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A Girl Becomes a Young Woman - For adult Contest

A girl around 13, sitting at a kitchen table of the home where she baby sits, is waiting for the woman of the house to finish getting ready to leave. She is startled by two brazen hands coming surreptitiously from behind her, fingers and thumbs beginning to gently squeeze her prepubescent breasts. Frightened and aghast, the young girl stays transfixed and says nothing. The man’s wife calls out to her husband, and the fondling abruptly ceases. The girl knows something is wrong, but she doesn’t want to give up the babysitting. She enjoys the children and likes earning money on her own. All she can do is fervently and silently hope the incident will not reoccur as she continues, on and off, to watch the children of that disgusting man. The girl’s mind and body mature; by age 17, she is coming into her own. She has been reading, watching, experiencing, and . . . . learning. Once again, in those later years, she has the occasion to watch the children of that man whose invading hands had long ago so repulsed her! As he drives her home late at night, he reaches out for breasts now much larger. The girl is waiting for it. Shaking inside, she summons up her small bit of courage. Pushing his hands away, she calmly but assertively declares: “Leave me alone. You can never do that to me again.” She now realizes there are not always others that can help you. No longer a scared little girl, she's a woman who can take care of herself. I know because that girl was me. For the TRUE Meaning of Being Adult Poetry Contest of F J Thomas


Details | I do not know? | |

Boys to Men

Liking the first girl they see
This is the age seven
Liking the second girl they meet
This is the age eleven
Dreaming all day everyday
About the girl of your dreams
Then you snap back to reality
As your mother yells come eat
Getting to school early
To meet the girl of your dreams
You know she doesn’t like you
Though it may seem
Between the both of you
It’s a love hate relationship
You may not be together
But you have a good friendship
It will take forever
It may even take your whole life
No matter how long it takes
She will be your wife
So you go home
And you play with your toys
I just described to you
The life of a boy
Its twenty years later
You’re now thirty-one
The girl of your dreams married you
Once you said she’s the one
Compare her pictures from then to now
They may look like a disgrace
Before she was a sweet pretty girl
Now bruises cover her face
If you look at your hands
Their covered with marks
But they’re not defending marks
They’re attacking marks
We look at you now
We see someone other
You’ll be on a woman
But won’t touch her brother
You’re a big man
She is smaller than you
What once were pretty eyes
Are now black and blue
She cries every night
But you don’t seem to care
Something should have told you to stop
Once you saw that first tear
There is no reason why you hit her
Maybe because you were drunk
This is not a boys to men story
Its boys to punks


Details | Rhyme | |

Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.


Details | Rhyme | |

Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Princesses

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


Details | Rhyme | |

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

ON 1ST JULY 1990~ THE ANGELS DID SOMETHING ALMIGHTY
FROM HEAVEN THEY SENT US OUR LIFE-LONG DESIRE-A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO LOVE AND ADMIRE.
TRUE TO YOUR NATURE YOU ARRIVED WITHOUT FUSS OR PAIN--THE FIRST TIME OUR EYES MET WE KNEW OUR LIVES WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME

AS A BABY AND TODDLER YOU MADE US SO PROUD
YOUR VERY LONG HAIR, GREEN EYES AND SMILE-
ALL THOSE GOOD LOOKS MADE YOU STAND OUT IN A CROWD
YOU STARTED TALKING EARLY WITH MANY VOICEPRINTS 
YOUR CHARM AND GOOD LOOKS HAVE NOT STOPPED SINCE
YOU LOVED YOUR DOLLS AND PRAMS-- DREAMT OF BEING A “SINGER”
 AND VERY QUICKLY LEARNED HOW TO WRAP YOUR DAD AROUND YOUR LITTLE FINGER
YOUR BIG BROTHER DEVON--BEST FRIEND AND PROTECTER 
MOST OF THE TIME YOU GOT ON PERFECTLY TOGETHER

