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Details | Free verse | |

Sending Waves Touching Beautiful Always

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

I Did It My Way

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Dreams

                               Dreams bring hope

                               Hope gives courage 

                            Courage builds strength

                      Strength prompts determination 

                            Determination  helps us

                                 Fulfill our dreams


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Entered in Poet Destroyer's 
Contest: Whatever


Details | Rhyme | |

A Single Soul Cries Out

A Single Soul Cries Out

Across this barren lake my ghost did sail
 lost and heading straight into another hell
Behind, remnants of a dark and wayward past
 treasures stored that shall never last

Sunny skies ever looking down upon me
 joined by those memories soul sought to flee
No wind to send my ghost sailing right along
 on the shore images of a faceless throng

So far ahead a welcoming sandy white beach
 forever racing farther and farther from my reach
No deeds to perform to gain my deep reprieve
 only memories of those I so easily did deceive

Within this lonely lake a single Soul cries out
forgive me , forgive me  , in a wailing shout!

Robert Lindley

note: Once a man raced about all alone, 
stumbled upon a rolling stone,
fell into a headlong dismay,
gathered the courage to just pray,

Words that did by faith then atone,
soon the condemnation was forever gone..


Details | Free verse | |

Sometimes

Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer

Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of 
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own 
expectations.

Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me 
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I 
won or lost.
 
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land

Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want

Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.

Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.

Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go

Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward


Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!


Details | Rhyme | |

Heroes

What evil lurks in tiny minds
To do despicable acts
I wish we could predict with signs
And stop them in their tracks

Some think the world is now insane
There's more of "Them" than "Us"
But listen to this thoughtful claim
Jump off the hopeless bus

As long as we have Heroes near
Who risk their Lives and run
There isn't much we need to fear
No setting of the sun

In or out of uniform
Working or just watching
First Responders as their Norm
Arrive to do the helping

For never fear the evil deeds 
We all must go on living
For good will always plant the seeds
Of Heroes Forever Giving

© Rick Zablocki 2013
Dedicated to those First Responders in Boston, New York, Madrid, London and Elsewhere.  We salute you.


Details | Free verse | |

Dandilion

Youth..... Watch this girl... she has her eyes on a rising dandelion sprouted in high grass, a pensive girl, weaving her way through the fields, looking past weeds to her future, making her way through a maze of thistle solitude, on Saturday afternoons, down hallways and classes on Tuesday, teacher and stranger and parent expectation, she approaches a destination beyond home, clutching the flower to her budding breasts The Elder.... Keep your eyes on her... she is residue of the mute child, now entrusted with a knowing mind and well worn shoes, still clutching the flower to her breast... She peers through pages of old photos, scratching through scraps of half-heard conversation, seeking some color and clarity with a dim vision of the girl that held a prickly spine of a spent dandelion with compromise and resignation The Dead Unable to mouth a sound, I wish to warn each teacher, each mentor, each censor of the flame... I want to shout: "Watch this girl... who held a weightless flame of windswept dream in her eyes, making her way, mediating between her reality and every longing she ever had... Look back to this girl who has always maintained an unblinking gaze on the white star of dandelion in her hand" _____________________________________________ Carrie Richards 8) "One could not pluck a flower without troubling a star." Loren Eiseley


Details | Sonnet | |

The First Flower I Chose

The First Flower I Chose


You were my rose, the first flower I chose
A beauty so fair, such shine in your hair
You I chose, the finest ever love rose
Asked on a dare, the prettiest girl there

Soon we wed, pretty flower graced my bed
Nights sent such bliss, heaven I did not miss
Flames in bed, want no other instead
Honey that kiss, love never was like this

Years together, in good and bad weather
Loving every night, touching sweet just right
Joy our weather, sweet kisses a feather
Sexy the sight, your naked body at night

My rose did cast, true love that did so last
I held so fast, to that ship's greatest mast

08-31-2014

Contest- Form Sonnet
Regina Riddle 
Contest Name , Sonnet on a Intimate Relationship 

Syllables Per Line:  10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10  
Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Total # Words:  114


Details | Quatrain | |

WHERE FROZEN EMBERS STILL BURN

WHERE FROZEN EMBERS STILL BURN

When will periwinkle dreams entwine my lifesong
  for prickly winter has blanket me? [Long, ah! so long...]
Has bloody ferns swirl then froze me as falling snow
  for acrid critiques cold cloud? [T'was wrong, Oh so wrong...]

Doubts and worries weaken more my weary feet.
  But teeming catalysts from a passionate bearing God
    activate talent embers, once frozen, to fleet--
Spelling: "TRUST, GO AND START!", smolder revive from above.

Bearing a faith anew, I spread my wings to fly;
  walking even over blitz agonizing talk for pry.
Cracking myself from iceberg of fears--
  instead, twining myself to God's glory, a clear dear!

Braiding faith and hardwork in cornerstone steel,
  spirits afire hope that guards, a powerful seal.
Unfolding gifts from long frozen hearts' embers burn.
  mightily restored through heaven's love way turn...

(c)
10:16am
August 22, 2014

***inspired by verses:
Matthew 10:26 -
Therefore do not fear them. For there is nothing covered that will not be 
revealed, and hidden that will not be known. 

2 Corinthians 4:7-11
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing
power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not
crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck
down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of
Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who
are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life 
may be revealed in our mortal body.


Details | ABC | |

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Free verse | |

I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Bio | |

read this please

They hate you because your you
They make up lies and call it true
They're fake behind your back
Hoping someday that you'll crack.

They hate you because your real.
no matter what they say you always heal
They're surprised to see you rise,
That you're not affected by all these lies


They hate you because you smile at them
It shows them that your a real gem
You are always true and do your best :)
Sometimes these haters just cant test

They hate you for no reason
Despite it all, you smile
whatever the reason
At the end of the day
All i'm gonna say
All i plan to be 
IS ME


-Sanderline Fleury :)


Details | Rhyme | |

The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!


Details | Quatrain | |

Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.


Details | Rhyme | |

Passionate Love

I want you..
And I was made just for you
I'll make love to you
All the night with you

Feel my heart that burns in fire
Look my eyes that full of desire
As our bodies ignite in passion
Our souls chain in a strong union

Carressing every part of you
Gives me satisfaction
Dancing in the hymn of love
That just the two of us can hear it loud

Nothing seperate me from you
No one could make me feel like the way you do
Our passion for each other binds us together
And our love for each other makes us FOREVER!


Details | Concrete | |

Pisa not Pizza

                                                                             XXXXXXXXXXX
                                                                           ONE HUNDRED
                                                                          NINETY AND NI
                                                                         NE YEARS TIME
                                                               XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
                                                              IS WHAT IT TOOK TO BUILD
                                                             THIS TOWER IN AN ITALIAN
                                                           CITY BEHIND ITS CATHEDRAL
                                                          XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
                                                        THIS FREE STANDING TOWER
                                                       IN THE CITY OF PISA WAS FOR
                                                      THE CATHEDRALS LARGE BELL
                                                     XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
                                                    THUS BEING THE BELL TOWER
                                                   THE TOWER BEGAN LEANING
                                                  DURING THE CONTRUCTION 
                                                 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
                                                 LATER ONE SIDE OF THE BASE 
                                                WAS DISCOVERED TO BE TOO
                                               SOFT A FOUNDATION FOR IT
                                              XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
                                             SO GUESS THEY NEVER READ
                                           THE STORY ABOUT BUILDING
                                          ON SAND OR WAS IT THEIRS
                                         XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
                                        IT STARTED LEANING MORE
                                       AND MORE OVER DECADES
                                      THEN IT LOOKED  LIKE THIS 
                                    XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
                                   THIS TOWER HAS BECOME
                                  VERY FAMOUS OVER THE
                                YEARS AND IS KNOWN AS
                               THE LEANING TOWER OF
                             PISA FOUND IN THE CITY
                            PISA IN TUSCANY ITALY

Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.16.2014


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Language Barrier

I couldn’t understand the language she spoke,

at least not all of it,

but the emotion pouring past her lips, 

the tears in her eyes, her clenched and shaking fists

enunciated more clearly,

than any piece of English Poetry I had ever read,

and grabbed me, held me still.

                   …In that moment, her soul was in my arms.

In that finite, tender breath of our lives,

she was my mother, my best friend…

but I could not console her. 

I didn’t have the words;

and my heart sank into the 

concrete between us,

wet with the pain of God’s rain

and her tears. 

                  …Were my tears

So, I simply opened my palms

toward her crouched form and 

spoke the only words I could 

fathom, that would be accepted

by a stranger on a dangerous street. 

"I am sorry, It will be okay. God will bless you."

I knew she did not understand…

"Lo siento" 

                  “que va a estar bien”    

                            “Dios te bendecira’ “ 

the words were as messy as the overturned

duffle bag at her feet…and fumbled, slowly

from my lips, as my knees hit the street.

Two strangers, cried in the rain,

knowing nothing of each other’s suffering,

and yet we shared the weight,

together, for those few moments;

the barrier of language was broken.

Love spoke for us.  

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

…Love transcends any language

               


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

EMBERS OF TIME

Twists and big turns in the name of real love
Either it will mend or break a heart
If this feeling of love, its author is God
Involved persons then must render their part

He logs more on oceans and she on land
Friendship to sweet soulful romance, began

No phone-lines nor e-mails nothing advance
With only black pen and paper on hand
Both of them, grab take that one lifetime chance
Thirty five years now, they are on love dance

Skin gone sag, wrinkled. Hair now thin and gray
Holding hands while walking like good old days
Romantic dinners. Roses. Gifts and cards.
Hugs, kisses... "I love you", their darling say

Ageless enduring in embers of time 
Blazing better within embers of time.

written in iambic pentameter by:

olive_eloisa
1:18 am
April 04, 2014


__________________to my parents.. :) Praise GOD!
CONTEST: EMBERS OF TIME
SPONSOR: Gail Angel Doyle
1ST PLACE, praise God .. :)


Details | Ode | |

Erie

I owe so much to you 
When you pulled at me,
Tugged me from my toiling, 
When I was crouched low,
In the kitchen, blurry choke of tears 
I saw the outline of your peninsula 
Etched in florescent blue in my mind
A little red star on a map 
Such a hard drive (for me and the Ford) 
But I, swept into the arms of that gentle house, 
Saw a clearing in the nettles, one that I could pass through
And those turned to violets that kissed me as I was waking up 
And going to bed, listening to the healing black wind 
Through the many cracked windows 
Presque Isle with her flags and sea glass 
The promise of going to Canada 
Turning my head to look at the lake, that dark lake
Itself enigmatic- a sea but not a sea 
I think about that, brush the snowy sand from my palms 
Yes, in a way,
That could be me 


Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.


Details | Free verse | |

down here in the trenches

Down Here in the Trenches

----------
“In 1971, President Nixon, loosing (sic) the war in Vietnam, declared war on cancer…”
M. Bower & J Waxman 2006
----------

Down here in the trenches
Where cancer frames the view
The unfortunate afflicted
Gather side by side
United in their private battle

With futures fallen like rain drops
Forming puddles at their feet
They are stripped of their very selves
Decimated by the disease 
And how we treat

For in the depths of these trenches
Cells die in their beds
As the devastated sufferers
Make alliances as dangerous
As their cancerous threats

They fight with science 
Stainless steel
Radiation
And chemistry

They fight with their bodies
Hair loss
Steroidal appetites
And minimal immunity

They fight with determination
Vomiting
Diarrhoea
And dignity

For here on the front line
The brave make a stand 
Flanked by a company
Of family and friends
They scheme and form plans

Amid booms of laughter
The rat tat tat of many voices
Advice is given to recent strangers
On all topics from head wear 
To garden maintenance

Out here at the front
Of the war for humanity
Fighting for the ultimate prize
To eradicate cancer from their lives
The courageous level their sights 
On the enemy

---------
I have entered this in Poet Destroyer A's "Pinktober" comp. What a great cause!!


Details | Free verse | |

Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Sandalwood

                    
                            ~ Sandalwood ~ 

                      Fall days leaves of gold orange and grey
                     this scent fills my room with passion my mind with clarity
                     The senses are calmed and my inner soul strengthens 

                      As if I can visualize inner peace
                        watching the many trees fall 
                         The scent of Sandalwood reminds 
                     
                             ~ of what once stood  ~
                              allowing me to accept all

                          bringing solace to my soul 
                             filling the air of past and present 
                      one of natures gifts holds a musky oil passionate 
                        
                      enlightens all senses reminding me 
                     of Native American ways fires blazing 
                      children dance and listen to old ways
                        
                     Thunder and rain in the misty Canyons 
                        dessert Sage and Sandalwood 
                       close my eyes yet seeing the truth 


Details | Couplet | |

We Dream In Pink


In moments of silence, we dream in pink tranquility,
a blushing sunrise draped in rays of hope. The ability
to stand tall and then rise, soaring over the beast, shaded
below. Our memories of sickness and sorrow faded
until our tomorrows are crowned in wreaths of laurel.
We are survivors! The beast cannot shred our blooming floral 
spirits - our beauty, strength, resolve comes from our mother’s fight
in this long battle. We, who once walked alone, take flight
together on our promise to triumph in pink. We will leave
a legacy of unity to our daughters. We will not grieve
for the days before the noise in our heads became deafening. 
We will seize the pink skyline and savor the silencing   
of our fears. Prayers of hope will be heard across time and space
as the angels shout in Heaven. This is our fight! This is our race! 
The finish line waits, in our sight, on the blazing pink horizon… 


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders 
for the PINKTOBER ((Join The Fight )) Contest

**Dedicated to all the brave breast cancer survivors including 
my mother-in-law, Joan Saunders** 


Details | Senryu | |

You Will Feel

be mindful
human rights are human ways
that lead down

be careful
the words above always remain
wear no crown

trap the sin
destroy the lie of conceit
look within

don't consume all that you see
you will feel
wrong like fire


Details | Rhyme | |

A smooth sea

A smooth sea never made a skillful mariner
Work smart, persevere and don't fear failure
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor
Work smart, persevere and you'll be a winner


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Malala



In Swat valley in Northern Pakistan
Malala, a young female teenager 
Stood against the might of the Taliban
And earned the respect of those who knew her 

She opposed their girls' education ban
And spread the issue all over the world
This enraged the terrorist Taliban
Who were determined to silence this girl

They sent an assassin to murder her
And he shot a bullet right through her head
But she proved to be a tough survivor
And became even more vocal instead

For her courage and heroic action
She earned the award of a Nobel prize
This defiant female from Pakistan
Became an idol in everyone's eyes



This is a tribute to Malala, recent Nobel Prize recipient.



iambic pentameter
john beharry
10/12/2014
 
 


Details | Free verse | |

Forgotten You

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .
Words


Details | Free verse | |

Devil Disguised As Cancer

You try to lead a auspicious life,
Trying your best to mirror Christ,
Well done my faithful servant is the remark you want for your fight,
Church is your Paradise, 
Everyone thinks you are swell,
You have the faith of a mustard seed like Jonah inside of the whale,
Suddenly out the blue rapid pains invade your body,
Oh Lord I trust in you,
My faith will never disembody,
Until one day you give in to pain and frantically need a answer,
The doctor sheds a tear,
I'm sorry but you have cancer,
Stage 4,
Now you are in your last days , 
This is not a phase,
Your days are blue even in the mist of sun rays..
Your family is in a rage over this information,
Hopeless despair engaged like a Jew in concentration,
Separated from humanity equals abrupt insanity,
Cancer can be depressing,
Chemo is very stressing,
Fatigue forbids you from assessing your blessings,
I know its very difficult ,
Just hold on and continue to pray,
Because at the end of the day, 
God has the last say...


Details | Rhyme | |

The Victory Dance

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

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

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

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

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

And do the Victory Dance.


Details | 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 | Prose Poetry | |

Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"


Details | Sestina | |

Seeing What

Manifestations in life come from chosen
application of frequent thoughts in one's mind
Reveals and befalls a person's existence
Resource for combustion the fuel is spirit
This one can learn even if they not humble
All acts come into being through the body

Impulsive are the desires of body
Selfish at times be these acts one has chosen
Passion does carry energy for spirit
yet this life adventure is just one existence
There are many more for the creative mind
This should cause all to pause and be humble

Still those deny that there is a co-existence
carrying on with life never be humble
they all follow the dark path they have chosen
allowing uncontrolled thoughts to run the mind
Reluctantly it does comply the spirit
Paid by his holy sacrifice of body

Unlimited is the source of the spirit
becoming aware of this is to humble
knowing there is more than human existence
Serving only as a vessel the body
placed to carry out the deeds that are chosen
Placing utmost importance on state of mind

Considerations to remaining humble
It provides one with a peaceful existence
thoughtful are all of the decisions chosen
Willing compliant must be the spirit
Stable and balanced at all times is the mind
Righteous and just are the acts of the body

Coming to an understanding in one's mind
Relating all things as is to the body
Ever present to assist is the spirit
a faithful and loyal companion chosen
who steadily remain fixed to be humble
There in part lay a eternal existence

Sought after is a chosen
humble coexistence
of mind, body and spirit


Details | Ode | |

Because They Play the Game

Dedicated to every young man bestowed the honor of wearing 
the glorious Oklahoma Sooners' Crimson & Cream 

--------------------------------------------------------------

Over sixty years, boy and man, I have been a Sooners fan;
And always hoped to be among the truest in the stands.
And while I don’t remember all the Players’ names,
They’re my Heroes, each and every one, because they play the game.
  
When they’re on the field of battle, my Sooners surely give their all;
And when they’re on the sidelines, just waiting for a Coach’s call;
Visions of Glory must be dancing in their heads;
The Glory of the moment and our cheers, the Glory of playing for
   the mighty Big Red.

And for those Sooners who rarely played, whose names were 
   known only by a few,
Make no mistake my friend, each of them is my Hero too.
Like Soldiers waiting in the ranks, but never called to fight,
They ‘re ready and they’re willing, their spirit and their sacrifice
   add to Big Red’s might.

I stand in awe of Sooner Magic.  No, I never doubt it.
My Sooners could have never won so many Championships without it.
But don’t misunderstand when I say Sooner Magic won those games;
It was Sooners players who, once again, rose to the occasion and
   glorified the name.

Sixty years of college football and my Sooners have won the most.
Their fierce pride and performance inspire this simple toast:
“My Sooners Team goes on and on, different faces, different names;
But my Heroes, Each and Every one, for win or lose…
                                              
                                 They play the game.


Details | Free verse | |

Bladder Problems in Class

Numbers on 
White board…names written hori-
zontally

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

Bathroom line
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!

People are
Not using lunchtime to do 
Their business 

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Family That God Gave to Me

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


Details | Narrative | |

New Paths

A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we seek...

The new path is what is found,
Going through forests bound,
Going through the path inbound,
With soothing and raging water sounds.
Walking confound,
Silence profounded,
Sight astounded,
Passed through burial grounds...

Seeking for another way around,
Noises resound,
Spirits surround,
The paths newfounded,
Our instincts compounded,
Followed by the hounds,
Echoes in ultrasounds,
Passed through mysterious breeding grounds...

Going to stamping grounds,
Trying to get off this ground,
With those burial mounds,
Death moving the wheels around,
Silhouettes running aground,
Trying to leave safe and sound,
Passing through some hunting grounds...

Seeking for common grounds,
The mistaken path redounded,
Regretful screams abound.
Plans propounded,
Though some are fouled,
Throughout the paths that were found...

However, most are lost and wounded,
Most tended to walk out,
Some minds and hearts full of doubts.
Hearing salvation shouts,
From all these new paths walked and found...


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

acceptance

   Who's that staring through my window walls, with eyes as old as time
the clock has not yet moved and the wind outside has died
no breath for me to find nor the strength to check the time
unless the minute hand is lying theirs a chance i may have died
I wish this all a dream but the eyes i see dont lie, they have told me with their watching that all men do really cry
yet in vain is all my wishing but perhaps this is delusion of a sedimentary man with his mind ripe for losing 
Come at me then red devil, I shout within my mind yet the tension I had hoped for was delayed and rather dry
no ravishingly velvet flame encircled this such room, nor were the furniture and ottoman  thrown like an old shoe
marvelous the time in which a demon throwns your home and his only one intent is to stare right through your soul
 to that i bid goodnight to you, to do as you wish, regardless of the manner I am nothing more then fish. to be shot out of a barrel for a fellow such as this
If you do deem it fit that I wake another morning all i ask is that the clocks all please return to working order


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


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.


Details | Ballad | |

My Cousin Alf

Written by my Cousin Susan Northwood who thinks she cannot write. She wrote this poem for me. pleaser let her know that she can write very well, she is also an excellent artist. By the way, I am back from my holiday, and glad to be back with you all.





My cousin  Alf.

Whilst searching on the net one day
A name jumped out on me
Peter Duggan, as he is known
My cousin, that he be.
A crazy man, a writer too
Speaks his mind, I kid not you
He loves to argue, and debate
Gossip, and trivia, he does so hate.

He wrote me emails, all the time
And many poems in rhythm, and rhyme
His words were calming, made sense to me
Helped my fears,and anxieties.
Life for him had not been kind
Bullied, beaten, and a troubled mind
But here he was, helping me
With all my anger, that He could see

As time did pass, my life got better
Thanks to him, and all his letters
Back and forth, we wrote like mad
Happy laughing, and sometimes sad.
Now here in Oz, I've come to see
My cousin, and his family
Yes he's just how I imagined
Loves all life, and writes with passion.

He argues, talks, and often shouts
Sings, and laughs, but what about?
Yes, he's blunt, and can be rude
He'll shock you too, if you're a prude
But underneath his suit of armour
There stands a man, who's met his karma
All he wants is peace in in life
No more trouble. fights and strife.

There's many souls who cannot cope
With this loud, outspoken bloke
But I know where this man is from
He says it in his words and songs.
So for me he is not Peter
Or Billy, John or Ralph
He simply is my cousin 
Also known as Alf.

Written by Susan Northwood, for Peter Duggan.


Details | I do not know? | |

WHO AM I BY NAME ALONE

written 10th Aug 2013



I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"

She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"


Details | Imagism | |

In The Land of Light

When I tell you that I love you 
I mean it like NO other

It does not come from my mind 
nor my heart  

But from deep within my soul


I love you with the innocence 
of an infant and the playfulness 
of a child
Like the daydream of a 
teenager and the content in a 
woman's smile

It's a love that grows within me 
every time I meet your gaze
A love that embraces and binds 
me in so many different ways

A love that sparkles on the 
river like the sun could only get 
brighter
As breathtaking as the 
waterfalls which make 
discomforts lighter

A love that has the power to 
make the forests much more 
greener
That illuminates the ocean and 
makes all melodies sound 
sweeter

A love that views the night sky 
more magical than it seems
That allows me to fall sleep and 
have the most enchanting 
dreams

A love that puts me at ease 
and gives me peace of mind
It encompasses all of my 
beliefs and strengthens bonds 
to the Divine

This love in its entirety was not 
even portrayed above
As there is no earthly way to 
even begin to describe my love 


I cannot say that I will love you 
forever, as that is a time to 
measure 

In the place that I truly love 
you, time does not exist

It is in the land of light where 
only this love subsists


Details | Blank verse | |

The Eye

The eye,a sign the 
unwise can't comprehend
  Forged from the world's 
origin,an 
illumination in darkened 
minds,for the 
enlightened ones like 
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac 
Newton,John Milton....etc.
   The eye is a tree 
with many branches like 
Priory of Scion,Knight 
templars,I.O.G.T,United 
Nations,Masonic 
Lodge,Music industry, 
Politics,global economy, 
etc 
stretching beyond 
human imaginations-felt 
in all corners of earth.
  The world is clothed 
through wisdom from 
above.
   The eye,all seeing 
sign,an invincible 
emblem of power and 
riches to the lion hearted 
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and 
fame.
  Creating the social order 
through men of power....
  Some see it as a 
curse,others a blessing.
  I feel it,the great eye is 
everywhere watching 
you!


Details | Rhyme | |

Together,Forever

I call it a blessing from above
And I know everyone wants this to have
Everyone is looking for it
But only few can found it

I'm lucky I'm one of that few
And I've been blessed to found true love in you
It's like a dream came true
To be loved by the guy I loved too

To you,I felt the undefined happiness
For me,for all the guys you are the best!
And I want you to stay for the rest of my life
Coz' I really need someone like you in my life

I consider you as a blessing sweetheart
So I give to you my sincere HEART
I love you forever
And I hope that God will guide us to be together..forever


Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


Details | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Final Adieu

Final Adieu

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

Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s college


Details | Rhyme | |

We Need God Back Into Our Schools

We Need God Back Into Our Schools!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton   10/24/13


Details | Ballade | |

Success

Success

The other day I saw a man
He was an old, old man
He had this sparkle on his face
And a wondrous smile that ran
Right from his mouth up to his ears
He was a happy guy
And yet he had no home, no car
And soon in death he’ll lie.

I saw a man on the Television
His face all misery
He was a man who had so much
Such an important man he be
And yet his face was deathly grey
All life was drained from it
It seems that all his cobwebbed money
Has not helped him a bit.

I let you see the contrast here
So all you folk who hope
One day to be someone of means
I hope they will take note
Though money has a lot of value
It does not bring success
Cause in the end success must mean
A life of happiness.

1 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.





Details | Dramatic monologue | |

My Swallow of Water

The Horn of Africa is where I am from.
I am just a simple woman with her children.
Lord God is our seeker and natural disaster will come.
I must conserve my last drop of water.

I see the sunrise high in the east.
In bottles, water exists.
I know that a drought is on the horizon.
My swallow of water is in my eyes.

My struggles have been many.
My strife is a way of life.
Never do I blame Lord God for this evil.
We live side by side.

Segmented are our families tribal to their forms.
We have seen droughts before and we know this is not the worst to come.

A bottle of water I take to my mouth to drink.
I treasure the quenching and feel the relief.
I look inside and see my last swallow of water that I will swill. 
My tongue touches my lips and I think about the last drought my life seen.
I thank God and say – Hallelujah Amen!

