the courage to be smart when stupidity is following. I pray through wealth and health our bond remains unbreakable. Brother to brother, i pray amen.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



Details | I do not know? | |

Little Girl

Little girl
With her visions and prayers...
Suffering in silence from endless nightmares. 
A broken family
So much responsibility... 
Hurting deep inside so other's can't see.
Giant, gentle eyes
Penetrate the soul
The little girl sees more than anyone knows.
Empathic virtues
Create bountiful waves
Breaking these chains the pitiful enslaves
Wide open heart
Locked up and jailed pride
She's able to let go of her anger inside.
Unable to stay
Trapped in time
She knew to go forward, she had to stop 'rewind'
Frozen for a moment
The ice melts away
The sun warms her heart in a motherly way.
Infinite excuses
Become lessons learned
Gratitude is given, and so it is earned
Innocent little girl,
All hope invested in Heaven
Learned the secret of her life before she was 7
Her lesson was hard
Fighting darkness with a match
Finding the spark that ignites with nothing to scratch
But through all the bad
She searched for the good
And finally she found it upon where she stood
So listen to me close
And take this seriously
I know for a fact this is fact...because that little girl... was me.


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.


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm So Glad That Jesus Lifted Me


I‘m so very glad that Jesus lifted me!
And am grateful that he
 also set me free!

I’m grateful of the happiness
 he brought!
And know that he loves me,
 a whole lot!

I’m also thankful, for the life that he brings!
He understands me! And can do anything!

I hope that you’ll take some time today.
Spending time alone with him, and pray!

He rewards those who earnestly 
seek him!
Won’t you give him a chance? 
And receive him?

This same Jesus, 
also wants to help you!
Won’t you open your heart, 
and let him touch you?

By Jim Pemberton   08/15/13






Details | Quatorzain | |

The All-Clear

Perhaps, I might be blind at anytime,
The present, I know, I'd beaten the time.
Though then, I was down in the dumps
Now, I cocks an ear and eye at the pumps.
Now, I'm not living in cloud cuckoo land,
I behold facts in what is my hand.
Power shouldn't hold onto word-smith,
But should be based on the worldly-wise,
With the think-thank aides and not filth.
That 'll keep cries in check for the rise.
If you can't beat them, convince them
And not to turn your back like Satan.
Set the pace for those at the helm
And don't keep back plans as though isn't your clan.


Details | Free verse | |

Stars In The Night

You said never
And It was my own fault
You wouldn't trust me
How many times had we had that talk
Yelling at each other 
Fighting at night
Fighting for each other 
Does it matter who was right
I said never
And it was another's fault 
I wouldn't trust you
Another had broken my heart 
Clenching our fists
Straining not to hit the walls
Breaking through barriers
Clenching our jaws
You swore I wouldn't get in
I couldn't touch your heart
You looked into my eyes
Forgetting one essential part
You fell with a kiss
And when my tears first fell
When I opened your first 
And your fears first spilled
I looked into your eyes
Seeing what was hidden in the dark
The remainder of a flame
Beating in your heart
I'll cradle it's warmth
Till the embers glow bright
And your love burns
Like the stars in the night 


Details | Couplet | |

The Battle

Here we go men! Into the valiant fight!
Where men become men and cowards flee our sight!

Iron will clang and feet will race;
As bullets are thrown at a frightening pace!

Men will be thrown and cries will be heard –
As we fly our way through the smoke like a bird.

But in the end we shall acquire our victory;
And together we’ll go down in the great epic of history!


Details | Free verse | |

Nightfall

I feel something’s close at hand…it’s hard to unchain myself
From angst and utter mortification
I feel so lost, swimming on my own…it’s hard to find my way out of this mess
I feel like giving up…but I should get up…

I feel myself drifting away…each shard of my brain
Withers away…just like the day getting devoured by nightfall  
I feel drenched in silence…I don’t know if I’m going insane
I feel like drowning in my shame...But, I’m searching for the rope of hope 
I must keep trying…
It’s about time I put a stop to my senseless crying

But, I feel that I’m left to figure my way out of the bemusing maze…but that’s not true
Because He is with me...day and night
‘cause He is watching over me…
Dousing me with His light…
Sometimes, I feel so afraid…but I know a few things that are true:

He can mend a broken spirit and a broken heart
	
He can give me relief and hope from high above…

He can lead me somewhere safe and save me from the death cart

And save my heart from breaking into shards

I’m drowning in tears of sorrow and shame…
I’m a wandering sheep…getting hunted down like game…

I feel stuck in the chambers of my own mind…it’s tough to unchain myself
From solitude, but I must snap out of my agitation  
I still feel like I’ve met my end…around the river bend…I’m left untouched on the shelf 
I feel like swimming out of the perilous sea…whirling with confusion  

I’m washing away into the abstract, dynamic ocean…each piece of my heart
Is casted away…just like the stone I tossed, skipping to and fro on the river’s surface 
I fly away from my solitude cage…I promise I won’t break apart…I’ll take heart  
I will escape my misery…though I’ve doubted my ability to take wing…but I must keep trying…

I will try to believe and go the distance…	
Despite the bizarre sensations I feel…


Details | I do not know? | |

My Thoughts

My thoughts,my healer and believer
My thoughts, my salvation-my thoughts
My strength,my way forward
My thoughts, my success my internal life and encourager

My thoughts, my protector-my listener
My thoughts, my comfort zone and happiness
My thoughts, my life-my spirit and soul

My thoughts my forgiver-my love
My own;my dream and peace
I am me in you my forgetter
My pushing and believing

My thoughts myself, I am me in you
I am loved, cherished, respected and found
Am well known my thoughts-my thoughts
I survive in you my thoughts

I laugh, smile and free my thoughts
My thoughts
My thoughts.


Details | Rhyme | |

With This Ring

                                         With This Ring
                                  
                               (For Liz and Josh, wedded 9/27/2014)

With this ring
The Circle forms,
No Beginning, nor no End,
We bring to Birth
What we Intend.

With this ring
The Cycle turns,
Love to Love, and Friend to Friend,
To greater Worth
Our Spirits Tend.

With this ring
Forever Bound,
Our Hearts through Time together Wend.
Each turn of Earth
New Hope Portends.

With this ring
We join as One,
Our Love its Light Eternal Sends
Its golden Mirth
From Us to All, sans End.


Details | Free verse | |

The wicket-keeper

A lover I once knew, die today
he was alive yesterday
I never thought of him this way.
I never think about the rain 
Unless it flood my drains,
my driveway, my rose garden 
Or dampened my happy mood

Why would the death of my lover
Leave me so sad, and blue
Tender moment of affection: edgy days

Relationships have it up and downs
The past have been trouble: maybe I was wrong, 
Probably he was right: however here tonight

A lover I once knew passed away today
My old lover the wicket-keeper: 
The one I uses to love the most: an distant lover


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Take comfort

In the loneliness of darkness
In the backlash of cruel words
My mind seeks your comfort 
As the pages in the fire curl
Ink bleeds sharply
Into my paper skin 
Lines of your etchings and your poems 
Embedded deep within 
From my lips seep a whisper
In my dreams I call your name
Tears of my rain
Drip down your window pane
Shattered mirrors reflect your eyes
Like a window through time
The first day you swore you loved me
The day you got tangled in your lies
Still in this frozen moment 
I remember a song we once sang
Our lips met in softness 
Becoming morphine to our pain 
Our lullaby I softly sing
Listening to the mirage of a piano
Now like silk I lay draped
My heart taking comfort
In the memories that we made


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The First Time

For the first time,
I feel that life’s treating me right

Everyone’s talkin’ amongst themselves…

I’m sick ‘n tired of wastin’ time
I need to…train myself to become successful – 
Starting tonight.
My life has its ups ‘n downs…
How can I balance myself again?
How can I be more productive this week?
How much time does it take to make my life valuable?

Every now and then, 
I feel that there’s no way out of the cage

Everyone’s bringin’ up past recollections 

I’m willin’ to fight the good fight… but I feel like garbage…
My faith towards Him slowly decays away… 
How can I rebuild my strength again?
How can I reassure myself that I’m stronger than I realize? 
How much time does it take to accomplish all of my dreams? 

Every so often,
I feel that my family doesn’t love me

Do they still cherish me like hidden treasure?
Do they still love me beyond measure?

Everyone’s tellin’ me that I did a great job on my solo 

I don’t believe them entirely…but at least I got the audience’s attention  
My future is bright like the sun…
How can I make my dreams a reality?
Does God know the answer?
How much time does it take to taste a sprinkle of glory?

For the last time, 
I feel the need to reach the finish line

Everyone’s proud of me for trying my best 
And running with all of my effort
I’m willin’ to encourage myself to pass the test…
Despite my struggles, I’m doing fine  

My courage increases by the minute…
I outrun the competitive runners and I’m barely passing the test 

My cup is half full – I’m extremely grateful
For the first time, 
I feel that God has answered my prayers – 
LIFE IS SO. . . . WONDERFUL!


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Please Come Lord Jesus And Listen to My Voice

Please Come Lord Jesus, 
And Hear My Voice!

Please come Lord Jesus, 
and listen to my voice!
In all I do or say, may you
 be my first choice!

Please come dear Jesus, and listen to my cry!
Give me your living water,
 that can satisfy!

Please come dear Jesus,
 and renew my mind!
You’re so patient, loving 
and very kind!

Please come dear Jesus, 
and renew my spirit!
Your words of life…  
May I daily live it!

Please come dear Jesus, I need you this hour!
I need your strength, and your power!

Thank you my Lord, my savior 
and friend!!
And thanks for answering me… 
 Once again!

By Jim Pemberton   08/01/13


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God's Plan for Marriage


There’s a truth that remains since 
the beginning of time.
God created man and woman, 
 with marriage in mind.

From the dust of the ground,
Adam was formed.
From his side came Eve.  A new life was “born!”

God’s design for marriage became 
very evident and clear…
If not for Adam and Eve,
 none of us would be here!

Marriage is a blessing from God.  
A gift from God above.
A man and a woman come together
 as an expression of their love.

Anything different than one man 
and woman is perverted.
This is a lie from our culture that
 is trying to be “inserted.”

God gave us all a natural love 
with a strong ambition.
To come as a husband and wife 
is a God given intention!

Read from the books of Genesis
 thru Revelation…
God’s idea of marriage is
 for any person or nation.

Many can try to change what God
 has already designed.
It’s no wonder why so many have 
“confused” minds.

Let’s come back to God and
 trust him with our life!
The one who set up marriage as; 
“one husband and one wife!”

By Jim Pemberton


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Defeated yet determined

Things dont always go your way
The undeserved thrash you in the race
You have to graciously accept your defeat
And hide your emotions and dreams of what could be
But it doesn't always have to be like that
You can fight your fate and no need to hide your wrath

Sometimes things just don't work your way
What you want is not what you get
And for that there is nothing you can do or say
Life is never an easy path to walk upon
The trodden and untrodden, which to choose is a risky task

Rewards are hard to get and obstacles are plenty
And the workload to achieve something is hefty
You might get beaten down and stumble on your way
But never give up on hope and raise yourself
Dust off the dirt and shine above all
Show everyone what you deserve and who you are
You will be rewarded with what you deserve
Just never lose hope and never stop


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It's Not A Cult

It's not a cult:
It's a Savior saving my life.
It's a Savior saving your life.
It's our Savior saving our lives.
It's not too late.
It's never too late!


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As The World Weeps

We watch as the world weeps.
Is there anything we can do to help?
Yes, pray for those in their time of need.


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Now

Sometimes in this life you have to choose to take the reigns
Ya gotta take the risk to enjoy all of the gains
People in this life need to learn to use their brains
cause if I'm stuck behind 'em best believe I'm switchin lanes
 
Some things in this life make it hard to keep believing
I try and keep my mind clear, meditation, stress relieving
And while sometimes I wish that I could start this life from the beginning
I've learned the past stays in the past so I just try and stop reliving
 
Always starting from the top because I'm flying in my mind
sifting through the thoughts that could free me from my binds
I'm learning to live with all the creeks and all the grinds
but I still have those days where I get up and close the blinds
 
I had to determine whats really worthy of my time
but time is just a number I count it up within my rhyme
cause I can keep 'em coming or I can stop 'em on a dime
and the way I show my flow you know it really is devine


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Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 


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Sierra Leone - A long way gone book by Ishmael Baeh

South province where Mattru jong is located!
    