FROM AN EARLY AGE YOU SHOWED YOUR LOVE OF SWIMMING
AGE TWO AND A HALF YOU WERE ABLE AND WILLING
TO SWIM UNDER WATER AND DO MANY LENGTHS
THIS WAS CLEARLY ONE OF YOUR SPORTING STRENGTHS
AT AGE THREE YOU COULD BARELY WAIT TO START PLAYSCHOOL
“MISS INDEPENDENCE”, WAS YOUR GENERAL RULE
THE SLIDE AND JUNGLE GYM WERE YOUR FAVOURITE SPOTS
 AND TO OUR HORROR YOU WOULD CLIMB RIGHT TO THE TOP!
AT AROUND THIS TIME, YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND YOU MET-
 HE LIVED NEXT DOOR, AND HIS NAME WAS BRETT

SOON IT WAS TIME FOR  PRE-SCHOOL
YOU LOVED YOUR TEACHER--YOUR NEW FRIENDS WERE COOL
‘SPRING BONNETS’ AND THE END OF YEAR SCHOOL PLAYS
THE TEDDY BEAR CLASS GAVE YOU SOME REAL SPECIAL DAYS
NEXT WAS ‘BIG SCHOOL’ AND YOUR FIRST CLASS
WE WERE SERIOUSLY ANXIOUS BUT FOR YOU JUST ANOTHER ‘MISS INDEPENDENCE’ TASK
LETTERLAND, MATHS AND LEARNING TO READ
YOU EXCELLED AT ALL THAT WITH INCREDIBLE SPEED
YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS CONTINUED THROUGH GRADES 2, 3 AND FOUR
YOUR PLACE IN THE SWIMMING TEAM HELPED YOUR SCHOOL WIN MORE

OUR MOVE TO AUSTRALIA… SAD FAREWELLS TO YOUR FRIENDS AND YOUR PETS 
BUT, GREAT EXCITEMENT YOU FELT AT ADVENTURES TO BE MET
A NEW SCHOOL--“METHODIST LADIES COLLEGE”
NEW FRIENDS--JUMPING A GRADE-- MET WITH SUCH POSITIVE COURAGE
YOU MADE US SO PROUD IN THE WAY YOU ADAPTED
MRS. WILLIAMSON SAID YOU WERE THEIR NEW CLASS ‘ASSETT’
.
THE ‘MR BEE’ SPELLING AWARD AND MANY MERITS LATER 
WE ALL GOT HOMESICK-- BUT YOUR POSITIVE NATURE DID NOT WAVER
THE DECISION WE MADE TO RETURN TO CAPE TOWN 
CAUSED YOU HEARTBROCKEN TEARS AND A PERMANENT FROWN
ONCE AGAIN A SAD FAREWELL TO YOUR NEW FOUND FRIENDS 
RETURNING TO S.A. FOR OLD ONES TO MAKE AMMENDS

IT WASN’T VERY LONG THAT YOU PICKED UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF AT ALL
 ADDED TO YOUR TALENTS WERE NOW TEAM HOCKEY AND NETBALL

AS YOU APPROACHED THE FIRST OF YOUR TEEN YEARS
WITH YOUR LOOKS AND CHARM, INEVITABLY THE BOYFRIENDS WOULD APPEAR
SHOPPING, MOVIES AND MANY PARTY SLEEP-OVERS
CHOOSING TRUE FRIENDS AND DUMPING THE LOSERS
DANCE SHOWS AND DANCING EXAMS… YOU EXCELLED AT HIP- HOP
 FUN AND OF COURSE THE DESIRE TO SHOP

