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Out of the Sun

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

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

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





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Atonement

free in a moment
but everyone wants it
a single second
oh so pleasant

now its gone
life rages on
here's the war
join the corps

there's the pain
that keeps us sane
the toll of death
taking every last breath

the innocence of youth
the freest of any moment
leaving now just the truth
maturity is your atonement


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



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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


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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 | Alliteration | |

Stink Thinking

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

Stinking Thinking

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

Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup
God Bless.


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Bukowski Contest

I watched the blood flow
poetry dripping
coagulating in pools of misery
How could a genius be so careless?
Shaving away our humanity
filtering it through an inebriated brain
Poems in the thousands
orchestrated in the ordinary
Crushing
Truthful
yet not quite right
Genius exacts a toll

Somewhere beyond mirrored ideology
flashes the broken image of man
the smell of whiskey
loose women
one night lays
Lonely is as lonely does

Sticks poked into blind eyes
bones cracking like porcelain vases
adorning the altar of an enigmatic fool
Are we trapped?
Are we idiots?
Do we drink from the well of insignificance?

He sits alone in an empty room
Thinking
Yes Thinking
Until he thinks us out of existance
Yet somehow
Thankfuly
We are still here


Not so Genius

Brilliant none the less. His story is sad but his poetry is riviting.
I enjoyed this contest, facinating person of whom I was not familiar.


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The Wasteland -Part 1-

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


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Bravery Is All There Is

When darkness falls and finds us all alone,
When the heart becomes a small grey stone ...
     Bravery is all there is.

When thunder shakes the windowpanes,
When those we love lie wracked with pain ...
     Bravery is all there is.

Bravery concedes its fear;
Does not attempt to hide its tears.
Bravery is born of holding calm,
In quietly, doggedly, carrying on.

When reason fails to light the dark,
When the answer is a question mark ...
     Bravery is all there is.

When justice seeks to rule in vain,
When sorrow sweeps the roiling brain ...
     Bravery is all there is.

Bravery trembles while it stands,
Accepts what it cannot command.
Bravery bears its burdens well,
Looks not to see if others tell.

     Be brave then, Mystery asks of us;
     Face the unknown with silent trust -
     For at the End, there is only this:
     Bravery is all there is.
     Bravery is all there is.


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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 grave, 
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.”


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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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

SO blind

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


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Let Him Go

This poem I wrote. I call it " Let Him Go "

Sweetheart don't cry
Don't let him make you feel like your nothing
You do have family even though we are not close by
I know your heart is crushing
Don't harp on the past
Don't let him play with your head
You need to get over him fast
His feelings for you are dead
Over 2 years and you still don't have a ring
Your not the one he calls his wifey to be no more
Take a seat and listen up girl here is the thing
He's playing with your feelings and using you like a two dollar whore
I know you were smart once and can be again
He has you so brain washed it's not funny
I know hearing all this is a strain
Think of the example your setting for you little ones honey
Hold your head high and walk away from that loser mama's boy 
Show him that your the one that is too good for his sorry ass
Hell he's such a mama's boy you can find better pleasure in a toy
Your related to me so come on show your sass 
Let go of the past and look to a new future
Let go of the pain and the control freak
Say bye bye Looser
It will get easier one step at a time week by week......


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 | Dramatic monologue | |

Someday special

One day
The sky fades
I'll be free
The good day
Is someday


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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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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2009: My Senior Year

  The first day of school I had not yet come to grips with what being a senior was. To me, this was just another year and another grade level. One day, when I was on my way to school, it hit me that this was my last August and my last September not only in this academy, but in high school. This was my last leg of the race and my last time making memories here. A new beginning of my life is waiting for me not in years, but in just a few months. 



                                               





                                                   ©2013 Honestly JT

Note: My English teacher gave us an assignment to start writing about our life experiences so that one day we could possibly have autobiographies of our own.


Details | Narrative | |

We Are There With You

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

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

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

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


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


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Infinite Energy S

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


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That Girl

Everyone thinks they know that girl. At 
least they think they do. 
You know that girl that makes everyone 
laugh, and is a class clown. Who used 
to be a star athlete. And had everything 
going for her.
Yeah that girl that everyone thinks they 
know
She became homeless at the age of 16 
due to a house fire.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
Yet that girl is still laughing away and 
making everyone laugh, but isn't the 
same inside, No, Something inside of 
her changed they way she felt.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She became mentally ill, she was 
diagnosed with major depression and 
bipolar disorder. She was always under 
medication, so you never knew what 
side of her you where going to get.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
No one knew how much she hated 
hearing sirens go off, or how she 
couldn't stand seeing fire trucks. She 
struggled living her life daily.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She lost her closes friends cause she 
shut them out and nearly lost them all.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
From what I hear it's been 3 years 
since the fire and that girl is barely 
getting her sight of her future back.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is talking to her lost friends again, 
but just isn't the same for her, so she 
has to make new ones. Which means 
she has no one.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is happier now and is looking 
forward to graduating and moving on 
from this chapter of her life and letting 
go.
How do I know so much of her?, well 
"that girl" is me.Yeah that girl that 
everyone thought they knew. 
But im fine now. Sure I have my 
downfalls, but I still get up and smile. 
THAT GIRL IS ME, I AM THAT GIRL.


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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.


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Eyes of Seminary

Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook

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

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

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

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


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


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The Last Summer

The Last Summer 

This is the last summer 
with all of us together; 
next summer we’ll all be 
somewhere else and hopefully 
we’ll see each other again someday. 
 
We walked down the forest trail 
we all wished each other farewell. 
Looking around I could see 
that we were all happy to be 
with each other one last time.

Now, we’re all in college 
gaining more knowledge 
so, so, so far away from each other. 
Oh how I wish it was still summer! 

In my mind,  I can still see 
all of us running happily 
we were so young back then. 
Sometimes I dream that when 
 graduation comes and we go on to the real world, 
we’ll all meet together again. 

Counting the summers away
I wonder if we will someday
go back to that forest trail 
where we all wished each other farewell. 
And everyday I look back to our last summer; 
laughing and crying at our fun times 

Graduation has arrived at last! 
many summers have passed 
since we first left on that summer day
and now it is the month of May. 

I haven’t seen any of the others
it has already been eighty-seven summers!
I decide to go back to that forest trail 
When I arrive, tears stream down my face.
For there are my friends all standing 
there and they too are crying.  

So again we walk down the forest trail,
even though we’re old and frail 
and I realize this is our final tale. 


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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


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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 | |

The Storm

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


Details | Free verse | |

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


Details | Ode | |

My very nice poem

Linky is really cool
He teaches at a school

Linky has swag
but he does not brag

Linky is the best
So we do well on the test


Details | Acrostic | |

Papa

Papa

P atrick is a special kind of man
A lways there to help folk if he can
P erfect is the way his children see him
A nd now they have to watch his lights go dim.


Details | Senryu | |

Solar System Surfer

Solar sails are set--
Stores secured, status shows green.
Surfing Saturn's rings.


Details | Lyric | |

my country kenya

                      What a harmonious land it is, 
                       Full of integrated citizens,
                       Peace and unity all over,
                       Always emerging at the top,
                       What a blessed country it is?

                       Some say you are my motherland,
                       But fatherland likewise you are,
                       You give one peace and comfort,
                       How graceful i adore you,
                       For being my mentor.

                        If only i had one word to say,
                        Or one drop of ink remaining,
                        Or even only one line vacant,
                        I would proudly say that,
                        I love you!


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 | 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 | Narrative | |

In memory of Bob

In memory of Bob
A true story.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The End

The End

When it comes our time to be laid underground
Our voices now silent...we utter no sound

Our minds stop working and our thoughts disappear
We've finally ended those life living years

Some souls go up..some souls go down
Our bodies remain..six feet underground

We're thought of often from friends true and strong
After days turn to months some forget we are gone

So when you look in the mirror each morning think this
After a while you'll no longer exist

So grab life by the horns and enjoy each day
And if it's possible try to keep the grim reaper at bay

Love your wife your children and all of your friends 
Your cousins your brothers ..all of your kin

And remember this..... Someday you'll be gone
So never live your life sad and alone

Smile each morning and throughout the day
Your time here is short...the days fade away

Enjoy your life... while it's yours to keep
Until the time comes for everlasting sleep.


Details | Prose | |

Just Jump - Frankenstein's Grand Finale - End of the Dear Frankenstein Saga

What happens when your only way out is so final, yet so beautiful?
When the only one you've got is your captor, your abuser?
When your chance at a legitimate escape is too far away, when you’ve just got to get away now?

 

I’ll tell you what happens:
You get a little crazy, a little careless.
You can’t remember all of the people who care for you, the ones who would miss you.
You get selfish.

 

You can’t see what causes it, so you can’t fix it… this dysfunction.
You know you can’t just change it, because you’re not the only one involved.

 

So… You run.
The first chance you get, you run.
But there’s no where to go.
You know they’ll come.
You know they’ll find you.
So, you run.
Just until you find a beautiful space.
It’s so beautiful, it might already be heaven.
You’ll find out soon.

 

It’s a beautiful cliff.
Maybe they’ll think you fell.
It doesn't matter.
Don’t leave a note;
Let them think what they will.

 

Jump.
Now’s your chance.
Hear them coming?
They’re closing in.
Quick!
Before they catch you.

 

This is your last chance to escape.
Jump.
It won’t hurt once you've hit the bottom.
It can’t be any worse than everyday.