User Name: Verlena
Pseudonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: Imani


Details | Ode | |

Ode To Marriage

Can I have this hand in marriage dear,
Can you grace me with "I do",
Let the angels sing to Heaven,
Let my heart soar with their tune.
Let us seal our love for we two,
Let no others interfere,
Let Evil, with his one good eye,
Attempt to trick and snare.
Let Age pass on his cares to us,
For bound, we are as one,
We'll ride the heady winds of joy,
Until another song is sung.
Until another song is sung, my love;
We'll drink the drink of fools;
Let passion be our compass,
And a blinding trust our rule.
Let us plant the seeds of new life,
That through Time will resonate,
Let our names be always dear to those,
Who set them on their fate.


Details | Diamante | |

Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love

A small poem “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” wrote by Mrs. Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare

 “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” 

Seating nearby valley side,
Astonished by seeing a nature's serene beauty. 
Amidst Grassy hills,
zigzagically mounted on the stupefying homeland.
Pristine Water, Sliding from the highest peak,
Flowing in its own way,
Wondering about its challenging destiny.
Love the way you are.
I owe you for myself!!

Wind's whispered, Cheering in its ain way.
Chanting of music beats,
Recited with a soothing intonation.
Birds speaking eloquently..
Dazzling due to marvellous rainbow..
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself!!

Amazing and enamoured environment aroused my emotions,
Feeling Shy to express.
Missing my dream person,my Mr.Adam.
Versatile persona where are you?
Come here and hug me.
Fuel me up with spirit.
Gift me a smile.
Until forever fades away, Endure me.
Love the way you are..
I owe you for myself!!

Finished dropping stones in water.
Gladly waiting for your arrival.
Testing patience is all enough now.
Wanted to feel the gist of love.
Desire to fulfil wish with pure heart and soul.
Auspicious moments provoking to capture 
Love the way you are, 
I owe you for myself





by Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare.


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 | Concrete | |

Athlete's Journey

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Everything Will Be Alright

In His Arms, He holds me tight
And whispers sweetness in my ear.
It's everything I've been longing to hear:
"Everything will be alright."


Details | I do not know? | |

We Rise

I rise
You rise
Meeting every hour,  every day
Making the best of the moments
so they don't go to waste

I rise
You rise
On full head of dreams
Sometimes teary eyes
Yet still, we rise

I rise
You rise
Toiling soil until our fruits of labor arise
Sometimes they appear disguised
Ill shaped, presenting a surprise
But still we rise


Details | Haiku | |

Strong Tears

Because tears are meant
To be a symbol of strength
Even in hard days.


Details | Rhyme | |

I hope

I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday. 
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think, 
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
And some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head, 
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. 
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls 
Of unbelief?
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
I wonder.
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. 
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.


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The Message

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


Details | Blank verse | |

The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


Details | Epic | |

Crossroads

Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.

Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
ink intact.


Details | Free verse | |

Bravery

It's not a lesson to be taught
Or a skill to be acquired
It's the nudge to move forward
Open when the time is right
It's the spirit inside
God leading on the way
On the journey to discover
He is all you need
It's the courage to let go
Say yes instead of no
Reveal what you've been holding back
As Jesus takes the wheel
It's the realization that it doesn't matter
What others think of you
God leads you where you're meant to be
Just allow you to be you
It's the standing up to fear
Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!"
The battle has been fought too long
Time to let the stalemate end
It's the inspiration you've been holding
For others and for yourself
The light we've been dimming
Rather than shining on His behalf
It's the spontaneity in the decision
To follow His call all the way
Discovering peace in being you
Wide open as the perfect creation you are
The world out there is brutal
But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand
His bravery now is all we have
But His bravery of love is all we need
May God bless you!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Star Trek Rules

Star Trek Rules!

It was time for: Comic Con! Comic Con! Dragon wanted to come, too!
But then so did everyone else at Troll Lake… Hey, now, wouldn’t you?
We made some really cool costumes… for the costume show, my Dear.
You can guess, ‘Star Trek Rules!’ It couldn’t be anything less, you hear. 

Our favorite nighttime popcorn show, would truly now, become a part of our lives! 
The penguins got permission from the zoo; to go… great publicity, so very wise.
McRacoon had his Las Vegas Dragons get us, and a mock saucer, there, all on time.
Naturally pre-registered and in costume, we strutted in! Hi there! Began the playtime!

Man we were really cool, as the guest actors ask for OUR autographs. For Real!
Pictures were snapped, and a poster made, to be signed by everyone, so cheerful.
It’s highest bid, given to charity, would be a nice touch, for everyone in our crew.
The costume show was set outside, where all the dragons, could fly in, or out, too.

And a small mock, star ship was landed on stage, so we could enter with more flare.
Lord a mercy! Look at us! We’d never be like this, again! We were like stars, I swear!
Grandpa Troll, became Mr. Spock, naturally, because he was so, very clever and wise.
Our neighbor witch, was Uhura, due to her great ability to, protect everyone’s’ lives. 

Borp the Frog became Sulu, so he could take us up to Borp speed, with laser effects!
Hubby was Scotty, with the Tinker Trolls in engineering, for special effects, so perfect!
The penguins were the beloved crewmembers, running with lasers, all over the place.
The powder puff tribbles, got wet, so yes, became the ‘Trouble with Dribbles’, in space.

The Mary River Turtles wanted to be Checkov. What a groovy, exciting, security team.
Dragon wanted to be Captain Kirk, you know, like totally, in command… At the scene!
All agreed, I’d be a great Dr. McCoy, since I always get to, kiss the Boo- Boo’s away.
The Weird Frogs were the Aliens, chasing everyone mindlessly, around, the set, that day.

And the Las Vegas Dragons, became attacking star ships, over which our lasers won!
The crowds went wild, and we won first place in their hearts, as well as, in their minds!
Everyone had, such a good time, so the Trek continued, well after, when we got home.
That year Comic Con made the National news, and of course, nobody, was surprised!

As the residents of Troll Lake and Acorn Falls… continue to Trek on… every day!

By Mike and Carol Eastman… 


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FOREVERMORE

When I hear your name
My heart beats faster than usual
It's not that I am ashame
But It's just your name is too special..

Can't control the feelings
When I am with you
Can't stop smiling
When you hold me like you do

When you hug me then
I feel like I'm in heaven
You are a blessing from above
And you are the reason why I loved

I'll promise to love you FOREVERMORE..
And I will cherish you until the end of my borrowed life
And I will keep our precious memories as long as
we see each other in our next life..


Details | Imagism | |

GOD ALONE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

just believe..
do trust..

blessed afternoon


Details | Rhyme | |

Thankfully

God, my ears are open
And I know what to do.
Please help me to make a decision
That finally leads to You.


Details | Ballad | |

LIFE LIKE A ROAD

                              Everyone 
                          enjoys to take 
                       a ride or just
                   to go for a leisure stride. 
                    Long winding road
                       Wide and free
                            or a narrow
                         straight route 
                    Lure to the eye and for a try
                      promising pile of trees 
                         on pied each a natural
                           beauty pride. Lights...
                        Signals on both sides
                      Providing travelers a guide
                       Keeping them always 
                    on safe side... Our 
                  BREATH of LIFE is like a ROAD
                    Each passing night and day
                       there's a heavy or light load
                       Sometimes a mystery 
                     with a puzzle code
                    Each one efforts 
                  careful to decode
                Thanks, THERE IS GOD
                  that abides... ALWAYS THERE
                    NEVER ON UNDISCOVERABLE HIDE
                      Through all blessings 
                         and trials tide. Bumps 
                      and accidents slowing
                   Even stopping the glide
                      Problems buffering
                             life's tide... Ethics, 
                           justice and society snide
                             they may equal to a lie
                            Whatever comes
                          however things maybe
                       Don't stop; Keep going. Even on a 
                   Dark cocoon... KEEP BELIEVING! KEEP WIN-
              NING! a road like never ending  until it reaches 
          a happening may it be a grand or simple celebration of life
       what is essential... YOU PASSED EACH WAY LIKE IT'S YOUR LAST
LIKE - IT - IS - YOUR- LAST NOT SAVING THE BEST FOR LAST.. so I never stopped..
Despite heartaches.. Hardships I went through.. I hold on..I keep moving.. Growing..loving.. For at the end of this road there - face to face at last with my Creator.

(C) olive_eloi
10:29am
REVISED: MAY 05, 2014

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Sponsor: Kelly Dreschler
3rd Place.. Praise GOd.. :D


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Forget naught

-Forget naught-

So soon after supper, you’ve forgotten
Those ones you called your alter egos.
Said adieu and you did not stay o!
So soon you forgot those ones?						

The one you met and greeted in clan,
During moon, storm, wind, rain and sun.
When did you see such last o!
Have you forgotten that one?

The day you laughed, soul solo,
The day you wined and dined with time.
The day you saw what meant not see o!
Have you forgotten that one?

(Look) lad and lass, you’re right about your proof,
You hailed from the noble city.
But useless you to the piss poor, when yet yearning for more o!
Have you forgotten that one?

You’re known before your canker-worm,
You’re (now) renowned of being perilous.
In addition is your notorious nature o!
For God’s sake, did you forget that one?

It’s you that’s spotted in the red road,
Caught red handed and still didn’t repent.
Wake up and have a rethink of your ways o!
Be pure heart and build a better unforgettable one.

It isn’t right when you rolled late in rock n’ rule,
It’s lovely then to have discovered you’ve inborn.
The loveliest of all is mastering one at a time o!
Let’s hope you wouldn’t forget that one.

Tis terrible there you mounted upon
Would you mind stepping down from there?
Saying wisely, you are the master of your ships o!
But stay grown, before you decide that one?

Wanderer (like yourself) wouldn’t warn you youth. 
That is your life you’re playing apart.
Stay put so as to not cross your luck in the vain search o!
Let’s hope you wouldn’t forget that one.

Having a slot in the scorching sunny days,
Pitter-patter you’re yet there.
Should no vacancy, don’t let longing for home hook you o!
Work (more) harder, and there you get a better one.

Thinking about joy to come without working towards joy,
Hoping that that will bring forth the fortune you crave.
Joy won’t near you until you dare joy o!
Never forget that one.

Often, you’re inspired by rich men virtues
These call for emulations, they’re what you lip.
The outer- ordinary you see but careless about digging o!
And what would you call that one?

There you’re when you suddenly spoke,
And found your blurred lids exposed to transient.
Deeply lost when you lock in lack of exposure o!
To knowledge, you dare not forget that one.

 You know what; I think you’re right,
That wrong rag-tag rule is the reigning rule.
But that got nothing doing in your personal dreams o!
Let’s hope you’re aware of that one.

You met your kinds in the region seemingly round.
Or have you forgotten that one?
Soils and skies make sphere most suitable for soul o!
Don’t say that, you forgot that one.

For you to assure me you note those terms
Show me what you’ve taken down.
About war, perhaps fun, or on allies and foes o!
Let me hear you on those ones.

Always remember you lived zero worlds,
Always remember you toured the middle worlds.
Since the last worlds, is still obscured o!
Live those ones you know as one.

So soon at first light, you’ve forgotten
The one you proclaimed your alter ego.
Said farewell and you did not save o!
So soon you forgot that one.

Let’s hope in the struggle through life,
You wouldn’t forget someone.
That perfected you in the most appealing beauty o!
Let’s hope you wouldn’t forget that Worthy One.




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A Very Inviting Temptation

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


Details | ABC | |

A New Life

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

By Brian otoole


Details | Couplet | |

DON'T WORRY - YOU'RE COVERED

Copyright © 2013
07/27/2013

Politicians' greed seems to hover
  Over our lives, a simmering cover

Separation of Church and State?
  Satan planned mankind's fate

As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
  Over their land like locusts do cover

The faithful do not fret what is hovering
  By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering

Our leaders refuse to make a deal
  When enthralled by Satan's Will

Politics, and selfish greed
  Failing our Nation's need

Obama-Care, a change that's fair
  Or, struggling against Satan's lair?

But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
  Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.
  



by: LP
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
         25 Sep 2013  - 8:13pm


Details | Rhyme | |

Healing Can Only Happen When the Pain Is Gone

Healing Can Only happen,
 When the Pain is Gone!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton   10/19/13


Details | Romanticism | |

Love needs Two Hearts

Love cannot bloom,
love cannot go on,
love cannot persue it dreams,
love cannot be what it is meant to be,
love cannot be where it is supposed to be,
if love doesn't have two hearts.

Love needs two hearts to be true,
Like water to a dried rose
makes it bloom in spring weather
with such glory and beauty.
Love cannot be true if one heart
doesn't love the other.
Care, trust, honesty and loyalty
in love it has no boundaries,
it has no color, it has no age,
like a fine wine or an aged whiskey
it grows better with time.
But love cannot fullfill without the other half.

If a woman loves man,
let her love him,
if you love me,
than love me, but if my heart is gone
and cannot be found in such relation with you
then I must halt, till my heart comes around.
If it never does show with the first light of morning,
then it wasn't meant to be with thee.
Come now, do not shed a tear for me,
a simple heathin, who cries havoc
when something doesn't go his way.
Do not cry, do not shed your one of a kind tears
for a souless man, for a heartless man like I,
but do not blame me,
if my heart cannot be found.

Love needs two hearts,
not one or the other can survive
without each other.
Love is patient, love is kind,
but with ever lover comes another.
And we will all fall in great and deep love,
be intoxicated with each other,
and our sweet kisses that God himself would shed a tear
for such beauty that still exisits.
Love needs two hearts,
you cannot have one, without the other.


Details | Rhyme | |

Growing In Years

He is my gentle seduction
that makes me lighter than air
he holds onto me firmly
so I won't up and disappear

Not that I don't love him
but in fact, I love him so dear
but remember, I told you, 
he makes me lighter than air

He has to be my angel
God sent me, I, unaware
for years I stopped dreaming
I guess out of lonely fear

But today, I woke from dreaming,with him kissing my ear
how perfect our love is, in our older years
enjoying those simpler things like cooking
fishing or just holding the other near

He is my handsome husband
the father of my children, our truest bliss
soon the grandfather to the symbol
of all these growing in loving years


Details | Free verse | |

Self Confidence of Pride

It's not about having money and thinking your above everything and everybody

It's not about being less fortunate and thinking you can run game on whatever you please

It's not about color and where you stand in any position

It's not about being older and knowing more and thinking to take advantage of the younger ones

It's not about being smarter and looking at others as if they have no qualifications

It's not about gender and who can do what job better

It's not about what side of the city you represent, but how you represent yourself as an individual


Details | Rhyme | |

Where Is My Life Going


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Catch My Fall

God, please heal this broken soul
And tell me where to go
Because I don't know where to go.
Into Your Arms,
I give my all
Because You're the Only One
Who can catch my fall.


Details | Free verse | |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



Details | Blank verse | |

To Be

                  to be considered a poetess ~
          to be told by so many talented people here 
               This is a beautiful write , keep writing 
           I love the way you gracefully put the words together 
            
            To be the Mother of three amazing children 
                For my Daughter to tell me she is proud of me 
           for she thinks I write beautifully ~
           To be loved infinitely ..and for me to love in return 
 
            I was asked for my Autograph 3 times in a year  
                 I will not lie ...that was amazing !

            To be told " has anyone ever told you you're beautiful ?
               Well ..I didn't want you to forget ."
            to be called Yvetteishka ~
         
               to be entered in  ~The best compliment Contest ~











Details | Rhyme | |

On This Day

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


Details | Free verse | |

Parasitic Life Form

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Distillery I rented from John Stienbachs ghost

                    It was a moment in time 
                  a fate of inspiration gifted 
            I believe I was lifted a destiny in writing 
                I would vibrantly pursue .
             Renting a cottage once in Monterey Bay
           this cottage special in some way
          
            The very minute moving.. I felt a presence 
                      giving me no serenity , no rest 
                            feeling I were a quest ~

                 After desiring this home so                            
                      telling the Realtor ~ I made a mistake     
                     She told me be calm ~
                        many have said this before you 
                               ~ this haunt was not a new 

                  For once lived a Writer ~well respected Gent
               His cottage a distillery during the time of prohibition.

                  Many Gents and Ladies came to this cottage 
                      unlawfully gamble & drink through the night
                    Who would think , Doc Ricketts in Cane & Hat
                               it was a party by moon light  ~
                      
                              In the back a distillery hidden in a old shed
                                    many Alcoholics were fed ~
 
                         The ghost popular quite the Ladies man ~
                                I was honored while feeling displaced  

                                 For those who have not read my poems 
                                    ~   and this may be new. 
                                          This really happened ~
                      The ghost of John Steinbach rented me his home True
                                   
 

                  Yvette & The ghost of John Steinbach's  , Teamwork  9/14/2013 
    


Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten

years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.




Details | Free verse | |

United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.


Details | Free verse | |

Last Summer Saturday

Poorly heated coffee;
I can't seem to get it hot enough.
Tired eyes still rolling,
Film draped for dreaming.
This last Summer Saturday,
Might as well call it Fall.
The pumpkins out and jumping,
Future jack-o-lanterns for fun.
Gentle breeze cascades,
Every once in a while a poof.
Sunny sun still sunning;
Please don't ever go away.
Time to heat up the coffee;
My goodness this is good!
So open arms and lean back;
God is so, so good!


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My Sins

My Sins – Zamreen Zarook

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

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

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

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


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Make him a soldier

Make him A Soldier


Make him a soldier 
so I won't cry anymore

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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I'M NOT GOING TO BE AFRAID ANYMORE

I'm not going to be afraid anymore of you and your bullying ways.

You've been bullying me over and over again, day after miserable day.

You call me names, sometimes you push, shove, say bad things to me, and spread 
rumors about me to other kids.

I told my parents, teachers, and principal too.  You always lie and say bullying is not 
something you do or ever did.

So, it's obvious I have to solve my own bullying problem by taking a stronger stand.

I'm not going to be afraid of you anymore, this I hope you clearly understand!

Short of having to fight you, unless you provoke me to, you will no longer bully me!

Can you hear the strength, sincerity, and passion in my voice?  I'm not going to be afraid 
of you anymore.  It would be in your best interest to immediately take heed!

Al Johnson.


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My Inner Breath Part:2

Fight for your country but we're all brother in soul
Why are we so ignorant of the situation
Why is there so much hatred between our nations
Why are we fighting for the wars
There has only been massive destruction in the course
They say fight against but when will it stop
We are just playing a game that's killing at the top
How i wish for no more discrimination only charisma
The hope for no more judging and no more racism
One united world is what we'd call it in those days
Not knowing the resemblance or the difference in those plays
Trying to make a change for a better place
I'm going to evolve into a change that rearrange
I'ma be a leader not a follower in my story
i"m not afraid to race in my glory
Watch me grow in these multitudes 
With a desire to overcome in positive attitudes
Not just another one in the crowd
Wanting me, myself and i to be proud
Not if people know how I'm feeling
Or if my notes are any much revealing
I want to be listened to and memorized along history
My melodies will be more than the different like Elvis Presley

More than the unique but not lie the usual
Not afraid of being who I am I'm not unusual
Day by day trying to figure out what God plans for me
everyday Im looking for my destiny
Knowing none of this to you might make any sense
But lets worry about the now not the past tense
now there's a time for every season
Knowing everything happens for a single reason
Knowing how it feels to be alone in a world of many
But i have Jesus and I'm sure that's plenty
Cause and effect being human is a result of virtues and defects
There's a time to live and a time to die
There's a time to live and a time to cry
Wanting to do something here and about
Exhaling a shout
Wanting to cry out that for sure
Making a single wish on a million shooting stars
Believing I'm locked up but not behind bars
Locked inside a maximum security called inner self
Going through something I've never delft
Why is this happening to me
Reasons are complicated to see
Or to believe in such disasters
Sometimes i wish i could just die faster

A topic which seems long way off is really not that far
My soul locked inside a body jar
Sometimes having those dreams that make you doubt and intervene
It changes your perspectives with a rotation of electives
A mentality in a state of maturity
Not close to being a fallen angel with any much purity


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The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom

The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom!

The fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom.
This is a helpful key to enter his kingdom!

This encourages a reverence
for his holy name!
Having God’s wisdom, can spare us,
 so much shame!

God loves and cares for us! 
 And listens when we pray!
Through his son Jesus, 
his love has been displayed!

He’s given to us his word,
 as a way to remind us…
We may get lost…  
But God’s love will find us!

Having a Godly fear, will nourish the soul!
Having his wisdom will help
 make us whole!

Won’t you seek the Lord?
While he may be found?
He can pick you up, when you feel
 you’re losing ground!

Come one and all! 
 All of heaven does proclaim…
Anything you need… 
 You can find in Jesus’ name!

Please, dear lord, bring your
 presence and love!
And guide us with your wisdom
 and spirit from above!

By Jim Pemberton


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Porn No More

I've watched the war from behind closed doors;
Eyes too glued to close.
And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more.
God's love is the only hope we know.
We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus.
We are saved because of the love that is Jesus.
We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us.
We are loved!
No matter what we've done, we are loved!
Confess and ask for forgiveness;
This is such a beautiful gift!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
You forgive me!
You save me!
You change me!
I am changed!
I am new!
I am renewed!
I am forgiven!
I am saved!
I am changed!
There's porn no more
For God's hope is in store!
There's porn no more
For God's love is the hope of the world!


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The Break Of A New Day

It's another North Carolina morning,
Just before I see the sun rise.
To lighter blue the sky is turning,
And nature wakes opening her eyes.



©2013 Honestly JT


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regret

We live our lives here for a reason 
 we all make mistakes along the road 
regretting nothing would be a form of Narcissism  
No lesson learned 
no lesson told~

Should have  could have   would have
are thoughts that can be entertained   
we are not perfect on the road walked~

Taking your own inventory 
discovering any pain 
 written down will release
the brave thing to do 
Look at your self and discover ~

 "Harm to one another  in gossip or lies told 
 false stories full of hateful intent
listening to these   
 silently agreeing to participate "

Regret undiscovered causes Rage ~

People whom see eyes closed  People we all meet 
 courage in taking our own inventory  
learning every day is a lesson shared
clean your side of the street 
doing your best to forgive your own heart 
then others ~


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Frankly

i have crafted and shafted and then re positioned
divulged and indulged to precise disposition 
yet frankly my points are most blunt at the end and my walls tend to fall at the slightest of bends
be it not such a bridge but a try at amends, with a friend who is quite hard of hearing
come step in my cauldron both women and children, these are the crimes i admit to both willinging and wildered
For i am the poet of pilgrims ,
what was left has been pillaged and raped, and only i who had managed escape
have been left to rebuild from the timbers


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ABSORBING NATURE

ABSORBING NATURE
Jet stream shoots Between two mountains cliffs A breeze of honeysuckles I smell Shooting stream Jet between two mountains Cliffs of honeysuckles to enrich Mountains cliffs A stream jets a breeze felt Honeysuckles smelt and landscape blooms Waterfall Mountain parts water pours A course emerge a spring to love
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Poet: Verlena S. Walker Date: Penned October 26, 2014! Contest Name: SOME FORM OF CRYSTALLINE


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Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 


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WHITE : The colour of pride

White is a colour which keeps us alive,
yellow in it, creates the entire beehive,
blue in it, changes the air wide,
it is a colour, ever seen by the people – blind.

White is a colour, that creates brightness,
without brightness, every colours seems odorless,
it enlightens, the great Antarctica,
providing it a unique land, alighting it from rest of Eurasia.

White is a colour, which gave us life,
from the time of wars, saved us from a mingle knife,
it is a colour, resembled in most flags,
saving the colour red, which were counted in plenty bags.

I salute the colour, not for its simple phase,
for it made it made me literate, stopping all from the big chase,
make the life a simple like the white snow,
enlightens it from the rest of the world and, just let me know!

“IT’S ALL ABOUT A CHASE AND COMPETITION.” 
   
  
 


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CONFIDENCE


                                                 CONFIDENCE

                          The world is full of people trying to stand out.
                             But they don’t realize that they already do.
                          They try so hard to figure what life’s all about.
                      With all their piercings, Crazy hair, and fresh tattoos.
                           They miss out because of the worry they feel.
                         Will they approve of the way I dress, think, or act?
                           In the spotlight a few moments they might steal.
                    But some of the stupid things they do can’t be taken back.
                           I have a secret that only the few wise ones know.
                              Love who you are and forget what they think.
                             And all the good things in life will soon follow.
                              And you shall rise above all as the critics sink.
                                So meet the world with you head held high.
                                  Let them see the beauty that is in you.
                              Let them see your happiness and joy inside.
                   And know that nobody needs to love you more than you do.


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Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!
Amen!


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Jesus Has Given So Much

What Shall I Do? For the One Who Gave So Much? What shall I do? For the one who gave so much? God reached down, and blessed me, with his touch! What shall I do? To my lord who bled and died? It was for my life, that Jesus was crucified! What shall I do? To the God who truly loves me? He has made it know that he wants to be with me! What shall I do? For the many who’ve “lost their way?” Please dear Jesus… Give me the right words to say! What shall I do? As my way of, expressing my gratitude? May God help me to have a Christ’ like attitude! What will YOU do? In this time that God’s given to you? He’s here right now! And is patiently waiting for you! What will YOU do? Will you give God a chance ? Won’t you accept his salvation? Whatever the circumstance? What Christ will do… Is to do, what he does best! Simply give him your life! He’ll take care of the rest! What Christ has done…. Is to give life everlasting! Everything you need… Is right here, for the asking! By Jim Pemberton


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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...


 


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Move On

So you sinned?
Well, that's done and over with!
Keep it in the past
'Cause that's where it belongs.
But ask Jesus for forgiveness;
Don't dwell on mistakes any longer
Because He makes you new again:
Renewed.
Love is the outcome;
Forget the wrongs,
Love and move on!


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Path

Will I turn back? No, why?
Cuz this is my path, in life.
Will i stop, and wait for death?
Or will I live life, Breath by breath?
I choose to live day to day, with this life,
Cuz death can take us at any time.
Why not make the best of what we have now?
I REFUSE to keep my head hanging down.
I will try to live life to the best of my ability,
With peace, love, and tranquility.
i choose to be and think positively,
If I dont, I'll be self demolishing.
I chose the path I walk, Whether it be with someone or alone,
I'm pleased with myself and maybe a place to call home...
Who knows?
I will mature even wiser than before
Don't be jealous because YOUR decisions were poor.
Happier more than I ever was, now uncovered,
A life out there, WORTH being discovered?!?!?!?!?
Will I turn back? No, Why?
Cuz this is my path, in LIFE.


