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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,
Both quietly passed away.

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

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

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

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


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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.


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DISTURBED CREATURE- Am I

A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.

DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ??       BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!

Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!

Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!

Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!! 

with Suyog Pagare


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Push Up

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

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

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

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

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


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





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My Sins

My Sins – Zamreen Zarook

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

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

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

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


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An Era gone

An Era Gone.

An era gone, what's it about?
This life as folk move in and out
And Mum and dad now they're gone too
To be recharged then start anew
A funny dance this life it be
Dancing on eternally.

Yes life it be a complex tale
wrote on the screen of here and now
Brief images just dancing by
Their aim, to make one wonder why
For man can never be like beast
Who happy be, yet know the least.

So deep within my core I feel
A stream that flows and always will
There's spring, then summer, Autumn too
And then the winter. Start anew
So round and round and round it goes
Forever on the river flows.

So me, I see old mum and dad
Reunited, happy, glad.
within a garden filled with splendor
Together oh so loving, tender
As they wait once more to come on down
As the circle keeps on turning round.

2000 Socrares.


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My Heavenly Granddaughter

Heaven Leigh Kent,
With whom a lot of my time has been spent,
Non of which I even slightly resent,
I assure you, she certainly thinks I am a gent!

When she was two,
The things we use to do,
Was mostly peek a boo,
And hid and go seek,
I have to admit I’d let her peek!

She use to scratch my face,
In her youthful impatient hast,
But her love would quickly erase,
The scars on anyone’s face,
At least in my case!

When she was four,
She would squeal for more,
When to keep her from bore,
I’d pretend to let her drive my car,
But granny would sure give us what for!

She has beautiful, red hair,
Over other kids gave her what for,
Just a few freckles,
Speckle,
On her pretty little pug nose,
A little sun and it glows,
A little sore nose never blows,
That’s just the way it goes!

When she was about six,
She developed a few neat tricks,
She would sit on my lap,
And say I love you grand pap,
She knew how to draw my love sap,
Between us left very little gap!

Shortly thereafter,
She was my master,
But I knew what she was after,
A trip to the candy store,
 I am certainly shore,
But without her life would be a bore!

Down the toy aisle
Her mixture of style,
A shopping cart high,
She’s the apple of my eye,
Toys and candy,
She’s grandpa’s dandy!
 
She’s now virtually a teen,
But not from grandpa weaned,
She is the pretties thing you’ve ever seen,
She still sits in my lap,
And she still draws the love’s sap,
As we recap!

Now just a little bolder,
With a little of the world to shoulder,
She’s found the world to be a little colder,
Than grand pa’s shoulder, that’s older!

Now my heart shudders,
And My mind stutters,
When I think of when she was first born,
For she gave us cause for great alarm,
Born with a heart defect,
As the doctors inspect,
To see what was needed,
Her life was completed!

She died on the table,
As it was labeled,
For two or three minutes,
She received the death sentence,
As she was carried in the arms of Jesus!


One day in a church at the age of three,
She pointed  a picture of Jesus, out to me,
She said that man carried me, as I looked to see,
That is how we understood it to be,
At the age of three!

She understands how love between humans should be,
She has shown me how love from heaven should be,
My joy, My granddaughter, heart healthy as can be,
My pretty princess, Heaven Leigh,
I am the grandpa of something that’s heavenly!

  johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com


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teens life in Oakland

*A assignment was due in class. *

Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence

Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children

When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
VIOLENCE


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Treasures of your soul


Life is Harsh, Life is good
Only the few of the proud 
Those men that stand for a great nation
Their life at the stake
So rough and sharp
Every day is another challenge 
For them and for all
Freedom we all hope
But sometimes feel lost
Never give up that spark 
Hope don’t give it up for a price 
And when I see these great men and woman
Risk their life for a single child lost
With guns all around and wars of hate
I feel blessed as my country truly stands brave
A child is a gift of new life and hope
As I see the children in their arms saved at last
Only then will I ever know true courage
This is a path we should always cherish and follow
When the flame burns out nothing is left but stay strong
So please don’t shed a tear I am right here
By your side always and forever  
Our country stands not alone, but as one
Heart filled with love

08-05-13


Poem for Treasures of Your soul contest
for Gail 




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Too Old to Be Young, Too Young to Be Old

To the crux and cusp of Heaven's Hill,
I have staggered with burning feet
For 'tis Hell to take another pill,
But Divine to take a flying leap

My models in bottles, posing there
Glare at me with eyes in scorn
Do they not see my Soul's despair
That's haunted me since I was born?

It's quite obvious and plain to me,
Deluged in my ninety-proof
That I am blessed, unluckily
To have survived my Youth...

*written today, drunk on whisky


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On the heaven mat

They might be many
luminaries on his
face,
And many clouds are
gathered in his lace
But only nights may
wave so big crystal.
Reckless, the stars
roll over the aim
vital;
Black holes, for
nothingness may
call;
On heaven`s mat, the
diamonds fall…

And saints collect
them for later
In the river from
sky; then, as
better:
As those who are
thirsty in the
desert 
Of their life, tired
to dig deep and
alert,
Will find the
searchers of
treasure`s verses 
Once, written by
clouds on the sky of
Xerxes.


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Hey, Heaven Is A Place On Earth: Happy New Year

Bringing yes a close, another year gone by; thinking unto myself
How she wanted me to sing her a love song ? As I was standing atop
This gallow better known as planet earth or more precisely, the noose about
Our necks well, unless your a rock star who plays a mean guitar better yet, swirls
That tiny little derriere, high high, in the air, mumbo jumbo it's a hit; super nova heights ? His, icons
Sucking on the mic fifty years now gone by; golden chains the children sway, hey man he's a baritone
Sequine girls her mirror's pearl; hey mom I'm gonna be someone, I wrote a song about a big black dong
Painted eyes with their candles high, curly who and her brother goo ? So you see, its not just Meeeee....
While the babies cry and the babies die and they suck your mic and you put their ass in some leopard tights.


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Korean Commas

What am I to say to you dear sweet Jim
You have chased me away and now I am gone
But what about you broken by your promises
To me it's a sad old song, you've been gone for way to long
I doubt you knew, fondly whispered memories- same old song
For me there is and will be nothing left to do
You could never now complete the man I knew
The words were clear I was left in the shadows now with out you
Same old memories same old you I cried untill heavens turned blue
I am not ready for challenge I will not play the game
I am still hurt from the memories, hiding from the pain
Embarrassed becasue I am left standing here this way
Alone because of a man whose arms I have held so long
Caught burying worries and facing all the blame
But what about you, forgive yourself and start again 
You'll be the same old guy to all of them


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What does Maisie smile about

What Does Maisie Smile About?

(or A Tale of 3 Ladders)

“I wonder what Maisie smiles about, 
when she stares out of her window?”asks Jane, 
the new carer at St. Mary's, is curious,
about the aged figure watching the rain

Maisie is deep in her thoughts today,
“Maisie, Maisie”, her Grandpa cries,
“these ripe apples won't pick themselves you know!”
and up the long ladder her young legs rise                                 (1st ladder)

Autumn, in the golden orchard of yesteryear,
the warm setting sun, the birds and the bees,
the grown ups, all so merry with chatter,
Maisie and friends, all playing at ease

Such happy days of Autumn sun,
of foraged blackberries and apple cake,
of sweet plum puddings and then,
apple with cheddar  in the same bake

The adults, merry now, and all a dance,
the tree house ladder calls the young throng,                           (2nd ladder)
the boys scatter 'jacks', the girls make 'cat's cradle',
then all descend to skip in time to song

This is what I reminisce about,
and my time is far from past, you see,
I hear them, calling me, up that final ladder, 
“Maisie, your young legs will soon be free!”

Not long now, as I grow so very tired,
I will shed my 'costume' of aged joints so sore,
and return again to the young girl that I really am,
and sprint up those ladder rungs once more!                            (3rd ladder)


Mrs Cheryl Darby 2015


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DYING




Why are people scared to die

Is it the fact that it is our final good bye,

Once you are in the ground and buried six feet deep

The silence must be unreal to not even hear a peep,

You are dead and can't hear or react to nothing

Because it is due to the sound proof coffin,

You wonder what does happen after a few days

From what we know our bodies start to decay,

I hope I am above and looking down

But, hopefully by then I will be heaven bound,

Dying is easy and living is not

So just enjoy time here on earth because in the end we will have forgot.


Written By: Unique Poetry 2009


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Part 1 of 9/11

He woke up to take a shower
She must have already gone to work at the towers.
He heard their son Jake playing in the background.
He was making breakfast when he heard the sound.
He walked outside to hear people screaming and
Running around.
Not sure what to think
He went to the phone when a bad feeling continued to sink.
He saw the light on the answering machine flash so he pushed play
Only to here screaming, crying, and her say
“Some things wrong
And the line to get out seems so long.
I don’t have much time to say what I want to say.
If you ever fall in love again don’t let her get away.
Cherish your moments with Jake each and every day.
Tell Jake to stand tall and never lie.
Tell him all the time he was the apple of my eye.
I know he can’t under stand at age seven
But someday I will see you both in heaven 
And what ever you do 
Remember I will always love you!
If for some reason I can’t make it back to you.”
He dropped his orange juice on the floor.
Jake stood by the door.
He looked at all the pictures on the wall.
All the memories they made scattered down the hall.
The vacation in Mexico where they fell in love.
Their honeymoon Hawaii when they couldn’t get enough.
The day their son was born
Pictures of his last birthday and the sundress she wore,
Then he heard her vice again and the tears began to pour.
“Some things wrong
And the line to get out seems so long.
I don’t have much time to say what I want to say.
If you ever fall in love again don’t let her get away.
Cherish your moments with Jake each and every day.
Tell Jake to stand tall and never lie.
Tell him all the time he was the apple of my eye.
I know he can’t under stand at age seven
But someday I will see you both in heaven 
And what ever you do 
Remember I will always love you
If for some reason I can’t make it back to you.”