 

Do it now,
Before there’s anymore pain.
Don’t start thinking.
They’ll get over you.
Move on without you.

 

Jump.
Before it’s too late again.
Just jump.
Nothing will ever hurt again.

 

Quick!
Do it quick!
Jump.
… Just Jump.

 

*This is the end of a tortured life.*

 

Turns out…

The bad guys win.

 …………


Details | Romanticism | |

When I Look Into Her Eyes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | ABC | |

Push Up

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

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

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

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

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


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





Details | Rhyme | |

Regret

Regret

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

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

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

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

8 August 2013 @ 1720hrs.




Details | Haiku | |

Bio in Short

It's been a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.

First Hollywood kiss
Behind a pink crepe myrtle.
Thanks, Patsy Werner.

High school was okay.
Didn't help me to focus;
So, my mind wandered.

Surfed Bonzai Pipeline,
Big waves break into lava.
What made me do it?

Vietnam jungles.
I wondered why I was there.
America lost.

Smoking pot. Stereo.
Good fun in the seventies.
Psychedelics too.

And three wives later,
I finally found true love.
We're still together.

My destitute heart,
Saved by the sweetest angel.
I love you, Sandy.

Sooners are my team.
Most winning football program
In the Modern Era.

I am retired now.
But I have plenty to do.
Golf, primarily.

I've been writing more.
Perhaps I will write a book.
I have many tales.

I'd chase young girls; but,
Girls with a "grampa" fetish
Are so hard to find.

If I am lucky,
I will just drop dead one day.
With my peace of mind.

Yes, made a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.


Details | Epic | |

Betch Please, Really

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodnight

Is life worth a try?
Would I be living a lie?
If I smile, would it break?
If I laugh, would it be fake?
I see the tears from the sky and me
See how self doubting I can be
The feeling of damp grass
The moment that's bound to last
The ways I could wash away
All the people who have gone astray 
Is it me to blame?
When can my feelings be tame?
Why is this world so dark?
When can I actually make a mark?
The tears all fall down
Ive been given a permanent frown 
Standing out is not a choice
Cant risk screaming with my voice
The sky is now dark blue
How many insults were true?
I wish I could be pure
They all hate me, I'm sure 
All eyes watch me every move
So much that i want to prove
why do i still put up a fight?
Why shouldn't i just say goodnight?
i don't have anyone to miss
could death give me a dark ending kiss?
Is there a reason for me to be here?
I all i can feel is numbing fear
I just want to feel the sun shine
To feel happiness throughout my spine
But that is just a dream
That will float away with my desperate scream
Help is the word i always say
I ask for it everyday
And what do i get?
I pile full of regret
I think it's time
To end my faith, my suffering, my rhyme


Details | Ballade | |

When this shell is gone

When this shell is gone

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

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

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

9 August 2013 @ 1737hrs.


Details | ABC | |

12-14-12

Just a day
“Good Night Mom and Dad” I said before I went to bed. “We love you” they said as they closed the door
Mom comes in and wakes me up “Time to go to school” as my feet hit the floor
I got dressed and ate breakfast and got my book bag and now we are on the go
We sit in the car listening to music “It’s Friday I think I’m a little excited tho
“Alright baby we here” as mom open the door to let me get out
She closed the door and kissed me on the head told me she loved me before she pulled off
Another day of school and it close to Christmas
I can’t wait to see Ashley and Alexus, today is show and tell as I said in a whisper
We had learning center day and Boy! Was it fun!
Today was a free day and on Friday there isn’t much to learn
The room was quite when the was a knock at the door, the door opened
A man with a big gun was standing there; my classmates panicked and started to run
I heard a lot of noises and a lot of screams
I felt a sharp pain in my back as I dropped to my knees
In the distant I heard more screams and then everything went silent
Then I closed my eyes it went dark and on the cold floor I was dying
The other side
It’s Thursday night and off to bed we go 
I kiss my 5 year old son Jaden and told him I loved him so
Alarm clock goes off and it’s around 6:15 in the morning 
I shower got dress and woke up Jaden my little darling
Its Friday, I fixed him breakfast and we headed out for the this last day until the weekend
I enjoyed our little drives to school as we sat in the car singing
I opened the door to let him out once more
Kissed him on the head and told him I loved him ill pick him up around four
I’m at work drinking coffee just talked to my husband on the phone
Got at my desk started to work and the my office phone rung
It’s about 9:30 and it was Jaden’s school
I got the news he was dead and I started to puke
I’m crying uncontrollably don’t know my next move
My son is dead, I can’t believe this news
I hurried to the school in the best of my ability 
I saw the school surrounded by medics, reporters, and police
I ran to a officer and demanded to see my son
He said “I’m sorry ma’am” I can’t do this at this time
At 9:32 my one and only son Jaden was pronounced dead
The shooter was 20 and took my son’s life in his own hands
The questions continue to flow through my head as I search for answers
I don’t need answers I need my son and his laughter
I am now sitting on his bed trying to swallow tears
My husband holds me close as reality nears
My little boy is gone among the other 19 kids
Heaven has 20 new angels now I hope he knew how much I love him  as much as  I did

R.I.P
(To the innocent lives that were lost in the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting)
12-14-12



Details | Free verse | |

Sitting Alone

Sitting alone here,
all by myself,
looking at a reflection that I do not recall.
I see a face looking back at me,
a twin,
but not my twin,
no I see a pale face,
I see jealously, pain, sorrow, and a frown
I see all the negative.
I see fear,
I see nothing.

I am sitting alone,
in my room
white walls surround me.
I hear the trains blow their horns off in the distance,
and the cars and trucks roaring down the lonesome highways.
I can even the crying and wailing of sirens
blazing down the avenues,
"Where is the fire, folks!?"

The wind blows through my window,
moving the blinds back and forth,
and I sit there alone,
smiling and singing a little.
Sitting there alone,
peaceful and tired
wanting to rest my head,
but scared too face the nightmares.
Too hear the voices of the dead
call out my name.
And I sit there alone
thinking of what once was,
beauty and harmony nomore
in my trial of certainty.


Details | Sonnet | |

Ghost orchid

what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
his tears caused contractions for his heart to pulse
floundered, looking for loves heartache to clutch
whimsical solace of her essence startles his impulse 

 shouldering the bane of a kiss that foreshadowed trifles
kooky huh? how time unleashes emotions restrained behind pride
 losing his beloved inamorata to an admirer she mollycoddles
his heart became friable to the echo of her suicide

It was the absence of a note that left his worries unverified
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
Now alone and without; a lovers heart is mummified
he will never love another as much

the “ghost orchid” has become her epithet
the rules of this game have changed, misère ouverte.







 I chose Bonnie Raitt “I can't make you love me” because when I listened to it it brought 
back memories of my childhood feeling second to my fathers work. His physical presence was 
always their, but his heart belonged to his work and still is. After listening to the song  5 or 6 
times I thought of the question, what makes the heart feel for something that it can't 
touch----like love, and went from there.


Details | Free verse | |

Never So Gracious

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


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.


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 | Rhyme | |

Forty Lost

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


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Tragic Feather

Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops


Details | Rhyme | |

Let me go

              Let me go
 show me out the door with kind words
  I want you to Love me ..
  not punish by Force
 My Prison, my warden 

                 Let me go
          My choice to be Free
      Free of suppression,  of my own creativity
       let me decide for myself
               my destiny 

                Let me go
           let go of me gracefully
     I belong to myself , children and God
       Let me go , let go of me 
                 I am free 
            to choose to love and give
                 I am Free 
          from what burdens me 
                now I am Free
            


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

With and Stand

With and Stand 


Bring me peace and I shall spare your life.
Seek me out and I shall be your champion.
Submit to me and I shall be yours a life time over.

Shalt I be in thy presence set pace and order me to lead your armies to victory.
Shalt I be thy warriors set pace and lend me your strength and fight even to death may it be.
Shalt I be thy partner set pace and bring my life, down, even to ruins at your very command it shall be.

Stand next to me be we equals in our lives fight next to me to be us comrades in our everyday rogue lives.
Fall next to me be we die together and not before or after the bloody moon.
Can we speak as one, no we may not.
Peace was brought by with passion.
Found with ever class over the moon and back submitted to and never lost with that a golden lock.

Order and set up we won the battles fulfilling our duties.
Stand proud me, your warrior won time and time again even death lost.
Partner good and evil may we rise to those who stand against us, never to fall upon another’s rules.

Have we won? No we haven't.

Bring me from the edge of death and I shall bring you harmony.
Sought me out for victory and I shall be your army.
Submit to your will, drive me over and back again for I shall be at to your noted command.

Brought back from the edge of death the songs of harmony are being sung.
Found by you, I pledge victory and thus I won you ever lasting life. 
Asked and received I shall have them bear arm to me as we follow your command.

With this I am at your mercy for you have saved me not once but twice there shall be no third.
I will fight to the bitter end; by your side shall I know your monarch will rein for many years.
With this blood badge this is my pledge to you.

Order me, lend me strength, see me as your equal, save me , treasure you, fight with the spirit of the warrior, and when it is all set in done shall I be in your hands or will you be in mine?





Details | I do not know? | |

From Then To Now

Hand in hand we walked 
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and 
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor 
Who for fun
We talked and laughed for 
hours
Because no stress was in our 
way
Anna and I smiled and laughed
And jumped on our bouncy 
castle
With nothing dividing us.