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Beyond The Distance And The Days

Our love grows stronger,
Even beyond the distance,
Even beyond the days.
I know you're with me always
And I'm always with you;
In God together we're together forever
And physically we'll be together forever soon.


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Champion

We walk talk like champions in the streets of nowhere planting seeds birthdays turn into funerals the life cement was not strong enough to build our hopes or blessings that petrol drive through our hidden abilities we all have spare wheels that God personally manufactured for us and He made education our only air filler for flat tires and this is why we don't stop and breath on our way to our dreams before we get admired right at this moment sum1 is getting cured through the love of spoken worded words laying clear pictures and he could name us life pitchers with endless scriptures and that's for his ears as he turns to be the world's champion


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A Soldier Remembers

A Soldier Remembers


In this evil world a few old men do still truly tell
the battles, gory losses and places their buddies fell
Painting the scenes of such sad and terrible fates
adding in the bloody details , names and sad dates

The old soldiers that lived on to love yet again
rarely ever forget the passing of cherished friend
So often said with a choked chuckle and hearty laugh
citing some other funny deed or terrible little gaffe
To highlight the humanity of that loved and departed soul
a remembrance, a statement so others may yet know

The life and times of a "beloved brother" and "comrade"
that did his very best and gave all he ever had
To stand his brothers and defend his beloved nation
preserve freedom and give peace to a future generation

Robert J. Lindley  07-13-2014

Dedicated to ALL soldiers and ALL heroes , fallen 
and living!


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The soul of the Crab

The soul of the crab

Oh how she hides behind that shell
Lets no one see her feelings
She’s practical in everything
But those feelings have her reeling
She’s sensitive, and hurt easy
And her moods they be so many
And yet she has not one bad bone
Malice, she has not any.

She be the one for queen and country
Digs into history
She’s always loyal to her kin
She loves her family
She’ll protect them with her life
Don’t no one touch her man!!!
She has a brilliant memory
And she’ll get you when she can.

Her mother, she loves very much
But her children more than that
Wherever there be family
That’s where she would be at
And how she loves to entertain
And cook delicious food
And always she will be a mother
In her heart will be her brood

9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.


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Light upon the Path

Sealed in walls of ice
My heart locked; frozen frail,
Ragged shardsduk-taped
After a swift fall from grace
Grim view of my shackled fate

Opening my mind
In order to see clearly
Amending time lost
Moving forward yet refrained
Seeking a promising path

Lily's, daisies, rose's,
Stoping to sniff as they bloom
Staring at the stars
Burning like a tigers eyes
Meek child I am no longer

Reach for heaven
To chase inner most desires
Stroking fire within
Aspiring to heights untold
Letting inner light shine o



(I connected this to "the great flower of life" in a perspective of personal growth from a troubled child to a positive and driven young adult inspired toward achieving greater things)


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Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me

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


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Love Is Louder

Love they say is louder than hate.
But I think that it’s a shame,
That only holds true when you have a pretty face.
Maybe I’m a disgrace,
For saying such a thing,
But think about your life and how true that *****rings.
And I cannot deny what this mirror is reflecting,
What’s standing in my way is only one thing.
It was beauty killed the beast,
In famine it will bring feast.
And sideways glances, second chances, you’ll get those at least.
But what about me?
What about us?
It’s power like money,
It drives greed,
it drives lust.
So what about you?
What can we do?
All I can hear,
The sounds that make the world disappear.
Love is louder than hate, but I can’t hear it from here.


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Gratefulness

To be absolutely certain To be firmly convicted in principle and belief Is the scariest feeling of all But, like all feelings, it never lasts The conviction stays, but the mind wanders Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort Where it rests merely to frenzy Into the streets of opposition Straight into the absolute wrong But the feeling never lasts It returns to the minute certainty The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced And the best feeling rises above the initial fear: Gratefulness
6-29-13


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My Notebook

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

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

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

But, you’re like no other . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Words of Wisdom to the Youth

As tears of strength and courage slip down my face,
I have waited so long for this euphoric embrace.
Through trials and tribulations,
I have kept my head up and marched,
Strived through fearlessly.
Though I walk through the valley of shadows and death,
I shall have no fear.
I know I am meant for more than this.
I strive for perfection,
Which we all know is impossible.
Therefore live life pure and full of bliss.
Be happy,
Take chances,
Fall in love… a few times!
Truly, genuinely learn to appreciate every little thing.
Moments are like shooting stars;
If you don’t keep your head up towards the sky,
You might miss out on the one that will 
change 
your 
life.

March 2013


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Two's Magic Nose

Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri... everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way the legend goes.
Ol’ Blue had a “magic nose.”
 
As Blue got older, his master’s mind would drift away
To a place where he and young Blue used to play. 
In the mornings, sitting over his coffee cup
He found it sad there were no pups.
He thought it would be such a shame
If the only memory was Ol’ Blue’s name.
 
So, Jim was compelled and full of pride;
He made a search, far and wide,
To find Ol’ Blue a suitable mate.
No doubt, his offspring would be great.
It seemed likely, he supposed,
At least one pup would have his “magic nose.”
 
She was a Champion Miss from New Orleans,
A beautiful “red” named Cajun Queen.
But Blue suddenly passed away, before the pups were born.
Jim was broken hearted.  He and “Queenie” mourned.
Then came the litter, but there was only one.
Jim struggled for hope; after all, he was Ol’ Blue’s son.
 
Dappled and lanky, a handsome little cuss,
He looked just like Blue.  Jim made such a fuss.
Naming this pup would require no ado.
It was obvious.  Officially, he would be “Blue Two.”
Oh yes, these were mighty large tracks to fill.
“Can he?”, folks asked.  Jim would say, “Heck yes he will!”

So his nickname became “Two” and he seemed to be smart.
Soon it was time for his training to start.
The basics went well, but Jim’s outlook grew very dim
When, instead of pointing, Two would wag and jump and bark at him.
Oh, Two seemed to be trying; but try as he might,
He just could not seem to ever get it right.

“Blue’s son or not, he’s got to go!”
Jim found Two a “pet home” far away, in Tupelo.
On his way back, he stopped in Texarkana.
Been too long a time since he’d seen his sister Hannah.
Six days and six pounds later, he was back on his way.
Work at the farm was callin’ and he’d be drivin’ all day.
 
He thought about Ol’ Blue and wondered if and when
He’d ever have a birddog as good as Blue again.
Oh, he knew another “magic nose” was just a far off dream;
After all, it wasn’t something any man could scheme.
A “magic nose” was a gift from God, only given to a few;
And he was proud and very lucky just to have known Ol’ Blue.
 
As he turned into his drive, he broke into a smile.
“Why… I can’t believe it!  It…It must be 300 miles!”
Two was on the porch, thin and dirty; but he struck a handsome pose.
Jim ran and hugged Two hard.  “How’d you get back?  Lord only knows!”
Suddenly Jim realized; and struck with awe, he slowly rose.
A tear trickled to his smile.  “Why Two… you have a “magic nose!”
 
Two and Jim are best of friends, together everywhere.
From milkin’ cows to bedtime, Two is always there.
Jim doesn’t hunt much anymore, now Two’s a rescue dog.
Just last month, he saved a little girl lost in Cooley’s Bog.
Jim struts and tells proud, heroic stories;
While Two wags and jumps and barks, and shares his glory.
 
Jim boasts, “Like father, like son!”, then speaks fondly of Blue;
But all know the largest tracks to fill are those of Two.
His deeds are known far and wide,
And fill Jim’s heart with love and pride.
For with every rescue, the legend grows;
About a dog named Two, and his “magic nose.”


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I have loved it all

I have loved it all

I have loved it all
Adored the whole of it
All those foolish dramas
The dirt and all the grit
The joy, and all it’s sorrows
I’ve really loved it all
All in all my life is beautiful.

I’ve heard folk moan about old age
But not me, never, no
Cause every day forever more
I’ll always feel that glow
That comes from living happily
Within this now, and here
I’m holding each new day so very dear.

I have loved it all
I have, that’s how I be
Oh, I’m so glad to be here
With my philosophy
My fate knows what she’s doing
And she’ll do right by me.

You’ll never hear me moaning
About my years so far
Cause all is an adventure
With me, the leading star
And when I leave this shell behind
I’m quite prepared to go
Though where I’m bound for then, I do not know.


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One Spirit

Shine, courageously
To block out any darkness
You, the only light


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Why Should I

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

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


®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich


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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
            


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Heartbreak

He wants to say "I love you,"
But keeps it to "Goodnight."
Because love would mean some falling,
and she's afraid of heights.

T.K


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By Our Side

By my side:
The tallest mountain,
The calmest pond,
The purest stream;
My hope and strength,
Faith and love;
The Lord,
Our God,
Always by our side


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The Name of Jesus

Whisper me the sweet sound of freedom,
The sweet sound found in Your Name,
Holy and Heavenly freedom,
All in the Name of Jesus!


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Jesus, Please Take Over Me

You've fallen down again;
How can you let darkness win?
You just scraped your knee,
You didn't break your leg.
It will all be okay;
I will give you strength.
Brush it off, my child;
Come and take my hand.
Let me help you up again;
You will be okay.
I have always been with you,
And I always will be.
I am by your side,
But this time,
Will you allow me to take the lead?


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CONQUERING DIVISIONS

I am not made a full blown beauty..
Nor I live a life of purity; charity & piety..
All I like to do is to live with identity..
Not of being a witty but a life of humility..

I tried to be a more social person..
Cracking out the shell I have put up..
Breaking from my own weakness..
Doing best in my found strengths..

I have craved to reach out to people..
Widening my horizon, increasing my knowledge and awareness..
Learning to acknowledge fellow human beings..
Regardless of who they are and where they from..

They said: "I must not do this as it is dangerous.."
but I stand to what I know: "Inside all human beings is the reflection of God.."
I give due and equal chance..
As my God have freely given me opportunities too..

We people are living in same earth..
Different are we because of status, faith or race..
Let not this be the reason for us to be divided..
Rather we must come in unison conquering divisions..

By: olive_eloi
22/10/2013
1:16am


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Cherish

We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.


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Doors Will Open

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Doors will open
Everyone – come on in! 


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The Truth About Love

Love is not easy
Love is hard
Love is time apart
Trying not to drown
Praying to stay loyal
Holding on to lover's promises
Dreaming of reuniting
Crying tears of hurt and joy
Thinking of you constantly
Asking God for all the best
Love is difficult
Love is not easy
Love is hard
Love is faith
Love is hope
Love is trust
But love is beautiful
Oh, so beautiful
And love is worth it
Oh, so worth it
Love is in God's Hands
Love is protected
Love will come back again
Reunion again
For God is love
In Jesus' Name
We pray
Amen!


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4 men in a boat

4 men in a boat,    on fateful night . A poet from England ,3 mates set sail , One fell over and met his demise , leaving behind 3  in sadness they returned .
To be described in a poem as they wrote .4 men in a boat ..minus one leaves 3.

I thought I alone , I was the only one. Maybe. I was wrong .
Who tells real truth in poetry I write , like the men in a boat that very sad night.
4 men in a boat , cold and frightened in a storm .

At the end of the Day , the end of life , all is happy , all is sad . In love and Pain inspired . Many words written, for life is a storm , in truth and misery . Until the beautiful waters calm  , and the seagulls sing their happy song for you. Then you will be writing words of love and happiness .



This has been revised from the original version , I am learning new formations by entering contest that are  for members on Poetry Soup. this is not about the win , I win every time I try !


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Defined by Love

The way you feel
about me doesn't
define me. You will
not cause me to
re-think my
priorities or
examine my virtues.
You may love, like,
hate or be neutral
towards me, that is
your prerogative. Of
course I would
prefer to be looked
upon as good,
inspiring, or any of
the positive human
characteristics we
know of... but it's
not essential to me
if I am not. I
respect your opinion
either way. More
importantly, I
respect mine. In my
eyes I AM worthy of
love, friendship,
forgiveness,
empathy,
understanding,
praise, blessings,
God's Love and love
for myself and I can
only hope for
"genuine" to precede
all of these words
and their meaning. I
understand that
these things I need
in my life, and they
are also the essence
of me, my gift to
those who really
know me and love me,
who truly desire to
be a part me, not
just tolerate me or
see an opportunity
for achievement at
my expense. I have
come this far on a
road paved of my
blood, sweat and
tears and the
admission of my
faults that made it
so. Many lessons I
learned were harsh
but I managed to
proceed in the right
direction and it was
I who suffered and
bowed my head with
shame and it was I
who rose, anew,
forgiving and
forgiven, humbled
and eager to forge
ahead. And the few
that were with me
all the while, will
forever be a part of
me, we are one and I
acknowledge I would
not be where I am,
who I am this day,
without you. And I
will always love
you. It is my
ambition and honor
to give to you the
same beautiful,
selfless gift. I
walk with God, in
good company of
those that chose to
walk with me in this
amazing life's
journey. And that,
is all I need to
know as to what
defines me, as a
person, a blessed,
cherished soul,
grateful for every
single moment.


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Freedom in Love

Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love


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Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html


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Grey Bird

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

Poem contest for Debbie -referential


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The Light

They praise me like a saint,
But I am a sinner;
They don't know the man they see.
I am an addict.
Broken eyes to pornography,
Only Jesus can set me free.
Only by His death on the cross
And the grace of His Father's love
Am I able to be set free.
With God as The Light,
The One and Only Light,
The Only Hope in sight,
Will I be set free.
I am free.


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Overcome

I picked up a penny face-down,
But I don't believe in luck.
Everything happens for a reason;
God's mercy frees the stuck.
Redeem me, Heavenly Father;
Please, I know the wrong I've done.
Thank You for dying for me;
My sins You have overcome!


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The Settlement of the Four Ligures

The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds 

The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history
So that one day the future settlement of the second 
Would be moved by the last—by the past
Suffering much it stayed
Manifesting in incandescent words
Thrusting evanescence upon the weak
Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest
Would move the unmovable

The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians
Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray
They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone  
The very reflection of their creator was evident
Upon their unremitting glimmers
Unafraid to stare the others down
Motivated and construed by the glower of death
Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast

The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs 
The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable
For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy
They never were part of the battle—they merely watched
Always seeing truth
But they never quite absorbed
Like a rock hitting the water
The inevitable fate was to fly and sink

The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself
Even the very heart of the devil is marked
Though rebellion embarked  
The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom
He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him
He merely despised it
But wished not to lose it
For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound

In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone 
And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe
The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate 
And only He can re-move these ligures

-July 20, 2013-
-For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest-
-Thanks for the inspiration-


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Not The Same Without You

It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.


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Your Gorgeous Life

You wake me up with Your endless light
So beautiful in shining, so bold, so bright!
You paint the landscapes and let Your love shine
For the whole world to see, to feel Your gorgeous life!


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Resistance

Hanging there, limp but clenched,
Muscles still inexplicably tensed,
To whom did the hand once belong,
Still remaining defiant and strong,
A mere piece of a person once there,
With the spirit of the revolution's flare,
And what now of the rest of that precious soul,
Whose dismembered limbs were left in the coal,
Of the fires that swept through and set to ash,
All that now has been lost in a flash,
And yet here is a shard of the spirit still strong,
A lone hand with the flag to whom all belong.


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My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.


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It use to be me

It use to be me
who lit up your eyes
It use to be me
Who told you goodnight
It use to be me
Who asked you to stay
And lay here beside me
Till I drift away
But now there's another 
Whose heart that you need
Who only needs grandma 
To comfort his weeps

It use to be me
Now, a son that's too old
To walk with your hand
When I feel all alone
It use to be me
Who ran to your arms
Now another has comfort
Safe from all harm
From a son I am grateful
What you've given my child
But it use to be me
Who brought you a smile
So I hope he remembers
What these memories mean
That it use to be me
But time never sleeps

Kevin D. Fix


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Shimmering Darkness

She woke up everyday 
to the beckoning of death's toll. 
But decided to embrace life, 
pulling herself from the darkened hole. 

With a new brightness in her eyes, 
she lived life as partially buried gold. 
Never afraid of the darkness, 
or what the future may hold. 

Shimmering beneath the dirt, 
her beauty shall now unfold. 
True legacy lies hidden to reign, 
for a prodigy has risen from bitter cold. 

One example of grace goes far, 
farther then any story ever told. 
With strength that comes from deep within, 
that's been held from days of old. 

Among the majority she lived, 
witnessing atrocities flare. 
From her soul she would always give, 
though no one seemed to care. 

As the bells of sadness began to ring, 
she would rise above the gloom. 
Out of darkness and despair she would sing, 
with a melody that filled the room. 

The tears that had fallen proved as strength, 
to her ever-impending light. 
Onward traveling to any length, 
for what she believed was right. 

When darkened paths shimmer, 
despite the pangs of apathy, 
through life she will always glimmer, 
no matter what the tragedy.


-Collab with Dan Kearley! You're the best, Dan!


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Every Second We're Away

Every second we're away,
We grow stronger everyday
Until that day will finally come
When we know it's okay
And we will rest in each other's arms
In peace from God above,
No longer missing one another
Because we're together;
Built forever in each other's love.


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Love Built By God Above

You are in my heart wherever I go;
You I will never let go.
You are with me always;
You I am always.
This is love.
Build by God above,
This is love.


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A Love Letter

A love letter,
so full of words,
so full of beauty.

A love letter,
me reading alone on a park bench,
while I form tears in my dry eyes.

A love letter,
which takes me to a place,
of peace and brings joy to me.

A love letter,
that has no boundaries,
that shows a stranger's true feelings.

A love letter,
taken words put together,
to read a poem of glorious beauty.

A love letter,
that shows that someone loves you,
and it brings a smile on my face.

I go on home,
sit at my desk,
look at the sweet love letter
marked with a red kiss.

A named penned in curseve,
The "I" is dotted with a heart,
makes my heart leap from the chest.

I sit there,
light a cigarette and stare at an empty page
from a lonesome notebook.

I pick up my pen,
and I transfer all my emotions onto the paper,
to create love and art to show my love in return.

Then I shall go to a simple, but beautiful garden
and pick two roses that have already picked themselves,
and take them to the creator of this love letter.

A love letter,
so strong with words put together,
expressing true emotion.

A love letter,
so strong in its own world,
it brings strangers together and makes them love forever.

A love letter,
so sweet and so divine,
that any man prays for a love letter to appear on his doorstep.

A love letter,
beauty and harmony,
that brings people closer togther.


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Rise and Shine

A white torn garment she wore,
fidgeted and partied alone in the air.
Neither knowing fully well her plight,
Nor understanding her whereabouts,
She kept on racing and rocking
In the oblivion cloud.
On her own,
She raised her voice like never near Ears.
Many at times, yelled at the free sky.
On her true hue, not shy;
"Angels, please fall from the Heaven.
I request you rock with me!"
She in her solitary, calmly stepped on.
This time, walked near a pool
She was a barefooted Negro
Seemingly horrified and terrified; 
drank and washed herself in the pool.
"Aren't there any haven near by
To put on with at this time of the day?"
Now rescued her God-known amputating life!
Though, on the hop, she sought and found
And hopped for a hostel hereabouts.
"Now I see, angels are near"
She danced into the erected cover clouds;
"Are angels still going to see me here?"
As she entered, she solemnly prayed,
In sotto voce,
"Verily, I seek refuge with the Lord of this haven,
As I live to live and lay in peace." 
As though she understood it all:
The such in dreams and the such in life.
So determined in and with her timeline;
And so she rose to the top.



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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.


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Sweet and Simple

My yoke is easy, burden light.
Our Savior said to mankind herd.
That God who walked with humble might.
 
By multitudes his truths were heard. 
My Lord, who died upon the tree,
Those words to some might seem absurd.
 
Eternal love, life’s’ mystery,
The purest son God ever saw.
He came to earth to set man free!

He lived his life without one flaw.
He pleas for us despite our sin,
His sacrifice binds heaven’s law.

But Satan’s works can make souls spin.
Alone a man can die in strife.
The meek and lowly learn to win.

They show God’s way until it’s rife.
And give up labors meant for wealth.
Each step they choose designs their life.

A simple path imbued with health.
As boldness bound to love proves great.
For might of meekness holds no stealth.

The path to rest is laid out straight.
The meek and lowly find the way.
When, greedy labors dissipate.

The rest he taught wins heaven’s stay.

ã June 21, 2013
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


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AlphaBet Constructs 3 2 1

Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1

Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires

Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties

Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts

Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers

Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs

Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies

Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules

Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams

Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages

Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions 

Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients

Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions

Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets

Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets

Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias

Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions

White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds

XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms

Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds

Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones 


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This Is The Love

Stand up and shake;
Feel the rhythm in your heart.
Ignite those pants;
We get up and dance.
God on our mind,
Eternity in our souls;
Feel the chills of those bones.
It's the hope.
Open those closed doors:
Into Heaven we go,
Welcomed and forgiven.
Here is the love;
Let's dance!


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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


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Looking Down From 41 Above

Looking down from 41 above,
I only wish I was below.
The sights and sounds so clear to see
Glitz as white as snow.
The lights are distant to the mountains
And the cabs travel around.
The brightest city in the world
Beams into the heart of this little town.
God please give me the grace to see
You are all I need.


Details | Free verse | |

A Chance Encounter

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


Details | Verse | |

Life and it's Constant State

Life and its constant state
With a world trying to survive on passion and love
Some try to force other to believe it is fueled by hate.
What a misconception,
A twisted mind in an unfortunate state.
Having the choice of ignorance could be peaceful;
A way to cope.
Yet the knowledge of the truth in experiments, 
Mistakes and living life will bring you wisdom.
No you cant learn the answer to everything 
And likely never will. 
That is what makes so many things in life as beautiful as they are,
A little bit of mystery leaves the mind to wander off into its own
And truly attempt to make the best of it.

March 2013


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

HELP HER UP

written 2nd Aug 2013



This life is not as it should be
 pick up your wife, can't you see 

You're her husband, stand up!
 give her a reason, to again believe

She means 'everything'....to this family
 shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone

Do you actually know her at all...
 damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold

Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long
 it must be asked...do you still love her?

Are you willing to help her to her feet again?
 or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end

This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare
 how much does she really mean to you...do you still care?

Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it...
 Love and care, or death and dispirit

It's all up to you!
 Her loving husband, what will you do.....


Details | Free verse | |

Blossom

Like a cherry tree in the spring,
God if this is meant to be,
Please let this blossom.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Pen

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

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

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

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Except Us

House is nothing
Except us !

Family is nothing
Except us !

Wealth is nothing
Except us !

Society is nothing
Except us !

Love is nothing
Except us !

Poetry is nothing
Except us !

God is nothing
Except us !

But we are nothing
Except consciousness !

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA





Details | Free verse | |

Stuck In The Struggle

Sometimes I get stuck in the struggle
And I forget that this life is real,
Full of real love,
Full of real people,
Full of real strength,
Full of real faith.
Look around
Because this is real.
Welcome to reality;
This is God's amazing life!


Details | Narrative | |

Tata Madiba

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© Goode Guy 2013-06-28

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


Details | Romanticism | |

THAT SAME DAY

One long stem white rose, he extends
To a lass, he chose and longed to tend
With cold both hands, she gets and smell
Each petal closed wanting to bloom and swell

Years has passed since the very same day
She agreed and said yes for a date
Same cafeteria, they chose and sat to stay
Old familiar faces laughing on the queue

Her short hair before, now healthier longer
Her heart shaped face, accented with colors
Her full soft lips, a delicious bright pink
Her eyes, before shy anew with confidence

How could I ever forget such radiance
How could I not want for more and more
Leaving me in awe, catching my breath
Digging in to my thoughts and feelings

With these, led me to woo and win her
With these, it inspired and moved me to her
Bearing my prayers that God will bless me
And God has been good and great
For this same day, she
agreed for marriage

By: 
olive_eloi
11:20 am
02/19/2014
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Details | Free verse | |

You Are Rich

Festered lament maddens me
Why must the despair of my heart’s desire
Truly enlighten me? 
I rested among the sick and lame
And found myself no different from the rest
For a troubled mind holds endless poverty
Penniless regret marks as a sickness no doctor can prescribe
For the bottles of balm are empty
And medicinal hope grows angry
I derived my madness from creativity
Revealing the remains of my humanity
‘Cool off, child’, I heard a soft voice whisper
But can’t you see I live off the flame?
It asks for no nickel or dime!
But it seeks to destroy all the same
The small voice returns at times
And often my heart listens
But we all listen
And only believe in the inevitability of pain 
I speak of the majority
Not of you
For you are blessed and beyond disgrace
You have a life—a beautiful face

And most of all, you are rich
With attributes I can only dream of 

You are rich with life and purpose
Holding inscrutabilities I can only wish to understand
You lift me without touch or care
Disposing me from your treasures
Because though you meant no harm, 
You are rich with blessing
And must remove all possible threats
So my festered lament
Remains an enlightenment

I can say I am rich in poverty
But you are forever rich
In Mystery

What hurts the most is knowing
I may be wrong about you
For you are so obscure in this mind
And as empty as I am I wish to be filled
In your richness
But we all are filled to the brim in the end
And sometimes I cannot distinguish the good from the bad
There is nothing I wish to discard
So I hoard in constant deficiency and despair  
And I hoard the idea that you are beyond compare

That you are rich
And always will be richer
Than me—or he


Details | Lyric | |

Trust in destiny

Trust In Destiny

Do your best then trust in destiny,
It’s the only valid thing that you can do.
Cause there ain’t no use in worrying,
It’s a fact I’m telling you.
It wears you down and makes you sad,
Or boils your blood and gets you mad
No worry’s not the proper thing to do.

You found a lump or your children get ill
Or you’re out of dosh and cannot pay your bills,
Or death has shadowed your poor life
Or you think someone may steal your wife,
Your kids are causing too much strife,
It’ll all work out when the time is rife
 It will work out I’m telling you.