THE END OF JUNIOR SCHOOL-- THE FINAL ASSEMBLY—AWARDS
TROPHIES FOR SPORTSMANSHIP AND YOUR S.R.C. PRIZE GOT MANY APPLAUDS
SAD FEELINGS AT LEAVING YOUR OLD SCHOOL BEHIND 
EXCITEMENT AT STARTING HIGH SCHOOL WOULD SOON COME TO MIND
NO PROBLEM TO YOU, IT WAS ALL JUST A BREEZE 
AS YEAR BY YEAR YOU CONTINUED TO ACHIEVE
SWIMMING AND ‘A’ TEAM HOCKY MATCHES ON THE ASTRO TURF 
YOU EVEN STARTED TO LEARN HOW TO SURF
FRIDAY AFTERNOON CHRISTIAN MEETINGS AND EVENING CHURCH YOUTH
WE WERE SO HAPPY YOU FOUND GOD AND HIS TRUTH

THE REST OF HIGH SCHOOL PASSED IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE WHILE 
YOUR LIST OF ACHIEVEMENTS REMAINED EXCEPTIONALLY HIGH
YOUR ORGANISATIONAL SKILLS WERE ASTOUNDING
COPING WITH TOUGH SUBJECTS LIKE MATHS, SCIENCE AND ACCOUNTING
IN HOCKEY AND SWIMMING YOU MADE THE TOP TEAMS
NO SURPRISE AT ALL THAT SWIMMING COACHES MOVED IN ON THE SCENE.

THEY CULTIVATED YOUR TALENTS FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH
EVERY YOUR NIGHT YOUR PASSION SAW YOU DOING MANY LENGTHS
WEEKENDS OF GALA’S AND NATIONAL SWIMMING
S.A.SHORT COURSE, YOUR P.B’S, AND FAIR SHARE OF WINNING
TOGETHER WE CELEBRATED YOUR PLACE IN   W.P. SCHOOL CHAMPS THAT YEAR 
SO PROUD OF OUR BEAUTIFUL SWIMMER ALWAYS AHEAD OF HER PEERS 
.
FIRST YEAR AT UNIVERSITY YOU BECAME SO INDEPENDENT
 STARTING YOUR STUDIES AS A B.Sc. STUDENT
IT WAS ALSO THE YEAR YOU LEARNED TO DRIVE
GOT YOUR LICENSE—DAD SPOILT YOU—NEW CAR—RESPLENDENT


YOUR FAITH AND TRUST IN THE LORD STILL REMAINS FIRM
AS YOU WALK AND GROW SPIRITUALLY DAILY WITH HIM

SO MUCH HAS CHANGED, AND YET SOME THINGS REMAIN
YOU BEAUTY AND TALENTS SO EASILY MAINTAINED
YOUR  LOVE OF SWIMMING AND OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENTS IN WATER
YOU KNOW WE WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR NO. 1 SUPPORTERS
AND NOW YOU ARE 21, SWEETHEART 
YOUR WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU-- TODAY IS JUST THE START
IT SEEMS LIKE JUST YESTERDAY THAT YOU WERE BORN—
OUR DAUGHTER~LOVES BRIGHT SHINING LIGHT~ WE ADORE
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED IN EVERY WAY 
WISHING YOU GOD’S RICHEST BLESSINGS ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY
HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO OUR BABY GIRL

TO HAVE YOU AS A DAUGHTER HAS BEEN A REAL PLEASURE
-YOU HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL BE OUR MOST BEAUTIFUL TREASURE-

(FOOTNOTE: OUR DAUGHTER WILL BE 23 THIS YEAR, HAS COMPLETED HER BSc. AND HONOURS DEGREE’S IN PHYSIOLOGY AND GENETICS AND NOW DOING HER MASTERS DEGREE IN EXERCISE SCIENCE. SHE IS ALSO A PROFESSIONAL TRIATHLETE—DOING SWIMMING, CYCLING AND RUNNING AS ONE DISCLIPLINE)


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THE SEVEN DIVISIONS OF WOMANHOOD

To Shakespeare I give all due respect,
But the world must be a huge theater I suspect.
Woman’s the major player if not the star,
For she influences all with love from afar.
The main acts of her drama as one envisions,
Occur for my audience in seven divisions. 