Side by side we walked 
together into Year 6
Some stranger stopped them to 
talk and broken we were alone
James and I talked about 
Doctor Who for fun
And we talked and kissed for 
hours
But misunderstanding broke us 
up
Anna and I still smiled and 
laughed
And joked about our bouncy 
castle
But secondary school was going 
to divide us.

With no one there I walked 
alone into Year 7
And a stranger became my 
friend and together we were 
two
Violet and I both loved Doctor 
Who
And James found Dominic
So James and I talked for mere 
minutes
And school started pulling us 
apart
Anna and I still laughed and 
smiled
Still promising to be friends 
Never letting it divide us

Suffocating and drowning I 
walked into Year 9
Hating how I was and feeling 
alone
Katie and Chloe were so pretty
And Violet so funny and all 
were better than me
James and I hardly talked or 
saw each other
But we still made the most of 
our friendship
As we were like family, stress 
couldn’t break us apart
Anna and I laughed but I did 
not smile genuinely
Because the bouncy castle was 
long gone
And our schools were beginning 
to divide us

Dead yet breathing I stand 
right now
And I hate who am I and every 
single detail
Fights broke us up and pulled 
us apart
So I can feel Katie, Violet and 
Chloe
Falling further out my reach
James moved house to a place 
unknown
And blamed me for never 
talking to him
But really it was because of my 
ex who was a girl
It was for something beyond 
my control
Anna and I were still friends; 
only by a thread
As she did not know about me
And how school broke me apart

So this is me now; I’m all alone
No longer the smiling young girl 
of reception
The only person talking to me 
is me
And the voice in side my head
You see; they all left me and 
always will
So now the only call I answer
Is that of my blades
And the darkness
That is constantly
Pulling me
Down


Details | Free verse | |

My Time Has Come

My Time Has Come

My time is over here in this body
I am being called home as my work is done here
I hear my Lords voice calling me home
Although I know I will miss this old world 
With all that I have seen and done
All the People I have met and talked to
My body can go on no more for it has reached it’s time

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Free verse | |

Peace

How queer the color of viscera
squarely foreign in my breast
To be the butcher and grim and goddess
All in one
Leaves identity succinct
Or identifies succinctness
If it has been
Then so it was always before

Therein is 'Peace'
Reposed and eyes rolling
Great, vacant saucers on vertiginous axis
She is quite the swollen beast
And on all fronts, she is terrible
If only you'll watch you may notice her growth
A malignant sort
An unwelcome appendage
I'd dash it out but I've already gone
Too pale and dogged in life to succumb
I curse her tenacity

She has a sister, I think
Or maybe a child
A child who lives down deep in my chest
A child who shrieks and tears down the walls
Perhaps she dislikes their pattern


Details | Free verse | |

What did I do to deserve this

What I do to deserve this heartbreak,
this horrid and unnatural pain,
this cleche of events that strike me simultaneously
as the time ticks away,
and as the grinning faces pierce a whole through my soul
and my heart turns pale and slowly beats.
My heart is torn in two,
and I cannot find the doctors to stich me up.
I ask an old man,
how does love go about,
he smaked me in the face and went on.
The pain and the sorrow,
it is too much to feel,
too much to gain in one serving,
When I eat, I taste posion, not passion,
familiar faces turn grey, with ruby eyes and sharp fangs
they hiss at me, like a cat to a mouse.
I don't understand why I deserve this.
I am a good man,
who loves with open arms and a big heart.
With every hug I give,
I recieve a knife of betrayal in my back,
I feel the blood ooze from my open wounds,
suicidal tendencies roll through my mine,
but I quickly throw them out,
because Mama didn't raise no coward.
I see the blow, I clench my fists
and swing away,
God cries wanting to stop this madness,
Death laughs and soon joins in,
people join in and punch away.
I lay there on the concret blood everywhere,
my heart torn out of my chest,
each with a thousand knives stabbed in it,
as it slowly beats,
I lay their on the pavement,
looking up to the heavenly skies,
and as it starts to rain droplets of hope
I ask myself,
What did I do to deserve this?
Then, I shall close my eyes
and rest for awhile.

-9/23/13-

Inspired by all the betrayal and heartbreak I've faced, by so many cowards who didn't want to recieve my love. People I had thought who were my friends, came with invitations of humiliation and hate, and now I see who my real friends are; this pen and paper... Have a good day.
P.S. No one should ever be shown this much betrayal and heartbreak. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Have a good day!


Details | ABC | |

In your memory

Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
 but you are not here,

to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,

our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.


in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)


Details | Narrative | |

Vesper

Her eyes, though once bright, are cloudy,
Shrunken and fragile the form
That long was brimful of vigor
And a will to outlast life's storms.
She stares past a blank horizon
Through a door that I do not know;
The colors she sees are mem'ries,
Scents and sounds of the long ago.

A kaleidoscope of faces
Turns merry-go-round in her mind;
While trees out her window whisper
Soft lullabies long left behind.
The sound of my cheery greeting 
Draws her back to this metal room,
Away from a creaking rocker
And her mama's sweet, gentle croon.

If is not my name she whispers
As I bend down to kiss her cheek,
But a name more dear than ever
Mine was is the name that she speaks.
"Papa," the feeble voice quavers.
I'm no more a part of her world;
The grandma that soothed my sorrows
Is once again Papa's wee girl.


Details | Free verse | |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

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


Details | 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 | Epic | |

Introduction

hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.

angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.


Details | Free verse | |

spectacles

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

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


Details | Lyric | |

Spread your wings

I can hear the angels sing. 
Boy go ahead and spread your wings,
And fly far away.
To a place you have never seen
Because you left home yesterday.
I'm sorry to say,
But it's alright
Everything is fine
Your family, they love you
And some are waiting to hold you tight.
So be proud, spread your wings far and wide
And discover the truth in your soul at the end of 
Your flight..


Details | Free verse | |

But with the evil, came the good

All turned down to the worst
as the children lost innocence,
as the bums drank their last breath away,
as the man eating sharks finding their way,
to the over-crowded sandy beaches,
as the man turn to the woman
and gave her a slap across the face,
as the thef steals in the night,
as the coward goes behind his loved ones' backs,
as the oil lanterns spill over and burn the bridges
to salvation and paradise.
Something always happens to the good guy,
a knife in the back in the midst of dawn,
his woman leaving with another man,
he dying slowly of cancer,
or suffering from intoxication of the blood.
Poison. Poison, ravages his body,
oh, how could God let such things happen
to such a good man?
His life work, his social life, his nirvana
all destroied, burned away, turned to dust.

But with the evil, came the good.
Yes with time and time again
repeating itself in a circle of time,
across the crossed faces,
as blue eyed Death smiles
and as the girls grin,
Everything came into place,
Anyway with evil, came the good.
Indeed it had came right to his front doorstep.


Details | Bio | |

Life must move on

Life must move on I guess
Yes we all had that before we met
And we made the two one
No more me no more you there was an us

Life must move on I am sure
Teenage dreams and desires must be put on hold
And welcome the realities of truth

Life must move on though it hurts
If we are meant to be for sure
I will be waiting at the other side.


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 | Free verse | |

Skin Deep

Achilles' heel 
You’re another day older
The world’s much colder
She…

It’s not your fault
They were taken 
Don’t blame yourself 
for God’s mistake
Is…

Her beauty reflects your own
Her life reflects your future
Chasing rabbits will get you there faster
Loss of faith will bring you there faster
Watching…

The ball drops
It’s clever to see
What happens to us
And here we are
Waiting…

Yes, 
Take the evil out of this
You’re stronger
She’s stronger and always,
Loving…


Details | Rhyme | |

The fading fire

The fading fire

The fire has gone where it must go
I've lost ferocious, sensual glow
Yet with it comes a love so strong
So gently sweet within it's song

With winters sweet maturity
The love that always lives in me
Becomes a lovely loyal force
Been tempered by such sad remorse.

Those days are gone when the body sang
And just one thing in mind did reign
It's gone from heat, to cosy warm
Warm, summers breeze, no more a storm.

When looking back, where would I be
If I had another chance at me
I'd choose to be here in the warm
Where love is gentle, not a storm.

21 September 2013 @0653hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

To a love ill never let go of, sorry

you whispered sweet doubts into my ears
but i was so blind to acknowledge the fears
ill never regret how i felt for you 
but you seem so far gone, i don't know what to do

i only did what i thought was right
but i guess i lost all fear and extinguished the light

Bay, i wish i never left 
but its to late to take it back

Bay, i wish i had some sort of sign
to know your OK

i have this horrible habit of making a mess of things
you might think it funny
but i jump when the phone rings

i hope you dont blame me for what happened 
but then again it must have been my fault
im sorry

i guess all those times i apologized were in advance
for the heartbreak that i probably brought down upon you
bay, im sorry, im sorry, im sorry if you ever read this
you'll finally understand the way i still feel about you 

nobody ever said it was easy 
but nobody ever said i would fall this hard

i miss you 

im sorry
im sorry 
im sorry 
im sorry
im sorry

please bay, im sorry 
please bay 



Details | Didactic | |

HARMONY OF MY OWN

The glory of rising sun brings a message of  hope.
Winds from the valleys and mountains enter the debris of my soul &.
in a delight of my own,,i woke up for the sake of my own.
i wished the world to be like a garden of my own,,,
but here few bring the cloud''s
few bring the metals..
few  burn the valley's 
few  r dictator''s .
it seems to be an unending journey of death & pain,,,,,,
but everytime i believe....THE SUN WILL RISE AGAIN.
THat's the harmony in my mind,,,
in my heart,,,
in my viens,,,,
in my soul...............tht's still  loving the enemy of my own..!!!!!
..............................................................................................................................................
.............................Live Green..............................................................................................
.............................love peace..........................................................................................
..k.