So throw them, Ditch the bloody lot,
And look right now at what you have got,
For worry causes love to die and rot
It does, it does I’m telling you.

So watch the Sun come up every day,
In nature everything’s is just okay.
The Earth keeps turning steadily,
And the birds still sing in ecstasy,
And deep within your soul you’re free,
And it all depends on destiny
No matter what you try to do.


Details | Rhyme | |

Am I Really Happy

Am I Really Happy?

With everything I’ve acquired and got...
What kind of happiness has it brought?

With everything I have or can name...
Has it given me joy or brought me shame?

With all that this world can give me…
What kind of life “lies beneath me?”

With all of my possessions and wealth…
Do I have contentment and “true” wealth?

I want it to be known and wish to express…
I’m not so sure, I’m what you would call “blessed.”

There’s something I know to be certain.
Tomorrow could be life’s “final curtain.”

There’s something that’s been on my mind.
Have I given God just some of “my” time?

There’s one thing I’m going to do… And do it now!
I’m going to come to the Lord and humbly bow.

This is something I need to say and do...
Give it all to God!  And tell him;
 “I LOVE YOU!”

Something that I should have done already...
When Christ comes again…  I want to be ready!

God’s joy and happiness is true and very real!
The presence of God..,   I can already feel!

What God has given to me, no one can take away!
For he comforts me and is with me every day!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | Imagism | |

GENUINE PINOY

7,100 islands, you are made up..
Pearl of the orient seas, that's how you are..
Cradle of four civilization, historians says..
Only Christian nation, even they speak..

Abounded with vast green forests..
Surrounded by shallow to deep trenches...
Choose wether to white and black sands of beaches..
Each island is an enticement...

Every province has it's own native delicacy...
Each one is known for its festival felicity..
Poor as it may seem yet great in hospitality..
Enabling each tourist to feel welcome in grandiosity...

Look around, you will see a smile..
Scattered genuine friendship in mile..
Wether you are black, white or yellow skin..
They don't care as long as you're clean...

Clever and intelligent...
Creative and truly magnificent..
Small probably by height..
Yet, if known you'll be full in sight..

God fearing - spirited by nature..
Responsible enough for the future..
Families implants love to nurture..
Obviously seen in each Filipino creature...

By: olive_eloi
26/09/2013
10:29am


Details | Free verse | |

The Corner of Madison and Huron

At the corner of Madison and Huron,
The faint pedestrian appears.
A couple holding hands walking swiftly
As police pass near.
Cane in his hands
Walks a younger looking man,
Rolling his suitcase along
A central corner in a downtown city
Where faith, hope, and love belong.
May God bless you Toledo,
Today and forevermore.


Details | Rhyme | |

The God That I DO Believe In

The God That I DO Believe In!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Verse | |

Instruments of Love

I recite your name in              the whispers of the wind
for bonded to my heart          are you until the  end
I lifted the chalice                   drank deeply of its wine
I felt of its effects                    the fullness of divine

Like the chords of piano        and dulcimers delight
your melodies do waft            through every thought at night
a master plays the chords     a violin with strings
plays my heart like a harp     whose music on it rings

Your fingers play me like       the stroke of piano keys
every touch I enjoy                your heart it aims to please
you are a symphony              whose chords have touched my heart
a birth cries transmission       of transformation every part

Songs like an aria                  may yet I learn to sing
whose vocals resonate          the inmost of my being
You left no line untouched     no strand is mine alone
made sure you did I knew      would make you me your own
 
Somewhere I lost myself        I gave it all to you
things I don't understand       reasons appear askew
I inhale you my breathe         to deepest parts within
need you to embrace me      as close as your own skin

We retire together                 speak 'neath the baleful skies
of every trial in life                 and those who live in lies
greet me in the morning        curl around me at night
sing to me of love songs       of futures very bright
 
The wedding of my heart      tears away my mind
I want to    forever                 hold you for all of time
Are not your words a bath     that removes the worlds dirt
a balm of medicine                to heal the deepest hurt

Its surpassing sweetness      a palate of good taste
love so intoxicating                no drop will go to waste
the adversary's here             and tramples the flowers
but you oh my beloved          too freely roam my hours

My life is but a breath           an instrument of song
music tells the stories           of lives and right and wrong
The scent of yesterdays       the pathways of the past
forward now the future          into the everlast

Proverbs 16
24 Gracious words are a honeycomb,
sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.

COPYRIGHT © 2013 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC 


Details | Light Poetry | |

a womans cry

Dynasties of radiance splash into a womans swimming pool of excellence a womans cry transforms failures into triumph, should i feel agony & defeat for the lost bondage of our love, does a womans cry begin to symbolize the sacred feelings hiding inside the belly of a mans lies, a queen at the throne was promised, i bear children in the midst of our fight for survival do you dare assassinate my worth, my conscious is a relentless drum at the mercy of ones entertaining commands listen to a womans cry, how do i remain steady when even i question my character, is it wrong to look towards the heavens seeking pity for not being your lone constant treasure, such a life grows deeper as i sleep but find not an eye full of rest, my heart is but a mere myth who will hear a woman cry, weary i crawl for the weight of your misfortunes too great to shield, my place as a mother weakend by your arrows of discretions, spare me of your tough ridges, rid me of your chaotic demanor, heal my wounded but not broken spirit from your barbariac abuse, sooth my emotions for empty i remain a womans cry


Details | Rhyme | |

Happy In Traffic

Always running late;
Just taking time to enjoy it.
Life is a car speeding fast,
But it's better to be stuck in traffic.


Details | Ballad | |

RUNNING TIME

Yesterday...
I dreamt of becoming a nurse..
So, I studied hard, give my best to my course..
Thus, smiles and praises of patients who came to my care, I incur...

Today...
I am in midway of my dreams...
Attitude and character, I learn to trim..
Achieving memories of lifetime gleam..

Someday..
I will also walk down the aisle...
Wearing elegantly white satin gown..
There at the end, the man I'll be with will be waiting...

Tomorrow...
Who knows what will it bring..
All I know now is I will do everything..
Pursuing risks at hand not feel guilt after that I never did..

by: olive_eloi
4:07pm
11/07/2013

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Details | Rhyme | |

God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer

God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton   10/21/13


Details | 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 | ABC | |

My love

        My love, is you 
       My love is pure of heart
     And with my love I give you my all
    With my love I won't shed tear to the cloud 
My love is everlasting can't you understand me
My love is like some roaring ocean just to have you near
  And with loves grace I abide by you
  My love will go on as long as you will stay
With the stars that shine for us as long as you'll accept
                   My love


Details | Rhyme | |

Thanks For My Wonderful Wife


I remember the first time I
 and my wife first met.
The beauty in her...  I'll never forget!

I won't forget the day 
and the place.
I'll never forget the look
 on her face.

The feeling I had was
 hard to describe.
I knew she was going to be my bride!

I'm thankful to Jesus for 
bringing us together.
Binding us as one... 
Both now and forever!

Twenty years have passed...
 since our wedding day.
She's still my beautiful wife!  
I'm proud to say!

Thanks be to God,
 for making us one.
I pray for his blessings upon
 our daughters and sons.

May God be the unifying 
love in all that we do.
May we never forget the meaning of...
 "I love YOU!"

Each day I look at her... 
what do I see?
This wonderful wife God
 has brought to me!

I'm thankful and honored
 to have her as my wife.
She's been such a blessing...  
A great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 



Details | Rhyme | |

I Keep A Written History

You say it seems that I'm hiding something-
Maybe its my answers;
Or that when you asked, I said nothing.

If in need of explanation,
here’s my summation;
my trust has reached stagnation-
I learned don’t trust what isn’t well known,
And even then reside in caution-
Don’t let your full cover be shown.

Afraid; I am not-
and secrets, I have little;
So hold to the ones I've got-
avoid becoming transmittal.

We all love good mystery;
It's simply human nature.
I keep a written history,
But it will not read off my behavior.

I'm manipulative-
as well as contemplative.
I'm witty and I'm charming-
perhaps over demonstrative

I'm tricky-
and I'm picky.
Caught up,
a bit sporadic-
and when I speak,
I am emphatic.

But in this too, I am loyal-
Kindhearted;
Was left broken-
When we parted;
But I still cant wait to get started.

I'm trustworthy,
but if need be-
also bloodthirsty.
I know respects to be earned-
If nothing else,
It's this that I have learned.



Details | Free verse | |

Beyond Perception and Imagination

Today we view the sky,
going upon the idea of reality
and the veil of imagination,
Today we view the sky.

We dont wish, we dont dream,
we dont take a look upon the clouds,
but amongst the truth,
We dont wish, we dont dream.

I see what I am
amongst the skies I view,
they hold an essense used so that
I see what I am.

I take upon this elixer,
indulge myself in truth,
discover the white in all colors as
I take upon this elixer.

I know of you and I,
of boys and girls who want to dream,
of men and women meant for truth,
I know of you and I.

I wait with the sky
for the realization
from the world that I am right about the truth,
I wait with the sky.


Details | Didactic | |

Champion's Chomp

A Champion must lust for that ancient adrenaline
the primal prize alive in the eyes, trophy of thunder in the pulse,
a Champion's heart welcomes adversity with teeth gleaming sharply,
worships the battlefield with risk righteous in ripped tradition,
doesn't celebrate the strikes that knock the foe into awe
finds glory in striving for the impossible
creates Legend from the unthinkable become visible,
buries the adversary's soul in the winter of forever woe,
the Champion says with disciplined effort and presence pure in practice,
lightning is comin for you, blasting your bones, bashing your boasts
tear you up and down and all around
your dreams nor dare, will not be found,

The Champion must adore the trauma of training,
remembers the humility of a Beginer's trouncing,
must pray with innocent instinct, thank Providence with confident conviction,
makin bravery out of bruises and being headstrong amidst hecklers,
invents technique like a Freeborn freak,
they shame the opposition into reverence with indisputable excellence,
true Champions are unforgettable, architects of shock and hope irrevocable,
indestructable like a titanium pyramid,

To be a Champion is to have a demolishing drive,
they must excel when underestimated
and must dominate when expected to succeed,
the Champion's Faith devours fear and punishes pretenders,
to finish the foe with decisive declaration, " Check Mate! "
a Champion always defies, and never dies,
there is no calculation of defeat for an Angel following a Divine beat -

J.A.B.




Details | Carpe Diem | |

CARPE DIEM

CARPE DIEM (In memory of Robin Williams—“Seize the Day”©Dead Poets Society) as I write and as you read time churls and runs its furious speed never be a victim of down cast past events hold onto love launch with cosmic lightning storms through all explosions our life transforms unlock cold winter days let warmth and light shine with praise ablaze choose paths least travelled explore whilst new encounters are unravelled where roads run to the ocean and the ocean runs forever into Infinity SEIZE THE DAY © Kim van Breda—13 August 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

I Was At the End of LIfe's Road


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

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

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

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

As I got up, each morning and opened the bedroom door.
And wondered if anyone cared about me anymore?

I felt a "tug" on my shoulder and looked around.
And noticed a bright light, shining toward the ground. 

"I love you my son." Where the words I heard.
Excitement and hope within my heart was stirred. 

I looked up and couldn't began to explain.
The love I felt when I called on Jesus' name! 

From my ceiling, I saw what looked like an angelic being.
He said, "I am God! “ I can do anything!" 

He reached down and gently picked me up out of bed.
Words of mercy and hope where what he had said. 

"I am here so that you may rise up and live."
"All of your failures and sins I will forgive." 

Everything inside of me... God did understand!
With him here... I knew victory was at hand! 
This particular day, this was certain. 
He took away my sins and heavy burdens! 

Look at me now and it's so plain to see!
He can do for YOU, what he's done for ME! 

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Blank verse | |

Paragon Of Excellence

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


Details | Free verse | |

Your Love Is The Strongest

Send me to the darkest places;
That's where I feel You strongest.
A kiss and hug down the deepest alleys;
Never letting go, Your love is the strongest.


Details | Ballade | |

My Mo in law

 

My Mo In law

My Mo in law, she’s ninety five
And wow, she’s looking bright
I see her in that old folk’s home
She looks a real delight
Though she can’t get around much now
She still delights in life
With a smile to all who pass on by
She seems so free from strife

She came out here at twenty nine
To our good sunny land
She worked so hard when she came here
And she made no demands
Milking cows there on the farm
Bringing up three kids
And she got on without a moan
In everything she did.

She helped her husband build two homes
She worked and worked all day
She done each thing she had to do
In a sweet and gentle way
On thinking about my Mo in law
I’d have to tell you this
Old Rosie she’s a mighty bird
You know, she really is.

19 July 2013 @ 1300hrs.
 


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm NOT Ashamed of What Jesus Has Done


I’m not ashamed of what Jesus has done for me!
He took away my sin, that I might be free!

I’m not ashamed of the love that he brings!
He’s brought to me true life! 
 He’s my everything!

I’m not ashamed of his sacrifice on the cross!
He picked me up, when I was utterly lost!

I’m not ashamed of his glorious good news!
Jesus brings the victory!
 He’ll never lose!

I’m not ashamed to introduce him to YOU!
He can change and make
 your life BRAND NEW!

I’m happy to know him as my Lord
 and shining light!
His spirit is there to guide me,
 each day and night!

I’m happy and thankful!  Yes indeed!
Jesus has come, and met my every need!

I’m thrilled to know him! I expect him any day!
I want to be attentive to what he has to say!

I’m glad to know Jesus!  He’s beautiful to me!
I’m happy that I’ll be with him, for eternity!

By Jim Pemberton


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My Letters

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!



Le-...'tahs...letters...are...so...SWEET!

Le-...'tahs...letters...are...so...SWEET!

Names 'N...'numbahs...cham-'paine...DREAMS!

Names 'N...'numbahs...cham-'paine...DREAMS!


Crys-tal...le-'tahs...HUNG...AS RINGS!

Crys-tal...le-'tahs...HUNG...AS RINGS!


Sil...'vah...BULLITS...GUNS 'A GOLD!

Sil...'vah...BULLITS...GUNS 'A GOLD!


Le-'tahs...letters...SHEEN...AS DREAMS!

Le-'tahs...letters...SHEEN...AS DREAMS!

Names 'N 'numbahs...PUFF...SO SWEET!

Names 'N numbahs...PUFF...SO SWEET!


Crys-tal...le-'tahs...HUNG...AS RINGS!

Crys-tal...le-'tahs...HUNG...AS RIGNS!


Sil...'vah...BULLITS...GUNS 'A GOLD!

Sil...'vah...BULLITS...GUNS 'A GOLD!


We're carv'D...FOR-EVER...'N WE MOUNT...AS STARS!

We're car'D...FOR-EVER...'N WE MOUNT...AS STARS!


A tote 'N...SWING 'N...'MAH CRYSTAL...LE-'TAHS...FOR-EVER SWING 'N!

A tote 'N...SWING 'N...'MAH CRYSTAL...LE-'TAHS...FOR-EVER SWING 'N!

Crys-tal...le-'tahs...HUNG...AS RINGS!

Crys-tal...le-'tahs...HUNG...AS RINGS!


Sil...'vah...BULLITS...GUNS 'A GOLD!

Sil...'vah...BULLITS...GUNS 'A GOLD!


We're carv'D...FOR-EVER...'N WE MOUNT...AS STARS!

We're carv'D...FOR-EVER...'N WE MOUNT...AS STARS!


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Luton to the Cotswalds

London , holds all its stories of old
Tea time all day , tea with a cozy
Tea time held proper at 4pm.
Everyone stops , everyone awaits a pot.

Earl Grey to PG Tips 
Milk served with biscuits
tiny tea sandwiches 
with cucumbers and cream cheese 

From Luton to " the Cotwalds "
Always the same theme 

The different dialects are not important to us
We are fascinated by all the difference
We love the Beatles , and your red Bus.

what part of London you are from 
It really means nothing to the Yanks .

The East , to The south , The Northern , or West end
The fish and chips are delicious served in paper with Vinegar 
 Neapolitans with high tea , fresh cream , we Love Great Britain.  

  to be entered in " new contest "


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papa last words

When papa wanted to pass on
Though only God knows the unknown

But papa this day spoke like he knows
It's time and he will soon go

Lying in the field with me by his side
'My son, listen my son' he breathed when he slid

Yet papa had his soul with him by then
'Don't lift me up, just find me paper and pen'

"We met and trade in this world
And so we'll live it" he scribbled


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8:15 To Freedom

Do you hear the train a'whistlin'?
I wonder where she's a'goin'.
Can she be boundin' toward freedom?
Well, there's freedom in Jesus!
And that's all we need!


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The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.


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The Heart Of The Ocean

You pick me up and fly me away;
Oh my baby, what a beautiful day!
Like a rock, you are strong to withstand the motion,
And your love runs deep, the heart of the ocean.


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My cobain smile

I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid

Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
 I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive

My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake

Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest 
I want to die to live again

Set me free 
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain, 
I'm already out of breath 
Suffocating on my hopelessness

Every day I am alive 
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy 
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing 
With these thoughts that are too much

One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes

I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground

Don't be selfish 
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.

End it, hold me under 
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Haunting images 
Deleted from my mind
Laughing 
As I leave this world behind

Water 
Floods my lungs 
Death 
Leans in for a kiss

Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss. 


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God Saw My Distress and Healed Me part 4

This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow

 ~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back 
~ God inspired me to write this poem…


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Turn On The Love

Turn on the love to motivate me;
There's no energy on hand.
When work to be done is shadowed by rest,
Remember you were saved by a crucified man.


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Typewriter

When I was little my mother and father took me to my grandparents place
The reason was they had school and work so they dropped me off and took haste
My grandmother who was always writing had brought out a case
I always wondered what it was that made her heart beat in an odd pace

Little I did not know what she was smiling so much about
So I watched her run around making snacks all out
I was little and about to touch the case, but I heard a shout
When I heard her she had a look that made me pout

My grandmother smiled and said to me that machine was special to her
But what was that machine because it was odd looking, for sure
As a little child nothing looks more interesting than a new figure
Finally she sat down with me by her side and a cup of coffee to stir

With a big smile she told me a story and first it was on paper
As she spoke I heard her voice with ticks and taper
I could not concentrate because of sounds and I was looking at her 
She spoke with kind words and words that I will know in the future

I giggled when she said a word, because it made several noise I heard
My grandmother smiled at me and really knew that I like the sounds that occurred
Little things are not so little she smiled and looked at her coffee and stirred
She pointed at the machine with paper rapped in it with a pattern that lured

As she spoke to me I watched it snap at the paper with precision
I was kinda amuse on her finger making a quick decision
The machine was so fast and her fingers was too, I could not use my vision
She was so happy to see that I was starting to understand the occasion

After a while I got bored and she put me down on the floor
She kept smiling and making music beyond the door
When it stopped I felt empty some how to the core
She stopped it was just because she could not find words no more

I ask grandmother what is that machine you are using as I was griping
Grandmother why wont you play with me as I was smiling
She said that she was doing some stuff, I guess she was not done working
But the thing was she was so happy as she said the machine is a Typewriter for typing


 


April 18, 2013


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Surreal Love

I pray to God that it will be a brighter day; 
I want his warmth to clothe me day after day 
Someday, the sun will erase all of my doubts
 and push away the clouds…
I want to be a positive schoolboy – but the clouds 
Cover me like mesmerizing, despondent shrouds  
I want to be a positive youngster – I need to stay
 True to my unaccomplished goals everyday

Lord, I know life has its ups and downs – but, I must keep a steady pace…
I want to develop a stable mentality with no trace of pity 
Lord, I know life gets problematic in the long run – I FEAR I might fall on my face
I just want to be content – I want my dreams to become a reality 

I'll be loving you forever… 
for you’re the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep at night
I’ll take a moment just to ponder… 
About you and our time together – thinking about you restores hope, joy and might

our love is wholesome and so much more…
our love will grow on forevermore…
our love is real and it’s a great deal…
our love is beyond measure and it’s totally real…
Our Love is oh so surreal 
You melt my anguish away…
Our love can heal a broken heart
You cherish me in the month of May 
You blow away winter’s dismay

I pray to God for a more optimistic mindset…
Hopefully it doesn’t result in forfeits  
 Push away the gray…and laminate it with a striking sunset, 
I’m drowning in his inclement, rainy regrets

I’ll make sure to embrace competition…
for you're my reason I run the extra mile, winning honor and applauds
I’ll take a moment to pursue my ambition...
Of being with you always and forever – I fear I might lose all of my odds 
With you…your heart isn’t pumping with vile frauds 
Every single second spent with you…
Makes my spirit soar anew...
I never experienced such surreal love
Our love flourishes rapidly from up above 

I’m sick with a love flu *cough* *cough*


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Reflections Of You

When walking a path that you wish to take
A memory of love that never was a mistake
Holding hands with the most of caring person
Gave a virtue of different emotions and lesson
Now you share and grow to care for another
And you have created a family with no other
It shows through generations that you have virtue 
Of whom you shared your love and faith in is true
The image of both of you comes to make a new
A new creation of a reflection of you


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I'm Back

Hey, did you hear the sounds of a sorrowed heart
slowly thumping away in the evening sunsets?
There he is, baby, the man they call;
"The Blue Poet"
there he is in the flesh
with a book of poems in his hand,
look at the whores and the smiles turn to him
and say to him, "Where have you been?"
They look at him and he looks at us.
He sits at his desk,
he lits a cigarette and smokes.
He opens the big book of poetry that he had in his hand
and started to read.
There was a smile on his face,
reading to all of us;
as we sat around his greatness and glory
and we listened to his great poetry.
He looked at us through the dark
and with eyes a blazed and a smile so bright
he opened his mouth and out came the words of
a sorrowed heart and a master at his finest hour,
and he said in a calm voice;
"I'm Back, baby!"
And we all cheered,
and he smiled and drank his glass of red wine
and smoked his cigarette
He leaned back in his chair and watched us all
stand and cheer.
If you looked closely,
you could see a single tear form in his eye
and roll down his rough cheek.
The Blue Poet was back,
and this time he stayed.

-10/23/2013-

A dedication to myself. I am sorry to all my fellow fans and followers and poets and poetesses, I had left you all without a trace of ever returning, but now I am back and here to stay!


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Jesus Picked Me Up When I Fell Down


Jesus Picked Me Up, When I Fell Down! Jesus picked me up, when I fell down. He planted my feet on solid ground! There was a deep pit, that my life fell into! At first, I wasn’t sure who to call out to! When it seemed like life was overwhelming me! Christ was there! And said that he’d help me! He reached down with an outstretched arm. And pulled me out of danger and harm! I’m thankful that Jesus was there! And he found me! Now each day… His love surrounds me! Thank you my lord, for being my friend! And rescuing me from the deep pit of sin! Jesus is my savior! And shall forever be! The only one who can truly set me free! By Jim Pemberton


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Good Change Coming

Written October 7, 2012


My soul burns inside
And it comes comes out to hide
When its so shocked to hear
That the darkness is here

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I just want to change the world

Is it too much to ask
Too abstract to grasp
This idea that's been running
I promise there's good change coming

With a bullet and a gun
You'll get any man to run
But it takes diplomacy
To get a real man to see

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I could really change the world

Is it too hard to be
The man I want to see
When I look in the mirror
Lord I pray it was clearer

With a permanent marker
I color in darker
The world that I see
Ain't what it should be

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I am going to change the world


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Jesus Called Me to Follow HIM

Jesus Called Me to Follow HIM!

"Come follow me" was the voice I heard.
As I began to hear Christ’ words!
I was humbled to receive a heavenly invitation.
 I accepted Gods wondrous gift of salvation!

"Why me?" was the question I pondered.
 For so many years… I had wandered.

 I knelt down and invited Jesus to come in,
He took away my guilt and my darkest sin!
He's brought a new life! And a love worth finding!
His joy in my heart is HIS perfect timing!

I cry tears of joy I once never had…
I now have peace inside! I’m so glad!

Why not invite him in to your life as well?
He loves you much more than words can tell!

"Come follow me!”  Is the master's call!
Eternal life is freely offered to all!
Jesus waits for you, each day and night!
He'll bring to your heart true delight!

You'll find a true love you can only obtain…
By inviting him in!  Just call on his name!

By Jim Pemberton


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Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne

Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne! Christ stepped down, from his heavenly throne. He came to earth… For 33 years, he called it his home! His mission had one purpose and desire in mind! He was to one day, be a sacrifice for mankind! He taught and gave us his words, powerfully spoken! He knew that one day, his body would be broken! He desired that all, would one day, come to know him! Because of his resurrection, all can receive him! He’s alive today! And reigns from heaven above! And desires to touch us, with his endless love! Won’t you humbly come, and accept what he’s given? And experience the power, of being forgiven! This can be your moment! This can be YOUR day! He loves you much more, than words can say! All honor and praise, to Christ Jesus, our king! You are our righteousness! Our everything! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Fascinating Women

Strangers being bound by word
Strange place they met
Though rivers separate them
They are not separate from each other
Hurt no longer a consuming feel
But a feel that hurts to not consume
Their love for me - rudimentary 
Like sponges they derive strength from each other
Like sponges they keep sipping each other’s worries
SWV – Sisters with virtues 
Virtues venerable
SWV – Sisters with voices 
Voices that calm, sooth and encourage
Strangers they are
Yet their love is not strange
Grateful for a fascinating woman
Astounded by how fascinating you women are
Stagnant we shan’t remain
We shall grow together
Strange isn’t it?
How a stranger can make your life upside up
Soaring to greater altitudes
The sky isn’t the limit
How can it be? When we have footprints on the moon
Fascinating women
You fascinate me


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Our Silver Anniversary



From the day I promised to be with you forever… It’s now been 25 years together! Through the trials, laughter and many miles We’ve had our share of joy and trials! You’ve been so loving patient with me. My beautiful wife— my lovely sweetie! This anniversary, I am so very proud of you! You’re a wonderful wife! Faithful and true! With you, God has given me the best! My love for you is so hard to express! I Love YOU! Is what I will always say, This very special anniversary day!!! Love, Jim


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How Will I

__A Holy Matrimony__

How will I say goodbye 
To this body,
This body that always
Feels my needs.
How will I detach myself
From this beauty,
This beauty that always
Put me in mind.
How will I pay this kindred,
This kindred that is always
By my side.
How will I tell the news
To this beauty,
This beauty that, 
'I am in love with her.'