First the helpless infant in her nurse’s arm,
Fresh from God’s hands smiling and warm.
Yet guiltless and untouched by worldly strife,
She is but a stranger to sin in this dawn of life.
In her pink crib she looks cute and pure,
With a smile on her lips so modestly demure.

Next as a tender young girl of school age,
With pigtails and grace she enters the stage.
An innocent young girl loving dolls and toys,
She has no taste for bruises, math or boys.
Her voice is like music whenever she speaks,
Explaining with emotion the desire she seeks.

In the sweet summer age she becomes a blossom,
And weathers the waves in the role of stardom.
Now she’s a young lady with a pure, creative mind,
Nursing dreams of a life moral and refined.
When put into the orbit of heart-consuming men,
Overcoming dying hope, her world she has to win.

As a wife she makes her home a true nirvana,
 Winning from the man she loves her merited honor.
 She is in hard times his source of consolation,
And in times of pleasure his joy and elation.
As a lover and a mate she continues to perform,
Keeping house and home through every storm.

Now for the most blessed age of female life,
She assumes the role of mother as well as wife.
Like God's miracle, the first is released with a hurl,
Then with tears and a scream from womb to world.
Before long baby laughs aloud and pleads for caress,
And mother love with playful smile grants the request.

Next the vestiges of youth appear a distant dream,
And spring's lovely buds now attest to her final esteem,
As she enters her mournful stage of the widow's woe,
Her glance upon her children falls as her eyes overflow.
She has lost all her young heart once fondly enjoyed,
And in the business of change of life she's fully employed.     

 With the final division, youth is now a faded flower,
 And she can bask in the coolness of the evening hour.
 As she enjoys the reflection of her progeny having fun,
 She is reminded that maternal pleasures are not yet done.
 She continues to impart knowledge necessary to sustain,
 As she guides their hopes to reach for the heavenly domain.



Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The number the brand

When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child,  chai .

I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met 
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .

Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?

It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History 
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .


The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.

It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing ,  cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .

There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love,  and reunited with the ones they lost .

The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time . 
You could not,  but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see . 
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet,  of the Hostility .

I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish,  chosen Religion.

There as I held her frail , old hand  , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago .   In 1945  , once in our distant, yet Frightening  past . 

We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
                                " Etta Babooshka Kofman  "


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


Details | Lyric | |

Debutant's Lament

Summertime…they say the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
They say your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush now pretty baby…there's no reason to cry. 

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

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

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

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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Modern age girl

Deep down my heart veins,

There prevails the clouds of 

darkness that rains

But I condense them like 

morning dew,

Apply on my eyes with its kohl,

And the world hymns, so divine 

and beautiful.



Sometimes my blood runs cold 

and thick,

As a steady frozen wind

But I embrace them and rouge 

my lips with its redness,

And gazing at them leaves the 
world speechless



At times I hear the world, 

entangling me in their gossips 
and words , 

Twisted up in their jealous rage,

Yet, I captive them and wear 

them around my ears, 

oh! And how it gleams, so 

yellow &bright, 

they are my earings that 
intertwines the dark sides, 

unknown to the world that is so 

wide



I often hear the rainstorm of 
sorrows around me, 

and people deeply mourning on 
a silent breeze

But I denounce this endless grief

And twirled them in my jet black 
hair, 

and tied them into a ponytail

Then they flow so carefree like a 
glorious dazzling sea, 

and how they murmur in 
Romeo's style,

O, she doth teach the torch to 
burn bright!



While walking the edges of my 
life,

I stumble, tremble and get 
wounded high

The rocks and stones become 
the friends of my feet,

Yet, I accept the pain and wear 
it as a gift

Tied up in my anklets that 
contains all the agony

But I walk the streets with all 
my vanity

They sweetly tinkle at my each 
step,

Signaling about the forthcoming 
future that lays ahead



At the midnight in the silence of 
time, 

When everyone sets their 
fancies free

but my woes stretches and 
hardens into infinity

And they give rise to, but so 
soft, so calm yet eloquent,

My beautiful bosoms 

And all men treasures these 
bright designs,

Unaware of the pain it holds 
inside.