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 | Quatrain | |

Future Shock

Future Shock
Scheming together years ago, before the weekly executions,
dreaming of days we'd lift the fog of ignorance from the masses
and paradigms of stagnation shifted with cerebral solutions.
To no avail our heady course in theory only passes.

We knew the day, the hour, the minute how texts would be rewritten.
The generation of our spawn in classes they would read it.
History so enthralling, with learning would they be smitten.
Instead the propaganda beast so ravenous and we must feed it.

The old men while away their time with tales of a foiled coupe,
and students smile and avert their stare, it's better to be a number.
The One he loathes such minions who wish to think or do,
so all the day of arduous labor leads to fitful slumber.

Yes you and I, my loyal friend, matyrs in the making,
outwitting cowards that march us to the death of liberty.
But threats and greed lead to your word finally forsaken.
In brutal death at least my soul will wonder this world free.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Murder Of One Lead To Another

The Murder Of One Lead To Another


My death caused yours. I left without a fight like I had all those times before. Murder by my own self-indulgence. Looking how I had left you to your own devices, if I would had known that would be the cause of your death would I have been less self centered? Can you hear me singing to you as you slit your wrist and separate soul and body? Slowly slipping away as I sing the song of the 7 veils. I yearned for you, as you loved for me could we be the most perfect couple to die for selfish wish. What fools we are leaving this world just for a death we know nothing of. 
Stop! Return! Don’t leave me just yet! Are the words I hear as I return to living breathing state, I was returned back to this world? For you I could live on, for you I could die by your side, for you I would make you live forever with me. I was murder, you slit your wrist but in the moment of leaving this world we both was called back by the body we left behind. We came back hand and hand together to stay side by side. I was murder you slit your wrist, but in that last moment I came back for you and you came back for me. Did you see it our nearly over soul ready to be devoured and consumed by our greed? 
I was murder, as you slit your wrist. We tried to destroy our suffering and we nearly destroyed our bond. My death led to your death but in our final moment we were called back to this unforgivable world. Murder by self-indulgence, suicide of a broken heart, which was our ways out of this world. Thank you for calling me back.


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Relationship of Lies

'Good Night'
I say because it’s the proper thing to do while dating.

'Sweet dreams'
Is said, though I really don’t mean it.

'I miss you'
I said to make you happy, even though I don’t.

'Your eyes are pretty'
They really are, just not the eyes my heart longs for.


Details | Free verse | |

Rakes and Flames

As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores  and they understand.   They commune
their relationship and part with their memories;   and sigh.

They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the 
air and a rustling of rakes and flames. 

Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.  


Details | I do not know? | |

Escape

This is my escape 
I'm breaking free
This is my confession
I'm running away
Away from the past 
Away from the pain
I'm letting go 
'Cause I'm tired
Tired of this pain.
So,
This is my escape 
I'm breaking free 
This is my confession 
'Cause I'm running out 
Out of time 
So let me go!
'Cause I'm taking off now
I'm flying away
Away from the past 
Away from the pain
'Cause I've had enough
Enough of this tragedy.
So,
This is my escape 
I'm breaking free
This is my confession
No more to be afraid
No heartbreak
'Cause I no longer will take this pain!
Away from the past 
Away from the pain
So,
This is my escape
I'm breaking free
This is my confession 
I will no longer let you bind me!


Details | Couplet | |

The Feeling

From deep within a silence grows
Vastly spreading, yet no one knows
No one knows of what's to come
The Feeling is sudden, then it's done.
Often with pain, fits of sorrow
The Feeling leaves nothing, not even a morrow
With much haste, take one last breath
We all succumb to The Feeling of Death.


Details | Ballad | |

Young looking lady in the tunnel

As I passed on
The sign on
The chair that says:
Martin place

A young looking lady
With brown hair
And blue dress
Smile at me.

I myself smile at her
As a response
And I think its a very reational response
Instantly about 5 seconds
Our eyes f*c*k.

She didn't say word
I got some of it
In my head 
Unspoken though

Then the tunnel exhales
Wind sweeping
On her perfume
Only small amount
I could smell

The train blows its breath
And its approaching like a bull
Then it stops in front of her

She expand her chest
And I can hear my eyes screaming
For her to stay there
And continue this sensual
Eye romance
Just for one minute 

Strangely I think
She heard my inner scream
She stop and give a smile
But her feet takes her
towards the train

The door close
As she disappear
I Try to look for any resemblance of her
I think it was also blown by the train
Even her scent was gone.

Now Im alone 
i felt like smoking
I grab my left pocket
And I still have a half of it
The cigarette

I lit a stick 
Rode the escalator
I feel like walking on
the crowded street of George street.

Maybe I will one day
see her agin 
hundred days from now
This
young looking lady
With blue dress who smile at me.





-comments please mate- TY


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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 | Couplet | |

How Many Times

How many times does God forgive,
Again and again, please just live,
How many times, can you fall down,
Over and over, you’ll be found,
How many times will I just pray,
For all your pain to go away,

For you were once my dearest friend,
In my heart your presence ends.

How many days go quickly bye,
How many birds sing when they cry,
How many cherubs fight for you,
How many angels dance the blues,

How many demons tried to take,
How many stripes for our mistakes,
How many times could I confess,
I never loved you any less
I never loved you any less.


How many times does God forgive,
Again and again, please just live,
How many times, can you fall down
Over and over, you’ll be found’
how many times will I just pray,
for all your pain to go away,

For you were once my dearest friend,
In my heart your presence ends.


By: Sabina Nicole
Written: For DRS


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Times' Wall

Adding to the eons past, its’ content there to swell
Are the names of friend and foe, whose names we’ve known quite well.

There upon the Halls of Time, those names are etched so deep
As silent, lonely sentinels which eternity shall keep.

The clock will tick ‘til someday hence – a day we know not when
Our name is called and then installed as our recompense

For all we were, or would have been, reduced by that one call
To just another name … etched upon Times’ Wall. 


Details | Free verse | |

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..?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Feather Beauty Bright

I spy, a feather beauty bright
With speckled blush on breast
Basking within the thicket light
Dancing round about her tiny branch 
 
Your fluttering sight beholding
Within the snowy briar
Bathing among the warmth
Of the morning's golden glory

Its brilliance your own crown of halo
Like a sunburst that swallows
Up the end of February's sigh 
As other feathers flusters zoom right by

The ginger little fellows all dappled, scramble
A merry-go-round within a flight
Threading joyous song throughout your bramble
As further flocks of scurry, hurry fly

On parade teasing wings of faerie sprites
A musical path of crisscross kites
But, you little one are the daring, bursting forth
With higher operatic songs, to startle and scold those spry

Feather beauty bravely 
Upon your perch chest thrust out boldly
Nonsense rhymes and a new found might
Chase away the imps of finch and thrush
And keep yourself the sunbeams for its light

And bask yourself once more this time
Among the drops of melting dripping snow
And gather up all tis full
Feasting here, where the wild wild berries grow
 
But, in the end you are their kin 
And soon, my fairy feathered friend you too must go
Out, onto twittering leafy stemmy stem and off...
Into the yonder of the coming spring to rove


Details | Romanticism | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Passion And Shame Torment Him

otra vez,otra vez` I do, say and say again I am the rock star of the ring I risk my life again and again for fame, Some might think of my passion As just being poetic and practical Or simply culture or unethical However, nevertheless not when my life is on the line Stronger than a herd of Buffaloes Faster than the Speed of a race horse, He is now broken free of his corral A streak of fury, rushes me Despite my fear of dying, My main focus is to Take the bull down by its horn >> I looked deep into his eyes, I saw mingling of rage I carefully swung the cape, A taunt of furling red Aiming for its horns The crowd roars, while The old ladies sob for the bull The men cheers for Salvatore the Matador Nothing more stimulating than the ladies with the beautiful smiles The bull is going to die


Details | Senryu | |

12-21-12

The end of the world — 
I will see you all in hell.
May I rest in peace.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

You're My Plague

You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart throbs in unease You carry me off to a far-off island Your breeze keeps me flowin’…scraping sand Your names escapes my lips I tell myself, “Get a grip, dude…” But you decided to intrude... My blood drips to the floor I’ve been losing balance… The instant you pushed me aside Your quietude devours me… I can’t help, but hide… I feel horribly disheartened…feelin’ too insignificant To start my day with a good note Too discouraged to be motivated to run… You trade me your pain in the past I consume it like a bear My stomach is churning persistently…you’re running too fast… I’m dowsed in despair My eyes stare vacantly…into space…they roam happily Your vigilance keeps me safe and sound…I dwell in your tranquility Your dreams caress my own… This intriguing comfort never makes me feel alone I’m under your dazzlin’ spell… This is heaven – not living hell! I’ve been bruising myself over you…for a while now The moment you abandoned me that night… Your rejoicing mends my gash…heals my mind… I think better of you – everything’s black and white I feel so exquisite when I’m around you… So inspired to reveal my might…just shine your light On me…and remember to meet me at sun rise… But I still feel malnourished… By your sweltering disease My heart refuses to beat in perfect rhythm – my high hopes nearly perished By your forceful breeze…pushing me on my knees I’m stumbling off my feet – I’m not at all pleased I’m not in the mood to be teased… I’m suffering…I’m not discreet How did you push me off my feet? Why do you make ME feel so damn miserable and incomplete? You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart pounds as I fall upon my blood-stained knees You carry me away to an unknown place Your voice still rings in my ears… I glance at your admirable face I’ve faced you way too many times – Your sparkling with majestic brilliance and pure grace