Intriguing issues as a young boy!
    
Escaped from drugs and the war!
   
Rebels – They don’t agree with the government and think    everyone is the enemy!
     
Ready to start over!
    
A lhaji close friend of Ishmael!
    
Lonely waking around by himself at the age of 12!
   
Evaluated but never understood!
  
One world with terrible memories!
    

Never being able to let go of  memories! 
           

Elated  at being with his uncle!


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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


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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


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Orange Busses

Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada


I remember orange busses
if I'm showing my age.
When Sudbury's fleet
was the best and the rage.

I remember them coming
while I stood at the stop.
They were bright, they were bold
and the colour went pop.

I remember them ending
when the day finally came,
when it seemed one was left
by the highway in fame.


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The new pope, Benedict XVI

His name is Joseph Ratzinger, the new pope Benedict XVI,
Installed as the two hundred sixty-fifth pope since foundation;
he’s a staunch defender of orthodox Catholic doctrine;
he’s German, an accomplished polyglot and theologian,
a good friend with sincerity and humility in every action.

He’s remembered too as someone who’s in opposition
to include Turkey as part of the so-called European Union,
his fear that this Muslim nation may dilute a certain culture
like Christianity in a particular continent vis-a-vis Turkey.

Born on April 16, 1927 in Markti am Inn, in Bavaria,
ordained in 1951 at the age of 24 in his own native town;
his theological studies punctuated with intelligence,
truly, a gift to the church and the whole society at large.

Cardinals from fifty-two countries who voted for him,
veered away from the traditional choice of an Italian successor,
for four hundred fifty-five years before a Polish pope,
Karol Wojtyla, known as Pope John Paul II elected in 1978.

He was fifty-eight years old when he became a pope,
while Cardinal Ratzinger was 78, the oldest pope chosen,
like Pope Clement XII in 1730, same age like his
showed strong leadership, competence and faithfulness.

Being a sovereign pontiff and Vicar of the Catholic Church,
he’s very articulate in a prolific academic achievement;
a man of culture, a voice of careful reservation,
indeed, an answer to the growing darkness of culture and corruption.

I love his maiden speech, his first words as the newly elected pope,
“the Lord will help us, and Mary, his most holy mother, will
be alongside us.”  
tat gave me a strong impact as I carry with me that same hope
along with my desire to be faithful to the Lord in my ministry
a a priest, a humble worker in the Lord’s vineyard.

As the Church in this generation faces a number of issues
so complex and ethical that enable one to be open and faithful;
to the doctrine that heralds its openness to the changing times,
a huge task for his papacy, for his governance and pedagogy.

He’s the right pope for me and I vouch for his abilities,
his gifts and vision as the new pope in this century,
will continue to bring us into the splendor of God’s light,
between believers and nonbelievers alike, he’s our bridge;
who’ll listen to the cries of the mother church and obey God’s will.

Hail to our Pope Benedict XVI, first Germanic pope! 
after nearly five hundred years since the pontiff was of the same background;
his pontificate is a celebration and affirmation of God’s love for us,
with his unwavering leadership - a continuation, a return to earlier traditions.


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Sending Waves

Sending Waves Touching Beautiful Always

She who sends waves touching beautiful warm and gracious words
Draws bright sunshine smiles in our hearts as they sing in her grace
Flowing from the heart her beauty held in her Quill ready to write
Pure diamond sparkling rainbows as a true friend is a friend in deed

The tidal wave raises fine soaked sand from the bottom of the ocean
And the waves curl out pearl white reflecting a most Picture Perfect
Image that is truly splendid and always sublime to behold and cherish
As Nature’s soft wind caresses your aura and inspires your next poem

She who sends these very waves touching beautiful personifies a Muse
So rare, so special—and brings her influence and talents to bear in
Masterfully supporting the efforts of fellow poets and dreamers as they 
“Spill Ink” on blank pages late at night crafting their next poetic masterpiece

The very power and wonder of her good works and positive influence are
Always there magnificently arrayed like pure beams of sunshine touching
And dazzling all in her reach quite profoundly with the magic of her thoughts 
And the quiet courage of her convictions as the simply wonderful poet she is
    
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem (Free Verse Poem),
November 26, 2014 

NOTE: Written in Honor of Anne-Lise Andresen for Her Fine Poetry and For 
Her Continued Professional Support and Encouragement of Other Fellow Poets.


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David and Goliath

David and Goliath

Goliath challenged Israel,
 and brought disgrace.
He asked if any man would meet him... 
 Face to face!

The men of Israel were scared.  Not this brave!
If they lost…  They’d be the Philistine’s slave!

King Saul asked if anyone would challenge this man!
David accepted.  Knowing this was God’s land!

With a small stone, that he chose from a river bed
He faced Goliath.  
God put the stone into his head.

Down came the giant!  He took a big fall!
He wasn’t so great and mighty, 
 after all!

Is there a giant in you life?  
That’s causing you problems?
Why not come to Jesus!  And let him solve them!

 Whatever your “giant’ might be!
With God’s help…  
You can have the victory!

Whatever “giant” there is… 
 All must bow at Jesus’ name!
Won’t you stand up!
 God’s message, do proclaim!

The enemy’s already defeated!  
Victory is here!
As God is lifted up!  
Your enemies will disappear!

By Jim Pemberton


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Thank You Lord for Helping Me


Thank you Lord, for helping me to see… I need much more of you and less of me! Thank you lord, for helping me to understand... You are faithful! And won’t let go of my hand! Thank you lord, for being close by my side! You’re with me! And pushed my enemies aside! Thank you Lord, for being there to help me! It’s all because of how much you love me! Thank you lord, for answering my prayer! You’re someone who always listens and cares! Thank you Lord, for your many blessings! Your gift of love, I don’t want to be missing! Thank you lord, for what you’re going to do! I want everyone to know, how I appreciate you! Thank you lord, for eternal life you’ve given! My sins are gone! I’ve been forgiven! With YOU in my life, what more can I say? You’ve given me hope and brightened my day! By Jim Pemberton


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Paradise Road

I've believed in you for so long
As if I was some kind of idiot
I can’t stand being so angry at you
You have helped me…. I've been crying out tears 
Of shame…shame…	

All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve let you down by my insanity
You grieved for me…but I’m too late
Watch me die…tonight…

I have so many things to look forward to…
Shadows haunt me everywhere I walk 
And I feel so incomplete…running swiftly with my feet
I shake the sand off of them…
I dreamt of islands in my mind…

All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve not let you down by my vanity
You grieved for me…but I’m too late
Watch me die…today…

I spiral up and down…here and there…
Music purifies my ears
And I’ve lost touch of paradise
The past remains the same…same old crap all over again
It rapes my mind and puts me in a scary place

All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve let you down by my insanity
You grieved for me…but I’m too late
Watch me die…this time…

I roam in shadows…
and dream of red roses, 
blooming gently on the palm of my hand
I belong in my own house and yet I feel like a fly, swapped on the wall
Craft me delight, God – that’s all
We all face our own fears…clothe me with Your love
From up above…
Vibrant instruments heal my soul again…
Run with me to the forest for a time…
That sweet day…that Kingdom will set us free
From blasphemed bondage 

I have this pain in the bottom of my stomach…
It churns…oh it does burn…

All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve let you down by my insanity
You grieved for me…but I'm in a clean slate
Watch me reach to paradise road


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You May Be Gone But You Live On

You May Be Gone But You Live On.
With ever breath i take And every tear i shed.
Everytime i think of you and all the Great times we shared.
 I try to be strong For this i know it's  what you would want me to do.
I have to hold my head high and do my best ,
So one day we can be reunited in eternal life.
You May Be Gone But You Live On.
Through me
Through my Thoughts and my  Memories and the Love we shared
Your in my heart and thats where you will stay
Forever and Always you will live on Through Me!!!!!!





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District 13 Revolution

Fireworks slide down the back of my tongue

Some went north to imitate stars, 

knowing all to well they wouldn’t even make it to the stratosphere

A fire can’t breathe with no air

Ask that man in the alley why he has to shoot black skies into his veins to see them.

You probably have more in common than you might think.

Satellite transmissions making waves like the oceans they cover

Healthy food is expensive, while poison is damn near free!

There is a storm coming

Grab your blankets and I will tell you how it ends with a new beginning.


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God Can Heal Your Marriage


How often have you told your 
wife you love her?
Only to be caught in the arms of “another…”

The vows that were made... 
 The promises given.
God gives a chance for you 
to be forgiven!

A husband and wife are sanctioned
 by our Lord…
But often end up in anger,
 bitterness and discord.

Jesus can mend the hurt and remove the pain.
And bring a healing to
 any guilt or shame.

He loves you with a Godly 
jealousy that is evident.
Into your heart and life…  
He longs to be a resident.

Won’t you allow his power
 to bring a restoration?
Before your family is heading
 toward a separation?

Let his words of hope and
 love be the glue.
And bring a new meaning to the words;
 “I LOVE YOU!”

May you be “caught up” in your 
heavenly father’s embrace.
And allow his love
 to put a smile on your face!

What God has joined as one. 
 He can keep together.
Won’t you allow him to bless
 your marriage forever?

By Jim Pemberton


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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.


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THE WAY WAR VETERANS SUFFER FOR OURS HARD WORK

I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer when we come back from war,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer with tears in ours and sadness on ours faces,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated right,we are treated wrong,we have no one to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated fairly we are treated unfairly,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,We don't have anyone to comfort us,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated kind,we are treated unkind,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,We don't have anyone to comfort us,I still can see the tears of war veterans like me suffing from coming back from war,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated good we are treated badly,I still can see the tears of war veterans like me suffing who are still on this earth while ours conrades have paid the price and die for this country,We still don't have anyone to comfort us, the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw the country on 9/11 when the enemy came and bomb the USA,We was there to comfort the country and the people that lost love ones,the power was on the side of the military of the USA,We beat them down,so I ask this question????? Who are going to comfort us now,we are no longer soldiers but war veterans all mess up we was not born this way but got this way for fighting for ours country////// SSG Jack Thomas Kirt


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My Countless Wishes -Part 2-

I wish
To demolish my sorrow…
I wish
To forget the despair and gleefully grow…
To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow…
My downfalls and my failures…
I wish
To disappear
I wish
I had no fear…
For God’s near…
I wish
I could be a cheetah in the grassland
I wish
To store all of my energy for an evening run…I’d never give up in the process
I wish
My whole spirit could simply sponge in God’s nature and make great progress
And I truly wish
I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God 
I wish
I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships…

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my weakest point…
My countless wishes
Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run…

I wish I could forgive 
My daily regrets and breakdowns
I wish I could forget
My despondency – embracing my frowns 

I wish
To live a life without error
Without a care
I wish
To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions
And scare away 
The darkness that tries to make me give up
I wish
I had more time to overcome…
These waves of emotions

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my disheartened state…
My countless wishes
Are like walls from every direction closing in on me…
But it’s a convenient tool in the future…

I wish
I could be live in someone else’s shoes…
But what good would it do?
Would it lead me to the narrow pathway?
Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away? 
Would it push away the blues?
Could He give me any clues?