Thy earth full of dust and haze,

 Nights of storms and days of 
craze

all that sings a melancholy 
strain, 

but yet I preserve them and 
personify my body 

With its flowery polka dress,

That creates an exotic grace

and that moves men's heart 
without any stress



So here I am all dressed up,

Come and click me with all you 
have

As I look so enhanced,

Flashing a smile that's so 
intense,

But remember, that's not the 
smile from my heart and soul,

But rather a pain hidden in my 
belly it bored.



I hear some people grumbling 
and whispering,

Staring at my photo and 
wondering 

Look at her how graceful she 
looks 

Who ravages the world with her 
trance that allures

Alas! How intensely she lives 
with all her charm

And that veils our senses with 
no alarm



Hence now I know that I am an 
adroit actor

Because I can flaunt my pseudo 
smile faster

How much ever I try to 
suppress my troubled soul,

But the hassled clouds reveals

The utmost grief it feels,

So here I lock all my fantasies,

Broken wishes and crushed 
fancies

And throw them higher, far in 
the future

Bury them and forget the 
twitching agonies I bore

Yes, I am that modern age girl 
whom you adore 










































































































































































































































































Details | Ballad | |

My addiction

I have an addiction...
It dont matter what time of day it is my addiction is there...
Not always in the literall since...
But it is always on my mind...
I lay my head down to sleep at night thinking about you...
I sleep dreaming about you...
I wake up thinking about you...
Your always on my mind...
No matter what I do my addiction is always on my mind...
Even if your not the last one I talk to before I lay my head down to sleep...
I still lay my head down thinking of you...
I just cant get enought of you...
No matter what my addiction is there...
My addiction has a name...
Her name is Shelby Nestle...
No matter how much we text or talk on the phone...
Its never enough...
I cant get enough of your beautiful eyes...
I cant get enough of that beautiful smile...
I cant get enough of kissing your soft lips...
That feeling I get inside when our lips touch...
Or holding you in my arms...
This is a new addiction to me...
Never have I been this addicted this quick...
It scares the shyt outta me...
But then I love it...
You are my new addiction baby... 
You are my...
My heroin...
My ecstacy... 
My cocaine...
You are my own personal drug...
I cant imagine and addiction stronger...
You are my addiction...
I wouldnt even think about trying to break this addiction...
I wouldnt go to rehab for this addiction...
I like it to much...
YOU ARE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE


Details | I do not know? | |

The Lost Girl

Breaking me down , With every word they say .

Breaking me down , Til i start to hate my self for being different .

Tell my self either i have to be nice or be a hoe , So this group of girls can like me or this boy but i am not being my self though ,

Following the crowd because i don't know who i am yet , Following the crowd soon i will for get ...Me .

The person i see everyday in the mirror aint me thought , She is just some basic girl trying to fit in and the only way she dose that is by pretending .

Like this is a movie and she just trying to play he part .

On the out side she looks cool , But this world is picking her apart .

She trying not to explode , But everyone thinks they know who she is but they don't .

Telling all these fake story , but when the time to confront comes they become a ghost .

They are no where to be found , But they don't know that these words are breaking her down making her hate her self .

And she's seeking for help but there is no one to help her , So she scream at the top of her lungs Help ! Help !Help , She is becoming some one else ! Help ! Help ! Help !

And she wait and she wait , But no one comes , No one because she ran the all off .

But all she can think about is what her mother told her , baby girl  that mouth going to get you in to some big trouble ... !

But she never listen , This young girl caught up in the world , Not knowing what she want . Really knowing nothing at all . Realized something , That is she if started to think it might just save her life.