Details | Free verse | |

Bon Voyage

tattered, yellow napkin
softly settles into the murky lake
as it absorbs it's last spill
our names in gold, still legible

this ring, never fit, seldom worn
"I love you" etched innermost
I know you do, I just couldn't say it much
now I can, but you don't hear

it's cold out, especially on the water
our favorite time, autumn's change upon us
our old craft, tattered sail I told you I'd fix
before your birthday that never came

now why bother, It's the final voyage
a muted splash as the ring follows
and I sit, shivering silently in the blue dusk
the cold urn between my knees

now raised, and poured
a cloud of dust, your earthly remnants
ashes to ashes to water to earth
our dreams unlived, dissolved like you

in the muddy waters we once loved
nothing left for me: no us, no time
I follow your lead, but not softly, not muted
a last gulp and it's really not bad

Sinking, thinking, wishing
watching our boat bobbing beneath
silence is screaming, I gasp
I'm warmed as I see your smile.


Details | Rhyme | |

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…


Details | I do not know? | |

Without You



Without you,

worn down, weary,
staggering into tomorrow,
dissolving my todays, grim, dreary,

I crawl, slipping out of my skin,
flinging laughter, joy, contentment,
into the gaping abyss of life's dustbin.

Without you


Details | Free verse | |

One Last Breath

When you truly know that life is worth living
When you truly feel that love is for giving
To die is a beautiful thing.

When you truly feel that hate is forbidden
When you truly know that death is worth heeding
To try is a beautiful thing.

Fate then becomes no more than a brief sweet moment,
Hanging upon anyone’s stiffened husky throat,
Waiting for our merciful God’s healing,
To release it in: 
One 
Last 
Breath.


Details | Free verse | |

MY FAREWELL TO CHILDHOOD

Sunrise was rising
behind the blue mountains
facing the stunning Bay
of Naples.


Ah! No thought was more 
painful than my farewell
to childhood that had started
and soon gone!


Why was deep sadness
anticipating tomorrow...
weren't others wishing me
good fortune? 


Why wouldn't a smart boy
live his happy future
where gold was a promise...
was it fear?


With an incredible  
strength I carried my weight...
enduring many pains,
losing heart.


Details | Rhyme | |

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?


Details | Rhyme | |

All That's Sure Is the Season

Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason.
So much laughter, so many tears,
Yet all that’s sure is the season.

To few, all my days;
So many spent simply breezin’.
Should I regret their waste
When all that’s sure is the season?

What’s it been about anyway?
Perhaps there is no reason.
Did so want to learn the truth,
But all that’s sure is the season.

Always tried to consider others.
‘Tis much easier to be pleasin’. 
How many are my friends?
All that’s sure is the season

Felt the urge to make my mark.
Fame or fortune was my reason.
Fear of failure was my tether,
For all that’s sure is the season.

A man of Christian faith,
Hope God finds me pleasin’.
Fair chance tho’, I’ll go to Hell,
Yes, all that’s sure is the season.

So what of value will I leave?
Hearts and souls I may be teasin’
With too few words too few will read,
While all that’s sure is the season.

Approaching the winter of my years, 
Never yet found my reason;
But thank God for each extra day I search.
Still, all that’s sure is the season.


Details | Free verse | |

Open your eyes

Open your eyes ..
Love is a shadow constricting you up close
And when you sleep it lays next to you..

Love is a force that drags you, possesses you, 
And fills you up with memories of today for a life of tomorrow..

Love is a sword cutting through the soul..
Leaving you breathless for eternal moments that will never come back 

Love is like a feather blown by the wind, 
And injected in our hearts by a single wish... 
To never be alone!

Love is an aura..
We all have one, yet we can't see it or touch it,
We Have to believe  its there, and it will show up..

               ..to give us a chance to trust, to build, to fall,  and get up;  over and over again!


Details | 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 | 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 | Free verse | |

Reflections of Love

I need to heal and fast,
I can feel the time running out, all too soon.
But can't push myself out of the agony,
The threads of pain pull me back like a puppet.
 
I seem wrong to be grieving now, odd one!
Everybody else is no longer black,
Me, haven’t seen the sunlight for long;
The mansion, its corridors, the rooms  now my world.
 
The wound in my heart is still too fresh,
It forbids me from a sunset on the beach,
It forbids me from running or skipping,
It forbids me from laughter and joy...
 
In denial: they say but it's not all true, I accept
I know he is dead, He is no more
But do I dump him in my past and move on?
The thought makes me hate myself!
 
He would want you to smile again, live further..
Strangers tell me his likes and wants, the know-it-alls.
I look straight ahead and avoid their prying eyes
It’s a losing battle, I know but let me lose in grace...
 
Visitors keep pouring in, with flowers and tears.
He was a man loved by many, the crowd proves it,
Everybody seems shocked and pale but not as lost as me
I glide along the windows, reliving the shadow of memories...
 
The moments were many, uncountable even,
It crushes my soul to think, they are all I have,
I see his fingerprints on the window panes,
I search for mine too, just beside him they lay...
 
The garden is being watered, but by a strange hand
The plants understand the master is now below them, 
He will never enjoy their colors or drive away moths
His ashes and scent scattered around the mango tree..
 
I smile at the garden then burst out laughing,
Before I know, warm tears run down my nose
But there still lingers a smile, wet with glistening tears
I am happy he lived, he lived full and more...


Details | I do not know? | |

Within Me


Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.



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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 | Free verse | |

Window of Moments Past

Every day I find myself looking through my window
Like a pathway into my whole life
I can see every sweep, every hogwash moment

Now I am like the final viewer
All these years I have been growing up not know of now
Until now, which came to swiftly

Moments of the past; of the future
all coincide with these young thoughts
which so abruptly stop my mind

Life, which was once a gift to me
Once again posses me to be it's humble prisoner
and again I see that this is all it can be




Details | Free verse | |

Beauty will always shine through

You have such an angelic face
Porcelain white skin
or lucious brown pigment
It does not matter
Angels come in all shapes and sizes
And many shades of the rainbow
if you take the time to look beyond the skin

I never knew you sweet one
and I only recently seen your smile
Miles away it touched my heart and soul

Your eyes twinkled with so much light and promise

Evil decided to close your eyes that horrific day!!

but your image will forever be etched in my heart dear one!!

Nothing can erase that from my mind

I hold you dear one so close in my memories

Heaven could not wait 
God has bigger plans
In a world much more beautiful than our own
where you can spread your wings
and make such a difference 
to all those who took this journey with you!!
Angels must remain together

I will never forget you dear ones

I close my eyes each night now
and pray for your enternal happiness

I pray that one day this will end

but my heart falls

and slips through my fingers

I can not grasp such horror

or understand such evil

My heart is litterally broken and bleeding

and my tears can not erase such pain!!

I am now left to remember the beauty

admist a image mixed with such horror

All the dark smudges splashed across my canvas

of my beautiful angels

Beauty will always shine through!!

Chrissy M. Pierce-Guzman 2012


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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 | Ballad | |

Jock

Jock.

Now Jock he was a friend of mine
In those good old army days
When teenage boys were herded in
And made to change their ways
He told me one fine summer’s day
With a big blue sky above
"I'm glad that I'm a soldier boy
This army life I love".

They shipped him off to good old Nam
Placed a rifle in his hands
And said "now you're a soldier boy
I hope you'll understand
We're fighting those old Vietcong
You've got to see us right
You don't know what it's all about!!!
Nor us, just go and fight"

Poor Jock ain't with us any more
God bless his poor old mum
Our lad he was a forward scout
No use his bloody gun
As the flying metal put him down
Our jock the hero died
As politicians wined and dined
So many tears were cried.


Details | Free verse | |

Jimmy, El Nopalero

[Nopalero = one who deals with/sells edible prickly pear cactus leafs/pads]

Aiiiii, Jimmy --
what shall we say, now that you've gone,
worst fear realized:  your body discovered,
days later, in your filthy Mexican rooms,
amid the soiled papers littering the floors
reeking of cat urine and layer upon layer
of dried and fresher feces.
These feral cats were your most faithful companions.
You thought yourself their benefactor
and, perhaps, their savior.
We were told that, after your demise,
when the door opened, all 21 fled,
never to return.  You left us,
unbathed, smelly, shunned,
just weeks before your birthday,
having almost (but not quite) suffered
through 80 years, the last 30 spent
in bordertown Mexico.  You, daily, crossed
the bridge to claim your mail -- which (for a fee)
promised to guarantee that you would be a winner
of lotteries, sweepstakes, miraculous windfalls.
You subsisted on senior coffees at McD's, 
on your pitiful government assistance,
since you were unwilling to abandon your 
feline family.
You blamed your life on abuse by brothers
(all dead long before you)
and you could not understand
why richer acquaintances --
virtually everyone --
were unwilling to share with you
their bounty.
In the plazas, you were a familiar sight,
selling whatever you could:
you were "el viejo gringo," "el Jimmy," "el nopalero,"
and other less generous
(but, perhaps, appropriate)
names.
You knew animals, had some expertise with birds.
Your chief preoccupation was yourself,
and your main complaint was that you
never got your just deserts.
But no one deserves to end
as you did --
unclaimed, a foreign body,
interred in Mexico
in an unmarked pauper's grave,
a "fosa commun."  You only wanted
to be loved.  RIP my friend; 
I did not mean to be unkind.
James Milford Pierson, 27 February 1934 - 2 February 2014.


Details | Free verse | |

I Can't Stop

I can’t stop for you now You are holding me by reigns that don’t exist Why are you holding so tightly? I can’t breathe—I can’t understand! I allowed you to take my hand for the ride I’ve allowed you by my side But you turn away when others arrive I feel like I’ve been tugged by the lot of kings Of cruel beings threatening to chop my wings I feel tattered and sore And the journey drags because you always want MORE What more can I do? I can’t stop for you to catch up Hitch on or move on! If you can’t see that I care Why are you here? How much more should I bear? I’m torn without your smile The extra silence squeezing from bile I don’t mind the quiet but I hate your screaming I can’t always be the one to be intervening I can’t stop for you on every road bump I’ve got to keep going—I’m sorry You don’t have to be behind You can go on ahead—would you rather be dead? These harnesses are nothing—your effortless frustration kills me And if you say nothing, what say I? Must I stay and wait for you to reply? Must there always be a hello—a goodbye? WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES WE ALL HURT OVER WORDS Why then, can’t we heal over silence?


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Grown

Look at me I'm grow.
I want to be out on my own.
I always did what I was told, but now I'm grown.

No need to worry just stay off my back.
Take a chill pill and relax.
Don't want to hear the facts cause I already know, I'm grown.

No more telling me what I can and what I can't and what I am and who I ain't  
I know who I am make no mistake. 
I was young once but now I'm grown.

Good-bye to all these stupid rules and bed time curfews.
I'm through! 
That stuffs for someone who's three.
But not for me, why? cause I'm grown.

SOME TIME LATER.....

Yes, finally I'm out need I say more?
I almost pushed you down trying to get out the door.
I was free but found out what that word really means.

"Responsibilities"

First come the job then came the bills.
No time to spend with my friends.
No time to stay home and chill.

Didn't like that deal.
Lost my job so I started living off the streets.
Now I'm in a jail cell, tomorrow will be a week.

If only I had listened to you.
Things would not have turned out this way.
Remember when I use to say I'm grown?
I was wrong...


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 | Free verse | |

Neece and Humbug

It was Valentine when I lost someone dear. This poem is that reminiscence. _____________________________________________________________________| You and I were close. Of course, we were. You my big sister and I am Humbug. Your nickname is Neece - Rosie in school. I remember how you looked when I was only nine. You were a beautiful girl full of life. Us both liked the wrestling and watch this a lot. I became disinterest in the sport. You watched because you said you really enjoyed seeing a man as a punching bag instead of a woman. We would go out uptown and party. We laughed together in our mutual environment. We dance when we wanted to dance. I truly miss you Neece. We are six years apart. Made a difference when I was a girl but now it does not because both of us are adults. You left me on Valentine in 2009. Five years later, I write these lines. I am bereaved; however, I now rejoice in your life. My beloved sister Neece, Rosie such a beautiful name, I see you are in tranquility through an hourglass. Farewell _______________________________________/ User Name: Verlena S. Walker Nom De Plume: Oblivion Dark Sunshine Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Contest Name: Take Two Date of Entry: March 31, 2014 ~This poem was entered Poet Destroyer A Contest Name Any Poem Goes #14 and I do not, for the real of me, know why it did not place in the top three and from there, not at all. Therefore, I am submitting it in your contest Nette - Take Two.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

When Did Loving Us Stop

When did we grow a part
Surely there can be no date assignment
Nor can a time of the hour or minute placed
When did we become selfishly alone
Preferring the singular to the plural in tone
When did loving each other take the preverbal back seat
With vain wisdom filling our hearts
When did touching excite no more
The sensations callused by prideful numbness
When did thoughtfulness tenderness and kind words
Thus exchanged for screaming hurtfulness and distraught 
When did trust slip away as sand in an hour glass
Spying each other- knowing it could not last
When did honor turn into threats
Threats of self-preservation by disarmament
When did our breath die to seek servitude as one 
As passion was placed into a closet  – we entered the ring
When did love stop- we now needing new air
When did we die and we simply did not care


Details | I do not know? | |

Soldiers Song Sung

Confoundly forward marches the soldiers bravely twords the war
Ongoing is the beat of the drum that leads these men 
To where the single trumpet plays a rebeling score 
A battle ground where battles implore gore, the grapheties of war 
 The generals encharge more, once again obeastities twords the poor 
This includes those enchored, the entangled, the ignored 
War, it's so upstrangled, oh and I disincluded those forced 
So have I yet struck a displaced chord, should I this poem abort 

Caught between the memories, the struggle just to make it through
An empty wide open, and the millions of motions which gracefully do
Fought where theres freedom, brought here just for you
Those feelings make you an empty crew, fight it, don't get blue

Because now in this silience it's just me and you
Nothing more left here that will ever be new
I walked ten miles tonight
Attention diverted arms draw up tight
I surrenered the time 
To get the answers right
The question forever there remains the same
I am no longer there, your to blame
Spinning circles emotions bringing forth the cause
I felt the whole world open putting that time on pause

The dawn begins at zero hour
The canyons flames burn at its blistering bowels
The range is now a burning ridge
My thoughts are now only a burning bridge
My eyes feel so empty without you in by my side
It hurts so much the whole crew got caught in the fight
With unswept memories I only stir though the night
I've wept, I've prayed, and then I cried
Searching for an answers of why you died


Details | Quatrain | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Yet Another Reflection

I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust
Before my very eyes.

No answers forthcoming
To my many questions,
Most important, "Why?"

"A fool are you,"
I stand thinking.
"There is no disguise."

To worry so about
What matters not
In the by and by.

Trials have strengthened.
Sorrows kept me human.
No point to analyze.

"Life is for living,"
An ultimate truth
I finally realized.

Sooner than later
Might have been better,
Had only I been wise.

I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust....
A twinkle in my eye.


Details | Rhyme | |

Calling A Soilder Home

Hearing your voice as it beckonds in my ear,
I can still see your smile as my eyes shed a tear.
Memories of you I still carry each day,
as I go back to this place where they led you away.
They sounded off the guns with the twentyone gun salute,
you served so proudly in your worn soilder boots.
The battle crys could be heard through your fellow soilder's ear,
as he slapped the ground hard it came true his worst fear.
Recalling the day shots went off as you clutched your chest,
saying goodbye to the world as your soul went home to rest.
A flag was carefully folded in rememberance of you,
an honorable acknowledgement of when you served the red, white and blue.
I see you in my dreams holding your flag up high,
as you sling over your shoulder your big green duffle bag as you wave goodbye.
Displaying a big grin as it dances across your face,
as you disappear into thin air stridefully full of grace.


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 | Free verse | |

Signs

I love you so much more than the sun in the sky
Love you so much girl, and just can't tell exactly why
To confess my love, to you, is all I wish to say
Tell you outright, at the break of each new day

Our worlds seem to align 
And it's not by design
I want you in my arms forever, to be mine
Oh love, just give me a sign

I've had none before, and well, you've had nine
But with this I am fine
To the shores of forever, with you, I will find
If you just give me some Signs

Signs, from you and above, oh how I'm praying for
Please pretty girl, won't you open the door?
Leave me crying on the floor
Leave me girl, wanting so much more

How can lonely hearts mend?
Find others for their love to send
All across the sands of these times
Show me the way, give me some Signs

You could turn a whole life's world around
Without the utterance of a sound
You could halt his childish whines
If you just gave this poor boy some Signs

Signs, from you and above, oh how I'm praying for
Please pretty girl, won't you open the door?
Leave me crying on the floor
Leave me girl, wanting so much more

Yet here I am, sitting alone and broken
No words to you have been spoken
Why am I so shy? Where did the days go?
Oh how they fly and Oh how you glow
Nothing left to do now, but wait for new Signs


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | I do not know? | |

Mirror Images

The distorted image I see,
Looking into this mirror
Really isn't the person
That I know to be me.

I can't see clearly
The beauty that lies within
This person that GOD has created
The one I know to be me.

Maybe I'll throw this mirror down
Then these images will go away,
No longer will I be distorted.
I'll be whom I know to be me.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sky is Falling

I write an awful lot of stuff about Our Lord and Savior
Some say that's enough as with them I curry little favor
They heard it all before and it's all a bunch of nonsense
"For you know not what is in store so just get off of my fence"

Some knowing me only by name may dispense their displeasure
For it is all such a shame in the stated terms of my measure
But this is not I in which you see, no this is not me at all
By Jesus I was forever set free and I am only relaying His Call

And why all the time for where is the sense of such urgency
For in each and every rhyme there seems to be an emergency 
Acting like the sky is falling and the world is about to end
Many even find it appalling in these the messages that I send 

But I have read the Bible and am only basically writing a report
Know that you could be held liable before my opinion you abort
With so many prophecies fulfilled certainly to you this is clear
As the time that the Father has Willed is now certainly getting near

Matthew 17:17


Details | Prose Poetry | |

These Salty Waves Pt 1

What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!