How will I explain
Myself to mother
To mother that
I have found for her
A woman.
How will this new beauty
Not affect my relationship,
My cordial relationship with 
My mother.

Sure mother will receive 
This new beauty.
And if she does,
How won’t she,
This new beauty
Take my mum
From me.
Won’t there be grudge
Between me and my damsel.

Am I jealous or what?

I can't bid both goodbye.
My mum can say 'safe journey' to me
As I can say 'thank you' to her.
My fiancee will not want to hurt me
My mom won’t want to hurt my home
She will love my mom
For her benign character and love.
Together our families
(Mine and hers)
Will be united
As one big nation.
 






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dont let go

dont let go
for you never know
if you will need
the support i give thee
for you may need a hand
while other are being mad
bring you down
pushing you to the ground
i will be there
i will be there
always and for longer
i may seem strange
or a man not my age
to young to wise
dont let go
for you will be intertwined
with hate and depression
longing in your possession
conquer your mind
and never sees the light
dont let go
dont do so
for the evil inside
will raise and cause other wise
depression sadness
angry and madness
dont let go 
i will be there
to help you
any were
just dont let go


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detroit river walks

detroit river walks
to stroll the scenic view the breeze takes wind grabbing your hair river walks down belle aire _________________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 25, 2014!


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Standing Alone

Raiding hoards assemble to make the attack;
Aerodromes on high alert, we’ll fight them back.

Brave souls scramble to cockpits everyone;
Awaiting the final vector to where the deed is done.

Away boys! Away! 
And off they take to meet their fate,
The dwindling few do not hesitate.

Some to return and some to not;
Together forward they meet the onslaught.

Sirens blare the target is sure,
To your guns lads! We’ll give’em a cure.

Barrage balloons aloft, we’ll keep’em up high,
The gunners are ready, waiting the spotter’s eye.

Run from your flat to the safe tube below,
Gas mask at the ready, you just never know.

The old man leads us in songs of good cheer,
Knowing all the while that our end could be near.

Bombs drop and the guns blaze,
Another neighborhood disappears with a haze.

The docks are burning a bright orange hue,
Damn you bloody bastards, our boys will take care of you!

Swirling trails against blue skies,
Belie the deadly dance taking place before our eyes.

Flaming wreckage, another early grave,
More mothers grieve, have we all gone insane?

Finally all clear, we creep from our boroughs,
Shattered buildings surround, but the Jack’s still unfurled.

Mr. Churchill walks the rubble to buck up our faith,
On the beaches, in the fields and in the streets he says,
We’re standing alone, but to persevere is our fate.

This one is for my dear friend Gladys. She was 11 and living in London during 
the blitz.


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An Angel in Danger

Life's gifts is of all the good and 
the bad 
Never knowing what may arise 
An angel is everlasting hope we 
long to have and to hold 
We have watched you through 
just like a hawk 
We will never give up on you 
we know you are strong 
Who the angels will pull you 
through somehow 
Where there is a will there's a 
way 
And with god looking over us 
well know we will be safe
Even tho this deadly danger of 
a disease took you over
We know in our hearts that 
steady burns yull be ok 
As a fighter like Athena (a 
warriors guide)you will grow 
stronger 
Even now we see your alot 
better 
Must be these guardians of 
heaven looking over you 
Feeling good with this is all you 
may need 
This danger none should live 
But as long as there is Angels 
up above its all you will ever 
need to pull through 
A tragic time. 
- by Brian O'Toole 
Caregiver of a cancer patient 
and friend 
Share!


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A Sinner Like Me

I'm a mess.
I've ruined this body You've designed;
I've ruined this heart You've shined;
I've ruined this breath You've shared;
I've ruined this life You've cared.
I've demolished this freedom You've given,
Yet You give it to me again.
Time and time around I have failed You;
Weak and falling trying to please You.
Earning I cannot for this is a gift from You.
Please forgive me;
Please save me:
You've picked me up and brushed me off;
Thank You for redeeming me.
Thank You for redeeming a sinner like me.
I have fallen once again.
I'm a mess,
But You forgive me.
You save me
Time and time around,
Eternally,
You brush me off and pick me up.
Thank You for redeeming me.
Thank You for redeeming a sinner like me.


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Repeat

This is a collaboration I had been working on with a friend a while back. We might change the title. Her name is Rebecca Larkin. She started the poem with the first line and from there we switched back and forth. Wrote it at the beginning of the year sometime; forgot to date it, oops! Anyway, enjoy! ------------------------------------ Like dust in the wind, we are doomed to repeat ourselves Mingling past with present, we collect on the grimy shelves Of past’s hard keep, falling on repeat We gain from the pain and strange bittersweet Taking in the reality-split dreams The etching pangs of truth bursting at the seams With every glistening drop of clarity We engorge on the reliefs of now—a rarity Thoughts pool in a sludge of black, gleaming like oiled silk Denials spread like fires; saturated, we bilk Pain and tragedy strike their resonating, dissonant chords A darkness and sadness we can only desperately afford Pain. . .strife. . .repetitious like a swinging pendulum Achingly perfected rhythms gainst the beating death drum Slivers of silvery hope shine through darkened clouds Only to be covered again in menacing, smoky shrouds Faith is left dying in a pit of despair As the rest of emotion looms helpless in the air. . . Nothing seems fulfilling anymore The replay button fools my mind and cuts me to the core Round and round it goes again like the jagged tick of a clock Striving for purpose—screaming for love to find the lock But only silence escapes, beneath the skin torn lips- nothing remains The aftermath of quietude aches, scraping against endless pains hope falls away into a deplorable state; waiting—hoping—for resurrection And the painful power of truth is forced to gaze at its reflection Questioning whatever has happened to faith and belief? And why are the cliffs of sorrow so steep? Like settling dust we merge our present with the past Leaving the future on the shelf—too empty—too vast Squandering the sand of time with nothing left, nothing left


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Strings

If I hold on to strings,
That tend to slip away,
Does that mean I love things,
That I know will never stay?
If I hang on to a love, 
that just holds me down,
Does that mean that my wings,
Won’t get me off the ground?
If I hold on to lies,
That I only half believe,
When I look in your eyes,
Will you look back at me?


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Disillusioned

Now I'm just a failure
Too afraid to make a mistake.
I've already been there,
Stuck in a route that leaves no breaks.
What is Your plan for me Father?
At once I thought I knew.
Now I'm disillusioned;
Please bring me back to You.


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WANDERING IN MY MIND

I remember when and how it all started..
On when, it was few months ago we chatted..
On how, along a thousands of strangers our ways threaded..
Now, you keep wandering in my mind.. 

A dreamlike statutes, you and I shared thoughts...
Of yesterdays, we thrive and forwardly fought..
Of tomorrows, we aspire and sought..
You keep wandering in my mind...

For sometime, we agree to a rendezvouz..
Although unsure, if we win or lose..
Yet, uncaringly we did paving way for us to boost..
You keep wandering in my mind..

Towering me by your otward heights..
Disengaging me in a conversation flight..
Like a colorful dancing kite in the sky..
You keep wandering in my mind..

Few months from now, I will go..
To my heart, to my humble home..
Will you come follow me or call me by phone?
You keep wandering in my mind. .

by: olive_eloi
3:41pm
24/10/2013

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The Luck in Love I See in You

Today is the day when we tied the knot
The luck in love was when I met you
That glimmers during day and night
And will not vanish like a celestial view

God has breathed two souls been searching
And so our prayers met and conceived
Passion to be with you and an undying love
As we find the rhythm of a new life beginning

Each year is glory, as we recall our vows
Nothing aureate but being together is enough
Trust is the foundation and it is all that shows
 Quality time with family is what we cared of

Something lives within your gentle eyes
That can suits me in a dark, cool and damp place
It is the loving light that radiates and supply
The stream of life as way to embrace

No love has ended without due romance
For it is something to share and far from lies
For in another life, I will still take the chance
The luck in love, I see in your eyes


16 December 2013


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I Bless Your Name My Lord

I Bless Your Name, My Lord! I bless your name, my Lord and friend! I shall sing of your praise again and again! I bring a heart of worship and thanksgiving! May I honor you, in the way I am living! I shall tell others of your mighty acts and deeds! It's in you alone, who can supply all of our needs! I want to let you, and the whole world know... Of your love and grace, in reaching the lost soul! I’m delighted and grateful, just to know you! Each day that I live, may I take time to bless you! Your name is worthy of praise! Glory in the highest! I'm here today, because of your mercy and kindness! You've given to me a life that I never had! I'm so honored to know you! And very glad! By Jim Pemberton


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Soul Beat

Run into my heart;
Run right into my arms.
I will never let you go;
I am yours forever, please know.
You make my soul beat;
You bring me back to life.
God, thank You for this love;
God, thank You for this life.


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Tribute To The Intellectual Pathfinder

Majored in Social Anthropology -
Healdtown a significant influence 
in his life .Not only was Mafeje an 
influential academic, he was a man 
of brilliance, intellect and insight.


His trials and tribulations were many. For example,
Archibald addressed a crowd which was ‘illegally gathered’,
and for that reason he was arrested.  He did not despair. 
A force in the fight against injustices and marginalisation.
A custodian of African heritage, awareness and identity.

A protector of the African identity, of African roots and rights;
Mafeje contributed to South Africa and its nationals. An ‘intellectual
pathfinder’ who played his role in enhancing  the people of Africa’s 
knowledge and self –worth. That which he bestowed, both on the scholarly
and political spheres  was no mean feat. He shone in both scholastic and 
insightful ways. A man of brilliance, intellect and insight. A focused pathfinder.

He laid the foundation for future African scholars embarking on a similar               path of study. He also raised the benchmark in his field of study. A fountain of 
knowledge and an author and researcher of repute.A focused pathfinder.


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Do You Listen to What God Has to Say

Do You Listen to What God Has to Say? As I often watch the daily news. I hear about different stories and different views. I can't help but to wonder when some complain. Anything of God, many want to "contain." Many of people’s thoughts bring a concern... When it comes to God's word. They have "their backs turned." While often, they speak of "tolerance" in their living... Only what they want to believe... Is what they are giving. This isn’t a picture of "doom and gloom." But a "day of reckoning" is coming so very soon! God's word... Will you choose to ignore? When he comes knocking, at your heart’s door? What will you believe, when God calls your name? Will you come to him? Or simply complain? You'll be by yourself at God's judgment day. When your name is called. What will you say? God's says: "My love for you will never end." Allow his word to guide you... And to be your friend! By Jim Pemberton


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FALLING INTO SLEEP

tonight, I will lie down on my bed..
satiny sheets and blankets abounds..
as well as soft cuddly long big pillows..
I set aside any worries and fears..

Then, I will begin to say a prayer..
Under comfy sheets not a flabs layer..
My heart will form a fist..
Placing them front of my heart..

After my Prayer, I will close my eyes..
Wishing I'll be above the blue cloudy skies..
For tomorrow, gradually sunset heights..
Its rays Covering all in ties..

Doesn't have someone to hug..
I'll be contented for a pillow's tug..
Someday and someyime, I'll not bug..
For soon,I'll be wrap in arms not bags..

by: olive_eloi
aug.29, 2013
12:36am


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The Birdie

That birdie was singing a beautiful song
I pretended it was for me
The notes played like a musical flute
Its melody a symphony

I looked around that little bird
Sitting in an evergreen tree
What could make it sing like that?
Was it really singing for me?

Manna fell from heaven
As breadcrumbs found their way
And the birdie sang even louder
It had something it wanted to say

To live in the moment
And appreciate this gift
I look at the birdie
And my soul it does lift

For even heaven knows the birdie
Its every need and care
It worries not for tomorrow
It appreciates the breeze - the air

I want to be the birdie
Singing a beautiful song
Let me remember this moment
May it live ever long


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The One For Eternity And Beyond

I don't know whether I'm in love with her,
Or am I just trying to free myself from being alone, 
I don't want to see her cry, 
I can't even imagine a world without her smile

Is she the One, 
Or is this just another obstacle, 
I don't mind ,
Because nothing's keeping me from her

I see bliss in her eyes, 
And I see her in my future, 
I think this it, 
The truest form of love

May the Master of All Things Himself guide me, 
I beg of You to make me see,
Whether what I'm feeling is true or not,
Or whether I'm just afraid to be alone

Solitude has never bothered me ,
But now I see her and think of it, 
I will lose a long time friend, 
Yes , I will throw away anything for her

For heaven's sake I'd lose everything for this girl, 
She's the bliss I feel every morning,
I see her as a reason for my existence, 
The purest flower in all the fields

I love her, 
And I don't fear love anymore, 
I'm willing to be hers,
If she's willing to be mine

For an eternity I wish to keep her, 
For her I will give her all the stars in the sky,
I love her and I will care for her, 
For all of eternity and beyond.


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Queen Esther

(Esther 5: 2)



The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand

She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands

But It Was Persian Law For All
That Those The King Did Not Call
Would Be Struck Down Where They Stand!

Yet Brave & Beautiful Queen Esther
Whose Godly Faith Never Left Her
To Save Her People, Entered As Planned

Because There Was A Plot
Devised In Anger So Hot ...
By That Prideful, Wicked Prince Haman

To Kill All Esther's People
Haman Schemed So Evil
But The King Didn't Know Why It Began

... Or That Esther Was A Jew
In The Line of Hebrews
Who Worship The One GOD So Grand

But There Was No Hesitation
In Ahasuerus' Heart Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene

She Held Ahasuerus' Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen

I Imagine All Got Quiet
Waiting For Swords To Riot
And See Esther's Head Roll Across The Floor

But At The Sight of Her Dignity
The Scepter Pointed Implicitly
To Grant Esther Whatever She Implored

And Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man

When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In The Power of His Hand

* * * * * * * * * * * *


(Part 2)

Oh, And That Wicked Haman Was Hanged
And His Family Shared The Blame
But Esther's People Were Saved From Judah To Benjamin, To Dan


( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )


                    Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/15/2013 
                    by:  MoonBee Canady



I have always loved the story of Queen Esther ... This is a love story that has it all - - a lovely-hearted, modest girl, (replacing a vain and arrogant queen) ... then getting royally pampered, massaged in expensive, perfumed oils, lots of clothes and jewels, winning a beauty pageant, finding true love, conflict and suspense and lastly the heroine saves the day (and oh, did I mention that she was an orphan?) ... 'Com' on Movie-Makers - we could enjoy a lot more of this ... MoonBee 


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NATIVE TONGUE

I speak native tongue
From the lees heart of
The keg and palm tree
In the kukuruku forest
To be suffuse with 
The spirit of Anwu.

Dum dum gbidi gbom
Basks my body in
Drum beats of Egungun
In the black tropical grove.
Talking drum that
Speak words from my mind
With the pulse of Orishe.

I eat only dry meat
That fills the mouth.
Give me oil and salt
To consume my cocoyam,
I shall offer you kolanut
And welcome you 
Within the hut of Ndiichie.

I speak native tongue,
The true voice 
Of nature imitated by 
Amana isôn eyen.
The Tongue of homecoming
And the bond of ancestry!


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I Don't Want to Forget YOU Lord

I Don’t Want to Forget You, Lord! Lord Jesus, I don’t want to ever forget about you! I just want to take some time, to praise you! During my life, I want the past behind me! When I was struggling… It was you that helped me! The many times you listened to my cries… I knew you’d help me! I didn’t know why! I want to cherish the promises you made. I want to enjoy this life, that you gave! I want to remember the times we’ve had together! I don’t want to leave you! Now… Or ever! I want to think about the good times, that we’ve had! You brought joy to my heart! I am so glad! I want take each day and keep “moving on.” I know that you are with me… All the day long! Thank you Jesus! For the times you’ve been there! Always a friend I need! Who truly cares! An abundance of life, is what I received! That moment I trusted you, and began to BELIEVE! By Jim Pemberton


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popcorn popsickle

 child. You are young, beautiful and smart in ways your creators have only told the stars. 
It is within you to search through the dark lessons of life and find your divine wisdom. 
You are not the first nor the last to fill the pricks of life. Even the lion gets stung by the bumble bee. 
what must become of you is the process of growth from the birth of pain 
 you are young beautiful and smart in ways your creators have told the stars.
believe that you are the tomorrow and today will shine forever brighter.


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YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders

(2 Cor. 1: 3, 4 / 1 Pet. 5: 7 / Ps. 8: 4)



YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders!
Like YOU Wrapped Clouds Around Thunders
& Its Like A Lilting, Life-Lullaby In Whispers
or Like A Light Feeling of Gently Floating On Rivers

And It Feels Like A Comforter - Plush & Soft
Caressing Around Me As YOU Hold Me Aloft
And It Feels Like My Favorite Cuddly Blanket
Tucked 'Round Me Like Guests At A Table's Banquet

And It Feels Like Piled-Cashmere - Padded Covers 
To Keep Out The Cold & Carelessness of Others
It Feels Like My Grandmama's Queen-Size Quilt
... Under Which Many Castles Were Built ...

And I Feel Wrapped & Wanted, Warm & Safe
In The Soothing Circle of YOUR Firm Embrace
And Its Like The Tenderest of Hugs
In The Everlasting Arms of YOUR Fatherly Love

... and YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders!
Like  YOU  Wrap The Clouds Around Thunders ...




         Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/28/2013 
                     by:  MoonBee Canady




Yes, This is actually how I felt during the arduous procedure before my
Lumpectomy Surgery & ... after my surgery ... O' Yes, GOD Is Good!


MoonBee




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A New Life

They gazed into the sky of Fallen rain 
Dripping coldness past,memories of old pain 
The drops fall of damp life on the ground 
Clouds a-whorl dark skies sheltering in 
Fair hearts defying the stab's of their fate's intent 
Rise from thy streets of lonely no more 
Light shines from the dark to bring all that's good and just 
Is love just a sliver of sun? 
Through the dark grey mist revealing paradise ? 
Their withered gait now straightening with pride 
They cross like angels cross futures tide 
Belief in life renewed and only found 
Echo's a cadence of sounds 
Songs to the beat of their hearts and into the sun 
Seeking life and love's new start 
- by Brian Otoole


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Haiku Three

Have you met this sight... Rose flower during the day Tis what worth seeing Have you heard this song... Nightingale voice in the dark Tis what worth hearing


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FROM A BOOK'S INSPIRATION

Sitting on a bench inside the four corner room..
Suddenly, I was strike by feeling of emptiness..
I try to gauge and seize up my nerves..
Trying to control, freezing this oozing perves..

Day-to-day, I bring with me a book..
Of which millions of men take and look..
Some disagreed; Some agrees and was hook..
Each word stated are of wisdom avoiding to rebuke..

Hoping to get motivation..
I read and read seeking inspiration..
I am aspired with deep conviction..
Wishing for words to affect chains of reaction..

by: olive_eloi
6:48pm
27/10/2013

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Peace rest in us all the time..


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Sicklied Breezes

Here comes that familiar breeze again Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill Some other abandoned soul A soul that delves deep into my own, Drifting in an almost shameful stance Festered ignorance, time, and thought Resting under the wing of frightened hope It is cool, like any ordinary breeze It pleases all that feel it, save I For I know it longs to take all that I have In one…single… swoosh You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle? Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe? Sleeping in the convent of my soul As others praise you and thank you You take me under tow Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth With a silent tune of rests within notes I remain where the breath is taken I remain your host The breeze grows painstakingly warm Filling all with passions unfolding Each soul finds its home Leaving me alone with a soul untold Always awake and crawling… and screaming Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless Wingless, tainted…filled with dread It is warm and hated by all that behold it And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT For it takes nothing and gives me all In multitudinous shrouds Beloved angel—why do you burn me so… Leading me into your sick embraces As others curse to your face You forever release in me A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for The melody caught—no room to breathe Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe For all no longer see… I was always the caller


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The Black Abyss

Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.

Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.

Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.

Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!

Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games 
And escape My Black Abyss.


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The Unknown

The world, once a seemingly small place, expands and grows with you.
Bigger, more vast, scarier.
How is one to find their place?

Searching for motivation--forward momentum, I crumble.
I sink into the abyss that is my life.
Smaller, more secluded, scarier.

I scream, but no one hears me.
This is what it feels like to be one mere person.
A dot in the universe.

Smaller.

Ah, I rebut.

I refuse to go unnoticed.
I refuse to live a life afraid of chance.
I refuse to not make my mark in the world.

I run, head first, towards the bigger, most vast and scarier.
I welcome myself to the unknown. 
I look fear in the eyes.
I search;

For my place, my purpose, my mark.


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THE CHILD STILL REMAINS

I can't ignore the shadows.
I can't ignore the pain.
     I've lived with my denial,
          Much to long.
I must explore my empty past.
The child still remains;
     Crying in the darkness for the strength,
          To carry on.

The little hand is trembling,
Afraid to ask for much.
     The crumbs have gotten smaller,
          Through the years.
Hoping for some kindness,
Or an understanding touch.
      Dreaming of a future.
          Without tears.

Don't worry now, my little one.
At last I hear your voice.
     I feel your desperation,
          Hear your cries.
I love you so, my little one.
I've finally made the choice
     To find and live the truth,
          And dry your eyes.


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PARADOXICAL IMAGES

Dozen of dozens questions, I was carefully asked..
Maybe ten hundreds, I was requested for a shot..
hundreds by hundreds, vivid images rush..
of smiles; of wonders; of glee and of absurbness..

some fantazises..
some beholds..
some envies..
some admires...

leaking in deep embedded trenches..
bombarding waves after waves..
begotten in fusions of vibrancy..
in partition of velocity and gravity..

some is a picture of truthfulness..
some is a picture of falseness..
some is a picture of dramatic eloquence..
some is a picture of authority obedience..

yet underneath a wiseman's eyes..
behind an elder's cleverness..
surely, no one can ever hide..
surely, no one can even deny...

by: olive_eloi
22/10/2013
5:01pm

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Just A Kiss Away

A kiss is more to me then just a kiss
 I long to finally see you,
And place my lips upon yours.
Feeling the Spark of love take us over
All I'd hope for 
You could have gave up on me but still you stayed right here
With a tear of joy 
I felt like a child to candy
 Your sweet lips of wine I long to taste 
It's like a sweet lullabies to my soul 
With just that special kiss you can make the difference 
Just a kiss you will make me whole,
For your kiss will throw all my pain into bliss
So when we finally meet I hope you 
 Will show me the meaning of your love 
In just that single gentle kiss of love
 

Contest for- a kiss is just a kiss 7-23-13


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Man's Afflictions And God's Salvation

Man’s Afflictions and God’s Salvation!

I’ve seen and heard of many afflictions!
Things happen in life, that need our attention!

There are things that happen that bring despair.
Wondering if anyone listens or even cares!

There’s a God in heaven who sees what’s wrong!
There are many things that don’t belong!

Evil moves with a power and destructive force!
It comes in many forms, from an ungodly source!

God knows what is happening and offers a plan!
His gift of salvation is freely offered to man!

His ways of living are at odds with this earth!
Anyone can come to Christ,
 and receive a “new birth!”

If life’s heartaches and worries
 are pulling you down…
There’s a new life for YOU! 
Waiting to be found!

Your afflictions, for God’s healing,
 is for you to receive!
Won’t you reach out to him now?
 And simply believe?

His gifts of mercy and hope, is what HE can give!
He can totally transform you! 
 And the way you live!

His salvation, for life’s heartaches, is freely yours!
A new life with Jesus can be true
 and secure!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Rising Again

Rising again, furnished with a bright dream
That led me to a noble path, graced with loving memories

So, i'm moving away from moment of despair
Looking to continue loving my purpose in life

For I refused to give up my treasured dream
Find meaning from every trial, with hope in my pocket

So, I had faith to keep going on, rising again and again-
-And planting seeds of hope with devoted heart

Making me a sailor with triumphant dream
Ready to move on, withstand other storms

While listening to melodies from deep waters
Charming my spirit, and making me embrace new sense of being

So, I keep rising, and rising again, love waiting on my new path
To carry me through a fulfilling journey

For I always believed, happines is forever in the midst of everything
Anytime, everywhere, it will always come to free me


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I Finally Understand Why

All those times that i got hurt
It seemed like i was destined to be alone...
It seemed like i would never be happy...
I would always get hurt...
I finally understand why...

All those times i cried myself to sleep...
It seemed like noone cared...
It felt like i would always be alone...
I never seen a future with anyone...
I always wanted one but didnt see it...

I couldnt see a light at the end of the tunnel...
I just seen more and more pain...
I seen more hurt...
I finally understand why...

I remember the first day i saw you...
I felt this feeling inside of me that i never felt before...
My life got a lil bit brighter and i didnt even know your name...
I finally understand why...

I finally understand why it never worked out with anyone else...
I finally understand why i never seen a future with them...
I finally understand why my world got brighter the day i first saw you...
I finally understand that feeling i felt inside...

It never worked cause i was meant for you not them...
I didnt see a future with them cause my future is with you...
My world got brighter cause i found my soul mate...
That feeling i felt inside was the feeling of true love...

You are my future 
My light at the end of the tunnel 
My soul mate
You are my princess


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NEW WORLD order

ninety nine percent
CIVIL one percent WAR the
worse upset ever


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If I Give God Everything

If I Give God Everything…

If I give God everything,
 what have I to lose?
He’s been calling me… 
 I don’t want to refuse!

I need to give HIM control of everything I do…
He promised to change and make me brand new!

I must confess and humbly
 come before him!
I need to take the time, to love
 and know him!

I’ll try to give him, all of my burdens
 and troubles.
He’s there to pick me up, 
when I fall and stumble!

God is merciful!  And is waiting with open arms!
His arms of love, will shelter me,
 from all harm!

As I give God what I have,
 I know I need more of him!
I need to experience Jesus’ blood
 to cleanse my every sin!

I’m so thankful and grateful
 for all that he has done!
I shall praise and worship Jesus! 
 God’s precious son!

I Praise you father!  I bless and honor
 your name!
As I give you my life…  
I am forever changed!

By Jim Pemberton


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STAY ON CHEER

These pass years, I have been in a quest..
There are times I want to stop but I guess..
If steps and risks aren't taken, I'll be waste..
Thus, I try and try slowly not in haste..

To become a Saint, one must be chaste..
To become a hero, must death be faced?
To become renown, must fame be chase?
However, to be love, must one be on same race?

Building long lasting & steadfast relationships..
Will require from you more than stewardship..
Even more than a deal of companionship..
And more than just friendship..

It takes the right time...
Sometimes months extending to years..
Or a whole of a lifetime..
Only God knows yet stay on cheer..

By: olive_eloi
5:29pm
10/10/2013


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Rising From The Ashes

The wear and tear of my past experience
has ravaged my spirit, body and soul
Now my life is a mere shallow existence
with a deep longing to be made whole

I was caught in the beauty of your charm
and savouring its full pleasure was my goal
Now I experience a deep sense of alarm
at the loss of my feeling of control

But with my own inner resolve and firmness
and the strength I can get from other avenues
I must overcome this sense of helplessness
and move on to live my life as I choose

The phoenix bird burns itself to ashes
whenever it becomes worn out with age
And from those ashes a new phoenix arises
and starts a fresh life cycle on a new page

Scorched and burned by my actions of the past
and having learned from the anguish and pain 
I also will rise from those ashes at last
and move on afresh with my own life again



(To those dealing with addiction – drugs, alcohol, etc., 
and also a broken heart)


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Nighttime Wonders

There is a place,
a magical wonderland
that sits at the end of your mind,
and everybody dead and living
goes there when they are tired.
It is a place that is special
and is diffrent to stand to your approval.
It is a nighttime wonder
only open from eleven to five
and you can only come,
if you truely believe.

It is a place
where the streets are paved gold,
peace runs through every corner and avenue,
no jails, no hospitals
because there is no crime and no sickness.
The skies are always blue,
and the clouds are all white,
the sun is blazing hot
and the woman all give you a wink of an eye
and all blow you kisses,
where the men want to be you,
and where the women want to sleep with you.
It is a nighttime wonder,
a special place,
in the back of your mind.
It is real, not imaginary,
nothing is fake about this place,
this is where dreams come true,
where there are no cancers, headaches, toothaches,
no wars, no enemies, no hangovers,
no schools, no politicians, no lawyers, no greed,
no sin, no temptation, no demons or devils;
everything is beautiful, and everything grand.

A piece of Heaven on Earth.
Everyone is happy,
all with a smile on their face,
not a frown in sight.
Songs are sung with the most beautiful of voices
and the sweetest of songs sung.
This place is a nighttime wonder.

When you tuck yourself under the sheets,
grab your pillow, or girlfriend, or boyfriend
husband or wife, or even your favorite stuffed friend,
we all go to this special nighttime wonderland.
A place of joy, a place of happiness,
a place where you go to forget
and enjoy,
a mini vacation.
Till that alarm clock's annyoing buzz comes on
and pulls you out of that nighttime wonder
and places you back into reality.


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The Power Of Love

Love is one of life's greatest mysteries
It is the driving force
which shapes man's destiny
It is the very foundation 
upon which life itself is built

Love leads 
life follows
Love is a way of life
One cannot detach oneself from Love
to make a decision
for Love is life itself

Throughout the ages
the power of Love 
has gripped the hearts of men
- mighty men who feared nothing
and made them powerless
to resist its spell

Kingdoms rose and fell
Armies laid others waste
and were laid waste by others
Men died in agony at the command
of a Love-infected leader 
Paris and Helen of Troy
in the Trojan war
Samson and Delilah
in the battle with the Philistines
Anthony and Cleopatra
in the Roman Civil War

Love is a potent force 
that sometimes makes fools
of Earth's mighty men of valour
And yet this same Love 
has been an instrument of good
with which nothing can compare

There are many kinds of love -
a man for his God
a man for his woman
a friend for his friend
a person for his kin
a man for his dog
- these and many more

Though the particular cases differ
the effect of Love is the same
- that feeling which inspires and drives men
to achieve things 
they once believed impossible

Many a knight fought great odds
and won for his lady
Many a man leaves his comfortable niche 
in society
and goes out to endure 
the hardship and pain
of the less fortunate
as he gives of himself unselfishly
to improve their state
because of his love for
his God, duty and ideals

History is filled with leaders
who tried to build 
and maintain an empire
with the might of brute force
and failed -
Charlemagne
Alexander The Great
Julius Caesar
Napoleon Bonaparte
Adolph Hitler

And yet
a humble carpenter of Nazareth
who shunned brute force
and violence
built an empire on Love
two thousand years ago 
and today it covers
the face of the earth


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Coming Out Of The Shadows

 We are hidden trapped within the Shadows of night,
 We hear the frightful screams of echoes that linger and haunt

  Pain and horror in our own world 

Some maybe unaware of 'many know to well 
 With the evil here,who is to blame?
 Where the lies all the same thing?

We must join to fight the snares of the devil 
  And become a fortress like the stars together 
  
   With the heavy storm of dark
 We must use a light to guide us home 
  
  With arms wide open I'll take you with
As the fair moon shines bright with the stars 

 Only then in this battle will we be saved at last 
    
  With god and that light upon us we are saved 
                        With bliss 

For Gail Angel Doyle's-contest -coming out of the shadows 
By Brian Otoole 7-19-13


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COMMON LANGUAGE

 Common Language


With the softness of your eyes,
you calm me.
And, with boldness
against the howling wind
I welcome you.
Vulnerably. Expectantly.
A few words and in-between memories.
Twigs and branches of the willow tree,
bend and nod. They seem to agree.
Inflamed by faith and sweet fondness, 
I approach, too.
And a common language; unquestionable union ensues
The heavens we touch by our sameness....
....mind the timepiece 
When finally we part -–
A poem
        I pen with ease.


(A love affair of two book worms meant to meet under the shady branches of mother willow. The story was never told until now). 



Details | Ballade | |

Out Here On My Own

I must walk this road on my own
I’ve got to walk though this rocky road alone
Yes, my Lord I’m capable, now that I’ve grown

I hear your voice telling me to carry on
“Carry on! Carry on!! It is a new dawn
Life battles are fought and won

You got to rise up and fight
‘O’ man of valor! ‘O’ man of might!
Rise up! And step into that glorious light”

Nobody else can walk it for me
I can’t be dreaming, waiting to see
I’ve got to rise up and fight the battles on my knee

I’ve got to silence that crushing spirit or whomsoever
Great men don’t get intimidated in their endeavor
Great men never quit, whatsoever

Great men learn to live with pain
O yes I can! What is pain to a courageous brain?
For the Lord’s grace out here I’ll reign

By The Poet Preacher © 2013

 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9 [NIV]


Details | ABC | |

Thinking of You

Sitting here in the darkest hour all alone 
thinking of you and me together as one 
When i lay my head down im thinking of you 
When i dream im dreaming of you and me 
When i start to smile i know it's becouse of your sweet way 
When i stop to think of you comeing near by to see me 
I start to think and wonder about you 
Day and night in your arm's i dream 
always of having you here with me your sweet embrace  
Forever i hope to long for 
Never will and never give up faith  
Alway's thinking of you in my arms  


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furrows of life

The  furrows of Life 

The narrow way leading up to the farm from the main 
road had a gate, so cattle could not wander off on to 
the main road getting. The way had three furrows two 
caused by narrow cartwheel, and one- much wider- from 
the horse´s hoofs. Deep furrows meant a hard-working 
farm. The landscape was flat and often windy and on my 
way to school I tried to walk where the horses had trod 
the soil was softer there and the horseshoe patterns told
me if it had been a small or big horse that last had pulled 
a cart here and if the load had been heavy
A knowledge that was totally useless and I often wonder 
why I remember it so clearly, like a black& white photo.
Lately I have been remembering these ways and its users 
I often think if there is a message here I have overlooked.   


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Garden Club Ruse part 1 of 2

For years no one ever had a clue...
Of the secret she hid..no one knew..
The child inside her never shed a tear...
Although she lived everyday with fear...
She grew up never knowing what love was...
Till that fateful day, when he met him on the bus..
He was tall and handsome and had a great smile...
Knew all the words making her feel worthwhile...
They fell in love and soon were married...
And that’s when things changed...the love got buried..
The days were long and the nights were lonely...
They seldom spoke, and if only...
She hadn’t seen that ad...this never would have happened..
Join the Garden Club today and...
 wipe all your cares away 
There’s more to this story..I must conceive...
So please follow this sequel and I believe....
You will stop and think of the words I wrote...
And perhaps even take your own personal note....
	


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SUPER HUMAN

             SUPER HUMAN
What the challenge that I cannot achieve is not yet known
The life I am living is but a seed sown
Watch ye but do not regret else, away you are blown
I have seen, I have faced, and to believe is what is I have conquered
Tell where there is right and I am not there
The perfect me is what you but did see
Yet not feel, cos it hurts to feel
Yes! O yes! My ego drives me 
 My dream keeps me alive
Do not blame me I’m just SUPER HUMAN 


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EVOLVING LOVE

Before, i believe to love at first sight..
I was so young, easy to excite...
Heartbeats fast, hard to fight..
All colorful, not that white...

While, i am growing old..
Gradually, aside from feelings thinking get involve..
I realize, i began to evolve..
Weighing as day to day, i revolve...

Love seems an untouchable treasure chest..
Waiting to be discovered, nurtured in zest..
Practically, anyone to insist as it exist...
When it land truly, difficult to resist..

Yet, blessed really you are..
If such feeling, land by your arms..
As sometimes, persons wait for a lifetime..
Causing them so so much even a dime..

Bewildered, one may feel..
Let it go, be free to peel..
Not of skin nor of heel..
Rather of heart nothing but real..


Details | ABC | |

We Keep on Singing Hallelujah

Across the borders, might be big or small
Bright Galions, ready to destroy with big cannons 
Colonizing every country they go
Dead bodies and blood to the seas they flow 
Every Filipino stand your ground 
For God is with us, in our hearts He's found
God is with us, God is in me  

Hallelujah, We keep on singing 
Hallelujah, We might die today 
Hallelujah, Give us strength we pray  

In the end the battle is over 
Justice for our Country lovers 
Killings and Words to ponder 
Love of God, In his arms we're under    



My Dual entry. 
ABC Poem of Love
 (Love of Country, HAHAHAH!!!)
 Poems about Nationality  


05/30/13


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Taking risks

I’m climbing too high
And I look down below
To see I’m on top of the world
Of the love I once knew.
I never told you
That I was afraid of heights,
But I never needed to,
Because you took away the fright.
But I feel like I’m going to fall
And break once again.
I need to stop climbing
And maybe descend.
But your love makes me climb higher
And I’m stuck with the thought
If I should stop while I’m ahead
Or risk the long fall.


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Haiti, Le Monde Vous Ecoute

Proud people of the Haitian Ile,
Stand firm with head held high.
Though days may last for a while,
The world has begun to hear your cry.

Le monde ecoute les voix criant;
On voit et meme se sent votre douleur.
Avec vous, on est priant. 
Avec vous, aussi on pleure. 

Two plus centuries ago, 
You proved strength and gained liberty.
For your great past, there’s a greater tomorrow,
In spite of the now, pursue prosperity. 

Le monde écoute votre voir d’éspoir;
On voit toute votre courage. 
Quelle belle pays et peuple noir – 
À vous, on dis “soyez brave, soyez brave!” 

Such a calamity to strike Porte-au-Prince; 
May you raise capital walls and the hearts therein. 
Like those of Katrina, you will be remembered since;
 This time, may justice and compassion speedily win. 

Haiti, le monde écoute les cries de votre terre;
On voit ques vos avez tellement de besoins.
Il nous semble qu’un des ces est un frère. 
Donc, à vous on dit, “On vient!” 

(Dedicated to Haiti as a result of the 2010 earthquake.)


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Silver Tongue

His fingers left blood on the strings 

but, come time to walk away he hadn’t really learned anything.

Course and dried brushes sit atop the rubbish,

His mind held a perfection too delicate for his clumsy hands to create.

He opened his mouth to sing like a jay but, instead of notes it was rust that fell out. Part of the wear and tear of early adulthood.

But then, this same boy picked up a pen and found some paper. The pen in his hand felt as natural his own bones and he began to write.

He wrote every tear

He scribed every star

He built towers from mountains with every line

High enough that the angel’s just might hear them.

He made pages for chapters of his life that could make those seraphim weep sapphire tears.

He could write the wind blowing across the nape of your neck in Autumn

And make you feel the chill on your skin.

He could articulate the sad beauty of a lover’s quarrel that ends in tears

If they cry, it makes it all more real.

He documents the history of a war inside himself that will never end.

The loss and the gain,

But not those of monetary nature.

When life begins to scream around him

All he must do to silence it is to put it in a stanza.

The boy’s tongue can pave the way for good intentions, and we all know those can fall South. He finds strength. And with this Strength a power.

Finally the boy knew his gift. But how is he meant to use it and who will truly listen to the personal strands of his soul he ties together with punctuation?

And now that he has tasted the pleasure of his power, will that be enough?


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My heart of steel

My heart of steel an alloy
Of hard work and perseverance
Silver-coated with patience

My heart of steel is as non volatile
As a diamond molecule
It is rust free, a stainless steel
nonreactive to destructive criticism

My heart of steel is though resistant
To the magnetism in sugary temptations
It is not moved by the muscle
Of bitterly howling winds…..


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 | Rhyme | |

Jesus Christ Went Above and Beyond

Jesus Christ Went Above And Beyond! Jesus Christ went above and beyond! He forgave all of my sins and wrongs! He loved me! When nothing else mattered! He picked me up, when my life was chattered! He gave me his life, when no one else could! All of my sins and failures, he understood! He’s blessed me, with his love and assurance! And gave me salvation! His eternal “life insurance!” He’s given me strength, and all I needed! With all that he’s given, my life is completed! He rescued me from the awful pit of sin. And brought hope to my life, once again! He’s given me a love, that I never had! I gave him my life! I am so glad! To Jesus… I’m forever thankful and grateful! He’s my guiding light, and an awesome example! His word helps me to have victory today! And guides me, along life’s narrow way! This same Jesus can do the same for you! The opportunity is here! What will you do? Friendship with Jesus! HE brings life divine! I’m so blessed, that he’s a friend of MINE! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

The Way

The world is very easy
though too tough!
it'll make u cry,
it'll make u laugh,
and shape your thoughts
to destroy you all.
you ought to be clever,
you ought to be smart,
you ought to be bold,
these are the things, 
that'll prevent your fall.

The world is full of obvious things,
that nobody ever observes.
we keep finding ways,
to win over the world, 
though we always fail.
Men are suffering,
men are dying,
but they never observe,
that the most obvious way,
is to fight with their own.

God has Planned everything for us,
yeah! it's true.
but the result to a situation,
may sometimes be harsh,
sometimes it may,
broke us apart.
We got to be bold,
we got to fight,
we got to mend our own ways, 
and how we observe,
we got to put all our effort,
everything on stake, 
as The Plan can be changed,
for what we Deserve.


Details | Classicism | |

To Face The Day

She stares not up to face the sky,
To see the clouds that float on by.
She stares not down to watch her feet,
The concrete and dirt which they might meet.
She stares but one way and that’s straight ahead,
To face the day until it’s dead.

She’ll think no bad thoughts to mar the day.
She’ll think of nothing wrong to say.
She’ll think not of the things she’s lost.
She’ll think not of the moments she’s tossed.
She’ll think one thing to make it right,
And that’s to face the day without a fight.

She does no wrong to face a cell,
Or wind up at the gates of hell.
She tells no lies and brings no harm.
She’ll never twist a stranger’s arm.
She’ll do just this to make life great,
Face each day and walk on straight.


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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 | Rhyme | |

I'm So Glad That Jesus Lifted Me


I‘m so very glad that Jesus lifted me!
And am grateful that he
 also set me free!

I’m grateful of the happiness
 he brought!
And know that he loves me,
 a whole lot!

I’m also thankful, for the life that he brings!
He understands me! And can do anything!

I hope that you’ll take some time today.
Spending time alone with him, and pray!

He rewards those who earnestly 
seek him!
Won’t you give him a chance? 
And receive him?

This same Jesus, 
also wants to help you!
Won’t you open your heart, 
and let him touch you?

By Jim Pemberton   08/15/13






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Jesus Please Use Me

Here I am Jesus!  Please use me!
I know that you’ll never refuse me!

I ask you to fill me with your compassion…
Even if this seems “old fashioned!”

This world is lost and dying without you!
There’s so many that really need you!

May I be an instrument in reaching out…
This is what being your child is all about!

You are the potter...  I am the clay.
Please give me the words to say!

Touching others, I know is your will!
May I listen to your spirit, and be still.

Teach me to be your light, as I go along.
In your arms of strength, I do belong!

May others be stirred from God above…
Help me to be an example of your love!

To be used by God is an honor and joy...
HE gives eternal life for all to enjoy!

By Jim Pemberton   


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crab in the kitchen sink

i am a Dungeness crab with my claws
now strapped with rubber bands, my food
and my hiding hole taken away, leaving
me seated in someone else’s  kitchen sink

sinking with my manuscripts, pens, papers
and pencils to my death like a doomed rapist
murderer ready to walk, nay, sit on the electric
chair, soon to be flushed out as staunch stink

but even here i have not lost my control
to give, to give self as food, age old whine
my writing in heart, that poem, my protest
against being a puck in the skating rink


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We can overcome our past

We can overcome our past 

God is greater than our hearts
 And love is stronger than death
 We were treated as insignificant and made to feel small
 But before we could walk, we had to learn to crawl

 God is greater than our hearts
 And love is stronger than death
 Our personal fears, He helped us change and overcome
 Turning our weaknesses into strengths, the past undone

 God is greater than our hearts
 And love is stronger than death
 Through His eyes we learned all the possibilities to see
 Be our own best friend, love ourselves and our potential be

1/10/13®


Details | ABC | |

Unwanted

Trying to find where i belong has been my objection to long.
casted out by a socity and kicked to the side came face to face
with betrail from my own kind.

Held captive behind enmy lines against all odds determined to be excepted 
dispite the past rejections in search of love and effection Wanted! thats where i wanna be surrounded by a people with an affinity to me.

those who will openly embrace me and take me for who i am and will judge the not for where i have been,and once upon a time i had came across a man,a man of wisdom
and as i stood on the side of this wise man he lent me a gife though few understand.

He said Gods kingdom is more than a bunch of words its power pure divinity in the darkest hour.To see a devine light within the wilted flower for behind blind eyes lyes lifes discie and to say yes is to simply ablige to obide by the rules of this unseen gide line and to find peace within ones self and to except the help thats given when feelt
''Glown upon your face inside your hart is that place''.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Thoughts

My thoughts,my healer and believer
My thoughts, my salvation-my thoughts
My strength,my way forward
My thoughts, my success my internal life and encourager

My thoughts, my protector-my listener
My thoughts, my comfort zone and happiness
My thoughts, my life-my spirit and soul

My thoughts my forgiver-my love
My own;my dream and peace
I am me in you my forgetter
My pushing and believing

My thoughts myself, I am me in you
I am loved, cherished, respected and found
Am well known my thoughts-my thoughts
I survive in you my thoughts

I laugh, smile and free my thoughts
My thoughts
My thoughts.


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Please Come Lord Jesus And Listen to My Voice

Please Come Lord Jesus, 
And Hear My Voice!

Please come Lord Jesus, 
and listen to my voice!
In all I do or say, may you
 be my first choice!

Please come dear Jesus, and listen to my cry!
Give me your living water,
 that can satisfy!

Please come dear Jesus,
 and renew my mind!
You’re so patient, loving 
and very kind!

Please come dear Jesus, 
and renew my spirit!
Your words of life…  
May I daily live it!

Please come dear Jesus, I need you this hour!
I need your strength, and your power!

Thank you my Lord, my savior 
and friend!!
And thanks for answering me… 
 Once again!

By Jim Pemberton   08/01/13


Details | Light Poetry | |

Holly

                                              Holly

As I look deep into her eyes. I see the love waiting there.
Like the most beautiful sunrise. It warms my soul and removes the chill from the air.
She lifts my spirits with just a simple smile. She heals my heart with her warm embrace.
She helps me forget my worries for a while. She does all this with her style and grace.
All too often I let the world get me down. She seems to share all the pain I feel inside.
It breaks her heart to see me frown. She’s the only one whom I can confide.
She found me in the dark. She led me to the light.
When my world was torn apart, she held me so tight.
She is my Reason 
She is my Purpose 
She is my Life.
In fond dedication to my wife Holly ^^


Details | Free verse | |

life is a risk

4.30 In the morning and I’m writing this
Thinking of how beautiful but difficult of a life it is
Looking up at stars
But doing more than appreciating what a beautiful night it is
Thinking back to when I fell for a girl who didn’t love me back, it was quite a slip
She took my heart
Left it covered in bruises, cuts and scars
But id didn’t put up my guard
Until I got stabbed in the back by a friend and the knife stuck in hard
At the time I’d of sold my soul to the devil just to have my heart back
But I worried what good would it be with scars attached?
That was the moment I allowed poetry to become my advocate
So my pain was no longer hazardous
When you’re going through it you don’t realise how bad it is
When you’ve been through it, it can’t be as bad as you first thought because you survived
And overcame the worst obstacle in your life
And you realise happiness is actually attainable
Be yourself, don’t copy and realise life’s aren’t exchangeable
Enjoy the moment you may never get the chance again
Enjoy the song you may never be able to dance again
Truth be told, if I’m fully honest?
Then I never needed anything I thought I wanted
Maybe I wanted out of greed, or just a case of never having it
Maybe there were many cakes on the plate & I was grabbing it
To get the best out of life you need to be strong through the worst times
Don’t judge because you’ll rarely be happy by what you first find
Everyone’s a working progress, grow with them, realise what a blessing they are
Let them open up on there own, don’t question their scars
I’m not preaching or teaching
This is just a guy who’s been through hell speaking
Now it’s almost 5 in the morning and I’m not even halfway through saying what I need to
You’re wasting time trying to be someone else, while somebody is dying to meet you
Take a risk if you’re willing to lose for it
Sometimes you have to take a step back to move forward
I used to want my ex back
Until I got better
Now I’m happy we’re not together
Don’t pick up a thing from where you left at
Dust yourself off start from scratch
Grow in time; learn where your heart is at
It may take time
But in the end you’ll have a strong heart & great mind
I began to hear hate better and became blind to love
When I was heart broke and I realised every contract is signed in blood
I like to recall the bad as well as rewind the good
It just prepares me
Reminds me I’ve been through the worst so nothing should scare me
Life gives you hardship so you won’t sink easy
The moment you begin to think freely
You’ll see life is a risk but usually worth the gamble
When you stop letting life control you and reverse the handle 


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David and Goliath

David and Goliath

Goliath challenged Israel,
 and brought disgrace.
He asked if any man would meet him... 
 Face to face!

The men of Israel were scared.  Not this brave!
If they lost…  They’d be the Philistine’s slave!

King Saul asked if anyone would challenge this man!
David accepted.  Knowing this was God’s land!

With a small stone, that he chose from a river bed
He faced Goliath.  
God put the stone into his head.

Down came the giant!  He took a big fall!
He wasn’t so great and mighty, 
 after all!

Is there a giant in you life?  
That’s causing you problems?
Why not come to Jesus!  And let him solve them!

 Whatever your “giant’ might be!
With God’s help…  
You can have the victory!

Whatever “giant” there is… 
 All must bow at Jesus’ name!
Won’t you stand up!
 God’s message, do proclaim!

The enemy’s already defeated!  
Victory is here!
As God is lifted up!  
Your enemies will disappear!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Couplet | |

Confidence

Every day I will excel,
Where I end up,
Only time will tell,
I hope to succeed in life’s hardest times,
And keep my problems inside these rhymes,
Every missed moment is the shutting of a door,
Luckily I know that will open plenty more,
The chances I’ve gotten in the past,
They don’t tend to stay,
They don’t tend to last,
The future ahead can be very bright,
So much of course I may lose my sight,
But only of course if I stare too long,
I need to take action,
I can’t go about it wrong,
The goal is to focus on the task at hand,
My attitude will not turn bad,
I will take a stand…


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NO LONGER WILL YOU BULLY ME

The days of you bullying me are over as of this precise moment in time.

Yes, I mean it!  I will back up my words in any way I have to for you to get the message.
I will no longer be yanked from you bullied-victim-line.

No longer will you bully me at school, in the neighborhood, or on the internet.

I have empowered myself with self-confidence and pride like never before.  Weaknesses 
I had that you took advantage of, are gone for good, just like that!

No longer will you bully me!

If you try, an unpleasant surprise you will quickly see.

I told you when you first started bullying me, I did not want any trouble, but that didn't
do much good.

Now if you continue to try to bully me, you'll see a side of me you've never seen before.  
For you, I promise that won't be very good.

I hope you take my words to heart, and end your bullying ways as fast as can be.

I can't speak for other kids, but no longer will you bully me!

Al Johnson


Details | Light Poetry | |

IMAGINATION HUES

Drops of sweats hovers my face..
As i walk ahead slowly through a phase..
In a whirlwind like the maze..
I find myself dreaming amaze...

Glued deeply buried on the ground...
I wonder how a melodious music sound...
I drum and twirl my fingers in round..
Fidgeting strings of triangles I found...

I fall back in a convergence of scenes..
Leaving away footprints that don't dim..
Beaming with meeknes of it seems..
Mimic the yonders and let eyes gleam..

Vibrantly shining in a spectrum of rainbows...
Vigorously rejoicing loud in the meadows.
Reflecting through vivid shapely shadows..
Amusing and beckoning, one will follow...

By: olive_eloi
sept. 09, 2013
1:27pm

Dedicated to: one who imagines

------>>> 

Gonna be a happy day, i hope

Blessed are those who have found in their heart that place called happiness...

Extend kindness...
Share a smile...
Project uniqueness..


Details | Light Poetry | |

THE KEY WORLD OPENER

Spectacles one said,

A C one said,

Wheels one said,

Electricity one said,

At once,I say none,

But pen-

The Key World opener!


Details | Free verse | |

District 13 Revolution

Fireworks slide down the back of my tongue

Some went north to imitate stars, 

knowing all to well they wouldn’t even make it to the stratosphere

A fire can’t breathe with no air

Ask that man in the alley why he has to shoot black skies into his veins to see them.

You probably have more in common than you might think.

Satellite transmissions making waves like the oceans they cover

Healthy food is expensive, while poison is damn near free!

There is a storm coming

Grab your blankets and I will tell you how it ends with a new beginning.


Details | Fibonacci | |

Winning ideas

Thoughts
Are
Abstract 
Ideas,
By ineffable
Interplay: true inspirations.


Details | Free verse | |

Sending Waves

Sending Waves Touching Beautiful Always

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

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

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

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

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


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Solitary man

Solitary man.

I’ll walk the line and do the things I must
But I’ll be me and I never will be trussed
By the bonds of all that fools banality
That keeps a man held down in misery.

Expectations gone I’d be a friend
Someone to trust and share until the end
But don’t you ever turn me into you
 Cause I am me in everything I do.

I’ll walk alone and do the things I do
And to myself I’ll try hard to be true
I’ll dance my dance the way I only can
And I’ll live my life the solitary man.

Yes you may laugh and think me but a fool
As you succumb to all those boring rules
But I’ll be me my mind uncluttered, free
As a man alone I’ll meet my destiny.


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Marilyn Monroe

I could of hugged you once 
Even wrote a letter on how I felt 
But you left us way too soon with the angels 
You inspired me -many others I'm almost certain 
You took the stage as your own 
Broadway missed an angel 
Being the actress you became 
With just fond memories of you 
You are still and will always be 
America's sweet heart 
With that smile to melt many 
You inspired me to write and become who I am 
Myself 
But heaven wanted you quick with bliss 
That angel who inspired transcend all 
True of courage and laughter and faith 
Worlds greatest star I'll forever miss 
My favorite star that actress like you 
Legacy always cherished never gone 

7-20-13
Contest for Frank h.-favorite movie star 


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Beauty of light

We jumped for joy in the twilight as the suns fragile rays crept
Along the ground towards us 
We pursued the light and forbade the darkness
For fear of the dark and unknown laid dormant inside us
Ready to explode at the smallest sliver of darkness
We ran from dark and embraced the light.


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A Twitted crow flies aloft

Off the perch with shame beneath,
A Twitted crow flies aloft.
Hoping spectrum, blues and reds,
Dreadful notions, ugly skin!

Bracken wings, rotten look,
Rocking black, freakish beak,
Squawking hard, aiming high,
Cracking sound, beating trees!

Nasty fight that broke his heart,
Thrown afar from family,
Roots unknown yet fallen prey,
Lost he was to mystery.

Spreading wings, beating firm,
Gazing sharp, locking claws,
Diving down, mighty strong,
Fighting back, lengthy dusk. 

©Anees Rahman


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Where the Blazed Trail Ends

In the middle of the forest, 
Where the light is at its least, 
Where the darkness does abound,
Is where the blazed trail ends.

Until now we've had a guide, 
To help us on our way;
But here and now we stand alone,
Where the blazed trail ends.

We cannot take the paths before us,
For they cannot be taken twice.
We must make our own way beyond
Where the blazed trail ends.

The paths before us give us hope
That we too can succeed.
Our new journey has just begun,
Where the blazed trail ends.


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the wake

sometimes words blur in
motionless wonder and I 
am left in the wake.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


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Lost Art

            Lost Art

Old man takes deliberate steps
Paints portraits of liberated women and ships
Oranges and blues play favorably on the canvas
Explicit details forged over time
His existence is the ancient house
Attic, main floor and basement are his world
Snow mounts outside his noble place all year
Cold fills in the troubled fabric there at rest
One slow step after the other leads him down
To cellar where he hides his masterpiece
A small brown boat on the vast angry sea 
Planted there among the quiet dust
In the attic he secures a portrait of a woman
She posed in the past with a pink smile
Not much else
Old man loved the girl
But the ship has more value, color and design
He died one day without a reason
His art lives on
The attic piece, the woman, sold for several dollars
The ship for thousands 
Who would guess?
The painting higher in the structure sold for less
The ups and downs of life feted
Vetted just like ours 


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Why Not Trust Jesus


Perhaps things in life have
 taken the “wrong turn.”
Life is passing you by…  
And you’re not concerned?

Things that were important,
aren’t important anymore.
Life just seems to be like one big “revolving door.”…

Your love for people close to you, seems to be gone.
Almost everything you do,
 seems to turn out wrong.

Your life seems to be like a ship
 that’s lost at sea/
You wonder; “why lord, has this
 been happening to me?”

Jesus loves you very much!
  And he understands!
He’\s waiting to pick you up,
 with his outstretched hand!

He’ll replace your loneliness
 with a satisfying love!
And put your life back together,
 fashioned from above!

His perfect love will give you hope
 and a peace of mind!
Why not trust him now?  NOW is the time!

By Jim Pemberton


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The Worst Morning After

 On that joyful night of june30-2012
 Me and my love enjoyed a romantic night alone 
                In that beautiful inn 
    We laughed and cuddled all through the night
            We held each other close gazing into eyes
        Deep within the still night of bliss 
   I tried to sleep but could not fall at peace
         Something was on our mind but unaware of what

     We woke up with sweat running down our face 
          Something had come over us 
                    Like a firey rush 
         We ran quick down that rocky road 
                 To his mother's house 
        Not knowing what went on 
          Only to find the worst morning after
        When something stinched the air 
           Only to find our loved one gone to this life
                Right before our eyes 
          I know he's in heaven now with the angels bliss
        As heavy tears I've cried of sorrow 
            Only to find our worst morning after

Poem for black eyes Susan the worst morning after contest 


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My SPEECH to the hopeless and bruised

What do you want?
stay broken and bruised the rest of your life,
or stand up and make a right.
Everything in life is a lesson to be taught,
The choices you choose
The decision you make.
Its your life,
now stop. 
See that star up there?
Wish upon it and make it all come true.
Your future, its up to you.
Your past? There is nothing new.
So stand up scream and shout
because in the end
everything will be just fine!


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Spark to Flame

Let the voice within speak
Its better to let it shriek
Let the world sneak a peek
At the beauty resting within
A jewel shining underneath.

Release your inner glow
Let it shine so its known
Don't let the flame be blown
May it sprinkle like snow.

Shadows may snicker
Darkness might creep
Knawing at your bones
Stroking your spine to quiver.

Hands of despair reach out
Claws of pain try to cut
Fangs of sorrow want to bite
To rid the light that protects.

Yet you keep your ground
Looking through the veil
Holding hope close to heart
Faith embodies you.

Your spark grows stronger
Growing from an ember
To a ferocious flame
Scaring the shadows away.

The spark that rests within
That shard of determination
Splinter of will power
Flint of courage.

Take that flint
Keep striking it
To keep that flame
Burning bright within

As long as there's spark
There is always flame
Dreams and courage
That burn from within.


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Never too far away

I know your spirit lingers here 
Your always with me till the bitter end 
Just too painful to talk about 
So I write this poem to inspire 
Wishing I could see you in the flesh 
Hopeing for a miracle 
But I know deep within my heart 
Your never too far away 
I'll always keep you with me in my heart 
That steady burns inside 
I think of when I was happy 
And all those dark and dampend clouds 
Start to fade away 
In loving faith I'll find comfort 
And like the birds that fly gracefully in the sky 
I will always see your image within those ivory clouds 
Long as I look upon to the ivory clouds 
I'll always know your never too far away 
   
  By Brian Otoole


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Philosopher

Philosopher Old,
Philosopher Brave.
He speaks out to all that are enslaved.
Spends his life preaching through day and night,
while his words echo with might.
Fears not, that his enemies are enraged.
Philosopher Old.
Philosopher Brave.
The flowers grow tall upon your grave.



JSergi


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Phenomenal Angel- Maya Angelou Tribute

You are too dark, 
too unimportant,
your stomach is bulging,
they said..
Thank God for this angel,
she didn't let negativity settle in my head,
Although I am a man,
I never thought the day would come when I would see,
myself not as a failure but phenomenally,
Ms. Angelou was a single mother,
the struggle was difficult I know it,
but she still found time to become America's favorite poet, 
her words were like animals running free on a meadow,
never ending like rejection by the world while living in a ghetto,
who ever thought a black woman from Missouri could recite a poem at the inauguration,
Ms. Angelou,
you are the face of our cultures perpetuation,
you gave faith and hope to many,
including me,
Thank you angel for teaching us to live,
PHENOMENALLY..


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I'm Pressing On For Jesus

I’m Pressing On For Jesus! I want to press on for Jesus today! May I be attentive! To what he has to say! I want to seek the cross, and it’s true meaning. May HIS will in my life, become more revealing! I want more of Jesus’ love to daily surround me! It wasn’t I, but the Lord Jesus that found me! I want more of his word, to nourish my mind! May his example in me, be what others find! I want to seek his forgiveness! I always need it! His blood can wash away any sin! I believe it! I want you Lord, to come and fill me up! Take your spirit’s oil, and fill my empty cup! Thank you Jesus for this! And everything you do! Help me to press on! And keep loving YOU! By Jim Pemberton


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Perfect kind of desire

Sitting here in front of your image 
I desired from my past 
My body all in tingles 
Body gets fired up like the summer heat 

All emotions running wild 
I know I should not lust it's unjust 

But you look so good yet so fantastic 
I can almost taste you with my lips with lust 

I can not control it 
Is it wrong that I love the way your presence is 

You are a lier and a cheat thief in the night 
Tonight your everything I desired 

Like a roman warrior god 
Love your aching heart 

Just a work of arts desire 
Did not know this love could feel so good 

Your dangerous I don't care 

Maybe I'm naive 

Your my perfect kind of desire 
I long for you can you save me from that cloud 

By- Brian Otoole


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Irish eyes I long for you

 ''twas  a new feeling-somewhat more 
Then we even dares to own before
      As I looked upon the stars 
  I hope and dreamed someone like you
   Who can take me back to my old Irish roots 
Never met anyone from the emerald hills of Ireland 
       Our Irish eyes gazing into each other
 With the tall flowering hedges shade narrow 
    With head to shoulder on your skin 
    I long to be in your arms of joy 
Show me your beauty and beauty of Ireland 
  With Rocky roads and ancient castles 
Just tell me the words I long to hear 
  And we will be at least halfway 
With many tremendous miles apart 
 I keep wishing to be with you even just once
Wherever you may be or wherever you shall go
   Just always remember I longed for you
On the field of bliss forever on My mind 
With my Irish eyes that long for you

 By Brian Otoole


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Belief

How far can one humiliate,
How far can one go,
The world's mere a place,
Never let yourslf feel low...
The power's there within you,
The will's there within you,
The thing you gotta know is
WHO ARE YOU...
Self belief's the greatest belief,
It's the confidence that matters,
The fire's within you,
Its the right time that matters...
Compromises are mere the 
excuses,
You got to know yourself,
The world's not gonna let you live,
So just remain yourself...!!!
The world may be true,
The world may be false,
The thing I know is,
Every bad time has to pass..
Criticism is everywhere,
Deceit is now in blood,
You may be humiliated,
But never lose your guts...
Life is a challenge
Accept it with a smile,
Its the confidence in you,
That will help you cover the miles....


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old age and revenge

A Travel to Palestine 

In a landscape of chlorophyll sprinkled with yellow and red flowers,
neglected olive trees and bushes, my motorbike broke down,
my mobile was useless no signal here and I had a long walk home.
If I only had a donkey I could continued to the hazy blue mountain 
that has has always eluded me, moving away from me when sought. 
The beast and I could have reached the mountain, over and past it and 
ended up in Palestine, old people are respected there; mind some 
old men do not deserve accolade, like Henry Kissinger, a man of many
sins, but I would flame the downtrodden with the fire of freedom,
and not let them sink into the peace of slaves who have lost how to 
dream.  I would then give my donkey to another old man and travel to 
Amman in Jordan and take a plane home, sit in my room and be glad
that my life had not been futile, and listened with ease as shadows of
assassins surround my home. 


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The Storms of Life

The storms of life that slaps your face
And steals you from God’s warm embrace
The angry waves that crashes in
The raging tides that seem to win 
 
The howling bitter wind that blows
And throws its victim to and fro 
The waters fill and rock the boat
You wonder if you’ll sink or float
 
You start to question is God there?
Is He asleep, does He not care?
Then Jesus answers, “Peace, be still
This storm of life, it is my will

I’m holding you, you will not drown
Your faith is grounded, rooted down
Through storms of life I’m standing near
You’ll cross over, no need to fear


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Light On the Devil's Chord -part 1

And it was as God and His Word had said – 
I watched the lions and the cattle alike grazing, 
Laughter filled the roads of righteousness,
Each action was a kiss from the Spirit, 
Flowing in all of us—those of like mind, and those of great heart

In all of the happiness, I felt something rather strange, 
It was almost a sadness…I couldn’t quite put my finger on it
As I watched the children play with the serpents and scorpions, 
I felt His breath behind me…

In reverential sorrow, I turned and knelt before him and smiled,
Christ lifted me before I objected and looked into my eyes
“Dear one,” He said, His voice soft spoken, yet clear
“Something baffles you; I know it to be so. . .”

I looked at him and sighed, “Surely you know my Lord…”
His eyes glistened as He laid His holy hand upon my shoulder
“Ask, and it will be given to you…”

I smiled, remembering that was the very verse I had studied that morning
He laughed jovially at my slight surprise
“Yes, Lord Christ, as You said, knock and it will be opened.”
He smiled again, with a hint of knowing
Peace rushed over me, and my curiosity and love grew…

“Christ almighty, son of God,” I began, taking his open hands,
“Something baffles me, indeed. Something troubles me even, 
And I have long tried to push it from my mind.”
Squeezing my hands, he remained silent and sober, 
Patiently waiting for me to continue…

“Here I am, among the fields, watching the lion and the cattle, 
Smiling at the fearless children I have helped nurture,
Kissing back the waters of Your Holy Spirit…
Yet Lord, though my eyes never stray from the beauty of these lands, 
My mind often goes to a very dark place, 
A place that I wish You can bring to light, 
A place where the tormented one thrashes and screams,
And no one hears him! 
He is ignored, tormented by his own thoughts
Bashed by the stone of Alone
Cradled in the dust of the abyss…
He, in darkness dwells, as we in light rejoice…
I feel for him, Christ, I do…

Is this right?”

He stared at me long and smiled at me again
“Agape love is always right, dear sister
You are a thoughtful, intense, and kindhearted woman,
Mercies of the Almighty God reflect off your dimples,
Though I have long noticed your drift…
Many days I have contemplated the same,
Though well we all know God’s plan is perfect.
And His mercies are beyond the world and I…
He will hear you… He will always consider your concerns. ”

Silently, I absorbed his reply and sighed

Noah suddenly walked over to us and embraced Christ and I
“Hello fellow sister, hello Christ,
May I share this with you to ease your mind?
I Noah, when the world was awry,
Fell down upon my knees and asked God for mercy,
In His planning to destroy the world, He heard my request…
He heard my request and changed His plan according to my righteous works,
In good will, giving mercy onto man yet again,
Though Man’s ways continued, throughout time, in sin…”

I nodded, understanding Noah’s input
“Thank you Noah, and thank you Christ,
I think I know what I must do…” 


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I waited for your call

It was your call
 If you did call
 I would have been home
 I would have not


 Those minutes, That time
 We would have talk
 We would have walk
 Now where I am
 Now I am lost
 Lost inside your heart

 Let this heat pass your heart
 Let it pass the heart
 You will shine bright
 You shall be my light

 Shine, shine brighter
 So that doubters will stop
 Never again will they be sceptic
 Never again will these feelings stop

 A feeling that makes flowers glow
 A feeling of happy future
 Shall I call you; 
Nor wait for you
 Wait for you to call
 Wait till I stop thinking
 The thoughts of you
 The truth about our dream


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Tim McCravey, USMC

I have a great friend and his name is Tim McCravey.
He joined the Marines instead of the Army or Navy.
He bravely fought in the Persian Gulf War.
It's people like him who Americans are thankful for.

During the war, I wrote to him and he sent me twenty bucks.
Anybody who has Tim for a friend, has plenty of luck.
He and I were friends thirty years ago and we're still friends today.
It's very nice to know that he's patriotic to the USA.

(Dedicated to Timothy McCravey.)


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The Way

Indestructible you

Endowed provocateur of origination

Forger of paths unknown

Awaken

 

Yesterday was an option

Today a decision

Tomorrow will come

Eventually

 

Head high

Shoulders up

Walk

Fear is perception

 

Defeat is an illusion

Perverse as it is

Fills a void

To incentivize the outcome of glory

 

For as long as you walk

Deceiving external predictors, you prosper

Enticing hate and curiosity

From your resistance to fall prey to darkness

 

If perhaps you stumble

Along the way

No worries

 

That is the way


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A Phobia For Adrenaline

We're together in this, the fault is ours withhold the explanation we'll share the blame. "Not in this life! my take is already on the billboard" Now is the time to stick together holding each other, sharing one umbrella until this trying moment is over. "No way! I'm definitely leaving the squad". On the first sight of danger and an unpleasant situation of horror. 'Forgive me! but I'm stepping backwards" Persistence pays refined is the product coming through thick and thin be a risk taker and have guts. "Please, I don't need the award". Now is the time let's seize the moment a fool is the person who kicks opportunities away. "You go ahead, I'll do that afterwards" It's all about sacrifices subject yourself to undue limitations for the benefit of your next generation. "hell No! I'm definitely going overboard" The battle may seem bigger but you're more than capable examine the challenge, but focus on your strength. "Thank you! But I'm dropping my sword" Be unique, be different don't follow the crowd be a trail blazer and a pace setter. "So that I stand odd?" On the road to glory and a monster appears despite the capability to overcome he deviates from going goalwards. His achievements make neighbours bored his fury towards strain makes him seem awkward and his strong will becoming flatter than an Apple Keyboard What a being! His excellency, Mr. Coward.


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her poem

 I write poems on many topics
 Love, nature, stars in the sky
 Some can make you smile
 And some can even make you cry

 Some can touch your hearts
 And make your emotions flow
 Can even make you hungry
 And make your appetite grow

 But when I ask the girl I love
 To write her a poem, she said no
 And at that moment I was hurt
 Until she explain why she said so

 But she said that I could
 As her smile lights up so bright
 That she will let me write one
 But only on our wedding night

 And she wants me to read it to her
 And it’s been her secret wish
 And it will be so special to her
 a night she will always cherish

 So I started writing her poem
 But will keep it secret in my mind
 And it will be the easiest poem to write
 And it will be the best of all time

 So I began write about her
 And the first day that we met
 And the moment I laid my eyes on her 
 A second I will never forget

 the kindness of her heart
 Is like a treasure that has no end
 She is my angel from above
 My soul mate and my best friend

 Her hair, her face, her sweet voice
 Is a beautiful mystery to the world?
 Her eyes and beautiful smile
 Is like the sun warning my soul

 The way she talks, the ways she walks 
 She just takes my breathe away
 Her wisdom and understanding
 The magic in every word that she says

 And loving her is like breathing
 It’s the only thing I’m living for
 And i would end the poem by saying
 I love you infinity for ever more


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Bete noire, It, Not

My sense of humors mannered an approach,
That anyone that so likes can call a friend.
It isn’t a dream killer or a snatcher but helps push.
It isn’t a dream stealer or a watcher but makes meaning friends.

It’s a dream maker and not a breaker.
It’s an inspire and not a bore.
It’s a pixel that encompasses and projects.
It nurtures dreamers, pets and makes them erect.

Look through the mirror, you look, it’s it you’ll see.
It’s your spare, yes, that which you just saw.
It’s a soul that stays with you every now and then.
Wherever you go, whatever you do, whenever you like,
Whatever you like or dislike, whatever you eat and drink,
No wheres, it’s yet your wears for every night and day.
Bete noire, 'tis not.

23/1/2014.


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Warm to Touch

Warm the touch, gentle the breeze
Guiding the path on which we believe
Fortunes that encumber stand firm to tether

Consume my heart the flames that gather
Upward eyes stare at stars that surround
We blend to belong, hold back our disguise

Fold around endlessly entwined


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For Me

 I look beyond the night and day, and see how people pull away.
 I have the picture in my mind, and I see it to be kind.
 With all the troubles that come my way, I kneel down and pray.
 For all the people that have done me wrong, I keep my wits along.
 Because of this I see things blue, and I keep my ways true.
 It keeps me strong for all to see, who I am for real is me.
 Just to pull one day to another, to me is not a bother.
 So one thing I would like to say, I hope you accept me and be Okay.


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the POMPOUS fool

WE gratefully recognize your position of pride,
Of a song that is all but commercialized.
However we can not produce what we feel would abuse, 
the tradition of this great state in which we reside.

That being said, you'd be better off dead
than to find your poetry alive.
You can't be found with common sense that abounds, 
without a scholars degree to arrive.

Why it's absurd to believe, that you could receive,
A glorified authors account.
When you should be scrubbing dishes back east; 
in a shanty;  in some little hick town. 

You people that try to be more than you are,
are just asking for failure in your life.
You put on a show and give it a go,
 but fail miserably in each and every stride.

I don't care if it's good;  you can not succeed, 
you can not be more than scholars degree.
I am a master in the arts as well as the verse,
you can't be more;  than what I am worth.

I stood up and looked him straight in the eyes,
Said your so sad;  to think your my demise.
I have more heart than twenty of you, 
and I'll leave you with this you POMPOUS fool.

The greatest minds the world has ever known,
never finished school;
they did it on their own.


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SANITY

To limit one's intelligence,
only to gain level headedness.
to question one's pride,
only to hide what is unright.
N'sync with insanity,
time only borrowed by your intellect.
Mere hints of suggestions and gestures,
of your world that is not too sure.
lies to conceal the freak in you:
bounded by the seclusion and anger,
across a horizon of shame and guilt,
a crossroad of good and evil,
never turning back on my own thoughts,
trying not to loose myself on a loosing streak,
fear of ending up on a dead end road.
trying to convince myself:
I'm still headed straight to the right direction!


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Thinking Outloud

I'm stuck in a world where nothing seems right
Cold and miserable in strength but base is a fright 
Do not give up on hope, we can all resist and cope
With the responsibility of the well being 
You don't have to trust but just believe me
I needed support like this to free me 
Now I'm in disbelief of what has occurred
Look up at the sky and i see the birds
Gliding not realizing the beauty of the world
Beauty in disguise 
We see it everyday as we rise
All but none applies 
Complies to what we are putting to waste
Taken into consideration but never embraced
Looked upon but evaded like a hole in a street
Beauty all around confound
And we act like the 8th wonder hasn't been found
It's not coincidence that we exist
I will not stop to persist what has not been dismissed
Thinking out loud because I have vowed
Aimed for the rotating population 
Or maybe just my inner crowd


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Boiled Brains

So finally
Age's shadow throws its cast
Time for some to live the past
And yet I have this silly quirk
I'd feel much better back at work
So rather than stay home and snooze
I'm back at work
No time to lose
And with a staged real happy face
I join once more the working race
Ignoring others ripe with cash
Doing little with their stash
Their burned out wives no longer stay
With boring mates to waste their day
So maybe my new life's not bad
Better busy
Then just sad.
Use your brain
It must be fed
Just move ahead
Get out of bed
New challenges will keep you strong
Don't waste these days
That's just plain wrong


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The addiction

Addiction is a curse but not from god 
It plays role of havoc to the body 
And empties their wallets! 
It is a strong disease that no doctor or shrink can cure it 
With will power that goes weakend,and your mind goes out of control! 
Once your addicted to any vice your choices are very limited it becomes 

Between the day and night that inner ugly monster takes over 
Destroy that ability to respond or fight it 

It's possible to regain the control of the body thru mind and the soul 
And only a prescription is a strong conviction 
Addiction is just another curse that leaves you poor 

By Brian Otoole


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Candle wood Playhouse

I miss that old playhouse of brilliant plays 
And when I used to go see a show 
Vintage but very classy 
And I miss my uncle rod 
Who used to be when he was young 
The brilliant wardrobe man agent 
I miss him and this playhouse that is no longer 
They tore it down with no money to keep alive 
And all that is left from that old playhouse, 
That built my uncle Rodney is a picture of him 
Standing with his friends like Vivian Blaine bob Cummings and shelly winters 
All I'm left to cherish is their photos in a journal 
I hope my uncle see's in heaven 
Just how much he inspire me to write 
This is to inspire him 
With all my heart he and the playhouse 
Will always be remembered through time 
Blows a kiss to the night sky 
As I live to tell their stories 

By Brian Otoole


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Keeping Words

I don’t want to go to grave yard
For I had promised my beloved
To wait here until she comes up
Let me stay alone and shut up
For she does not like any crowd

I don’t want to be buried deep
For I have a promise to keep
That she needn’t search for me
I will never from her be flee
For she finds me to be proud

I don’t want to be burnt away
I must keep my words anyway
To be by her side if she needs
Let me lie aside by the reeds
Covered in the holy shroud


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Bouquet of Stars

I followed your voice…
I followed your voice…
With a bouquet of stars in hand
I followed your voice
I followed it with all of my heart
You approve of the gift,
I knew you’d understand

I followed His distinct voice…
It sounds so familiar
It’s very impressive and peculiar
Swarm around me
Swarm around me
Swarm around me, crowds that scream cheerfully 
Don’t make a sound…
Don’t make a sound…
Don’t make a single buzz, you buzzing bee

Don’t chase away our vibrant victory
You can share it with us…if you’d only listen to me
Listen to me
I won’t mind handing you a portion of ecstasy  
A portion of ecstasy 
A bouquet of stars 

Forget and forgive the past, making you feel like a dark shade

Are you feeling like the dark shade of gray?

You’re almost turning black,
Like a star losing its radiance 
White is the color you lack  
White is the color you need to lighten up 
White is the color you’re required to have
To be as optimistic as a baby, 
Experience life for the first time ever

I know you’ll always live in my heart forever 

In my heart forever
In my heart forever 
Like a bouquet of stars 
You’ll remain in my heart forever
In my heart forever
In my heart forever 
In your ruby heart, 
Your priceless emotions 
Change constantly like weather 

You’re a story that I’ve read 
When I lay comfortably on my somewhat neat bed
I’ve read you many, many times already

I’ve noticed a difference in you…

Please forgive me for being too carefree!

I’ll chase after you like a cat,
Trying to catch the rat
Trying to catch the rat…
But ends up falling head first on the soft mat
Trying to catch the rat…
Trying to catch the rat 
By the tail…but it later becomes a fail 

Our friendship will never decay or become stale

Like milk that gets left on the counter for days…
 
Have I ruined your self-esteem? 

If I did, I would throw all the blame on me and scream! 

Throw the blame on me
Throw the blame on me
I don’t care, you see?

I’ve been scattering everywhere like cheerios on the kitchen floor
Like pieces of a special, china cup on the kitchen floor

But, you piece me altogether

Like a bouquet of stars
Like completing a puzzle
Like healing a bunch of scars
Like solving a silly, difficult riddle

Don’t lose contact with me…
Don’t lose contact with me…
Don’t give up on me…
Find me in the fields of roses, growing wildly
There are plenty of them to pick from
Go ahead and take some home with you

Don’t look the other way or head back to the city
I don’t want to ruin our friendship anymore
Don’t make me feel self-pity
Don’t walk away from the problem – I want us both to soar
To soar with elegance and splendor 
I want to spend the rest of my life with you for sure

I want you to never lose faith in me

Never lose faith in me
Never lose faith in brighter days

Never stop perking up bouquet of stars
Rearrange them and make them look nicer
It must take effort and practice to make them look neater
Are you a professional florist? I’d give you 5-stars!

Never lose confidence in Him…
Or you’ll never receive such high praise

What about you give him this exquisite gift
I bet He’ll cherish your bouquet of stars 

I wish you the best of luck 
The best of luck
The best of luck 
In your future findings

Open up your heart to me 
Keep fighting the good fight

Fight until you discover delight,

You elevating, striking starlight


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im gone

Don’t know where I’m going but I’m not where I should be
I’m aware they judge me
Life isn’t as beautiful as they make out so I’m prepared for ugly
If I knew how to be scared I would be

But I had to grow myself
I’d tell the world to suck my, whoa that’s a bit below the belt
I’m not used to things going well
Won’t even ask people I know for help

If I don’t need you won’t be around
Not being mean I’m just putting my feet down
Doing it for myself, to make me proud
Tell Pixie Lott if her and her boyfriend break up I’ll be her rebound

At the age of 15 I was forced to see a therapist
I fancied her and I’m sure she was aware of it
Wearing low cut tops, and jeans with tares and rips
I stopped going and even thought my anger had me ready to explode like a terrorist

I could stay calm with no anger management
I’m comfortable I’m not [panicking
You want to know what’s really damaging.
Is young kids looking up to Kim Kardashian and Helen Flanagan

You should be worried if being like them is your daughter’s target
How can anyone want to be famous for being talentless?
Or maybe that’s what the real challenge is
And I’m just a depressed tortured artist

But if I could go back or make a swap deal
There’s nothing I’d hope to change or not feel
I like how being lost feels
Wow my insanity just got real

But I wouldn’t change for 10 million pounds worth of change
I’d go through the hurt and pain
I’ve had to endure
Have bullies curse my name and make me insecure

I’d date the same girls
Have the same flirts and flings
Wouldn’t change a thing
I’d live in the same world

Wouldn’t take back a single word I’ve said
I’d have the same thoughts
Sleep in the same self-made bed
Walk the same walk

I’d live the same painful life
Go back to where I came from
I’ve said all I need to say
I’m gone 


Details | Rhyme | |

Raise your voices

Raise your voices to the sky,
on eagles wings let it fly.
The same spirit that keeps us free,
will never be brought to its knees.
Let them know that freedom rings,
across the moutains and the valleys it sings.
That truth and peace will unite,
and help us to win the fight.
Raise your voices to the sky....

JSergi


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Mind Body Game

There's a movement down South,
where smoke comes creeping from beneath 
our feet.... emptying 
pockets which never had much
to begin with.

You can see what we've written-
our bathroom stalls read
'Do something for the hell of it... anything...'
The messages are clustered around depictions 
of stick-figures having gay intercourse.

Money, how unintentionally they lied to us,
saying it's a means to safety, to lead
us to a soft sweet grave under the willow. But we SEE
how it's our only way to chase that fire.
We're not afraid to burn, having lost
our religion in younger years and bigger numbers. 

Our concept of hell 
is only that it doesn't last... nothing is free
from the fade. Beauty's worth everything,
'til the presently mysterious fabric 
of time collapses, and all that was etched in stone
dissolves like smoke in the wind.


Details | Free verse | |

Stray

I have contemplated this fog,
only to step foot in a delusion.
Unknowingly, I walk through the halls
whilst bleeding a deep, merciless tar.

I cannot return to the previous room;
the fog makes me sightless.

My only option: to bleed this noble 
tar through my actions, anonymously,
as within a lost thought.
The thought, as a moth is to light.


Details | Free verse | |

Running

My new passion is running even though I am older and out of shape
It has begun to grow on me like a sweet vine
It was torture at first and I even talked myself out of the first two miles
Then on the third mile I was home free
The best part of running is giving myself continual pep talks
I pray, solve life’s problems, and try and locate all the cute dogs in my neighborhood
One day a stray dog came and ran a half mile beside me
I named this lil fellow Angel Dog and he has maintained that name for the last four years
Today as I was running I saw a double amputee on the bike path ahead of me
His gait was smooth and steady as though he were born with those artificial limbs
I began to feel my right knee ache and swell and then I glanced over at him
He inspired me beyond compare!
One day in his life would make me appreciate my swollen knee
For at least I have a knee
His were sawed off above that point
He was my hero and as I saw him effortlessly advance toward the main road
Then a new energy emerged in me and I began to dash home
Never looking back to where I had run from
He gave me wind in my wings
He made me forget my pain
He reminded me that this exercising was not in vain
It strengthened more than my legs and gave me stamina
It strengthened my resolve in myself to be a better me

Gwendolen Rix
8-16-14


Details | Sonnet | |

BETTER HALF

BETTER HALF

for Roger and Tessa 

I feel his presence as if he stood before me
My thoughts are tea-leaves only he can read
A brain scan shows I want him to adore me
While my heart shows for him my wanton need.

I trawl through the day, he could never bore me
I think of him even when I bleed
Heart of my heart, friend to never score me
Necklace of desire, bead after bead -

He knows my ways, how to love and shore me;
His speech shows me where and how to lead;
He never hurts, his will would never core me,
Or leave me hungry where I want to feed:

At times we see ourselves, strange and rude -
Clasp each other, beautiful and nude.

(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)


Details | Rhyme | |

Broken Wings

  It’s like I was a miniature bird born to fly in significant winds instead
I stood quietly on earth, lost my mirth, and didn’t know where to begin.
    
   My hesitation was physical frustration from all the brokenness and 
sadness engraved deep from within…
    
   My love of life became the longevity of a fight that I had to eventually 
win. With powerful determination lead to resilience over damnation that 
was lingering over me all this time…
    
   Healing dawned brightly on the horizon like a new day, as I began to 
slowly eliminate obstacles that obstructed the way.
    
   Coming face to face with the situation and circumstances I could never 
change, gave me the gift of recognition and self acceptance that not all 
disadvantages are lame.
     
   Even though I know I will never be completely whole I will depart 
anyway and fly with my entire heart and soul.
     
   My destination surpasses earthly things and as I aim high towards heaven
everyday I get closer and closer
                                               ….Even with Broken Wings


Details | Verse | |

Lead me like a king

Take a chance with my heart
Give me a chance to hold you
Let me hold you with these holy hands
Take a chance to love me from within
Give me a chance to show you love
Let my feelings walk beside you
Let my feelings moves you to ecstasy 
Take a chance on me with your emotions
Make my life the elution of unforeseen desires
Wake me up like an infant longing for a sweet touch
Take a chance to walk with me in the fields of hardship
Make me the king of your palace


Details | Crystalline | |

Frozen in Crystalline

The frozen dreamy bridge waits here

better tomorrow is coming near.

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


Details | Rhyme | |

Making A Change

Colour fill reality,
Value Equality,
Take reasonability,
Praise others with impassion,
Don't worry about impression,
although you do take it into consideration.

This world wouldn't be the same,
Without your name.
Anyone can make a change,
You can as well.
Maybe not as a single individual
but as a Group or just a dual.
No Need to be defined as normal.
Remember :Team work is essential.

Create a interface, on this surface,
Keep on a happy facial expression fixed 
Not by force but by own want. 
Don't be afraid to smile to a different race.

Think with inference,
Don't stop perseverance,
Strongly stick to your 
Personal circumference, 
Choose your own preference.
Always confidently pronounce,
To evoke positive representance.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Was Here

People come and go

As the days roll

But I will be here a little longer

And I’ll be to the upcoming generations;

a father figure

After years of wrong decisions

Today shall I rise up

After years of hiding behind self doubt

Let my well wishers know I shall show up

On an eagle shall I mount

Next stop?

Heading straight to the top

Tell history makers I’ll be there

Till then,

The world will know that I was here


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ability

The greatest smile in the frozen world,
The victim has been chosen,
To fight, and to stand with head up high,
Heart full of gold,
Tears are dried,
Accomplishments under control,
Body prepared to jump,
Very aware of the holes and bumps,
Slowly rising up to the challenges that will be faced,
I will go beyond,
No more being misplaced,
Actions will be shown,
Will not even be alone,
I will smile again,
It's just now time to begin.


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En-Courage-Ment

A three dimensional word
mean so very much
for we all need it
as we love its vital touch

Firstly we have an en
both by self are a letter
but when put together
do sound so much better

When we think of courage
we think of battles and war
but it means so much more
for so many things its needed for

It’s a descriptive word
this reaches its final part
showing what is meant
to speak it from our heart

poetgord@2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Worth the Fight

I am worth the fight
For I can see victory clearly in sight. 

I am worth the fight,
For it takes hard work to make the future bright.

I am worth the fight,
For I will not be defined by losses or plight.

I am worth the fight,
For those who discounted me are simply not right.

I am worth the fight,
For life’s turbulent winds only inspire my flight.

I am worth the fight,
For my light that’s within repels the night.

I am worth the fight,
For when I get knocked down, I rise to new heights.

I am worth the fight,
For in the end, I trust in hope’s might. 


Details | Ballad | |

POETRY

Inspired by nature, divine art
Light feathered, no care who listens
Pleasant sight, in chorus they whistle
Early by my window they visit
With voice so tender, inspires me

No words but tune so polished
With inspiration I keep off guitar
Calm on stage I speak my heart
Simple rhythm for words to flow
With voice so tender, say it more

I could rock, pop and boogie
But need to send the message across
Lest you query the loud piano
Word by word I speak for my people
With voice so real, they too said it

Its beautiful, like evening ocean water
Calm that the heavens too borrow share
Words sweetly rhymed no sweat to cut
Smile after smile, the crowd gets the message
With voice so clear, it all gets said

Its all in poetry where wonders amuse more
Eagles leave the skies, fishes float on sea
Park goes quiet, no beeps no horns
Like national anthem to a countryman
With voice so sweet, they give ear to

Stare at nature, it writes back the lines
No head scratching, the flow overwhelms
Don’t force it, its natural gift given freely
On stage crowd awaiting the next line
With voice so natural, I give the poem


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Writ of the Wistful

Do not shy away from the pensive mind,
for in its depths some peace you may finally find;
don't be afraid of the soul filled with thoughts,
rumination one of the few cures for the heart's toughest knots.

Sometimes one must just sit, and let themselves . . feel
what's coursing through them, what's going on, what's real;
situational awareness is never enough for what's inside –
pay attention to the self, if you ever wish to turn the tide.

One must let the strains of thoughts run wild,
to the fields of pain where your woes lay piled;
on these expeditions of the spirit, to put them to rest,
one may find with tranquility they suddenly are blessed.

Let the heart your mind's eye fill,
with what now means, what's come before, and what will;
with the images of your true self - the memories of yesterday,
events of today, and projections of tomorrow; with your way.

Do all this, that has been writ,
and so may your path be lit.
There is no promise, in this, of calm, of peace,
but you'll forever know true emotion - life's sweet release.


Details | Free verse | |

The Other Language


There are words that avoid the paper,
That hides from the pen,
That detest the ink,
That cannot be typed down,
That I cannot grasp

That is my heart,
That speaks without letters,
That still comes to life,
That articulates when let so,
With the language it invented,
With a vocabulary that is pumped through my blood.


© Gry W Christensen


Details | Couplet | |

Be

As I sit quietly on my bed,
The voices still swirl in my head,
What they are saying, 
Keeps replaying,
No matter how hard I try,
 They just wont die,
My destiny is calling,
Time out, no more over hauling,
My ancestors are telling me,
Go forward and Be!


Details | I do not know? | |

He IS Coming, I Hear His Voice

Dreams, like Jesus' parables having hidden meanings, 
In all kinds of circumstances can bring understanding. 
With prayer, having faith, and with Spirit instructing, 
Wisdom and understanding can be peace restoring. 

Like a child, promised a gift and trusting, I'm waiting, 
Dreams are evidence of His pure love, in 'light' giving. 
But if by that strange way, His word He is declaring. 
I will not be doubting: He does not delay His coming. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Open All Closed Doors

Where is inspiration found to make your life worth living?
Waking up, the starting line, a race that is not giving...  

The twinkle found in lucid eyes, a smile of innocence too,
A gesture, a wink, a tone or tune, even a thought may do...

Many try to medicate with options big or small,
And through the cracks they lose their hearts, waiting for the call.

Daily grind or pounding salt, insulting injury,
Too many times we fill our lives with others inquiries.

So put away the thoughtless life of humdrum days of lore,
Find that sparkle, twinkle, wink, and open all closed doors...


Details | Rhyme | |

FLAMING HEART

Flaming Heart

If you would take a second
And try to just slow down,
Listen to people talk
And do not make a sound.
One too many times
Your heart has been broken,
Leaving you so hurt 
And with a mound of emotions.
I know your soul is torn
And I know you may be scared,
But we have all fought battles,
When we were the least bit prepared.
You know you try to hide
Your hurt and your pain,
Covering your wounds
So you never have to explain.
We always will have battles
God gives us lots of tests,
Don't you see that this is one.. To see how much you're blessed?
Take the time right now
To open your eyes and ears,
I am here to help you
And to bury all your fears.
Ever since day one
I have always cared,
Try to let one love you..with whom your stories you have shared.
I am your biggest fan
That, you already know,
Open up to love...
And allow your heart to grow.



Details | Couplet | |

Eyvind Skaldaspiller -destroyer of poets

Skaldaspillar arise you are only wounded, not slain in battle                                                                                                                 No raven feast today, so laugh, yell at the Valkyrie skedaddle                                                                                         You are better than they, for blues come and go, but write your ode                                                                                                                                 You will conquer your foes, so rejoice, as they vanish into the starry cold                                                                                                                                 Choose joy, joy again Skaldaspillar, the poetic voice within smile and write                                                             Lifted by the free spirit of the ancient flame, then destroyer of poets, fight                                                                        Raise your pen of war, let the ink fly, spatter the paper door                                                                                                     valiantly standing, until all your enemies are no more


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Perfidy

Perfidy

A hollow laugh reverberates
Through the empty chambers
Of a lonely heart

Love's labours lost.
Stolen. Thrown away.
The echo continues.....

To penetrate through
To the very soul
And render it bare

Yet still. Yet still
The tears of sadness, joy and fear
Roll down the cheeks
Of the harlequin
Standing stolidly on the courtroom floor.

Providing those all around
With profound, meaningless pathos;
Mirth and enlightened insight
To this conjurer of fools.

Yet what do they know?
Only those who have heard the echo.
Scrambled aimlessly
In the unforgiving void

(Caused by themselves
Or someone else...
Does it truly, really matter???)

Only those who've been there
And watched their world torn asunder
Will appreciate the jester's plight

A hollow laugh reverberates
Through the empty chambers
Of a million broken hearts.

Clowns and kings and courtiers
Bow lowly to your show
For those who will never understand
There's no need to let them know. 

So let them watch and be there
Play kindly to them all
But despite the whispers, taunts and gibes
Never falter, fail or fall

Stand proud, alert and happy
Use those echoes as your tools
To use when in the public "court"
Allow the fool to fool the fools.


Details | Free verse | |

Will You Still Love Me Part 2

will you still love me when my words run out 
when my metaphors don't fall into place
when i sleep covered in ink marks upon
crumpled paper because all meaning is lost? 
will you hold me tight 
in your arms to help
me get inspired? 
will you kiss my lips 
and transfer thoughts 
into my mind?


Details | Free verse | |

A Bum's Blues

Street walking all day,
same clothes all winter,
people look in disgust,
they think you are temperamental,
why so judgmental?
the American way,
nose high in the air,
forgetting you were broke the other day,
homeless beg and plea,
spare change please,
as we walk by and laugh,
tossing our new car keys..

once upon a time,
it was a different story,
that bum,
was a doctor,
gained much respect and glory,
his story,
can revert to your story,
he gave all of his glory,
to his material inventory,
he soon felt he was invincible in every way,
so he began doing drugs everyday,
hookers came every way,
blowing money everyday,
he blew his life away,
soon the wife walked away,
that's how he became that bum today,
never judge,
you may have to overcome,
but if you can't,
Soon you may be that bum..


Details | Senryu | |

Dreamers

Reaching for the stars
But falling to rock bottom
Just to try again


Details | Free verse | |

Australian Ancient Depths Of Time

            Australian Ancient Depths Of Time

Under deserts rusting tides of red
Mountains once collapsed themselves into the clay
Became flat lands stilted while sun hung ornate on the humble quiet
Beauty remained unobserved, unobstructed, ageless
At this point in time my team and I, consisting of two guides
Walked gently along soft earth near a simple gorge
Mules and archaeological tools fell through to darkness  
Deep in the hole one man tumbled, crippled, died
The mules too met an ugly fate as well
My other man and I survived
Crawled for hours through a narrow passage in the underworld
In the labyrinth of black, accompanied by barely breathable air
Fear and hunger took hold
Our mental faculties began to fail
With no way out, we struggled on
By quirk or chance we happened on an open chamber
To stand, to glance, to reconnoiter an unknown civilization
Covered by time, embraced by centuries safe keeping 
Thick vases found in sandy walls housed oils
I had matches and some rope to light our way at last
Other vases filled with beans and herbs unearthed by us
Treasures to save us from starvation!
Olive oils tasted nasty, black beans were worse
But Australia’s hidden depths were fascinating finds
We tied ropes around our new supplies, dragged them behind
The maze, the cave, gave us many bones and pottery for exploration
We hope the ancients will forgive us for eating all their food
I think they no longer need it in the tomb

     8/28/14 Contest - poem you have not entered in a past contest # 11 



 


Details | Free verse | |

Mountain of Glory

Down among assemblage of 
the common
I gaze up to the peak of the 
Mountain of Glory
It pierced into the heaven 
and
embraced its purity
Many who lacked the 
determination have failed to 
touch it
Will I be able to achieve the 
crown?
These doubts charred the 
courage of my soul
But then a voice within the 
depth called out
‘We may rise and fall, but 
then we get an opportunity.
An opportunity to get up and
continue our journey.'
With these thoughts 
orbiting around my mind
I initiated my journey from 
the bottom
The mountains resisted me 
for I was a stranger to them
It started raining and I was 
wet yet I continued.
Then there was the blizzard 
and I was cold
I was frozen like a soulless 
entity yet I continued.
Frustrated for having failed 
to
eradicate me
The mountains unleashed a 
shower of boulders
Alas! My left leg got crushed 
under the weight of a 
merciless boulder
I was crying alone on the 
mountain terrain
Nobody replied back to my 
cries except for my echoes
My blood-bathed leg turned 
cold and lifeless
I took off my shirt and tied it 
around my leg to stop the 
bleeding
I then, continued supporting 
my entire body upon my 
right leg
Limping and leaving behind 
ruby droplets I climbed
Upon climbing the last 
elevation! Oh! I reached the 
peak!
Gentle zephyrs of the heaven
welcomed and cheered me!
The Sun glowed brightly to
acknowledge my glory!
My name was written among 
the names of the immortals!
While the birds sang ‘Ye 
have
conquered the Mountain of 
Glory! '


Details | Triolet | |

God in Storms

I saw the Lord trampling my fears    
And found His strength in my weakness.  
As cruel waves tossed me about,  
I saw the Lord.  Trampling my fears -  
He showed His might; erased doubt   
On His presence.  In the storms' darkness,
I saw the Lord trampling my fears; 
And found His strength in my weakness.  



8/10/14
**Inspiration from the Gospel today


Details | Senryu | |

Inspiration


soft whispers drool
beyond a collage of thoughts
away from mind’s noise

images take shape
from palette of night’s musings
inspiration blooms



Positive Poem Contest
For Elly Waterouse


Details | Free verse | |

Foes and Friends Alike

Pour out your thoughts
Catch the rhythm and syllables
Construct it into a meter
Remember life is a metaphor
For understanding death
In the cold hard spaces
Between the sheets of tangled webs
Pick a moment
Trash your idols
Don't let their success
Pave your failure's road
Take the seconds
And remember old virtues
Tear them in half
And feed it back to those that told you
Burn the path cut by others
Pointing and telling you where to go
Drown them in the underbrush
With resentment,
And callous caustic contempt contemplating
The end result
Results forging a new independence
Carved off the faces of foes and friends alike
Anchors weighing the daily dose of doubt
Must be cut off to sink to the deep
Trapped in the crushing pressure
As they watch you swim from below
Head to the unknown shore
With the bodies and demands in the flotsam
Feel the fresh sunset
And weather the night


Details | Rhyme | |

The Little Marigold

Today I passed a marigold,
waltzing in the wind.
As sparkling silver sunbeams,
flashed it a million grins.

Returning an hour later,
my heart cried out in hurt.
The trampled fragile marigold,
lay crushed in the dirt!

No more would the little marigold,
bend and blow in the breeze,
feel sunbeams on its face,
or converse with meadow bees.

But next day the sun was shining,
as I walked that way again.
And there stood the little marigold,
waltzing in the wind!

Now if this world crushes you,
beneath its powerful feet,
remember the little marigold,
and never accept defeat.


Details | Free verse | |

Stranded Words

nothing came to me today
not a word
not a scent
nothing new or exotic
nothing old or worn

no lonely lingering feeling
flooding over the paper
no sad tormented wave
washing up letters
nor the nervous restless tide
threatening to make my pen flow over
nor a hopeless floundering metaphor
for me to save.


© Gry W Christensen


Details | Free verse | |

dont cry over a broken heart

Why cry over a broken heart?
It’ll be fixed again
You can heal the broken parts
Move on that person won’t be missed again
They weren’t worthy if they’re trying to make you fix or change
Don’t be afraid to show the scars
One life to live, you won’t get the chance to live again
Yeah I know it’s hard
But the strongest people did the same
Some people are forced to grow apart
But it’s just a story in your battle to survive
Face your obstacles there’s no need to hide
You can survive all that comes your way
Even though it feels easier to runaway
Your past will catch up tom you, quicker than you thought
Stand up tall, don’t be afraid to fall short
Crying doesn’t make you weak
But there’s no point in crying over stuff you can overcome and beat
Some girls are worth fighting for
No nice body is worth crying for
If your girl isn’t happy you should be trying more 
Tell the truth, what are you lying for?
Live your life in any way you see fit
There’s no such thing as a secret
Negativity in your life you don’t need it
And if you’re negative then I don’t need you
I’m happy enough being me, why would I want to be you
Life gave me plenty to cry about
But I’d rather laugh it off and see it out 


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Conversational Eyes

Conversational Eyes With a face leathered from the sun Eyes telling a story caught my curiosity The mystery in them drove me to ask him I sat beside him as he Spoke with verbosity Opening my mouth To speak, He said “Got something to Ask me girly?” Speak! Rattled I said your Keyes cut into my tart I am a babbling fool Sitting by on this seat May I start over? Sure, He said as he laughed Your eyes cut deep into my Heart they are wise eyes What do you see in my Old eyes He Asked. You were a lighthouse For others upon the sea Yet I see sorrow for what You have not achieved Regretting you never Married is what I see Your eyes shine with Softness, he smiled at me It is never too late to find A wife at any age, with Loving eyes he turned saying” " Today you, I was glad to meet” Eyes are the Windows of the Soul Carole Cookie Arnold


Details | I do not know? | |

Muse

Where has my inspiration gone?
My mistress muse
the tempting siren.
Have you fled from me,
You, who once so easily 
danced across my mind?
Or have you been taken
by the grasping hand of age?


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Soldiers of Valor

SOLDIERS OF VALOR

Soldiers of Valor, warriors are we,
Defending our country, protecting all thee.

Soldiers of Valor, warriors are we,
Defending our country, protecting all thee.

Fear no barrier, kept at bay,
Courage, in us, is here to stay.

For, the honor to serve is truly beyond all,
And not defined by rise or fall,

Soldiers of Valor, warriors are we,
Defending our country, protecting all thee.

The loss of companions is for us to bear,
But touching to see the nation’s share,

Battle, war, bloodshed we pass,
Greif, glory, emotion we amass,

Hope and despair, pendulum like,
Oscillating like a naughty tyke,

Soldiers of Valor, warriors are we,
Defending our country, protecting all thee.

To make our people happy, to make our country proud,
We would even make it to the shroud,

For in the safety of our country, lies our peace,
And to get it to them, never will our efforts cease,

And each day we pray to God above,
To shower us with mercy and love,

Soldiers Of Valor, warriors are we,
Defending our country, protecting all thee.