And she argues with her self i do think and her self answer why don't you think twice .

And when you do think why don't you think about what is going to happen tomorrow no just at that second .

Why don't you think about you future , You claim you got one but at this rate i see you not having one , I dont even know if i see you alive . Unless you can change for the better , Unless you can change .

Its not  always the people AROUND you sometime the problem can be your self .

And she knew that , and after she ask for forgiveness and ask for gods help .

She stated on the journey to finding HER SELF !

-April Jones

        2.28.13


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Up in Smoke it's Reality

Fantasy like Reality can be a disappointment...
Clearing the Air........

He worshipped her from afar...
He had since he was three..
He hid it well , no one knew...
She was his heart’s desire...
With her big bright eyes and her winning smile..
He never thought she would beguile...
Then he turned ten and it was clear..
It had been she who did inspire...
this young man ,with his heart on fire... 
He arrived at seven in the morn...
To help prepare the feast de jour...
He stuffed the bird and chose to make..
Her favourite dessert...fresh Raspberry cake..
He feverishly cut and whipped and stirred..
Grandpa ‘s little helper was becoming quite the gourmet chef...
Then came the time to shower, and get dressed...
He chose his wardrobe carefully...
Making sure that he looked and smelled hmmm good....
She arrived and you could see him beaming proudly...
Everyone feasted on the bird and ate their fill...
He waited on her as I watched..
No one even blinked an eye..
They spoke for what seemed an eternity..
His face could be read for all to see...
Then out of the blue, she excused herself..
And went out on the patio to puff some stuff...
His face went white, I could see his plight..
She chose to be with others you see..
Who foolishly did an atrocity...
The one he worshiped from afar..
Went up in smoke...as she smoked her cigar...


 


Details | Light Poetry | |

The age old tale of boy meets girl, boy loses girl - footle

Hello


Goodbye


Details | Ballad | |

One Day You'll Make It Girl

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi



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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

Love is so hurting: Let the tears talk

In your face,
I show a dream,
In that lovely dream I show gorgeous face,
Wanted to capture you in my heart,
But the dream faded away.

The dream became reality,
When you failed to,
To understand,
What really I thought of you,
Can’t tell how painful it is.

Pain is hurting me,
I am working but thinking,
I am walking but thinking,
I am talking but thinking,
Only of you, please do not do this to me.

Still in your face,
I see a dream,
In that hurting dream I still see your angel face,
Still wanting to capture you from that dream,
Just wish this time it doesn’t faded away.


Details | Free verse | |

Converse Shoes

I am stubborn and undeniably clumsy
My life's not perfect,it's kinda messy
My hair is curly,I have no comb
I wear no make up,don't get me wrong
I am not a bad girl,just not the typical one
I can laugh like an idiot or sometimes like a moron
I am not girly,I have my own style
I don't know what to call it but it may take a long while___
To find a word that would truly describe me
Most people just see me as 'happy go lucky'
At times I can be very fashionable and chic
But more often than not my fashion sense can be very tragic
I can wear flat shoes,sandals and high heels
But my Converse shoes says best of what I truly feel
My civil status says I am single and 28
And I do not care of what society dictates
On how a woman at my age should dress and act
On what a woman at my age is suppose to expect
I am a free soul and that's what matters to me
And I do not care if you hate my philosophy.




Details | Sonnet | |

The grande Dame and the younger girl

The younger girl dressed like a grande Dame
lingering solely in her private tower of dreams
The grande Dame remembers her maiden name
towering estates where their river of thoughts streams

The sophisticated Dame discovers written pictures
traveling along with another mesmerizing poem
latent learning more unknown words a fixture
in her growing intimate world of her own

The young girl is switching between here and there
while her skilled fingers softly caress toned harp strings
feeling secure anywhere a bit longer too rare
hiding behind a wordless ballad that soft and gentle sings 

Still displaying the immature face of her younger girl inside
she secretly broadens her views and thoughts mature and wide