Details | Free verse | |

New Home



I found a place 
in the middle of the trees 
with a thin asphalt egress 
that made it easy 
to cycle to the village. 
I was surrounded by 
the aliens of the earth 
with their secret languages 
and concentrated lives. 
I truly lived among strangers, 
not those wanting to know me 
or able to know me. 
It was like the world 
before I opened my eyes. 
It was here and far away.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Suicide letter

No one is happy all of the time
But for me I can never find happiness
And every day is a struggle for survival
Fill with pain and hurt and loneliness.

I try to find understanding in the world
But there are no time outs for my situations
And every second that goes by
My life is sinking deeper in depression

Then one night the sunshine’s on me
And the hope of love and happiness came
And a bright future seems reachable
But to that sunshine my love was just a game

And my heart become over ridden with pain
And my soul accepts the suffering that arrive
And no matter how hard I try to fight it
My mind is saying take your own life

For love is a powerful universal emotion
That every one of us so dearly seeks
And it can make our life whole and complete
And when we don’t get it our will to survive gets weak

Trying to live with depression was hard enough
But now knowing I found love that I couldn’t save
It’s just more than I can take right now
And the grim reaper is calling me to the grave

Yes I do have the love of all my family
But family love is complexly different love
It could never protect you with any comfort
When you are hurt by the girl you dream of

And just the though of some one else holding her
When she was the one to be your future wife
I just could not take the pain and suffering
So please forgive me god as I plan to take my life

People will say what a fool he was to do that
No woman is worth for you to die for
But it’s easy to say that because they don’t know
How much I really really truly loved her

Suicide thoughts are buried deep into my mind
And every day is coming closer to the end
And I give in for my mind now control me
Very soon it will be fulfill, but no one knows when


Details | Rhyme | |

leavin you behind

im goin on with my life
and leavin you behind
i love you still
but i will not go crawling back
you gave me alot of love
but also heartache and sorrow
maybe itll b better tomorrow
you hurt me bad
and it used to make me sad
and then it changed
i got mad
youll always be my first love
you used to be really special
and finally im goin on with my life without you
and leavin you behind


Details | I do not know? | |

A Hollow Shell

a hollow shell
of tangled synapses
sparked into gradual madness
which drowns out the truths of the day
as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments
that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams
dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence
dreams that reached for pure love’s tender touch
dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive
what became of those fresh dreams and hopes
as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves
torn into shreds by time’s fine scimitar
devoid of the touch of raw passion
when all that remains of love is
a hollow shell


Details | Free verse | |

How Do I Let You Go

What will be
Will be!
I know of this, first hand
Your life was taken away
So abruptly!
I will 
Never forget
That day!
Till the day 
My body dies
And
I am with you, again!

“How was I to prepare myself?”
With 
That kind of 
Life changing, event!
You 
Didn't warn me 
You
Were permanently leaving!
I hope 
You know 
How much “I love you”
Know
You will never be forgotten!

I don’t know 
What 
Has got into me!
Consciously
I feel you
Inside me
I see images
Of your face 
So clearly!
Am I crazy 
To believe in this, my love?

“Are you still with me?”
“Is my imagination 
Playing cruel tricks
Running rampant
As
I talk with you
As if 
You were by my side, right now

In my heart and mind
Your face etched
Imprinted
Like a blue print
That never fades
Your foot prints 
Still remain, beside me
My heart beats
Eternally
Trying to make sense of everything!

Forgive me, my love
For being so strong in my feeling
For it has been a long time
Since I lost you, my friend
Something 
I haven’t
Quite
Got over!

My heart 
Having 
A mind of its own
Aching 
To be with you, still!
To see you
To smell you
To touch you
To taste you
One
Last time!

I want to say “Goodbye” 
Once and for all!
As 
We have
Brought out
The best and worst 
In each other
Rivers run deep
When it comes to you and me!

We have had our fair share of fights and arguments
Stubborn disagreements
All of them
Meaningless
Now
You cease to exist!

I miss your lingering touches
Your hand, stroking my face
Your big, blue eyes
Looking into mine
Your warm lips
Your rough, unshaven face 
The way you
Passionately
Kiss me
While
We make love, till dawn

I miss
All those nights
You kept me 
Safe and warm!
I miss
Your
Loving embrace
I miss
Your
Reassurance!
“Am I ever going to feel the same, with another?”
Just
As 
I felt
In your arms, my love?

How
Do I let you go?
How
Do I set myself, free?
I am ready
To love, again!
With 
‘Our eternal love’
Supporting
And 
Guiding me
Especially
In times, like these!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Lyric | |

Naked and Ashamed -Part 2-

I need some time to reflect
To dive into my imagination…to ponder as I sink
Into my sea of thoughts and paradise...
I'm on a mission... 
To discover a previous prize
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
If I could, I could surely give it to you...and fulfill your fantasies
If I could, I could invite you inside my mind...
If I could, I could make you fly away from the world's anxieties 
If I could, I could find
You treasure... Beyond measure 
This feeling has no name...it has no specific label...
This feeling hunts me down like game...but I must remain capable 
Of saving myself and you of course...
Baby, don't get outtah course... You know what I mean
Baby, I want to know what's on your mind...I don't want to force
To answer me immediately...but I want the answer...

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
They all say it's greener on the other side of the barbwire fence...
Don't fence me in...with your powerful actions and love... I know you...I ain't dense 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Hey x3
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day? 
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
I wanna make you happy for the rest of your life... And delete the strife
From your stressful, fast-pace life


Details | Free verse | |

Everyone's Gone

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to look up to...not one...
Not one will be kind enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the debris
There's no one there to save me...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
I guess I'll find my way out of this maze
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to dawn upon me

Everyone's gone
I'm dealing with so much trauma 
I'm watching for any signs of support...
Hear my echoes of pain...
It drives me insane...
Catch me before I fall off the cliff...

Everyone's gone
I'm all skin and bones
I'm trapped like a hunted animal
The predator took a bite into me...
Don't just watch me suffer...
Deserted in this lonesome state

Everyone's gone
I'm kicked around like a soccer ball 
Hear me as I call...
Help me to stand tall

Help me... 
Reach up to the sky
To feel the coolness seep through me
Help me...
To be inspired to write more uplifting songs
Help me think more positively - help me wave g'bye
Help me...
Forgive me for all of my wrongs...

Everyone's gone
I'm a screwed-up building
I need you to be my backbone 
Straighten me up...help me to be stiff like a soldier
About to enter another horrifying war
Support me today...
And stick with me tomorrow!

I want to let go of the past memories...
Scaring away my happy moments and delights 
I want to smear away the blasphemies…
Obliterating my blissful days and nights

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to depend on...not one...
Not one will be brave enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the city
There's no one to show me the jolly sun...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
Fine… I'll find a way to get out of this nightmare 
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to give me strength instead of fear 


Details | I do not know? | |

Owed to Steve,

Ode to Steve,

You controlling backstabber, you've lost control of me. 

You took what you could get, but it belonged to me.

Self Respect, you have none of, So you took mine from me.

You believed you were entitled, That it should all be free,

You think the whole world owes, and you think your due.

you steal from everyone, no one is exempt from you.

I wish they'd all punch you in the eye and kick you in head.

for everything you've lied about and everything you've said.

All the years I wasted,  you wrecked them all for me

All the holidays and family times, days that should be great, 

you destroyed them all for me, and now its you i hate.

you only have yourself  to blame, and you have sealed your fate.

All the slander, and the lies you spread, 
 
what comes around goes around.

I pray that karma's true, that's my wish for you.

I hope You get what you deserve, but multiplied times two.

It is my life, I've taken it back, 

I'm finally rid of you.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Free verse | |

Less Than A Day

The touch of your whispers has blown through the air
And the wave of summer disappears in the sand
There’s nothing to stop these memories are gone
Let the playbook now rest for the feelings they’ve stopped
Slowly it turns the small hands on your wrist
The knots in your belly have clenched like a fist
You picture the east and close her eyes
For the dawn’s a coming in all of our lives
The night’s now bleeding forever it tilts
Circling the orbit no rest from the filth
Rivers are flowing and spirits are dim
And the skies from the ocean will always stand still
The pain from the east has moved to the west
These days are numbered just like the rest
Blind in the rivers the hand clears it away
The whole world has changed in less than a day


Details | Rhyme | |

There lives a man

Thoughts echo, mental void,
Deep, dark, empty void,
****ed it here, ****ed it there,
****ed it up, ****ed it up.
Demons come and demons go, 
Demons live and demons sow,
Demons die , demons lie, 
Demons cloud demons pry.
Sober thoughts, drunken words, 
Red skys , infernal birds.
In the dark , there lives a man,
Alone and cold, there lives a man, 
There he sits a simple man, 
Soul abandoned , a lonesome man,
He wants to die, deaths a thought, 
Whats the point , just a thought,
Angels cry, and demons hiss,
Living life, voided bliss,
Life will come and life will go, 
A dark man comes here, to and fro, 
Prys his eyes and pricks his brain, 
Slowly still he goes insane, 
In the dark there lives a man,
Trying to do the best he can, 
Dieing is just a simple plan, 
Will he try? he can he can, 
At what cost, does life come too, 
Red white black and blue, 
No one but himself to blame, 
No one but himself to shame.
There a man, still a boy, 
Yearning for his ode to joy.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Lost love

  

              Once was a love so real an true never willing to die
               She was so real caring looking back it all flew by.
               Seems like a dream urging so real oh what I'd do 
                To feel that love agin oh what I'd do.