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How John Mayer helped end and save my marriage

How John Mayer helped end and save my marriage..     S.Hudson

Our love can be summed up in a playlist of John Mayer songs,
A myriad of one liners and chorus’ overlaying the template of life,
Our  “heart break  warfare”  led to a horrible affair,
She and another took solace in a shared love for John Mayer,
They dreamed together with “Half of my heart” playing in the distance,
“Showing me another way” ,
But a dream is all it could be, and a dream is all it was,
The “Gravity” of the situation realized,
And a husband missing all of his heart.
Two worlds pulling at the hem,
“Pain throws your heart to the ground, Love turns the whole thing around,”
It is said, we have lived together through both my wife,
And I don’t know, “If I trust myself with loving you”,
But, “I’m not the man I used to be lately”
And here we are now,
Trying to recapture this “Home life” John muses of.
“I’d love to walk where we both can talk”, I’d love to give you my all,
“Oh it’s taking so long, I could be wrong, I could be ready, Oh but if I take my hearts advice,
I should assume it’s still unsteady, I am in repair, I am in repair,”
For know we stand with our heart in the others hand, fragile, unsteady, unsure,
But oh so willing.
All I know Rhonda is, “There ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone”
“My girl she ain’t the one that I saw comin,” I “love who ya love, who ya love”
That’s  YOU!
I thank you John Mayer for giving us the words and the playlists for 
This roller coaster of emotion, heartbreak, passion, romance and desire,
That has been our Story line.
Keep em coming, because we still have a lifetime of Romancing and store walks ahead…


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Three Hebrew Men Were Thrown Into the Fire


There were three Hebrew men with one desire.
They served the true God!  And were cast into the fire!

King Nebuchadnezzar ordered them to bow to a false idol.
But they made up their minds
 to serve the God of the Bible!

He ordered them thrown into the furnace so hot!
But there was a lesson here, that was to be taught!

As he looked in…  He couldn’t believe 
what he saw!
He had seen the living son of God, after all!

At this sight, his words broke and his body trembled!
The Hebrews were unharmed!
No matter how hot the fire was kindled!

He called them out, yelling for them one by one.
He knew they had a visit from God’s holy son!

He looked!  And their bodies weren’t even burned!
They trusted their God! And had no reason for concern!

This same God who rescued the three Hebrew men…
Is the same God who can rescue you from sin!

Though the “fires of life, may be “hot and burning.”
It’s in the direction of God… 
That you need to be turning!

The living son of God would like to visit you today!
Won’t you listen to the words of life, he has to say?

He is the true God!  The king of kings is he!
And invites you to be with him!  For all eternity!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

The saga of the dusty road

The Saga of dusty roads of Utah 
(To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski)
= =
There he was playing with some mild explosives, 
in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is; 
the June month had swelled like the taut belly of 
a neighborhood lady; the boy wanted to be 
a scientist which he became. He, of course could not 
envision that all these sepia dust of Utah, 
the noon backyard and a young scientist’s narrative 
would be remembered by his explosive daughter 
and a strange Indian was going to pen a saga. 

Alfred Nobel was smiling from a page of a book 

The boy rolled a cigarette, the smoke’s curlicues 
swirl up to grain the picture. A blast almost choked
the bright blue jays and robins. Defused sun slanted.
The end of the road was just an end of the road 
where sun could meet earth, warm grass shook off the heat 
and the covert window of the farm house would yield 
a father and son talk. Strong argument on
future, on an university, on money 
on a world that could differ in generations;
of course the boy, as a father, understood 
his girl, then living apart. But distance is in heart.
He would grow up midst dreams. A quirky wind would blow him 
here and there; navy, marriage and science, 
pharmacology and marriage again; a gust
of wind would take him on a ride that, if he could 
read this he would have said, resembled his truck rides 
down the roads of Utah. But at that point of time
he was wide awake inside his misty night’s sleep 
and an American novel is shooting up 
its multiple heads in search of fresh oxygen. 
The waves of moon were enjoying a full tide.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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 | I do not know? | |

Vula Amehlo - Zulu for open your eyes

Vula Amehlo (open your eyes)

"Vula Amehlo"is Zulu for "open your eyes"

Vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
though eyes aren’t needed to behold
the flowing tears of those of us, left out in the cold

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
the time to turn your back is long gone
no time now to pander and no time now to fawn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we the people are hungry, angry, and our skin is torn
though we say it loudly, unbowed we are, and not forlorn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we may be invisible and tucked away far from you
but we are here, still, waiting for the promise of freedom to come true

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
you see us sometimes, though you avert your gaze
come on now, compatriots, awaken from your complacent daze

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we are the open wound that festers on your ostentatious display
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
as you roll down your windows and toss us some coins, look in our eyes
we are your slumbering consciences, we are the famished proof of your lies

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
forget us not as you tuck your pretty children in, and turn off the lights
we too are the children whose mothers, fathers fought for all our peoples’ rights

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
don’t think that we are bitter and livid for no reason or cause
we have been waiting and waiting, for days and a decade, without any pause

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
vula amehlo
mothers and fathers
vula amehlo
brown and white and all shades of this rainbow so bright
we repeat what we said, we are not going to melt away into the night
vula amehlo
one and all
our patience is being tested from day to day, year to year
we have listened to your promises and we now demand that you hear
vula amehlo
open your eyes
and see us, and hear us clearly, and hear us today
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
open your eyes



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 | ABC | |

Marilyn Monroe

I could of hugged you once 
Even wrote a letter on how I felt 
But you left us way too soon with the angels 
You inspired me -many others I'm almost certain 
You took the stage as your own 
Broadway missed an angel 
Being the actress you became 
With just fond memories of you 
You are still and will always be 
America's sweet heart 
With that smile to melt many 
You inspired me to write and become who I am 
Myself 
But heaven wanted you quick with bliss 
That angel who inspired transcend all 
True of courage and laughter and faith 
Worlds greatest star I'll forever miss 
My favorite star that actress like you 
Legacy always cherished never gone 

7-20-13
Contest for Frank h.-favorite movie star 


Details | Sijo | |

MESSIEURS TEMPLE OF LIFE

This is a Messieurs Temple of high rank that disallows entry.
Here comes disturbance and confusion to dissuade at the door.
We will run fast, lock the entrance, and shout; now all is done.
__________________________________________________|
Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name: 	SIJO IN A TEMPLE [16-16-14)
Penned on May 01, 2014!


Details | Lyric | |

Thirteen Forevers

I thought forever was not enough time
We weren't supposed to see the end of the line
It just can't be over when a years gone by, just thirteen times

Much damage was done, yes this is true
you had me arrested and I did stuff to you
We can leave that behind now love will carry us through

They all bet against us but what will we say
We won't have a good answer if we just quit today
When our children come ask us why we threw love away

We clearly could part now to no ones surprise
Walk away from each other with no long goodbyes
Or could go all in and risk roll the dice
Betting we're better together as forever glides by thirteen times


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

DIE LOVE THY LOOKS

                            Die love thy looks
She isn’t a pretty face inside a reckless tent 
She isn’t a princess dice, only you could flip once
With a voice of an angel all men are angles 
Drawn by the scent of her perfume 
‘‘I PREDICT’ she is a poison to their feet’s

Oh daughter of mine 
Let not these scumbags fill their bags
With a taste of your descent kiss
0r a word of your passionate mind

You worth more than just gold and diamond
‘‘listen to your voice’’
‘‘Listen to your light
Don’t let it die young like that

There is a prince just for you my niece
He will cross by in time
He will love you not for looks 
He will find you inside your books 
Die love to those men, who don’t have shame
Thy looks are not yours to stare at
A good man will come her way someday 

Die love to those grumpy fools, who forsake their wives
For just a look.... look aside she’s just a child
Not even your size
Oh! How wicked you men have turned!
Oh! How swallow you have fallen
Find yourself before you die in this shameful dirt
Where you stand....
‘‘Die love, thy looks! End


Details | Lyric | |

Hello -Feels Good-

Hello Feels Good 
written by David William Breidenthal (D.W.Breidenthal)

AN UNFINISHED SONG..... needs tons of editing!! 
Enjoy despite my lack of organization in this particular poem!

Hello, it's nice to see you again...
Greetings from my heart...promise me you won't break it apart
Hello, I'd love to bring you in...
We meet eye to eye....and I won't lie - it feels good to know you won't depart
From my arms.....
Until the end of time...
Until the world stops spinning 
Round and round...

(*Chorus* It feels good to know that someone cares 
It feels good to know you still abide in His light
It feels good to knowthat you take away my frightening nightmares
It feels good to know that your connected to my spirit like a halo
It feels bad to say goodbye...when I mean to say hello...
Never thought we were trapped in callous night...

Hello...I never had the heart to say goodbye....
'Cause you know...I can't handle feelin blue
Hello...I'd like to know how many times I've let you down...
I let you go one more time...let your soul ascend in the heartfelt sky.... )

When is it time to say hello? Is there a time to say goodbye?
Could yoou let me know will your heart be released from depression?
Is there a reason to say goodbye? Why do I envy you as you fly so high?
How can I feel relief when it's time to say farewell to our mission? 
I watch you grow so old...your legend shimmering like precious gold

*chorus* It feels good........etc. 
*bridge* Don't forget me...you were my heart's melody
Don't fly too far away from me
Unlock me from my misery...and treasure me like gold
You astonish me with your enchanting touch
Don't rush this moment, dear - 
you're the fire that keeps me warm
Is it the right time to say goodbye
When I want to say hello to this feeling of belonging...
Hello...x3 you keep me waiting for so long
you keep me waiting...I keep longing
for your ability to take wing
Can't help,but say hello
There's no need to say goodbye
You give me a natural high...I won't deny...

I won't lie
We've been going our seperate ways
Don't say goodbye
I haven't seen you in days...haven't seen you in a while...
But, I must learn to live with or without you...
When you leave my side, I'm the victim of fear 

*chorus*
*bridge*
You keep me safe from the predator
You nourish my soul...You're my dreamcatcher...
you're my stormy weather
You thrill my eyesight...like no other...
Why do I feel the need to say hello
When I'm forced to say goodbye forever?
Why do I feel as if you somehow know
What I'm talking about? Am I still sick from the love fever?

There's more to life than what meets the eye, dear friend
I feel you crawling in my heart...
There's a time to keep your head above the surface...who will mend
Our entwined hearts? Who will erase our fears 
That set us apart?
*chorus*

Without you, I'm nothing but a dim light
Without you, I'm meaningless...I'd 
miss our cherished delight
Life doesn't overflow with beauty and insight
Without you, I'm left with challenges that bite
Without you, I get rather depressed...I always crave your love night after night

What if hello was dead?
Would it put goodbye in its death bed?
What if hello embraced us with dread?
Would goodbye be a cure instead?


Details | Classicism | |

Vision of the Great Dawn

Those scoffers 
    who do not 
believe 
         utopia is
possible 
      are dead wrong 
One day we will see shining lights 
and golden sparkling cities 
   Clear, beautiful air 
     and sweet songs in the air 
    which will cut deep 
     into the heart 
          Perhaps, just perhaps 
you can feel this in your heart 
     if you let go of your darkest fears 
and turn your eyes onto the future


Details | Ballad | |

LIFE'S TRIAL AND TRIBULATIONS

Walking down the hallway,
Seeing all the doorways,
And all the choices in life,
Making it difficult to choose,
The right room from the rest,
Bringing you the wisdom and truth,
For the imperfection that's within us all,
Which makes us crawl at times,
On our knees and our hands,
To discover what is right and survive,
In life as long as we can and accept,
What life brings us all in our hearts,
Which we patiently accept as pleasures,
And sacrifices as pains much in our lives,
To correct our flaws,
Which causes our struggles,
Till we can open our eyes,
And see what we have and believe,
That our life is greater than we ever know,
Cause God created it for us all,
But our choices are ours to make,
To find the happiness which is,
Ours to be kept.

By: John J. Hembree


Details | Lyric | |

I'd Do Anything: Taking Risks For You

You're strong and you deserve 
All praise...
For you brightened up my days
And I can't imagine you abandoning me... 
I can see our friendship last for a lifetime 
 
I'd do anything...for you
I'd sacrifice my life...for you
I could hike Mount Everest...for you
I'd give you all that you desire 
I'd walk into the fire...
for you...don't deny it - it's true
I'd walk on hot coals...for you
I'd do the impossible...for you
It's true...
I'm positively sure that 
I love you...
I'd give up my life...for you
You still don't have a clue,
Do you?

You were there for me
In my times of trouble and stress
You were meant to be 
My sincere friend...soaking in my distress... 
Bottling up our progress
Somehow I'll prove to you 
That you're a virtuous, unselfish friend to have 
You make my heart thump with buoyancy 
You have no clue how fortunate you make me feel 
Every time you're hanging out with me...
You tell me that I look handsome -
You have no clue how that makes me feel 
Every time you encourage me...
Every time you remind me of how I look,
It makes me beam with contentment...
naturally 


Details | Acrostic | |

Never feel sorry

A man shed his tears like; 

A tree shedding its leaves

He today shall leave the lake of sorrow

Today his soul will move to heavens

He looks at his former love with shame

Looking back to all the moments they shared

He quiver with sorrow and despair

Now death is lingering like a hungry snake

Neither the surroundings can help soothe the pain

All is gone like words eluding those wet behind ear

Thou they share the same breath now

They can never share the same thought now

He tell her never feel sorry and he die with a smile.


Details | Lyric | |

The Storms of Destruction

The  storms  of  destruction  ride on  the   wind
But  God   has  given  us  peace  within
Strong   is  the  spirit  that  dwells  in  this  place
His  truth  is  our  honor
Full  of  blessings  and  grace.


Oh  Lord ,  You  open  the  doors 
That  evil  men  have  closed
Our  joy  and  peace  begins
When   Christ  the  Lord  comes  in.


               (CHORUS)
Sing  Glory, glory,  all  you  men,
Sing  Glory,  glory,  all  you  men,
For  Christ  is  with  us  till   the  end,
His  will  for  us  is  to  trust  His  grace
So  we  can  conquer  and  fill  this  space.


Precious  Savior  we  call  on  you  with  our  hearts
With  our  spirit  and  our  will  we  will  not  depart
From  You  Oh  God  we  will  not  separate
For   from    your   goodness    our   hearts   do   relate
By  Your  Grace  we   truly   are  saved
By  Your  word  we  are   fully   healed
Our  sins  and  trespasses   are   forgotten
For  by  your  Grace   all   is   fulfilled



       (CHORUS)
Sing  Glory,  glory  all  you  men,
Sing  Glory,  glory,  all  you  men,  
For  Christ  is  with  us  till  the  end,
His  will  for  us  is  to  trust  His  grace
So  we  can  conquer  and  fill  this  space.


Devotion  and  worship ,  His  Glorious  Grace
Oh  God,  we  give  all  of  our  loving  praise
Your  Wisdom  is  such  a  perfect  jewel
Designed   and  destined  for  our  heart’s  renewal.

Oh  sing  to  the  King  of  Glory
And  tell  the  world  of  His  Story
Delight  yourself   in  all  His  Deeds,
Obey  His  Will  for  all  to  see
So   all  can  see  and  believe.





 
                       



Details | Crystalline | |

demon flee

hello jesus  and god above who is full of love!i need your help this day because the demons do play evil tricks you know them well thats o.k. they'll wind up in hell!make this demon flee of the person i see.weather they what them their or not its your work i sot!so make them flee now so i can see what needs to be too papare them or not for eternity!


Details | Rhyme | |

Defeat, We Know You Not

Defeat, We Know You Not


Say no defeat shall shatter our dreams
 no boulders shall block our streams
  no pain shall ever erase
The love of freedom we have in place!

Cry out to our ancestor's great pride
 stand the pain , endure the ride
  stand on sacrifice they gifted
Let love of life birth souls uplifted!

Unconquered we live on to be brave
 freedom from birth to the grave
  freedom to freely speak out
Let defiance ring forth with a shout!

Ring our hearts with armor of steel
 death can not ever break our will
  death is but another land
Victory is the heart of every free man!

Say no defeat shall ever mare the face,
or ever dare destroy freedom in the human race!

This was previously written for the Patriot contest 
but replaced with the one I entered . My wife thought
this was the best one but I chose the other entry.
Why are women so smart and intuitive?
Only now do I see her choice was better!
Yes, I dared to admit it to her too! lol


Details | Lyric | |

Celtic Marriage

      CELTIC MARRIAGE
The path we take under the eye of God
and universe, but some consider odd
Our mother of the Universe, in everything,
helps us to grow, into a birth of spring,
but know from where our lonely feet have trod.

In Celtic roots, from shores of Normandy
we came from long ago, a time called history,
made weary from the Roman and their wrath,
we found our way, along God's narrow path,
that led us to His gift of Sanctity.

Great Caeser laid to waste all we had known,
spared not one Mother, nor one child alone,
then forced us out to where we need to be
in Ireland, our emerald upon the sea,
and left behind the Roman heart of stone.

The Wicca way, so deep out of our past
then came of age, as if a spell were cast
to love all things, and have you at my side,
the only place where two in love can hide,
here in the only dream to ever last.

You'll be as much a part of me
as anything in life could ever be,
and we shall honor all and everything,
each to it's own, that destiny might bring,
and everything in life we'll ever see.

Forget my name, remember just my way
of loving you both every night and every day
you'll have it all, if you can realize,
all we may want is here deep in these eyes,
and all you need is here, and here to stay.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Free verse | |

If I Was Yours

I roam the city streets, 
I tread this rocky road alone
There’s a pathway that leaves me breathless
There’s a Utopia beyond imaginable 
There’s no war, no strife, no hatred
There’s no pain, no sadness, no dread
I believe in You…I made it through
The pangs of pressure

I open wide my eyes like open doors
You and I spring up like seashores
We’ll drive this road of vibrant love
If I was a car, 
I’d drive you away from the fallen dove
If I was a train, 
I’d get off track…I zip through the tunnel
If I was yours, 
I’d be the happiest man in the world
The radio is blasting in our joyous ears
The journey of life will continue on for years
But You’re my hope…
My only cure to this fretful spirit
The mountains that keep me courageous 
The sky is ours, 
We must keep it nice and precious
If I were the night,
I’d let my moon shine on you
If I were in a good mood,
I’d be the sunrise…twinkling so true

I hover around the fantastic forest, 
I trek this trial with you in mind,
But you were always by my side
Somehow, love has blocked my view
There’s a Utopia beyond epic! 
There’s peace, truth, love
There’s a healing process that produces happiness, not artificial 
I have faith in You…I made it through
The pangs of dispair…

I fly in the heaven’s light, 
I feel this sweet sensation
But, I’m spiraling around the place,
Orbiting the sun, 
Honoring the son

I can feel your uncertainty slip out of my hands
It entwines me… it digs deep in my soul
Your delicate tune rings true to my ears…
We will arrive on beautiful lands
I’m stepping out of the black hole of my mind  
We must remain together and be partners to escape this journey
Before we meet our end
But, we’ll… eventually bring this hardship to an end
Don’t look at me with envy glued in your eyes
Don’t glare me down…I know the truth behind these lies
The truth will delete it in no time
The world is not what you call a place of serenity 


Details | Rhyme | |

Jennifer

She's lost, but found.
She's broken, but fixed.
She doesn't believe she is heaven bound,
She just wished people listened to the lyrics
of the music she listened to.

They relate to her,
tell her story.
Her life just keeps getting darker,
it is treating her cruelly,
no one seems to realize.

She is alone,
yet she has someone.
If only people had known,
she wouldn't be stuck in this dungeon,
and be living her life.

She acts like everything is fine,
when deep inside, she is hurt.
She doesn't confine,
so she never feels comfort.
Only the pain she refuses to show.

Now she smiles,
hoping for a better day.
She doesn't realize she is worthwhile, 
but hopefully, she will someday.
Foe she will be the change in the world.


Details | I do not know? | |

Just Because I Said I Do

Just Because I Said I Do


Just because I said

I do

I don’t


John G. Lawless
1/26/2014


Details | Acrostic | |

The return

I return to birth place which I left in times of pain
I can smell the scents of soil stuck in roots so deep
All looks new to my vivid eyes trapped in the past
Today I shall see my carrier who is still standing
She is so fragile now but can cover long walks
I return with nothing on my hands not even a stain of dirt
My hands are so clean and soft that you can wipe your tongue
I am returning from where labour is only endure by the mind 
Mama I too wanted to come with something like my peers
But I return with nothing on my hands for now
The pain that I left you with still linger my empty dreams
Thou I am unlike the others what I bring to you is love
What I have is crafted in my mind and encrypt with codes 
But I have the key to open everything now
What I will open will change everything that seems blur
Today I return exhausted with guilt of not fulfilling your expectations
But I am glad that this world has kept space for both of us


Details | Rhyme | |

Why Not Trust Jesus


Perhaps things in life have
 taken the “wrong turn.”
Life is passing you by…  
And you’re not concerned?

Things that were important,
aren’t important anymore.
Life just seems to be like one big “revolving door.”…

Your love for people close to you, seems to be gone.
Almost everything you do,
 seems to turn out wrong.

Your life seems to be like a ship
 that’s lost at sea/
You wonder; “why lord, has this
 been happening to me?”

Jesus loves you very much!
  And he understands!
He’\s waiting to pick you up,
 with his outstretched hand!

He’ll replace your loneliness
 with a satisfying love!
And put your life back together,
 fashioned from above!

His perfect love will give you hope
 and a peace of mind!
Why not trust him now?  NOW is the time!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Essence Of Your Love

Began the smallest seed of inner self                                                                    Germinating into nerveous butterflies                                                                    Dancing then flowing into something else                                                                       Courageous little cubs running a buttercup sunrise                                                            embrace a lion's mane rolling in the purple clover                                                         Even with stormy days of rain or lightning pain                                                            laughing again clean refreshed tingling all over                                                            well into our grayer years it freely passes the flowing reins                                           growing even beyond the cold grave the essense of love                                                    Will forever reign a pure sweet devotional bouquet                                                            like an infinite wild fire of beautiful quickened flowers above                                         Rising anew and overflowing into I love you forever and a day      *                   *                                                                                          john beam 1/29/2014


Details | Rhyme | |

The Battle Within Myself

 There's a battle within myself between who I was, and what I aspire to be,
 I'm lost in the echoes of my soul, darkness surrounding me, how will I ever be free?
 Sometimes, I'm scared to keep searching, I'm afraid of what I'll find,
 My memories of heartache and past mistakes still etched within my mind
 This battle within myself weighs upon my heart,
 I'm searching for a new beginning but where do I even start?
 Do I start with the pain that haunts me like a ghost?
 Forgiving others for what they have done, pain inflicted from the ones I care about the most,
 My mind is willing but my heart isn't ready,
 Take a deep breathe and keep your thoughts steady
 Trying to defeat the things eating me alive inside,
 I need to admit that I'm broken and let go of my foolish pride,
 How do you move on from memories holding you back?
 They flood me like a song on a broken record track,
 Why am I blind to the light I'm searching for?
 I feel so lost as my tears start to pour
 There's a battle within myself remembering the good things I've done,
 Pushing away the clouds and embracing the sun,
 Cherishing the blessings bestowed upon my life,
 Letting go of bitterness, anger, hurt, and strife,
 I look into the eyes of my children and see the innocence within their heart,
 Finding my clarity and I realize where I start
 There's a battle within myself that I'm winning today,
 My path becomes clearer as I make a new way,
 Is it ever going to be easy? No I'm afraid that it's not,
 Is that an excuse to give in and stop?


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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


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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!


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I'm Pressing On For Jesus

I’m Pressing On For Jesus! I want to press on for Jesus today! May I be attentive! To what he has to say! I want to seek the cross, and it’s true meaning. May HIS will in my life, become more revealing! I want more of Jesus’ love to daily surround me! It wasn’t I, but the Lord Jesus that found me! I want more of his word, to nourish my mind! May his example in me, be what others find! I want to seek his forgiveness! I always need it! His blood can wash away any sin! I believe it! I want you Lord, to come and fill me up! Take your spirit’s oil, and fill my empty cup! Thank you Jesus for this! And everything you do! Help me to press on! And keep loving YOU! By Jim Pemberton


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The New Me

When your eyes I see
I catch a reflection of the new me
when I see your expression
it's as if God has taught me a life-long lesson.

what is this lesson?
You wanna know?
It's that I remain
beside the brightest glow

the light that you are
has left me scarred
with happiness and protection
as you have taught me this lesson

In the mirror
I take another look
you have opened my life's book
because for the first time
I can call you mine

The look on your face
shows there isn't a race
I've found where I belong
so I'll be with you life-long.


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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


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Eve

EVE

Never say “I don’t love you”
When you just mean give me space
Because it hurts me so much
Like a dagger in my heart
Never Say “”I don’t care”
When you just mean you hate it
Because I need to know,
Promise I’ll never do it again
Never say I Miss you
When you are far
The fact is 
I want to be exactly where you are
Never say “Come here”
When you just mean, prove my love
Because if I fail, I can’t blame distance
Men are comprises of peculiar elements
Our mind is the abode for knowledge
That holds the truth and the lies
Our mind is the residence of our will and desire
We don’t like to be fool 
Because we don’t play with feelings
We fall in love but hate to be dictated
We have our own plans and tactics
And we don’t stop until we reach success
We don’t lie when
We hide ourselves beyond what you see
Or discloses the antecedents of our past relationships
We just hate remembering heartaches 
Cause we are also the casualty of failures
We maybe objective 
And could become ruthless
But touch us once and we will gradually melts
You can name our nature
Beastly
Brutal
Evil and
Divine
You can call us everything that you wanted
But I tell you honey
That the realms of our nature
Is tamed with your passion
That behind our glory is your love
That the truth of our being
Is your existence
That the vows that you committed
Is the life that we long to live…


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Asmita

MERI ASMITA(pehchaan) dhoond rhi hu astitv apna hr din... kya man ki apekshaaon ko jaanti hu... us maa ki dulari hu... ya is sheher ki unsuni kahani koi... aap beeti ka parichay du agar,to pehla kadam vidyalaya ka hua... kayi hastiyon me shamil mera bhi naam hua... naam kamane ki paribhasha hi kuch akeli thi... so..me apne adhyapakon ki cheli thi... gyan ki nayi urja se mula kate hui... JIGYASA ,,jo na kbhi bhujne vali meri,,, so kayi mann ki uljhano se baate hui... bada hone ki chah leke ,samundar me moti dhoondti h rahi... ek asha ,himmat leke apni hasti ko khojti rhi ... sabse aage ,nayi dishao ka bhag jo chhakhne lagi... vidyalay ki chamak to bani hi... aur apne naam ki paribhasha ko likhne lagi.. koi kehta jhansi ki rani,koi vakeel, ya kal ki indira hogi,,, mai kehti hu kya yeh tey karne ka haq mera nhi,,, ki yeh atthaarah saal ki swarna khud ki pehchaan se nerhera hogi... keval kalpana nahi,is junoon ko na rok paungi... jo dil me dabakar rakha h mene jazba, use duniya ke avaam me dikha jaungi... har mazhab me ik hindusta roshan karna chahti hu.... AAJ KEHTI HU...ki samaj seva ki neev mai bunna chahti hu... khud ko tarashte ,,,khojte ,,,jo sikha hai apne baabul se,,, AADARSH JEEWAN KI BUNIYAD MAI VYATEET KR PAU.......................... AUR JAB ANTIM SAANS LU....tab har aankh mai namm kr jau........har aankh mai namm kar jau............................................(by swarna tilak) turning to a KAVYITRI,:)


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Pointless Power

Pointless Power 

Pointless power

Misguided use

Your laughter follows

My abuse

I try 

And I cry

I wish I could die

But there’s too much here

For me to go

My friends are here when my heart is low

If it weren’t for them then I don’t know

I try

And I cry

As I float to the ground

I try to stand up

But I always fall down

Your sneers muffle

All of my screams

When I reach for the sky 

And you step on my dreams

What do you want?

Where can I turn?

If you won’t listen

Then how will you learn

You won’t 

You won’t even try

If you try 

You will cry

Yet I reach for the sky

You pull me back down

I am stuck on the ground

Though I cried when I failed

The triers prevail

What do you want?

From a stranger like me?

You had no time to listen

You never will see

So now 

Neither do I

I just reach for my dreams

Way up high

In the sky


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714

 to protect the innocent
              and
 only deal in facts

 if Joe Friday
    were around today
          who would be the innocent?  times change.....


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Insignificant Matters

To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people things will always be the same
then their would be the blaming game
I write this poem to the Insignificant out their
because they do not deserve the bad stare

To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people we would not be guessing
people would just plane stressing
I do understand how feeling are
because I do stare into the star

To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people we could not be our selves
people would just give up and leave things on shelves
I do think people that is insignificant are life batter
because everyone in life is not insignificant they all matter


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Naked and Ashamed -Part 5-

And clothe it with your heavenly bliss...so I can feel
the jubilance...on my once withering body
I was fragile and weak and no one cared... About me...
Except you...you bring me back gladness and vivacity...
I crave your undying radiance…
Your angelic, miraculous radiance 

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...
You blinked, but at least you weren't aware of my tragedy scene in Romeo and Juliet...
Or else, you'd see me dead, naked and ashamed 
I sacrificed myself for you in that scene...it's not the end of the world...at least the message of the movie was somewhat optimistic
Like Juliet, you are so clever and romantic
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh... 
We could be in a Shakespeare's future books if he were still alive today...
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
That would make our day a vibrant, dazzling day...now that would be classic!


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Rescue

So many faces pressing in
Demands increasingly unsettling
their needs so vast and loud
a cacophony of voices around.

Persistent pleas urgently decreed
so much despair not pausing for air
Drowning in their sorrow I can't-
turn away these souls reaching for hands.

See me now! Hear my call!
No other option I embrace them all.
Sinking in these turbulent waves..
Searching for grounds high enough to save...

Me! Who could hold this many?
To drag to shore their burdens 
so vast-I scream- I need-
I flee to those mountains of peace

High on these peaks I weep...
For the weight of responsibility I feared to keep.


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SWOT Analysis

Endeavor so hard as Swot analysis, 
Paved my path in dishearten crisis, 
 
From cradle to the grave, 
Confront delusion world with simple naive, 
 
Loosed all my knight ness and habit of brave, 
Contemptful life spent with no asset save, 
 
Rhyme of my odes provoke no sound of clave, 
Always remained in darkest hidden cave, 
 
Words of apathy induce no wave, 
Ravage all my thoughts, of which I crave, 
 
Enthusiastically write hard for fave, 
But, People considered me not more then a knave.

Written By
M. Shahid.H Chouhdry


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Paint the Town

I pause from painting a canvass of opinion, brush strokes colouring a solid red 
across the blank faces that warily observe. A compass points to the right (a dead
end) yet with no direction, escorting a stained brain in reverse: an unnatural place to start.

This taste is always freshest in the mouths of the hungry, which are forced to part
from an honest working voice to focus solely on the next meal. Who will stand
up to write THIS IS WRONG on Parliamentary walls to clear blinkered eyes? A hand

can paint and sculpture, but will also make a fist.  
A better world is open if we walk on through the mist.


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A Nice Touch

The chocolate was a nice touch
So was the coffee in the morning
I always enjoy the little things
Even your cute little snoring
I lie in bed thinking
“Is it weird that I don’t mind waiting?”
“Are my chances with you sinking?”
These are the things I had been debating
But then I realize that I’m not waiting
How blind could I have been?
This whole time you’ve been staying
And me thinking I’m lost from within
You’re in my life right now
And I’m in yours as well
I’m standing right here in front of you
And I know that you can tell…
I’d love to stand beside you


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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.


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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.


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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.


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Get a Grip - Love is So Overrated

He threw away…he threw away my friendship
I’m as sad as a lonesome goldfish in the bowl
Oooh…I must get a grip
Get a grip, man…
I don’t know what…I don’t know what to think anymore
Without you opening me up, I’m a locked door
Oooh…I must get a grip
Get a grip, man…
Don’t be a downer…(get a grip)
Don’t imitate me or you’ll end up like a loner
I’m a lonesome ghost…(I need to get a grip)
Hopeless in love…
Trying to find friendship (on another level no doubt),
Overflowing with love…(something to marvel about)

I gottah get a grip one day!

(Get a grip) x3 Love is so overrated…
God’s love is so underrated
Worldly love is overstated
And I’ve waited for true love…
But my time was wasted

~~~Chorus~~~

I don’t know what to think of this
Might as well…might as well slip into the abyss
Kiss tragedy and wave a farewell
I miss you already…I’m under your wicked spell…
Oh well…I’m a boy and a loner,
Hopeless in love
So hopeless in love
Dealing with so much pain
Dripping continually like acid rain
Dealing with extreme separation anxiety
Ripping apart your ribcage, so I can be set free
So I can crawl out of captivity
Look at me…
Just look at me for a second or two!
Have you any empathy?
I see your eyes, soaking with tears of rue

~~~~~~


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War waits for no man

War waits for no man
No man such as I...
Time once again for battle dress
And a railway station good bye.

For many fought and died beneath
A vast universe full of suns...
The casualties the ground absorbs
Amid the noisy raging guns.

War waits for no man
No men such as us...
100 years ago they believed
But since then we've lost trust.

Since '45 there's been no end of hate
And conflict everywhere...
Soldiers defend the nation state
And go to places we don't dare.

War waits for no man
No man such as I...
Wander off into the oncoming fog
There's no hope... but to try...

7th August 2014.


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Beloved Companions -part 4-

When I was little, I didn’t know what it was like to have a pet Until the day my parents decided to bring Peanut home I remember it well, out of all the dogs we saw, Peanut was the one who stood out A newborn puppy, so cute and innocent, We knew she was the one She had those sad puppy eyes, And we saw that she had already had an effect on us At first, she didn’t know what to think of us We were strangers to her Her first night, she was shy, a little bit scared, But then she realized we were her family In her younger years, she had such a playful spirit, One that would make you smile When one of us would come home from school or work, Her energy of excitement exploded with happiness What really made her happy was eating She would want to do that all day There would be times when after a long day She would sit in a patch of sun that came in through a window She loved the warm feeling of the sun when she rested It always felt good to my parents and I, When she would curl up and sleep right beside us, Never leaving our side Peanut was always very protective of us and her home, Anybody she didn’t know, she would bark at until they went away, Or until she got tired of barking However, if the person she didn’t know had food with them, They were her friend all of a sudden Peanut was someone who had completed us as a family; She made us happy—our first family pet She was someone you could talk to, and she would listen Many years with her, and we created so many good memories; Ones that would make us laugh or make us smile As the years went by, she started showing signs to us that she was getting older Age ten, she started slowing down, her face became grey Despite old age, there were some things that didn't change, Like her wanting to eat or wanting to be with us


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Am I Concerned for the Lost

Am I Concerned for the Lost?

For the lost souls…
Am I concerned like I should be?
While many slip into eternity!

With each day that passes me by…
There’s another lost soul
That will die!

I’m too busy to give 
  my time to anyone.
I’ll never be able to reach everyone!

I’ve never led a person in
 the sinner’s prayer.
“Why should I waste my time?”
 “Why should I care?”

I know that Jesus wants
me to reach the lost...
But I’ve never thought about
what this would cost!

I know that Jesus
Is the atonement for sin!
And invites all, to be born again!

May I have a desire
 to reach the lost souls!
If one day, I plan to make
 heaven my goal!

With God’s help,
I pray there will be…
People in heaven, because of
HIM loving through me!

By Jim Pemberton


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Are flowers brown

Are flowers brown?
And cream and green?
An offer to a beggar of love,
Not to a pretty lady seen?
To tease not to devote,
A heart broken than of gold?
That’s fragrant to nose,
I’ll pick then hold?
From a knight, a lovely knight?


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God's Plan For Marriage


God’s Plan for Marriage… There’s a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman. And had one thing in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was “born!” God’s design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be “inserted.” God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God’s idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It’s no wonder why so many have “confused” minds. Let’s come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; “one husband and one wife!” By Jim Pemberton


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An Agent of Life

My names symbolize and mean victorious.
I am a soldier of a higher power.
I am one that is here on a direct mission:
To defend the defenseless.
I am a sword.
The sword strikes those who attack the weak.
So that the attackers feel the wrath given to me,
And understand that I treat them as they treat others.
So that the weak know,
They are never alone in this fight.
I am a shield.
The shield defends and respects.
It respects that all are human,
I am wisdom.
I step back and watch the skirmishes of life,
I review them rationally,
So that when I join a battle,
I know, I am on the right side.
There is a higher power.
It inspires me to act.
But It is kinder than I.
It would forgive where I would strike back.
But I will fight anyways,
For it is my duty to fight other battles.
Life is a fight,
But I…
I am a sword.
I am a shield.
I am wisdom.
I am…
Victory!


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Adversity

I feel so tired, so wasted, so tough;
But what I’m doing is good for me, although it can be rough.

Its times like these when morale collapses, 
And emotion flows out from tucked away stashes.

I feel so beaten, so lonesome, so loved;
My soul is near complete, but I am  missing one dove.

For a volley of birds is what keeps me on high,
And with missing just one, I will sink from the sky.

To pull myself back up to the clouds however,
I must give up more energy, and expel more than ever.

For with great courage comes great reward, 
Now I shall rise from my knee and look up to the lord.


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An Adulterous Situation

An Adulterous Situation I knew of a couple, involved in an adulterous situation. A person involved, claimed that he was a Christian! He told others that he wanted to tell her about the Lord… But this involvement in sin, he couldn’t well “afford!” A “casual” encounter led to the marriage’s destruction. Her husband was so hurt, he could hardly “function.” How could this man think there’s “nothing wrong with it.” “It must be fine.” He thought. “everyone’s doing it!” Jesus has come, that we might have freedom from within! Going to church, doesn’t give us a “license to sin!” God gave us marriage, as a holy and divine covenant! He gave us his word, so that our lives can be abundant! May this be a stern warning to one and all! That which may look attractive, will cause us to fall! If there’s something more from marriage that you desire… Be careful! Your deep passions will burn like a fire! May I encourage you to pray and seek the Lord above! And ask him to build your marriage on his love! Only he can restore everything the enemy has taken! He’ll be with you, when you may feel totally forsaken! Adultery is like a cancer cell… That will eventually destroy! It’ll rob you of the many blessings, that God wants you to enjoy! What God has joined as one... May there be no separation! But a heart of unselfishness, and a renewed dedication! By Jim Pemberton


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Satisfaction

I have a good-looking piano
I have a splendid kitchen…
overflowing with fruit 
I have a wonderful future 
to look forward to
I have a hearts for 
harmonizing with my sister; 
my voice sounds like a flute 
I have a couple of guitars…
but no drums to pound on
I have tons of songs to write…
for you 
I have a decent apartment – 
a family-oriented environment
I have drawings all over the place…
hanging up on my walls
I have an awesome summer 
to set my mind on 
Ha-ha, 
but unfortunately,
 I have to stay busy with my mowing job…
But I won’t have time 
to laze around and sob!
I need to stay true 
to my schedule…
No time for summer school…
thank the Lord Almighty ~ 
No time to horse around…
Oh no! 
No time to act naughty ~
I have a room 
I share with my bro…
BUT he plays his rap music too loud, 
Yah know? 
I have a trillion poems to organize 
I’m lacking motivation fuel 
Every day, 
I want to be satisfied with what I have 
and I refuse to feel unhappy 
Every day, 
I always long for 
more confidence to exterminate my negativity 
Every single day,
I have to admit that 
I can get stubborn at times 
Almost every night,
I search for the answers…
In prayer,
I seek for my 
Deliverance from Egypt 
Help me stay focus and be equipped 
Or I’ll be outstripped 
Or…whipped 
I have a virtuous, marvelous God 
Who crafts miracles? 
Who gives everyone blessings that deserve it?
Who delivers people out of Egypt?  
Who listens and answers to our supplications? 
Who is the Father of us all?
Is it God? – Yes 
I have a long-term goal 
That sticks to my brain like brain tissue 
I have a family who taught me how to sing
Who taught me
The difference between what’s right
And what’s wrong
I have a million things to do…
Invigorating ideas shimmers anew 
Ideas for the summertime… 
Lists of things to do to keep myself busy
At least I have some friends and family 
to spend time with 24/7 – 
That’s what I call 
True Heaven 
I’m thirsty for assurance 
I’m hungry for reverence 
I’m hoping to be of your assistance
Not your adversary…not your encumbrance…  
But, I’m sick of playing the fool – 
 I’m probing for His acceptance  
I’m yearning for my independence, 
not your vengeance…not your eloquence… 

I want to be as constructive as a handy tool 


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Open Office

Every single day,
I watch her pass.
By my window,
On the other side of the glass,

Over there it's another world,
A better world,
Where papers and charts don't matter,
Where it's morals and hearts that count,

Over there it's a better world,
On the other side of the glass,
Is the beautiful girl,
Who passes me by,
While I ask myself why,
Am I in here,
When I could be out there,
With her,

Now I decide,
Tomorrow will be new,
When I look out my window,
And see the wonders of you,

Tomorrow I'll stop,
I'll break down the glass,
And the window that's caged me,
Shall be part of my past


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Pretentious

Your so pretentious,
The repetition is endless-
And the conversation relentless;
Though my restraint is tremendous.

Trying to keep cool and collected-
But even I, will be affected.

I'm sick and tired of being falsely 
corrected;
I'm uninterested, in the fact that you feel 
offended,
Unprecedented-
Consider this the new me; reinvented.

-Carly Larkin


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Byzantine chapel

Byzantine chapel
You had to swim a few meters until the find, you had to cut right and into the 
rock is stuck the cave. I always felt like a small Byzantine dome that part. An 
ancient Christian church remaining to wait until the end of the times. I thought 
that I saw byzantine frescos painted in stone. Dride out faces looking at me 
silent and serious. Tied with humidity, clams and starfish And salt spilling on 
their hair and beards. People ready to make fires. Eyes like calcined charcoal 
with crabs tied In garment. Steady, hard and fair fathers, breaths sulfur. The 
light flowed from the top to the center with a thin gap. Algae and sea-urchins 
like spilt Censer without burning incense and green stones as offerings in the 
Sanctuaries left at random. The water reaches the middle and bottom well in 
solid sand. I was ashamed to come in the sanctuary of sanctuaries Alone 
because their quietness is heavy and their aim holy.



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words

Words Words can make you hurt, Words can make you cry. Words can make you laugh, 
Words can make you try. Words can change you and Words can make act wrong. Words 
can hurt others. But words that hurt are nothing new. Words with action is. Because some 
actions can hurt and make pain come. Some actions can make you feel happy and loved. 
Some actions can get you down the wrong road. But whatever happens, with words or 
actions Remember that friends and people have feelings Try listening to them Friends can 
make you laugh when your sad. They can catch you when you fall. No friend lets you die Or 
leaves you in a dark corner to cry. Friends are angels from above. They are there for you. 
So if their is one thing from this that you remember is should be this, Don't say your my 
friend one moment, Then hurt me and leave me to die the next.


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In Between

There’s a moment when, crossing between two streetlamps, a double shadow appears,
arching from your fears, a body projected through years onto cracked concrete. 
So, stopping, you watch it split in separate directions, no fixed perfections, 
all later corrections point from now dividing as forces pull one into two, 
coloured red or blue at different ends of the spectrum, matter is best left some space,
life isn’t a race in the traditional sense, but against the perception of yourself.
Worrying is bad for your health, because as much as television may scream in your ear, 
grinding each individual gear, you need not wealth, 
but a hand to pick you up and dust you off when you fall,
no problem at all, giving pats on the back, setting the wheels back on the track,
in motion again you walk on from staring at your shadow, standing won’t help you grow.
And I know it says not to walk towards the light, but this time it’s alright, 
because looking back won’t help either. As a fighter, neither Rocky nor Rambo, 
you face the night ahead, spit to clear your mouth of lead, and strut on son, 
because you are only born once, and you only die once, 
but it’s what you do between the two that makes you awesome.


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Morbid Luck

Bad luck could hit hard…
It’s difficult to catch a flash of glory… 
Unfortunately, we end up with the wrong side of the coin 
It’s tricky to snatch eternal glee…

I wish I could increase your motivation and prove your significance 
But I have none that I own – you made a big impact on me believe it or not
I want to grant you success…or I’ll let God work His magic
I have the passion to accomplish my jubilant goals – I just got to be energized…
Be strengthened and have self-reliance  
I prey upon confidence… 
I pray for your dreams to fall into place… 
I have no choice, but to find my way out of this labyrinth… 
OUT OF THIS MESS…
Suffocating me in harsh distress…
Dissatisfaction could shatter your hope

We are fading… we’re fragments
Escalating ferociously…  

It’s almost impossible to remain at ease during these hard times…
Fortunately, we have a chance to be on the right side of the coin

The most difficult part of living is… 
Dealing with the outrageous crimes  

Bad luck 
Is totally a morbid result in life’s situations…
I believe that you could endure
The catastrophe that burnt up your 
Last drop of courage…

What a tragedy you turned out to be… 
Your morbid luck drained out your bliss
And inflated you with squalid misery…
Your morbid luck dragged you 
Into the abyss……… 


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htiel

Take the blackened illness from your mind 
Wrap it around the Branch of Thorns

To crucify the self loathing 
and become 
the Sun 
              Bright & endless & glowing
Replace the hate 
With a saving grace 
              You are not alone
              you are not alone
In this, this wilderness

Strength exists in the hole 
             Illusion-ally present 

Keep it close 
Keep it close 

And never forget who you are in your heart
And don't let it take you 
             Again 
             Don't let it take you again


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Sleepless Nights

Woe quenches me with regret and sadness
Sick of the quarrels
You scorched me in Your wrath
War has just begun
Sick of the lies…their hope dries…
Devouring us alive like fire,
Spurting out from beneath us…
I can hear their cries
As I smell their fresh flesh crackling in the fire
I pick up my pace…RUN RUN away from the danger ahead of us
Our feet are dragging on the floor
No one can save us anymore…
Don’t hunt down my desires – I’m begging you for mercy!
You don’t understand 
Where my heart naturally lands
LET GO OF MY HAND…
They’re dripping with sticky sweat
You make me awfully upset
You wanna bet? 
Oh, our minds do pile up with worries and debts!
Our minds do pile up with past grief and regrets!
RUN RUN away from the living hell!
You ran away as I begin to fall away into the darkness
The thought of you hovers around my brain
Like a fly obsessed with a light bulb – am I really sane?
My mind spins round and round…without any sound…
I’m lost in my own maze…I kneel on the ground
And pray for forgiveness…
Shed radiance in my future dreams!
You swept away my sorrow
I must wait until tomorrow
I wish for that feeling of accomplishment
Of surviving the sleepless nights 
I long for an adventure of excitement
My thoughts are like floating kites,
Drifting away into the sky…the black, gloomy sky…

Fighting relentlessly in my mind…
I’m trying to pray for hope in mind…
But, I feel that I’m rather…blind.


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Delondi Ngoma Kintaudi Work in progress

My name describes and summarizes me 
my essence, vitality, and pressence  
it is the model I search for 
with stretching arms 
and pray in my heart to become 
it is a constant reminder of my potentiality 
forever linked to my Congo ancestry 
spoken indefinately 
as a unification of soul 
with stories of unity untold 
of family suffering and survival 
My name signifies their struggle 
and is a holistic envisioning  
of my grandfather's dreams 
Delondi means epitome 
not the purity of any particular race,  
not the misguided attempts at perfection 
that results in saluts and exclamtatory cries 
not superiority as one might arrogantly  
interpret with no flaws 
but a superiority based on  
effectiveness and efficiancy 
based on acceptance 
judgement  
and a belief that if knocked down 
God can bring us back up again 
superiority based on ones best 
despite one's limitations 
Ngoma means drum 
the rythym and sound that 
enables us to share our lives experiences 
the thoughts, ideas, and messages 
inevitably and necessarily implying  
a knowledge transfer 
from one person to another 
knowlege seeking, bonding, enabling 
and sharing our inner most feelings 
Kintaudi means humble 
Humility is acceptance of ones 
faiures and inabilities 
to be  
without the power of the almighty 


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CLEVELAND

the city is closing for the night
stores draw their blinds one by one 
every street is dark save for the dim 
Downtown streetlights bending at the neck

like weighted stems of steel. Rockefellers 
and Carnegie have built the city in layers:   
clinics, factories, the rounded arch hotels  
what is not there than fortune?  Further Downtown 

has changed with neon lights flashing from 
4th Street Bar and Grill on The Corner Alley where
they serve stylish late dinner at night so before you  leave 
Downtown have a day at West Side Market, howl at the

Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, visit houses turned galleries 
and other places that make Cleveland a great City
of course, the great Lake and Tri-C welcomes 
you to adventure and a brighter future beyond pine trees

yet, drifting along silent paths alone is a soul walking
to a desolate corner of the city where alone with the family
their souls swirl like clouds of birds vanishing into the sky
and soon will fade like a smoke into thin air

pacing down the road rolling silently through the frost
in the dark after the nightshift is this soul with his head in his palms
the neon lights of Downtown ended where his air smells of salt
and his lover’s body was once found in the cold snow
it’s his third job of the day but you can’t find eggs on his dinner table

in Cleveland there are many young beech-trees on the edge
trembling to stand still beneath their pale skies and they shudder
like leaves in the light air afraid of the star beyond their reach
and my heart fills slowly with tears that will never dry



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His Child

I’m a child in heart 
I’m sensitive,
So don’t misuse it

I’m God’s special child
I need to respect 
My zealous Father

I need to honor Him
With my young heart,
I pray for freedom

How awesome are Your deeds? 

Relieve my heart’s ache
Help me escape 
From the darkened pit

I can be active
And beat that race 
I’m on God’s good side 
God’s mercy 
Aids me in times of trouble 

I appreciate His consideration 
He fulfills me with elation


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The Beating of Your Heart

There's nothing more that matters
Than the beating of Your heart
You've given everything You have
Gave man a brand new start
Sacrifice beyond measure
Pain and suffering 'pon a tree
You did all this with love and peace
You did it all for me
Oh did I say I thank you?
On my face You've put a smile
Hail to the Lord and all His glory
I'm so thankful I'm His child


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His Eyes

His eyes are a cup of warm coffee
With swirls like soft chocolate notes
Deep like the ocean without a trace of blue
Hiding secrets and emotions too;

His eyes are chopped mint leaves
Adding a color like no other
The clover color touches the hearts 
Of all who dare to seek it out;

His eyes are golden flecks
That sparkle with every breath they take
A topaz color like clean jewelry
Scattered among the darkness.


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Woe In Our Lives

Whatever you do, don't let go...
He's going to arrive soon – don't be overwhelmed
Whatever you do, don't look back
Woe is embracing our lives
Don't let yourself turn to black
Keep on track... 

Woe is dwelling in our lives...
Lurking in every corner
They sprout from the ground like jagged knives
Wait until the dark tides
Pass through us...God's still protecting our lives
Whatever you do, don't doubt Him!!

Don't be a forlorner - 
Be a conquerer!


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I Did It My Way

Did you hear my heartbeats like the soldiers, marchin’ on the notable night of March? It was thumpin’ with thunderin’ pride and victory once upon a time!  
Can you hear me echo my empathy in your direction or do you misinterpret it as an abhorrent and disgraceful crime?
My heart has been pumped up with glee when I saw you trainin’ by the sweat of your brow…
I didn’t even notice I was committin’ an act of hostility…I’m sorry that I have broke our friendship vow!
Listen up...buddy! I ain’t gonna waste my energy and time on you when you are misbehavin’, strayin’, and insensitively swearin’! 
Don’t take anything I say to heart – you understand what I’m sayin’!? You know what I’m sayin’!? My stress level’s high and my hair’s a-grayin’! 
I feel superb vibes when I sip my red wine . . . I won’t lie nor will I deny!
I feel it now, coolly crawlin’ up and down my spine – I’m as happy as a grimy swine, destined to die!
I can face my fears in no time . . . hey, young man – you need a helpin’ hand?
Come on, man! Break a leg! It won’t be counted as a crime! D-Do you understand?
You need self-discipline and I need willpower! We need to have patience…we need some reassurance…
I’m about to lose control ‘cause I’m being used as a valueless tool, takin’ as a fool! I’m envious of your endurance and jubilance! 
Ch-chilled to the bone…s-sick of feelin’ alone, treadin’ this rocky road o-on my own
When we exchange looks, I sense that your future’s gonna be incredible by the handsome features, affirmativeness, and potency you possess – I’m mind-blown! You’ve definably grown   
Into a fearless man, acceptin’ the challenges of everyday life ever since I first known yah! I sh-should have known…I should’ve known you grown up so fast!
I know you had a troublesome past…dismiss those adversaries of the past for once in your life! I’m tryin’ to keep pace with you, but you’re runnin’ awfully fast ‘n I’m slowin’ down at last! 
I did it my way – can you survive the breakage just like I did or can you just let go of revenge and gain back your zealous mentality?
And remember…please remember, brother – in the realm of reality’s truth: 
You are never alone . . . even if you’re gone, you are not gonna remain alone!
And when time comes, you’ll be feelin’ higher than a kite, drinkin’ rum . . . 
Then…the answers will come to you out of the blue – it will be shown . . . soon, it will be shown
That you are not alone as long as you overcome, good sir . . . unlike some! 

6/7/14

*I Did It My Way Contest Poetry Contest sponsored by Shadow Hamilton


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The Delicate

There are simple things that make me happy,
Things as simple as a sound,
They flutter and surround me,
Glow and shimmer all around me,
Carry me across boundaries,
And gently lay me down,

They surround me in a force field,
My own protected space,
And despite what I might feel inside,
Confidence en lights my face, 

But when people ask me questions,
And I can't bare the answer,
I retreat inside myself,
I'm now a walker,
Not a prancer,

It's not their fault it's mine,
I wish that they could find,
I wish that they could see,
That I believe in me


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The Importance

What's the importance? 
Where do you stand?
This is my world,
But this is our land,

This is my life
And this is my plea
Let me go wandering 
Let me be free

What's the importance?
In this big world 
In this short life
My path that unfurls

What's the importance?
What do I need?
I want to be simple,
But yet, I feel greed,

What's the importance?
The path that I live,
I let go of the greed,
And finally, I give


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Grand King

When I lay down on my deathbed,
Remember me…remember me forevermore
When I give in to silent slumber,
Don’t grieve for me…
I’m in God’s hand – 
A pleasant placement that I adore

When I wake up from this horrifying nightmare,
Dream not…dream not of war or violence
When I try to reach for my goals in life,
Be not afraid of me…I’ll be a success
Be not afraid of thee…He wants you to have progress

Shower me down with empathy and elegance
You sprout splendidly like a flower in the brink of Spring

Tower over me…protect me from 
Overindulgence 
You don’t doubt – 
You are one-of-a-kind and You are a GRAND KING!

When I grow weary and old, 
Don’t desert me like a worthless garden full of weeds
Don’t desert me…bury me in the damp soil like seeds
If you do decide to leave me behind, 
That would be just rude

When I have high hopes and if I’ll ever be as bold as The Lion,
Don’t take away my strength, my gift, or my gratitude

When I fall asleep on eagle and dove wings,
Don’t worry! 
Don’t worry about me! 
My heart will take divine flight 

When I approach heaven and its radiance 
Reigns upon my undying soul, 
It brings me love from somewhere quite a delight – 
Don’t reject the precious light
The precious light…

You’re a grand king!
You blossom with might and victory 
I crown you with 
Loyalty, Awesomeness, and Golden Pride


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CANDOR

CANDOR
Proclaim life Same right Greater ability Conceived Prescribed prognosis Intelligence and a clear mind Philosophy of a rich life Self-worth and virtuous _________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 22, 2014!


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Out with the stars

Oh beautiful earth that never stop moving
On earth is where I find rest and comfort
Earth where my body shall lay to rest
Beautiful earth that gives birth to flourishing flowers
Wonderful flowers that can do wonders
Flowers that grows from special soil with pleasant smell
Roses that light love with sweet fragrance 
Sun set red as scarlet metal that make ground flourish 
Out with the stars light glow over the ocean
Ocean that relief to envious souls
The ocean that talk with the most elite individuals
Mountains so humble yet aging gradually
Far beyond the horizons sun set like burning furnace
It leaves earth with darkness to conquer
But moon gives its faint light like a dying candle
The night is called and stars glow brightly
Blowing winds accompany my fragile body
Trees let go of eloquent oxygen that dwells in me 
I also give back my all that I have to my precious earth.


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Sunshine's Near


Tears, 				                Steer, 
Rain				                        Boat 
Falls softly 			                Rapidly 
lament… 			                        Whirling… 
Disdain drives me		                Subside from my
Insane; lament burns		        Side, waves! Ocean churns
In your bliss-blue eyes		        In your abyss-aching heart
You’re turning aside from . . . 	        You’re paddling away from . . . 
The healing process! Pursue it!	The Joyous Island! Discover it!
The world’s spinnin’ too fast 	        The blue sky won’t last
I see a sea			                I hear a breeze
That flows with glee		                That makes me freeze
Don’t turn back!		                Do carry on!
Move forward!			                Be at ease! 
Hovering flies;			                Clear skies;
High Spirits 			                Soaring falcons
Childlike                                           Sunshine's
Fears				                Near


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Ode To Thee

I cannot say forget me
For that will never fly
Impossibilities
like birds without wings
Take my soul from your eyes

I cannot say forgive me
For I am not sure of my sin
I take your fair heart with a fare start and balance it on the wind.

the breath that is left 
inside my heaving chest
 is meant for the exultation of you.

And all that i am in spirit, on land 
is spent in the loving of you.
For love as it is, as rare and as cleansed 
is not a forlorn sensation.

 I cannot say this is the only way,
 but the direction I've paved is without the pace I know.
And the love that exists refuses to relent, like the falling snow.


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I GO

I go where love is the key
I go where only hope seize
Let me go to the eternity
Where I will see splendid beauty
The beauty of stars and angels
Where the flowers blossom like in summer

There in the fallen misty mountains
There i shall see the great plains of Africa
And little houses looking like ants colonies
I go where all turmoil shall vanish
This is the home of all the kings of ancient times

Come with me so our names shall be remembered
Follow me to the bliss of pagan souls
Come hear how they are chanting your name
Hear the captain at the end of the bridge


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IN TEENS

Millennium-

The power house,

Chasing the dark,

Millions in mind,

In all kinds,

Still in teens,

Today,Two Zero Fourteen!


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Eyes and mind

         eye and mind
What you see 
Through the eyes
Never stay just only 
With the eyes

What you see 
With the eye 
Go beyond the
Eyes to
The mind 

The eye see first
The mind determine
What you believe you 
See

The mind 
Is In the middle 
Between your soul
And heart

When one see
Just with the eyes
It mind is empty

When the mind 
Is empty one can't 
See

For The eye can't see 
Without the mind


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Soul of a Trucker

The ever present sound of a 
diesel
Going through its gears
Is the steady beat and constant 
rhythm
He’s known for many a year
And it’s the lullaby that late at 
night
His mind still longs to hear
He still can see those highways 
With his inner eye
He can’t forget the visions 
Of those unpolluted skies
He still can feel the wind
And hear its tender sighs
Those memories stay inside 
and linger
And will until he dies
They’re part of what he’s made 
of
They’re forged into his soul
They come from years of 
truckin’
And they’re what have made 
him whole 

©Annette Keller
11/1997


Details | Haiku | |

Secret

Reveal thy secrets:
Darkness stands,
Holding a lamp.


Details | Classicism | |

Living My Life

16 more days to crown the king 
The dreams began Feeling like a failure 
Many have felt like me
Gifted spirit changes the doubts
Why slack to sit on the throne
I made the right choice
Surname will changeto mine
I will stand to delivery every moment
No turning back the time is now.
 


Details | Free verse | |

Cane Goofs

When my hair is bristly wire and my back folded into knots
My hands arched and swollen 
And my skin pigment is lost
Will you be mine?
(As long as you promise not to laugh at me)
 
When your knees are knobby pine and your blood filled with clots
Your fuzz escapes your ears 
And your toenails glazed in moss
Can I be yours?
(I’ll try not to laugh at you…)
 
I keep thinking how
Time is a funny thing,
You said,
And sometimes you have to move on
To see what life will bring...
 
But I can’t help but argue
With the thought that makes me wonder
When both our paths grow shorter
Why can't we share our last moments together?


Details | Couplet | |

Eyvind Skaldaspiller -destroyer of poets

Skaldaspillar arise you are only wounded, not slain in battle                                                                                                                 No raven feast today, so laugh, yell at the Valkyrie skedaddle                                                                                         You are better than they, for blues come and go, but write your ode                                                                                                                                 You will conquer your foes, so rejoice, as they vanish into the starry cold                                                                                                                                 Choose joy, joy again Skaldaspillar, the poetic voice within smile and write                                                             Lifted by the free spirit of the ancient flame, then destroyer of poets, fight                                                                        Raise your pen of war, let the ink fly, spatter the paper door                                                                                                     valiantly standing, until all your enemies are no more


Details | Free verse | |

Rukh

Chingariyon ki bheed main ik shola utha

kisi adhure geet si angdayi li

or bekhudi ki taal me bola

chalo hawaon ke rukh badalte hain

 
Aag banne ki aag dil mein

apne peele lahoo me rang bharne chala

chingariyon boli, shola hai to bhadkega

thora jalega, aur  bujh jayega


Shola kuch kehte kehte ruk gaya

wapis muda aur jalne laga

vyuh rach kar apne man me

agni manthan ko chala


 
Chingariyon ko chedkar

wo sholon ko bhedta

apne  aap se ladta wo kabhi

kabhi dard ko nakarta


Chott khaya adhmara sa

dhundhli si manzil ke aine ko ponchkar

apni aag ko zinda rakhta raha

us aag ki chaah mein

 

Kahin lau uthi ummeed ki

ek lapat bani, prachand hui

wo chingariyaan ab raakh thi

wo shola ab ik aag tha


Details | Quatern | |

Whisper Now Unto My heart

Whisper now unto my heart
Speak my love unto this soul
Take me now unto a place
Long forgotten- all your own

Search my mind if we're to be
Whisper now unto my heart
Walk with me and take my hand
Start anew with me my love

Give me what you cannot bear
Take my hand; you're not alone
Whisper now unto my heart
Brave the winter long and cold

Spring  will come to you again
Just you wait; please trust in me
Let me be their by your side
Whisper now unto my heart


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Great karroo

O ye people of no faith
Why not fight for human right
A right of freedom and tranquility
The states of our minds are far off
Think within the box and take away 
vengeance From our lands
Otherwise there will be no place to live
So therefore let us not forget the tribes 
The cultures and beliefs of our origin
With one voice all hopes are met
With knowledge protocols are observed
I will suggest we forget the past
Move on and protest now that we are aware
Our rights to life,to justice ,to freedom
Be giving back to us one after the other
As we match our way into the troubled kingdom
We shall not be shaken by any obstacles
We shall not die but live even if we are starved
Warriors, leaders,followers lets push 
To pull the wall of Jericho as it falls down
Rejoice o ye people of strength 
We have entered into our place of truth
Dominate and conquer like the great karreo
Peace is all we need 
 

Roseline olajide


Details | Free verse | |

That Ant

THAT ANT
That frangible small thing
Is it plausible poor thing?
To puddle, wade then die?
You labour without respite
Yet you never tire
For many days you built a hill
With the rest of your race you took to toil
But that turbid giant crushed it underfoot
Nothing daunted, in a spate, another was afoot
How obstinate is your optimism?
And how shallow depths your anger’s chasm!
Today I saw you struggle up that wall
Hard upon the unrelenting facade’s toll
Again and again like your life’s prize
Tumbling yet ever again but again to rise
Oh, how you stupefy even those wise
Not twice but again, and again twice
You moved a little to the right and again
And at once you scaled to the plain
And as you hurried away on the flat
I bid my guru of the hardest art



Details | Verse | |

Lead me like a king

Take a chance with my heart
Give me a chance to hold you
Let me hold you with these holy hands
Take a chance to love me from within
Give me a chance to show you love
Let my feelings walk beside you
Let my feelings moves you to ecstasy 
Take a chance on me with your emotions
Make my life the elution of unforeseen desires
Wake me up like an infant longing for a sweet touch
Take a chance to walk with me in the fields of hardship
Make me the king of your palace


Details | Free verse | |

THE MYSTIC DOVE

Tender is the heart of my dearest white dove, 
Whom carries the red rose of love within her 
Golden beak, and within lies the gentlest soul
Of peace that I’ve ever known.
Allow thy wings of inspirations to spread forth,
To capture the winds of glory evermore,
Taste the fragrant fields of imagination through
Her words of sweet melodies song, a timeless
Tune, that flourishes in a soft echoes moment
 Of pure joy everlasting, the thoughts unbridled
Freedom of liberation set to the release of this
Winged creatures beating heart.
Oh in the thunder storm of lifes hurricane,
She is the calming eye within the hailing of
Realities harsh shades between the fading 
Embers  that divide the light from the  darkness.
Brushed by the spiritual angels of faith and 
Devotion, she judges not but excepts all mankind
For whom they are faults and all, loving them
With a full heart’s warmth of grace, and cherishing
Their inner muse tenderly beneath her wings of
Inspiration.
Shimmering  white feathers glitter, in the bathing
Rays of the sunshine, she is legacies promise for a
Brighter tomorrow, this mystic dove of mine
My friend, my soul sister of the poetic heart,
May she soar forever amongst the clouds of
Inspiration for all time.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																										




																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																		


																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																																										


Details | Verse | |

Three days' grace

I'm tired of getting lost in fireworks' woods.
I wonder if you want me to confess.
Don't bother trying handle swinging moods - 
tomorrow you'll find one to clean the mess.

I hope there's nothing on to keep you up
like me. No worries - paying for the past.
That's great about you: knowing how to stop,
it's helpful, too, when time is up at last..

That's cruel enough: to crush the World of OZ
without even trying to forget.
At least, it's not my call - to up the dose
Each day, until it turns into regret 
'bout something that you hadn't even thought 
through. It's just simply a waste of time
and nerves. Everything you hadn't bought 
at some Price is the subject of the Crime. 

I'm lucky you're not in reading mood 
'cause this might've already made me caught.
I'm Grandma of the great Red Riding hood,
still hoping for the better 
                                   being shot.

23.08.2013
NikA


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | Narrative | |

The Fantastic Voyage

Living on the edge was a suicide way before my time!
A soul spread wide open with a spirit that truly believes.
Walking on water and backwards with life that glares over the sunshine!
The fantastic voyage rides the high and almighty waves of the greatest seas.
A voyage to never-never land right where I know I will always want to be.
True uninhibited expression is my addiction all within myself.
A soul climaxing in the exhibition of capturing all of the free empty space!
Walking the planks with the thrill of excitement from what’s consumed as it’s felt,
The fantastic voyage is aimed straight for that perfect little happy place.
My voyage to never-never land is where I know I will always want to stay.
Unpredictable with such balance is my mystery out there all on its own.
My soul opens and wills me to explore the depths of all that is real or such.
Walking the tight rope and looking down with my talent so proudly shown.
The fantastic voyage is never enough but is always over by too much.
My voyage to never-never land is where I know I will always want to feel what I touch.
Deep within the depths of all the deepness is where my connection is found.
A vibrant soul with brilliance magnified by a common need that has just got to give!
Walking narrow ledges with confidence and truly the one that has got to be proud!
The fantastic voyage gained my moments in time that I can say were actually lived.
My voyage to never-never land is where I will surrender standing on top of my deadly ground!


Details | Verse | |

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 | Rhyme | |

THE FREEDOM GATE

Sooner or later the gate will stand
In the midst of darkness and freedom land
Across the thrilling river from Egypt land
I will deliver my children with my iron hand.

Today or tomorrow across the world
The wind will blow from east to westward
And all you have called injustice by word
Not even a letter of it will again be heard.

So call out my children, cry as you come
To the gate that bears the name welcome
Sing songs of freedom and beat your drums
For time has come, please hurry come!


Details | Rhyme | |

THE FREEDOM GATE

Sooner or later the gate will stand
In the midst of darkness and freedom land
Across the thrilling river from Egypt land
I will deliver my children with my iron hand.

Today or tomorrow across the world
The wind will blow from east to westward
And all you have called injustice by word
Not even a letter of it will again be heard.

So call out my children, cry as you come
To the gate that bears the name welcome
Sing songs of freedom and beat your drums
For time has come, please hurry come!


Details | I do not know? | |

For Comrade Chris Hani 1942 - 1993

For Comrade Chris Hani
(1942 – 1993)

mowed down
by hot lead
your blood flowed
into our African soil
murdered you, yes, they did
silence you, they never will
for your voice
your spirit
speaks to us still


Details | Free verse | |

Limitness Creation

At the inner edge
Broken paths lie strewn, raging
Timeless confronting time
Bleeding bodies must resolve
We must forge ahead, regardless
Changing affairs delegate

Winds have grown, seas have changed
Though we continue the same mechanical upkeep
Measured energy and protocol
Debate strikes me as thin
There's nothing anymore to win

Simply carve your birth
Tectonic energy flooded with desire


Details | Rhyme | |

THE 19TH OF MAY

Hurray! A heir has come to stay
Awaking the joy of May
Put down your feet like palm root and play
Paddle on through life’s way
Yes! It is nineteenth today

But see! History now writes his story; 
In unspoken words of nostalgia allegory
Rolling up the scroll of time’s gallery
To tell generations yet unborn as tales of a fairy
How he chose not to marry; an attitude that is funny

Daring at dawn into the blind future with valour
Acquiring at noon, life’s lessons as favour
Yielding at dusk, the treasure from the wealth of nature.


Details | Free verse | |

DRIVE

to be focus,
to conquer all.
no matter what is in the line,
to strive at all times.
to better tha imperfection;
no other solution,
than the one string in your face,
not dependent on being made.
mind set to finish,
not weak with limits.
perfect on just doing you;
not looking on anything,
but what you can do.
craving to take that risk,
for that one chance to go all out.
the measures of a win,
without loosing any of the passion.
no more insecurity of missing,
bottom line is towards the goal.
not giving up what you're made off;
the true test of a star,
without getting burned.


Details | Lyric | |

Without a Dash of Shame

V.2: I’m trying to borrow a new frame of mind
Without a dash of shame…without a dash of dread…
Screaming at the top of my lungs – I’m blind! X2
I’ve been lost in paradise, but I’m suddenly aware of what lies ahead…
Someday, you’d stand by me and say what you wanted to say to me – there’s no 
need to feel dismay
Some say “you must pay the price one way or another”, but I say take your time 
and let your happiness never last
*Chorus* Oohh I knew you would come back Oooh I knew you would come back to me… Sometimes, I wonder if you love me or if you just pretend to love me so Oooh I knew you would come back Ooooh I knew you would come back to me… There’s days when I feel positive when you’re around, but I have to-to go… Oooh I knew you would come back Ooooh I knew you would come back to me… Someday, you’ll stay here with me…I pray…I pray that day would come someday Somehow, you’ll see me through the pain…dismiss the ghosts of the past… Oooh I knew you would come back Ooooh I knew you would come back to me… Someday, you’ll sit here and say what you wanted to say to me – there’s no need to feel dismay Some say “you must pay the price one way or another”, but I say take your time and let your happiness never last Oooh I knew you would come back Ooooh I knew you would come back to me… I’m no longer that magazine, alone on the magazine rack
V.3: My wounds are fresh and raw, so don’t pour your salt on it…I pray you won’t fade to gray; I pray you won’t say your goodbyes today – say what you need to say…every time I see you face, I ponder what’s going on in your mind – can you (invite me to stay?)x2 oooh… oohoohoooh… Your bitter words…your bitter, heartle