(c) Elly Wouterse


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 | Sonnet | |

Age of Aquarius

A bell tolls and to its peal I am bound,
  Out of slumber wakes a boy age fancy;
How my heart trembled to hearken its sound
  And gaze on your beauty sweet Beverly.
You lived on Onslow where I did follow,
  And sat beside your desk I longed to be
While treading leaves home on Eden's hollow...
  But sat my nemesis sweet Beverly.
Those rosebud lips, that smile, your Gypsy eyes,
  Rushed my pulse to farthest extremity!
When blameless hearts divide and virtue dies
  Lost are the days of us sweet Beverly.
Its forgetting had for a long age slowed
My racing broken heart on Valley Road.

                     
                 


November 1992


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 | Ballad | |

One Day You'll Make It Girl

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


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



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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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




Details | Light Poetry | |

Love is so hurting: Let the tears talk

In your face,
I show a dream,
In that lovely dream I show gorgeous face,
Wanted to capture you in my heart,
But the dream faded away.

The dream became reality,
When you failed to,
To understand,
What really I thought of you,
Can’t tell how painful it is.

Pain is hurting me,
I am working but thinking,
I am walking but thinking,
I am talking but thinking,
Only of you, please do not do this to me.

Still in your face,
I see a dream,
In that hurting dream I still see your angel face,
Still wanting to capture you from that dream,
Just wish this time it doesn’t faded away.


Details | I do not know? | |

There Once Was A Girl...

There once was a girl, who stood right before me, 19 years old and in all of her glory.

She had curly red hair, and emerald green eyes, but with just one look, you see contempt in 
disguise.

Her name is Melissa and through the years, I've missed ya.

Oh how I wish you could see, the torch I carry for you inside of me.

The torch will forever burn, and I'll patiently wait for my turn...

Knowing you have a family of four, just makes me want you more.

Now, I see a young woman, age 23, and she no longer knows the man that was once inside 
of me.

Melissa, Melissa, I want to hug and kiss ya..

At age 34, to you, I'm a bore...

And while I know we'll always be apart, please know, that through it all, you still have my 
heart!


Details | Dramatic Verse | |

A FATHER'S ESSENCE

A father sits. 
Wrench in hand;
To fasten a wheel. 
The wagon now shiny red. 
A gift for her. 
To tote a doll promised to share. 
Sisters always fought. 
He never found the words, 
To appease their struggle. 
A blue can lubricated the
Squeaks of age. 
He stood,  the crook of his thumb
Hitched to a belt loop. 
Oh,  she will like this. 
Will she jostle her toys;
In a bumpy field? 
Will her little sister chase
Her about? 
Demanding a turn! 

He stood.  A tall and sturdy man. 
Fortune never found him
Just hard labor. 
There had not been enough
Time.  They are growing so fast! 
They had so many questions. 
Why?  why?  why? 
He rarely answered to satisfaction. 
The oldest.  Stubborn like a mule. 
The youngest.  Touching everything! 
He didn't Dare leave anything within reach. 

Now he rest; thinking of the wagon. 
Thinking of fishing trips. 
Camping trip disasters. 
Thinking of words never spoken. 
They are older now. 
The why,  was in their stares. 
Not their words. 
His heart was clumsy. 
Couldn't they see that? 
He will visit them with his spirit. 
His vision sees what he could not
In youth.  
He will give them words 
Through the mouths of strangers. 

He still remembers the wagon. 
There are no broken pieces in his rest. 
He still remembers the first catch. 
Memories are his essence; His heaven. 
Fight no more dear ones!  
Remember that last hug. 
Wipe away that last tear!  
For I am here and there. 

KKenneth Kerry


Details | Rhyme | |

Birthday Girl

So you are the birthday girl?.....Could it be true?
And the very thought is making you blue?
Well.....what can I possibly say on this day, of all days?
some kind of wisdom to comfort and cheer you?