               She left to soon life cut to short oh lord how I feel ripped
               Apart  her love is never ending she lives in the pictures of my mind
               An in my hart how I'd love to hold her an talk to her one day
               When it's my time to leave this place. before you left you were an
                Angel always flowing with laughter an grace  it warms my hart thinking 
                Of that Tim an place.


                 You were a gift from god he sent from above you were an angel 
                  In our presents it was your time you showed me so much happiness
                   You turned my life around I have to look at the bright side one 
                   Day I will see my angel I love you and think of you always till we meet agin
                  My lover an best friend.


Details | Free verse | |

Lost Memories

Everything I’ve written down
My whole life, my times
Slowly melting away. 
The diary that held my rhymes, 

It’s already disappearing. 
Yes, I’m losing my memories so soon,
And I’m fading. 
Yes, my memories are gone, to the moon. 
I can’t remember you. 

The time passing, the photos in my mind, 
In that diary that held many memories. 
There are people in reality that knows 
Where my heart lies, along with the keys. 

But even without memories to live with, 
The sky will eventually show it’s color relentlessly. 
The sky that tiredly stretches on forever,
It continues to repeat endlessly. 
Will they come back to me? 

Immersed in the memories, 
Of so many ages that passed on,
I found where it remains, the landscape I dream of.
Say good-bye, forever they’ll be gone. 

I’ll finally meet the star that shines brightly, 
Even though I may flee. 
I know that no matter what, 
He’ll still have a connection with me. 

The day is always over, and I believe, 
We’ll meet in another place worth the debt. 
I’ll store those feelings away, 
But I’m afraid to forget. 

On and on, it will shine without any age,
Today I will invoke and go towards the future, no doubt. 
The star will shine brighter than the sky, 
And I’ll follow that route. 

With a new opportunity, I will climb forwards and move on, trying my best. 
I renounce the skies above me, a shimmering blue. 
With a small line like a thread and glittering like the star, it lights my sky. 
I know that the thread, our love, will help us both through. 

With new hopes and a dream to look forward to,
I’ll walk along this path that leads me to a bright future above the stratosphere.
I’ll reach forward and touch your world, your hand as we meet again, 
And we’ll love like before as we grow near. 

With a new opportunity, I will climb forwards and move on, trying my best. 
I renounce the skies above me, a shimmering blue. 
With a small line like a thread and glittering like the star, it lights my sky. 
I know that the thread, our love, will help us both through. 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Rhyme | |

Bonne By The Sea

Oh marry me,
My Bonne by the sea
Where salty laughter laps ashore.

Barefoot in Selene-kissed sand,
I'll hold your warm hand
While eternity binds us evermore

Promise you will,
Along Emerald Runes Hill.
While vast heavens witnessing.

My Bonne, beloved true,
Instead I bury you
While the vicar gave his blessing.

Entombed on Emerald Runes Hill,
Slumbering ever still.
You linger my love, awaiting me.

Someday soon,
My essence in ruin.
Bury me, beside Bonne by the sea.

My heart shattered,
To the remote winds scattered
We shall again stroll hand in hand.

Harvest moon and stars,
Will soon be ours.
In the wake, prints in celestial sand.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | ABC | |

The Past Is Ash

The past is ash, you gotta rise like the phoenix, don’t like it call your mama and ask for a Kleenex. The time is long past due to stop thinkin’ and start doin’, start rootin’ for the man inside and stop all the internal booin’. You sound like everybody else with a story, braggin’ about past glory. What about today? Tomorrow will be today again, are you gonna be your worst enemy or be your best friend? Nobody believes you, you don’t even believe yourself, you need to take that bull*****and put in on the shelf. You can only judge and fix yourself, work on that person, no one else. You need to man up and fill your cup with the nectar that life has to offer. You want to win and be stronger, not lose and be softer. You want the fruit of your labor, to love yourself and your neighbor, to love the fan and the hater, to love what you got cuz you got it and you took it and made it cuz there was no tomorrow or later, only back then, back when, back in the day suffering every which way with your back against the wall that you made with your sorrow and your rage. Do what you do and stop being blue, you need a new blueprint printed out and co-signed by the future you, your future self, the architect and the tenant. You know what you got? A new start and a new shot. A chance to stop being a robot. A new lease on life with no lease payments and at the very least, no leash to stop you from running free in a new lot. Now it’s just you, yourself and the pie in the sky. Become the apple of your own eye, the catcher of your own rye, the ink in your own dye, the voice that will question your feelings inside and shine brightly upon all the lies in your mind. Create your future fate before time flies by and history says it’s too late, these words are your bond and your mind is a clean slate. Carve them out and breathe in each letter, fake it till you’re feeling better. Those who wronged you don’t exist, they are not your enemy, burn that list, of people you think owe you something...no one does, except one person, the hardest to find, and while you’ve been dying and losing your mind, and stressing and flexing on struggle and strife, he was right there in the mirror the whole damn time.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Light Poetry | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | I do not know? | |

Phoenix

I'm drowning under your ridicule
Sick and tired of listening to your rules
Fed up of being beaten black and blue
It's gone too far and now I'm leaving you

You got no right
to beat me up
This relationship's over
Now face the dust

No more a puppet 
Dancing to your tunes
No more words hurting
Or cutting me through

You've crushed who I was
Took the soul out of me
I'm a phoenix in the ashes
And I'm setting me free

I'll spread my wings
And fly on the breeze
One day a Mr Wonderful
Will capture me

I can build me back up
Whilst you're on the ground
Learn to smile once again
With less pressure around


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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


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Mister Frost was right

Mr. Frost was right.

It felt good that night, 
laying on our backs 
at the end of the dock 
looking at the stars.

It took us forever 
to find the little dipper.

It was one of those nights 
when time slows down
and nothing else matters 
but the moment.

I remember thinking I wasn't sure what was prettier
the million stars that seemed to be shining just for us 
or 
the way your smile looked in 
the moonlight as we talked about nothing. 
That nothing
being everything that mattered in that moment.

When we got home we danced around the house to "Brown Eyed Girl" and tripped over the coffee table in a crash of laughter.

Sometimes in those moments between sleep and consciousness I can still feel your body against mine.

Sometimes I wish you were here.

Then I remember you were just one girl among a handful I thought I loved
and that in the end
it was just an illusion
like a magic trick you desperately want to believe is real 
but you can't 
because no matter how well you hide or how many times you dance sweetly around a living room at midnight life eventually finds you
and leaves you 
with the cold hard facts.

In this way 
like a flower in the spring
love blossoms and
withers away.
It's seed carried away on a cool breeze of a summer day 
to land on fertile ground elsewhere. Then after lying dormant 
for a time 
it sprouts, 
grows,
blooms
and withers away again 
because after all 
nothing gold can stay.


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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care

I will always care,
That is a blessing and a curse.
It's a burden Im willing to bare;
To always put you first
So when you walk by I'll stare,
Even when it hurts.
We were the perfect pair,
Even at our worst.
I will always care,
It's a blessing and a curse.
It's a burden I will always bare,
I'll always put you first


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The Rift of the Magi

He walked in through the main door,
“Unbolted?” he wondered.
An ebbing shade of brown painted layer,
The polish on the door, dulled.

A poor man’s residence,
Deplumed sofa covers,
Sidestepped since the past three years.
The chewed up walls, unrepaired.

Jim heard the church bells chime
Music!
Yes, music was assigned to be his steps to fame.
Music at which his bosom would blink!

This was not how it was meant to be –
He was not to lose the music in him
To the dingy clamor and rattle of whizzing cars
And the cheerless chatter of noisy mechanics.

On peeling off the apparel of fetters,
And dressing herself in the robe of her dreams,
Della walked in to a dance class,
To live life on her own.

“Leave your dreams for your love, Della”
Jim, a strange shielding mistrustful lover,
And Della, a mirror of foolish fondness,
“If that is what you wish, dear”

She had planned life differently,
To dance her way to Rome, Venice, Italy. 
Love carefully plucked out every feather 
That clothed the bird yielding body to her dreams.

Today she left Jim,
She left love,
She left to build her wishes,
And spew life into the bloodied carcass of her fancies.



Along with flouting love,
Not love, but custom,
Della returned Jim his freedom
And seized from him her own.


Marriage and making money,
That had throttled their dreams, 
Della eased the grasp,
The grasp of cohabitation. 


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Journey's end

Oh, keep the window open wide
and let me see the world outside
my body's caught now, in this room
my mind still yearns despite the gloom
to see, to learn, to watch, explore
what this old world may have in store
for this old man, there's much to know
while legs may fail, the heart still grows

Oh, let my ears hear all the news
the good, the bad, the lies, the truths
the tragedies, the joyous times
when friends pass on and bells do chime
don't hide from me, please let me see
all that there is; all that there'll be

And let me feel, all that remains
the simple pleasures and the pain
don't take from me what I must face
while I still lie here in this place

For this is life; our memories
they're all we take from this journey
the days, the weeks, the months, the years
the smiles, the laughs, the hurts, the tears
 
I'll hold each one with tender care
as I wait for what comes next, out there
a journey to a place that's new
where I'll go first and wait for you

And all these things that I have seen
the sounds I've heard, where I have been
I'll leave them out where you can see,
the place beyond, where I will be


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it