As I would recall....
my mom used to say, if you can't say something nice
don't say it at all.......!  

But here's some advice
if your mirror has cracked, like a big hunk of ice
It might be the sight, you have given it fright!
Don't look at it twice!!  It will never be nice!
So cover the glass, don't show it your ass
The ghastly effect, will shatter what's left!

If the twinkle is gone.....and a wrinkle surrounds
The frown in your brow, where the crow lines have come
to roost for awhile
just be glad that  bees aren't making a hive
in that honeybun sag, where your boobs used to hide!
If your backside is found on the ground facing south
turn your mouth to a smile, just be glad you're alive!!
  .................................................


For Carolyn's Contest: Birthday, and Aging Humor
5/20/14


Details | I do not know? | |

Little Girl

Little girl
With her visions and prayers...
Suffering in silence from endless nightmares. 
A broken family
So much responsibility... 
Hurting deep inside so other's can't see.
Giant, gentle eyes
Penetrate the soul
The little girl sees more than anyone knows.
Empathic virtues
Create bountiful waves
Breaking these chains the pitiful enslaves
Wide open heart
Locked up and jailed pride
She's able to let go of her anger inside.
Unable to stay
Trapped in time
She knew to go forward, she had to stop 'rewind'
Frozen for a moment
The ice melts away
The sun warms her heart in a motherly way.
Infinite excuses
Become lessons learned
Gratitude is given, and so it is earned
Innocent little girl,
All hope invested in Heaven
Learned the secret of her life before she was 7
Her lesson was hard
Fighting darkness with a match
Finding the spark that ignites with nothing to scratch
But through all the bad
She searched for the good
And finally she found it upon where she stood
So listen to me close
And take this seriously
I know for a fact this is fact...because that little girl... was me.


Details | Free verse | |

Cube Girl

              Cube Girl
(Based on the same titled short story by me.  It is not a true story so don’t be alarmed.)

I’m 19 and a woman in space 
Meandering out for centuries
I fear there’s no way back
For sure I didn't get here alone
Most view me as a girl.  They do not matter. 
They have long since vanished in the winds of time
And with them all their kind
Folding them neatly into the fabric of existence
And kissing them good-bye 
My sojourn out here eclipsed all other matters 
Disconcerting things I can’t explain 
Like being imprisoned as a cold dark cube
Is what I became, Is what I am
Who gets themselves in such a state?
This prevailing condition of not being myself
Preoccupies the immediacy of the moment
I must have fallen to sleep to turn into such a thing 
My Breasts are hard.  My nipples are soft but sore
But everything about me and within me is metallic
I have no interest in men or women or so I thought
My lower extremities are in a fever
In a liquefied state forever.
I must be coming down with something. 
There is no training for such girl things out here I think
If there is anything to be done
It should be to keep myself occupied and quiet
No need to panic in deep space when in a cube state
Or is it cube shape?  
Activities, hobbies, come to mind, to keep me sane.  
Feelings keep me on edge out in the ends of space
Once there was a computer that made me feel at ease
It kept me balanced, at peace, like family  
But then, there is no proof
I must have dreamed up humanity and machines 
Perhaps I've always been a product of the stars
They gave me birth
I am their only child 
Cosmic bodies rolling on the void
Not of this or any other world
I am cube girl


 


Details | Rhyme | |

WHY HATE MYSELF

I don't have the same stamina as a young man,
some girls look away and others say, " Sir! "
Is that because I am aging and losing my hair;
lately I've been wearing a cap, but they still grin! 


Is Rogain the solution and the end to my frustration?
Will it be worthwhile to grow a full head of hair
and fool myself that I defy age and receive flair?
Why hate myself...instead of getting rid of pretention?


I can feel better accepting myself reaching maturity
without those silly attempts of turning the clock back; 
I had my glory: memorable days full of laughter and vitality,
let others begin their journey and not end up a lonely Jack! 



Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci