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Details | Pantoum | |

Wayward Child

Ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide
grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left.
In cold or torrid waves, spent passions now abide
for you have left me, long ago, I'm now, alone bereft.

Grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left:
beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide;
for you have left me, long ago, I'm now alone, bereft.
I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside.

Beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide,
we conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. 
I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside,
as the waves of age and ages, return only grief.

We conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. 
In cold or torrid waves, spent passion now abides,
as the waves of age and ages, return only grief,
ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide.




Details | Epigram | |

FEELINGS

FEELINGS


Feelings,
Masters of my destiny
Lords of my life
Strength of my dreams
Instigators of my actions

Burning fire you are 
Consuming my whole 
Being:
My heart
My mind 
My soul
My spirit,  
As you relentlessly
Demand: 
To be conceived
To be formulated 
To be understood
To be expressed!

A Herculean task it is,
I swear, 
Such an enterprise,
For how one could ever
Constrain, you, the unconstrained 
And mold you into:
Phonemes
Syllables
Words
Phrases
Sentences 
And still retain 
Your explosive 
Dynamism?
 
No language exists,
So vast
So deep
So accurate
So supple 
As to pay justice,
To your intensity
To your desire
To your beauty
To your love!

Thus, having no
Alternative, 
I turn to the only language
There is,
The one that the 
Cosmos speaks,
And
The universe alone
Comprehends:
The language of 
Harmony,
That we humans 
POETRY name
BUT 
Even then 
To describe you
I AM UNABLE!



©Demetrios Trifiatis
   28 January 2013

 


Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

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


Details | 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 | Free verse | |

My Left Breast

strange it was there just the other day 
hanging about as usual, 
reminding me in my mirrored image 
of my definite femininity 
now gone, am I less of a woman? 
will you look at me differently, 
or strangely as I do myself? 

I never really gave it much thought before 
of how things come in pairs 
how lonely one would be without the other 
how misshaped one appears, 
no longer jutting forward, 
proclaiming sensuality 
thrusting into the limelight, 

now scars and a flattened ego, 
fill my robe, bras useless without stuffing 
men, look at me in horror, 
women in shock and pity 
and with gratitude, yes that it is not them 
my left breast is missing 
no not missing, taken, stolen...

it was just a lump a few weeks ago 
a tiny pea shaped knob, 
that hid its cancerous intentions
so very well, yet lay in silence waiting 
to steal away that part of me
that defined who I was 
what purpose I served in society 

am I still a woman, a sexual being? 
I'm not sure, my right breast thinks so 
but yearns for its mate, 
the image in the mirror just doesn't seem right 
unequal in its proportions, glaringly lopsided
my left breast is gone, surgically removed  
I can still hear its scream


Details | Rhyme | |

The man who speaks the truth

The man who tells the truth

There’s something about those fearful folk
There’s many of them too
They hate hassles of any kind
When another says what’s true
They cringe, and hide behind the door
Cause maybe he is right
And if there knowledge gets tested
It gives them no delight

If someone should question them
On beliefs and all that stuff
Even though the words are wise
The truth becomes too tough
They have to have their Teddy bears
To protect them from the night
And when somebody differs from them
It gives them quite a fright

Though the truth might lose him friends
He knows one thing for sure
He’s spoken from intelligence
He’s looked into the core
And because he never follows
{Self-reliance is his way}
He always will respect himself
In all he’ll do and say.

11 October 2014.


Details | Ballade | |

Being you

Being you

Accept yourself
That’s all that I can say
Let your inner voice tell you
The way to live your day
Do not be hard upon yourself
That never did no good
Just be happy, never worry
It’s foolish that one should.

Love yourself
Cause you’re a ‘one off’ too
No one else can play your part
Nobody can be you
It’s a lovely world we live in
Let it seep into your soul
Then when you feel at one with life
Twill get you feeling whole.

Most people call me crazy
But I love being me
I do not care what others think
I only like to be
To be this way, it is my right
A gift sent down by fate
I’m so I’m happy being me
Each day to me is great.

14 August 2013 @ 1410hrs.



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 | Free verse | |

It Can't Be Real

A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday

That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing

There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt 
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out

Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real

Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice

It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face


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 | Dramatic monologue | |

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

List of things to do before

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Love in Episodes

Such explosions of love ecstatic
from fumbling youths and naive romantics.
In wedded bliss when passions flowed
two people alone in honeymoon glow
Flammable pleasure, ignitable moments to treasure,
we did love, we did fight, You and I.

Like awaited episodes of a reality show,
responsibilities began to gnaw as they grow.
The candle of love flickered with breath abated
claiming its due from fires deflated.
Though loving was tender still quick to temper
we did love, we did fight, You and I.

The children gone and the house deserted
alone again with our quality time protected.
A simple touch, a gentle nudge then smiling,
at such an age one mistake saw patience flying.
Eyes bleary, hard or hearing but recalling clearly,
we did love, we did fight, You and I.

The rocking chair now sways to silent music
only in the eyes can one realise, such beauty.
Smoldering fires of love and reined in emotions,
memorising every tryst with pledges of devotions.
Blessed with so much given and oceans of raw passion
in abundance we lived as God promised, His love unrationed.
still we hated, we had to fight, but we did love You and I.


Details | Couplet | |

The WIDOW'S DAY

THE WIDOW'S DAY


He’d been dead for forty years
But she carried on each day
Got up at eight and dressed
Ate luncheon on a tray

No bride was kissed as well
No groom felt more complete
And one year was their gift
When Fate served them defeat

She should have followed him
But life grabbed her instead
Who is to say what’s better
The living or the dead

Each day as sun drew low
She tossed a glass of wine
Lolled on the white porch swing
And took a dip through time
His shadow found her then
She touched his rugged face
It emphasized the fact
No one would take his place

And though she craved wild nights--
Cold loneliness was cruel--
she lived her life alone
becoming no man's fool.

Victoria Anderson-Throop
12/30/12  ©


Details | Free verse | |

Amuse

Amuse... In a world of splendor, I want to share thoughts.
To capture others with a creative voice
To embrace emotions as a writing tool
To ruminate another’s introspection

I am just a muse.
I want to be your best friend.
I want to enable you to write again.

Within the universe, are beautiful landscapes to provide stories to contemplate.
Why not ponder romantically and write about the love you found in Greece.
Be your reason to fulfill your dreams.
I am just a muse.
Think please.

The multitude 
In famine
Poverty stricken
Economic disparity
Just topics to theme

I am just a muse meditating ideas.

~Be My Reason Free Poetry Contest Entry~
~Entry Date: March 06, 2014~
~Motif: Muse~


Details | Rhyme | |

Forgotten Memories

Forgotten Memories

seconds, minutes, hours and days
these pass to most in uneventful ways
s'o's' is a common phrase
yet to some times pass in torment and haze

a sound, a smell, a sight we glean
can nudge the mind to places more mean
places and times long ago pushed away
visit the mind with a will to stay

we know it is troubling and a not wanted visit
but the taste is bitter or sweet, which is it
some say be strong and pass it away
once the claws are set they want to stay

deep in the mind the battle is fierce
your heart, your soul, the claws will pierce
seconds are minutes, minutes are hours
hours are days as life darkens and sours
                         
not battles rage or depth of sea
no limits set for him or me
for circumstances vary of tragedy and pain
no one can limit  loss and gain
                                  
we must reach inside and pull ourselves free
not to live as him but to live as me


Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
10/30/14



Details | Free verse | |

My Soul

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I am a double agent
Your best weapon but worst enemy
I am a window of understanding
The phenomenon o fan unexplained mystery
I am the muse of inspiration
And the saint of self-expression
I am the puzzle of your riddles
And the key to your dreams
I am a controversial image within your shadow
A moment within your thoughts, which is not 
Without meaning

I am a wish cursing myself
Willing myself away from being
I am a poisoned love spell
And a book you never stop reading
I am a murderous hunter
With all the good intentions
I am a victim of coincidence 
And unanswered questions
I am a sexual desire
Desired and loving oneself
I am the light in your darkness
And the darkness of the next light
I am the conventions of society 
Writing its next life


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

SO blind

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


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 | Free verse | |

Camouflage

They tell me to express myself with words so foreign that I question myself.

Verbatim. Diction. Syllabic expression.

Please explain to me, a kid from the projects, what the hell you talkin about?

Cuz where I'm from you spit rhymes like bullets.

Lock and load.

Don't wait for a reaction.

Ready, Set, Go!

Crime is our muse, drugs are our fuel.

You can judge from a distance but remember.

We don't affiliate with none of yo crew, talkin bout red, white, and blue.

I consider myself patriotic to my youth.

But if I dare break down these walls myself....

You will see that I am an exquisite young lady hidden underneath "white trash."

I call it camouflage.

Don't you see?

I can explain to you the differences between an Italian and an English Sonnet.

Describe the meter of a Langston Hughes piece, or even write a couplet myself.

But those things won't teach you how to survive.

No.

Not around here.

So I'll act illiterate, and act like I don't give a shit.

Just to prove a point.

But in the back of my mind I'll be counting rhyme to make sure that words come out in time.

All the while I'll delude my real self till I am no longer in the presence of fools.

I'll hide behind the green bushes and tumbleweeds that are my second self.

And put my dictionary back on the shelf.

Because unfortunately to be real means to be ignorant, and to be intelligent means to be indignant.


Details | Free verse | |

LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


Details | Acrostic | |

Smile

Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life


Details | Rhyme | |

POETRY DIVA COMPLETE

POETRY DIVA COMPLETE!

A Diva flows.
              Austere and tall
                             Strong and powerful
                                            Not a versifier to deny
                                                                      True to form with her rhyme!
      A Diva flows.
              Austere and tall, when I walk...
                            Strong and powerful, when I talk...
                                          Not a versifier to deny!
                                                    I am true to form with my rhyme.
____________________________________________________________|
Sponsor:	Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name:	any poem # 20 


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 | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | Concrete | |

POINTING FINGERS

You are one of the reasons
Why they inflate their quote
If you had seized the seasons
Good men could have had your vote


You are one of the reasons
Why our sweet land has gone sour in waste
Here is one of your multiple treasons
You aid corruption just to suit your taste


You are one of the reasons we wedge weighty wrath
Bombs daily detonate like fickle fireworks far north
You decided to do nothing but shut your mouth
So they took our weary sail south

You are one of the reasons the land is inflicted with rape
Overflowing in abundance yet you mong like a greedy ape
Alas our land is grey and old but not due
And it hurts me to know that I am also you.


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Purpose of the Rainbow


There’s many people who claim they’ve nothing to “hide!”
They tend to use the rainbow
 as a source of their “pride.”

But if you read in the book of Genesis, it is revealing.
God’s purpose of the rainbow had a different meaning!

The rainbow was there when much
 of mankind disappeared!
There was a promise of God that was so very clear.

He promised to never again destroy man with a flood.
This was his promise...  An extension of his love!

It was never intended as his approval for perversion!
Mankind still needs a Jesus filled holy conversion!

The colors of the rainbow can’t wash away sin’s dark stain!
This can only happen by the
 power of Jesus’ name!

The colors are beautiful…  But man’s heart is filled with deceit!
Without the soul cleansing power of Jesus… 
 We’re never complete!

No court decision can give the freedom that many desire!
Only the power of the cross can
 change you this very hour!

The only way to find equality with God, is through the cross!
Without his words of truth…
We are forever LOST!

Look past the colors of the rainbow!  Seek the power of the blood!
Then you too, can be changed from
 God’s power from above!

By Jim Pemberton   


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 | 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 | Light Poetry | |

Self Portrait

Twisted
Grotesque
Fate and pain embracing 
Going for a stroll inside my head
My mind lurks in the darkness of insanity
My veins are rivers, flooding my deliberations
On my knees I confess as I thrust the knife yet deeper
Overflowing red raindrops falling
My eyes sunken
Screams .... va-te'n va-te'n tite ange
My heart rendered useless
Glass shatters all around
As the walls close in
I long for the swamp
Hidden away from humanity
I carry a heavy burden wrapped in chains
As I look into myself
I strangle him
Falling upon tainted soil
I lie twisted


Notes: va-te'n va-te'n tite ange is Cajun French, meaning " go away, go away little angel"


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

TEENAGE JOURNAL

TEENAGE JOURNAL I am not coping very well and yet I feel accomplished, complete A good defence mechanism- a new place to visit Although dark and lonely—I escape without company Nobody knows about it… yet Maintenance is time consuming All other aspects of life ignored Easy to disembark and land Return journey difficult….costly Balloons come to mind—resembling individuals, floating… Side by side—occasionally they collide gently Breezes pick up—collisions get stronger, bump and bang My balloon—water filled, packed and crammed Lies heavily on the ground Others may lie there too Waterlogged they collide harshly Spilling their contents on the barely durable and lone The sun comes out – broken bits dry, revealed…. exposed Ignored, no soul concerned-- to sweep up the mess they made


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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

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ERADICATING POVERTY, LLC Verlena’s destiny calls for a perfected cause. In aura of amazing grace via a walk of faith, is her voice. At the Tombs of Saints, she proclaims her life and choice. She will not be suppress. She will uplift her existence to what is best, that which is rightful. During colonial time, the thinking of man, in this part of the world, was based on intelligence. He defined the structure for equality yet, enslavement. He emancipated yet, civil entrapment. He became mobile, nevertheless, systematic discrimination formed. And, as all of this was taking place, founding fathers were manifesting destiny. The lens of the future is today. Hasten through transgression Verlena is anointed to be wise. The knowledge endowed has awarded her insight to the Social Sciences. She is the founder of a New School of Thought – The School of Social Theology. Therefore, I am Social Theorem of today. A Social Scientist generalization, which evolved from the acumen of history titivated. Insofar, Verlena S. Walker will henceforward to remove the troubles of the world. Therein, a socio-political socio-religious structure has formed. |_________________________________________________________________| Penned on November 4, 2014!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Half Alive

I woke up inside a whiskey bottle 
Not sure if I drowned in booze or lost hopes
In the dawn I rose from the darkness of hell
Another chance, another dead end

The devil tempts me with my sins
Tells me always I can win
If only I fall back into the arms
Of the mistress of past sins

I stared
Into the mirror of hope
What I saw
Was hopeless

So I fell back asunder in a bottle
Not sure if I drowned in sorrow
Woke up on a road to nowhere
Walked back to half a life

My smiles are all the wrapping
For a package of withered sorrows
Scared by cruel winds over the passing of years
Torn right through the heart

One more time
I walk into the past
Hoping to see some sign
Could my path be other than divined?

The eyes in the dark seek me out
They see the cold inside my heart
Half lies live within
The haunted house of my soul


Details | Sestina | |

Lifes Rotations

Universes of time, aged stars;
Silent and bright, how they swirl.
Each one lights its own corner of the heavens;
each stands as one body;
serving the universe, alone.
They all reach great heights.

There are no fears here of heights;
no phobias among these stars;
despite them having to stand alone.
Round and round they swirl;
each centrifugal body,
swirling in the heavens.

When people look at the heavens;
they look to great heights;
and peruse those wondrous bodies.
They stare and dream, beneath the stars;
watching them blink and swirl;
each doing their job together, yet alone.

The state of being alone, 
up there, in the heavens;
in a constant state of, swirling;
can steer them to those, limitless heights.
Like people, they are travelers, those stars;
little gypsy’s in cosmic light bodies.

With no limbs to impede their bodies;
they travel to other universes, alone.
Each life has its own journey, even a star; 
as it travels through the heavens; 
it achieves, greater and greater heights;
never looking back, as it swirls.

Like stars, the human mind, with dreams…swirls;
within the mortal body;
Until it too, achieves great heights;
and doing this, very much alone.

Man dreams of rising to heaven; 
just like the gypsy stars.

In the end, like dwarfed stars; the human mind will cease its swirl.
In the heights of heaven, there is no mortal body.
No soul is alone, yet without any spin, it achieves those new heights.


Details | Concrete | |

HABIT

I'm often repeated and hardly defeated

Could be good, bad or ugly

it all depends on what you make of me

I run a full course when fully encrypted

I am Habit

 

I can make you soar sky high

As well as fuel your eyes to cry

Can lead you to great profit

or lay you down underneath

Its still me Habit

 

A friend to both the achiever and mediocre

The very small stream that makes a river

What's your flavour? I make and mar

Can keep you redundant or take you far

 

Call me Habit

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

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


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

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

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

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

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

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

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

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


Details | Lyric | |

Lacerated Wings

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

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

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

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


Details | Couplet | |

What Do I Know About Being German

Born American, sixth generation of great-grands all German,
not much liking sausage or sauerkraut, English speaking all the way,

except the Germany of my ancestry was fought over and broken
so I’m a bit of France, Germany, Poland, Hungary all the Holy

Roman empire, dissolved down, fought over, egotized, horrified 
and remade Into some new state where English is as common as German.

We share a love of flowers in the face of cold and rain, I drink less beer
and wine, meet up somewhere, anywhere around the world on a beach.

From my parents and grandparents, I know to serve up too much food
seven sweets, seven sours and drink and whirl the night away to a band.

Hardworking sorts, unafraid of a little dirt, loving dirt, the turnover
and young sprout brought to fruit, wearing overalls and then washing up.

To sit before a pressed linen table cloth, served up on the finest china,
the cha in my father’s name, the uff da, and other exclamations.

The morning rosaries, the blessed churches where we give thanks for all good
and the setting aside of pride while we work together to make our food.

Sure there are aprons for cooking. Shorts for summertime. A dive into any pool.
What do I know of being German, not much, it's just somewhere in my roots.


Details | Imagism | |

IMAGINATION

IMAGINATION

Closed eyes; under a locked prism of unavailable light 
subjects our third eye to mind's internal creation; 
imagined images viewed by non-existent senses
on an opague three dimensional screen.

In an algorithm of shedded particle waves
Insight quickly fades back into a darkened vision 
of only half a picture without reflection. 

It leaves with us a broken trail of possibilities 
new thoughts, new choices, changes in destiny 
warily made under duress of immediacy 
trying to conceive a canvas framed 
by the hand of God.

It is in response to these panchromatic memories
held back by the sun's blackened light, 
that we clearly notice how the prism 
reflects an undercurrent. of shadeless secrets 
different than the realm of visionary colors.

Sensory detections relinquish an uncompleted picture. 
The image within, at times, may reveal an idea.
the transmission of which however placed
when received should strive to become an emotional 
mover of otherwise placid thinking where wizened leaders 
can in causes wept in sorrow from yesterday's sadness 
proclaim a hope for a brighter tomorrow.

INTERPRETATION:

When our eyes are shut tight, there is no light or vision.
We are limited to what we see with our inner mind. 
Nevertheless there is an internal sense,
a feeling of a creative process going on. 
It occurs as insight and often fades into a clouded vision 
of a thought picture barely perceived within.

When we leave the path of contemplative thinking,
we lose the benefit of what could have been. 
The choices we make are usually expedient 
and we struggle to determine 
what it is that we really want. 
Often we are faced and challenged by outside forces 
many of which we deflect as we espouse our point of view
without exploring all the possibilities. 

We see what could be and would like to be 
hoping that it will make a difference.
and help humanity move forward 
to a brighter tomorrow.

CAK  5-23-2103


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 | Carpe Diem | |

Existential State of Being

Universe so great and wide Can barely feel myself inside Existence insignificant In this great scheme am I an ant? What is the purpose, rhyme or reason For the changing of the seasons? And can you tell me why it rains For days on end Is it a trend? Will I find out around the bend? Or will my search be never-ending The walks of life be aimless wandering Never knowing up from down A happy smile or sullen frown? And will it even really matter If I never know the answer No use to wonder Or moment to ponder Should haves would haves May haps could haves What´s done is done No turning back The hands of time I can´t rewind So even if I am unsure The point to keep in mind is this Right here and now, this very hour Is all I have and all there is.


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.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Real Me

I want to show you the real me,
Not just what you think you see,
I like to dress in black, not pink,
My dark poems will make you think,
I can't always be happy like you,
For I am sad, and often blue,
My soul was dying to break free,
To be the person I wanted to be,
I have hid my true self for many years,
While deep inside, crying many tears,
But, now I am showing the real me,
And you are just starting to see,
I'm emerging in the dark poetry I write,
The difference is like day and night.


Details | Acrostic | |

Who Am I

Who am I?
Question indeed!

  W-eaned from tender 
age,in noble family of ten.
  H-urt by the demise of 
the tube that brought 
me into this theater of 
struggles and pains.
  O-rdered about by the 
whimps of this 
world,facing the hurdles 
of life daily from 
cradle,never giving up 
hope.
  
  A-fine young man of 28 
I am,who has the 
experience and wisdom 
of the aged.
  M-astering the arts of 
life-learning from lessons 
of life's victims and 
didactic poems 'cos man 
of fame I intend to be for 
I bear the name Bob.

  I-lost my poetic gift at a 
stage but recovered it in 
poetrysoup for invisible 
entities say a 
lesser being I shall be,but 
another encourages me 
to move on,for great is 
one who comes out of 
the shackles of life 
undeterred for this is who 
I am.



Name: Ifeanyi Bob 
Ekechukwu.
Date:24-10-2013.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



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



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

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



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

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

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



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

You stood firm, you stood tall.

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



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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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

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



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

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



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

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

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


I salute you!



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






Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

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


Details | 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 | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Free verse | |

A Dream

At a moment in my life long, long ago —
I had a dream of an ethereal existence,
Transcending the very mortal bounds of existence.

What a sublime notion worthy of thought;
To be an “Entity” beyond our mortal existence.

My thoughts are there, each and every day;
Moving outside of “Everydayness.” 

What a moment to behold while looking
In the vortex of life:  past, present, future.

Who will be my Sage? my Guide?
Questions pervade my Soul, my Being.

When I awaken will I remember or
Continue living as a one-dimensional person?

My dream world should be my reality.
My real world should be not—or is this so?

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(September 28, 2014) (Free Verse poetic format)


Details | Free verse | |

Daybreak

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

A Very Inviting Temptation

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


Details | 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 | Rhyme | |

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

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


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 | 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 | Couplet | |

Rabbits

Always pulling rabbits 
From the bottom of my hat,
Always looking forwards,
Never looking back.
Like to keep you laughing,
Laughing through the night,
Keeps our broken hearts at bay,
Hidden from the light.

more of my poems at: http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Lyric | |

To young to die

Too young to die


They take a boy, too young to shave
Who has never lived his life
While his mates are chasing girls
They fill his life with strife
They send him off to a brand new war
Over some damned fools Ideal
I don’t understand their wars
And I guess I never will


The folk who like to run the show
Or most of them at least
Have never even been to war
They’ve never felt the beast
As he rips right into one’ intestines
That hollow hole of fear!
Each leader should be sent to war
Then the picture might grow clear


Then when they send young boys to war
They’ll see the whole damned show
The weight of endless terror
 And then maybe they’ll know
What it’s like as a fine young man
To be sent out there to die
He might then know, how a mother feels
When she’s lost her little guy.

1 August 2013 @ 1443hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

Bio in Short

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Verse | |

Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


Details | Lyric | |

Envy

A day in the country

I went to the country
To see my Bro's Land
I saw he had worked hard
His land looked so grand
For a second this envy
It tapped on my soul
But then I looked deeper
Saw things as a whole!

I looked at his features
All the lines on his face
Not character lines
Those lines that add grace
Just sad saggy lines
From worry and stress
There was naught in his manner
That read happiness.

I’m a loser to his type
I have no ambition
I live for today
He lives for his mission
But I have a smile
And a generous heart
While he, how I see him
Is a grumpy old fart.

10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


Details | Free verse | |

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


Details | Rhyme | |

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


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


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 | Ballad | |

Gentle music

Gentle music

Always I’ve loved music
How I love to write those songs
I love to bash on the old guitar
And sing my words so strong
But gentle always does it
Sheer noise, I cannot stand
I love a real sweet melody
With a lovely soft, sweet band.

It seems the melody has gone
From music, now these days
Everyone just screams and shouts
Their minds all in a haze
From every kind of booze and drugs
All sweetness played right out
The young guys call it music
But me, I have my doubts.

I write my songs with sweetness
The words as plain as day
I need to get my words across
Not put folk in a daze
I want to see folk happy
Not doped out of their heads
I’m not out to feed the mind
I choose the heart instead.

25 August 2013 @ 1156hrs.


Details | Acrostic | |

Easter

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

                     ***Happy Easter Everyone***


Details | Epic | |

She Lived by the Sword

She lived by the sword and she died by the sword,

Her friends just watching her fade away

Their iron eyes still looked to their lords

While on the ground, her broken body lay. 


Her tongue was sharp while she lay alive

Her body built like stone

In every battle (more than thirty-five)

She always fought alone


She fought alone and she thought alone

When, in truth, she was never alone

Always accompanied into battle thrown

With often a scream, but never alone


I came across her after a duel that night

And I knew she never gave up in flight

Her pieces glittered in the light

And so this poem now I write


She lived by the sword and she died by the sword

Her friends just watching her fade away

But it all was explained in a single word.

For how can one go alone into battle and yet never be alone


And always struggle but never fight

How can one go so gentle into that good night

How can one live by the sword and die by the sword

And be independent while serving one’s lord

Unless she is truly a sword



Details | Free verse | |

A Hospital Stay - Part VII, Finis

                                                                    7.

                                                      On The Road Back

Serious illness instructs its victims
In the miracle of the normal life.
Spend time starting over on things you never think of,
And a new appreciation dawns
For the marvel of Being-in-the-World.

     Crisis finally ended, they move me down
     So I may eat like a human again and gain the strength
     To walk geriatrically about the ward
     Creepingly, yet exulting in my newfound freedom
     From the Sargasso Sea of lines that bound me for so long.
     Soon they would send me home
     To where Gulliver's god asserts his primacy.

There is in every life that question never asked aloud,
Yet waits for its whisper in misfortune's ear:
Why go on?

Why the trouble of going on
When we know all things, after all,
Make an end of themselves?
What purpose served when Summer's light gives way again
To Winter's dark, itself to give way once more 
Before the furious blooms of Spring,
This cycling of changes running blindly 'round
'Til all together, when at last we're called away from being
Will soon enough leave not even faint memory
That ever we, or they, had been?

Why go on,
When all are orphaned in the end,
When in due time Time itself will cease to march
When even God may wonder
To what end He set it all in motion for,
Leaving only an original Mystery
To occupy Forever?

     Yet still all things contrive to persevere, especially ourselves,
     Despite our cursed knowledge of Finality,
     Knowing that none shall escape eclipsion,
     But sensing that the weight
     Of whatever we have made of our lives
     Will add its dram of meaning
     When the sum of it all is balanced together
     In the great equation of existence.

We go on for the honor of going on,
Because there is no road back
And the bridges burn themselves behind us as we go.
The going is its own meaning
Because all moments matter to those they happen to,
Are defined by those they happen to -
And in the happening
Each soul makes its bright flash in the infinite dark,
Illumines itself in silent declaration
That it once was, and dared to be,
Despite the vanishing that follows.

     When all is said and over,
     It's perhaps best we measure ourselves
     Against the blazing stars and wheeling galaxies
     To find that we come out the larger 
     Than they in all their magnificence,
     In our tiny, burning brilliance.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom

The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | Free verse | |

The old fisherman and the hummingbird

Lazy I lingered on the porch of my terrace
a hummingbird was softly picking on a daisy
this reminded of the time when I lived at the coast
I use to watch seagulls as they dived into the sea
that ancient symbol of the strife to survive
 
But as I turned my eyes away from the sand
the hummingbird started to sing a melody
my soul surrendered to harmony
gone that old vision of agony
 
When I returned to the comfort of my lazy couch
in my head the hummingbird's song went on and on
took me back to times of innocences so clear and so pure
it finally won from that old cynic I'd become.
That was the day, I  heard a hummingbird sing.


Details | Free verse | |

SILENT HERO

you can have an unspoken hero
that transforms your way of life.
i have been privileged to be 
influenced by such a person.
he always thought outside the box,
choosing the road less taken.
while others shunned unique diversity
he embraced and celebrated it.
he knew who he was and was comfortable 
in the skin God gave him,
never trying or even desiring 
to be like anyone else.

Tom was what we call a "one off",
not being forced and pressed together 
in a cookie cutter mold. 
he became the silent hero I looked up to,
the one person I wanted to emulate.
I studied him the way a football player
studies a play book, intently!
and so the more I became like my
silent hero, the less I became like Tom...
or anyone else.
i became me, the true me.
completely unique and diverse and 
absolutely comfortable in my skin;
thanks to my silent hero, Tom.

Contest: Regina's "Free Verse Tribute To A Friend"
Date: 9-26-14


Details | Sonnet | |

Beautiful Lies

December 18, 2012

Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach

Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate

Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new

The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?


Details | Free verse | |

A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."




Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Rhyme | |

The Risk of Choice

It would be too easy to not believe
And not have faith in all He wants us to see.
But I don't want to risk my life being saved
Because of a choice I was refusing to make.


Details | Lyric | |

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… 


Details | Narrative | |

life choices

the father sees a neighbor
screaming with child as she runs
out the front door to shelter
he hustles his own to shelter
and turns to see other neighbors
with their two dogs come running behind

the shelter's too small to hold everyone,
the father says climb in but we can't fit the dogs 
the neighbors hesitate - then pull the dogs
back to their house as father shuts shelter door

in a few seconds jets and trains and 
bombs overhead shiver into steel and 
time stops or stretches to infinity
as flotsam shoots through cracks

father opens shelter door sure he will 
witness haunting fears he knows
and runs to the pile that was 
minutes ago, the neighbors house

throwing pieces of piles aside
he digs to the small space that 
two hundred and ten miles per hour
had enclosed to free friends and dogs

both men shudder at their fortunes
the father, immensely glad to not 
have to bear witness and grief,
the owner, who couldn't 
do that to his beloved dogs

© Goode Guy 2013-12-26

http://www.npr.org/2013/12/26/257255801/after-moores-f5-tornado-storm-shelter-interest-increases


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | Rhyme | |

Burning Embers

Shredded completely, the words of a liar
Your old love poems ignite when tossed in the fire
The blaze attacks swiftly, first singing the edges
Then blackening into ashes, all your false pledges
Your cheating on me actually did me a favor
I now have a freedom and a life I can savor
No more heeding to you and your silly demands
No dinner at 6, no house spic and span
I can sit where I want, I can laugh out loud
Without you to scold me, there’s no little black cloud
Hanging over my head, telling me what to do
No “hurry up stupid,” or “get me my tools”
For I have an inner strength that you didn’t know
A flowerbed of dreams that I plan to sow -
I’m done with your critical analysis
I’m a flaming red poppy, reaching for the sun’s kiss...


2/5/13
Black Eyed Susan
For Gail's "Burning Embers" contest


Details | Free verse | |

Laughter Cherished

.
Once when heading up VBS
Money was very scarce
Funding deficient
Sanity chances gone
Survival questionable

While looking for something fun to entertain
On a shelf sitting quietly 
A half-gallon jug
Which contained magic elixir_slimmy_soapy
Bubbles trapped in plastic

All this mixture needed was two teenage girls
Who had oversupply of energy
To create bubbles in multiples
These bubbles for little ones to chase_burst
And want more to chase again

Many bubble memories of happiness
As those little ones did play
But the best memory is of those teenage helpers
Laughing as bubbles they did make

In honor of Debbie Guzzi's Bubbles contest...


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Missed it-One day at a time

One day at a time
With the delusion of anger,
falling from my eyes,
The veil of bitterness,
Torn from the one I despised,
My heart withers in my chest
The spell that cast a shadow on this beauties shimmering frame
That hid a wonder a mystery this woman bearing my name.
I cannot believe I’ve lived alongside you for so long
And missed the chorus of a lover’s  refrain.
We like strangers in the night
Ships passing by on a foggy sea,
Have rediscovered each other again,
Fearful yet wanting, the task ahead daunting,
Forever changed by the crimson stain,
Leaving us equipped in ways we can never explain.
One day at a time, we live for these moments,
One day at a time, is all we are given,
And by the grace of God our one day at a time will turn into memories
That we will share over a lifetime.


Details | Ballade | |

Those sweet little things

Those sweet little things

We’re sitting in the living room
The TV droning on
As I just sit there dreaming
Or write a little song
My lady she’s just sitting there
With a crossword or a game
An attentive look upon her face
It’s every night the same.

And yet, you know I worship it
All the time we spend together
One moment in her company
It could go on forever
All filled with peace and harmony
It’s the sweetest thing on Earth
Just sitting in that living room
It has, for me such worth.

Once I was a doubter
Of the very best things in life
My boredom caused much trouble
And gave me so much strife
But now I know it’s the little things
They’re what life’s all about
It took me such a long, long time
But now I’ve found this out.

23 July 2013 @ 1905hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me

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


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Lyric | |

The confusing world of Poetry

The confusing world of poetry

Clerihews, and couplets
Acrostics, and Haikus
Me head is spinning round and round
Oh Lord I’m so confused
I’d like to read about the stuff
But I really ain’t got time
I’m too busy trying to write
In rhythm and in rhyme

I never was so very clever
I flunked in all at school
I guess me dad, he got it right
He called me village fool
He tried to make me turn out clever
But he didn’t have a chance
Cause I’m a dreamer through and through
You can see that at first glance.

So I don’t know about complex things
I’m just a simple man
But me, I’ve wrote eight thousand songs
And I’ve done it cause I can
The words roll out like a waterfall
And they come just like they are
And I talk about love, and I talk about life
And the flowers and the stars.

25 July 2013 @ 0925hrs.


Details | Acrostic | |

E M O T I O N S II

E M O T I O N S     II


E m o t i o n s:

Erratic 

       Mood

              Outbursts

                      Tormenting 
 
                                Indefinitely

                                               Ongoing 

                                                         Natural 

                                                                  Sentiments!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
      07 MAY 2013
  


Details | Free verse | |

Dreams of Louisiana

Dimly lit, I sit
in a Mexican kitchen
near the Tropic of Cancer.
A TV is tuned
to inane noises;
dogs at my feet,
oranges in a bowl
on a table:
a specific place and time.
And I am dreaming --
dreaming of Louisiana
in twilight hours --
dreaming of short winter days and
summer's green, bright mornings.
Country time, mostly empty,
was quiet, seldom interrupted
by human utterance;
but my busy brain
was full of fantasy
and subterfuge.
The world was new, was big,
was yet to be explored;
possibilities seemed endless.
Oak and cypress,
willows, pines -- and magnolias --
were all around, and cane fields
stretched for miles.
School was a bus ride -- there and back --
and hours of new discoveries.
The bayous that had always been there
were there still.
Change was slow in coming
and childhood lasted long.
I dream now of Louisiana:
poignant vignettes... dreamy glimpses...
and all those slowly fading
recalled moments
of the past...


Details | Lyric | |

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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The potter and the blacksmith

The Potter and the Blacksmith..

I can hear the distant muted sounds,
Sounds that are clouded in mystery and memory,
Hammer steel, scree,
Clank,
Clank,
Clank, metal on metal
Brazen and hard the un-pliable steel,
Forged by sweat and blood,
I can feel it, feel it in my bones,
Turning, banging, pulling, forming
The Master bending and clanging upon His proud work-in-progress,
For some are like the clay upon the potters wheel,
Easily pliable, soft and fragile, made for a specific purpose,
While others are hard like the steel whom the blacksmith
Heats and beats into a formidable weapon,
The work is more laborious and strained,
And the trials and tribulations we face at times unbearable,
But oh the lethal force wielded in hand.
The steel and clay did not choose its own design or composition,
It can only relent to being used for that which it was made.


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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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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

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

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

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

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


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Drunken with Wine


My pen drunken with wine channels my deepest thoughts rambling over blank paper flowing over emptiness with words to encourage The pen shall not betray like love once did killing the soul My rebirth is inevitable I am but who am I to ask for love's showers to stay warm caressing my heart with strong masculine arms? No, not me I will not ask for the icy waters to end its numbing deception Pen capture my value my worth with your drunken ink Do not smear with my tears let my voice be heard from the page A smile was once a curl of his hair shining in moonlight wrapped around my finger His soft touch nothing but callousness I know I will learn to look in the mirror and smile I must learn to love myself Break away from my pain dear pen and flow like a river cleansing my soul giving me a fresh start The mother in me is my reason to survive I cannot aimlessly float like driftwood through life I shall dive deeper and swim past the strongest currents The tumultuous waters are yesterday's drink swirling in my glass Drunken pen be my courage Lift me from my words to flights of hope in sunlight with colors of the rainbow coming to rest in God's hands The wine has gone from my pen to my head The room spins as letters create words emotions fly above me I will drink another glass and toast to life love courage tomorrow Every tomorrow no matter what comes my way Who will surrender? Not I By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, May 3, 2012 for Drunken Pen contest (Elliott Bowe)


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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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Cherish

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


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I am dead wood trying to ignite myself

I am dead wood tryin` to ignite myself
Let sparks fly in the direction of my inert existence
Let flames destined for grand exploits, catch wind to my quiescent persistence

I am dead wood tryin` to ignite myself
Keep me away from soaking hands
Don`t dampen my spirit with humid sand

I am dead wood tryin` to ignite myself
In need of untainted air
To burn with warranted flair

I am dead wood tryin` to ignite myself
Though ashes will pursue me
It will be worth it when that glow of prosperity consumes me

Till that moment, when I combust 
My efforts at arson shall be robust
Because I am dead wood trying to ignite myself


Details | I do not know? | |

If Silence Was a Language

If Silence Was a Language

If silence was a language you could understand, 
You would hear me shouting, screaming, announcing for all to hear, 
‘I LOVE YOU!!!’

If silence was a language you could understand,
You would hear me praising you, declaring with each silent look,
‘I’m proud of you’, ‘I trust you’, ‘I believe in you.’

If silence was a language that you could understand,
You would hear me cheering you on, as with each new experience or season,
‘You can do this’, ‘You’ve got what it takes’, ‘I’m here if you need me.’

If silence was a language you were fluent in,
You’d catch the nuanced meaning, the subtle expression of respect,
Behind each silent day that goes by, so as not to distract with clumsy words.

But, just maybe, silence IS a language you can understand,
And you DO hear me, loving you, praising you, respecting you,
Trusting and believing in you, cheering you on and standing behind you.

Of course, silence is a language so often misunderstood or completely overlooked, 
Drowned out by the clamor of busy lives, of many words, 
Or whirling thoughts that make it hard to listen.

So, I risk a bit of repetition by stating plainly, in words that even I can understand,
That you are precious in my eyes, a jewel of great worth,
A daughter that makes me so very proud to be called your father. I love you!





Details | Couplet | |

Maybe it's too soon

We speak words of wonder
We speak words of doom

We wonder why we fight again
Maybe it's too soon

We have thoughts of beauty 
We have thoughts of technology

Our thoughts are disrupted by the constant technological barrage 
Ironically the ideas that created this technology were applied in a garage

Not in a fancy office with a worlds worth of knowledge just a click away
The thought was that this technology would help us evolve as a race

It has in many ways however it's stagnated many lives
With the ease of technology today the general public have closed their eyes

To the corruption that runs rampant in so many forms
To the possibility that we can rise above the norm

The situation isn't hopeless
Just start to think about this


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Contemplation

Today is a contemplative day.
Not a day of joy but of thought.
A wrestling of sorts within.
I hope to find some clarity.

What lies have I told to myself?
What have I chosen to believe?
Can there be escape from myself?
I hope that the answer is yes.

So I sit thinking of my days
Into which cup I'm pouring life
Is there time to hold something back
Or have the sands blown away

All the answers I thought I knew
Now they seem like a cosmic joke
Still there's a difference I can make
All I need is courage to change
 


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SKY

Dependency is an extreme sort of malaise.
Its intensifications are seen in awkward ways.
You see yourself as an incurable disease.
However, once the means disappear, you become at ease.
Estranged from your normal world, you shout-out saliently to be heard.
Done in the calmest way, your expression removes disenchantment.

Hugs you give.
Afflictions ebb diminishing the tide.
You smile and begin to feel the importance of life.

Prescribe the drug to others.
Tell them how you overcame your troubles through this remedy.
The pain that you killed was done via Poetry Therapy.
Let one know the heights you peaked.
Pedestals you formed.
Share those as well and state they are there for anyone to summit.

Apex 
Reach your highpoint
Zenith
Top
Pinnacle
Do not stop 
Level to the afar
The limit is there.
SKY
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Sponsor:   	        Giorgio A. V.
Contest Name: 	Impress me with a small poem IV ! 
User Name: Verlena S. Walker
Nom De Plume: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: Empower/Amour-Proper/Motivational/Inspirational


Details | Elegy | |

SAPPHO'S FALLING STARS part 1

                                            SAPPHO’S FALLING STARS     (Part one)


I am descendent of Odysseus
	Hero of the past
Have I kin—I know not—I may be the last--
The Trojan War and Helen made my family's blazing fame
Thus magnified by Homer was made our honor and ancestral name

I stand this day the General of the fallen men that the Fates have tossed
across the Siren Sappho's way—
now foolishly slain-- my Fallen Stars    	 
                      		such a ragged few
                                       in this paltry breath of a moment
                                      			of mere delay--

Inconsequential time in history 
                                                                                          forever lost—


at their honor’s cost


for Mine, a Mighty Name
excuses easily such inconsequential blame
                                                                         
I cannot weep—I cannot pray

                      Such sacrifice of brave men
	              Lifeless , While I stand whole
	               Due to my folly 
                      Sucks the breath stark from my soul

Yarns and lore of Heroes—I know
Babe……. to youth……… in manhood……..
Each far-flung hour, day upon dew-kissed day
Nurtured ever cherished in the sweet talk of the female-breast-kissed way
      	Absorbed sensuous tactics laced with salty woman taste--so learned
	Intimately known as my manhood blossomed

Intimate Initiate—once
You, Sappho, sought my need –-
Intimate follower once—
                                I ate your passion delicious sauced with greed

(part two posted)............................................





Victoria Anderson-Throop  12/18/12 ©


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THE WAY TO A HOLISTIC LIFE VALUES ABSOLUTE

THE WAY TO A HOLISTIC LIFE – VALUES ABSOLUTE
Why would I keep your life in the world, when you trying to take mine out? What kind of damn fool I am as lover? I do not know hate? This is philosophy. Heed me! Why would I love you more than I love myself? I am number one; however, you can come next. God said put no man before me. I am in his likeness as a human being. This is philosophy. Adhere! The Lord told Abraham sacrifice no more. My needs must come first. Renunciation is a Buddhist creed. Why would I deny my needs? This is philosophy. Procure! If I am without belief, I lack epitome. Celestial knowledge vested. The universe origin and those that were discovered, is a viewpoint to ponder. This is philosophy. Mindfulness fulfills! Take notice to wrong to make the right. Build a bridge of crossing in meeting of the minds. Consensus is what is desired. This is philosophy. Open your eyes to the love of humanity. The world is not promised to us. Earth is not a sacrifice given by Jehovah. The Lord God Jehovah gave his only begotten son, Jesus Christ Lord, so the earth would not perish. This is philosophy. Values absolute!


Details | Free verse | |

Peace

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

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

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


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A Mountain - Haiku

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

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

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


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The Ugliness Of Divorce


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


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The Journey

I am…

The steep steps that you take

Difficult decisions you must make

The dry pebbles in your way

The sparkly rainbows with no grey

The tears that flow from your eyes

Your smiles that light up the skies

The bundles of anxiety in your chest

The sweet serenity that wipes out the rest –

I am…

Every knowledge that is unchoked

When gently probed from minds and books

The graceful movement of the hand

As it draws worlds on wood or sand

Every dream that is yet unfulfilled

And every hurt that was stilled

The multiple incredible expressions of love

That no doubt must have come from above –

I am…

Time; all in future, present and past

Everything that faded and all that will last

The sinking and uplifting realizations that are found

The sharp memories of sight, taste, touch and sound

Every truth you ignorantly thought was a lie

And every lie you failed to turn a blind eye

The ocean of emotions you constantly swim through

That lead to risks you take of things you need to do –

I am…

The intentions you act on, either out of virtue or vice

The road that is frightening and slippery in ice

But I can also be the road that is a breeze

With no fear of falling prey to mind and heart disease

Have you guessed the nature of my identity?

I am simply

the history you write

of your life’s journey.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

The Real McCoy

He walked outside the mirror of 
solitude, 
And greeted with the purest of 
stares. 
Confused by this clairvoyant twin, my 
fearful color was intact; 
I awaited his response, and he spoke in familiar 
tongue these following passions. 

He spoke of that Sagittarius moon he 
celebrates, 
when the 22nd day presents itself. 
In earlier episodes of himself,
he continuously advanced through blind
hallways, 
with no afterthought of the internal flame, 
potentially burning in his honor. 
He revealed sketches of himself, that await 
discovery. 

The silent preacher remains his 
title, 
yet with every curious ear, 
his history is awarded audible. 
He became an unwritten author a 
lifetime ago, 
a sigh of relief was expressed, 
as he became every metaphor, 
thereby regaining those thoughts 
of yesterday. 

He still dreams of that fatherly 
silhouette. 
A favorite thought of tomorrow, 
to borrow a voice, from this male 
influence, 
now absent from land. 

The thought of plural skies visits him 
constantly, 
he’s never forgotten the idea of unity, 
although on occasion, 
it’s faded portrait appears fictional. 
He awaits his inspiration in 
reality. 

Those white walls that surround him in 
military stance, 
are assumed to be his only company. 
However, he’s confident in his legacy, found in 
similar souls. 

After exposing this identity of truth, he felt 
completed, 
I too, became a turning stone. 
Before retreating, I asked for the word, that 
complimented his image, 
He simply thought Jiril. 


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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!


Details | Free verse | |

Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


Details | Free verse | |

Judge and Jury

Should I disregard
what other people think or,
balanced on the brink, maintain
a thin-veneered façade?
Where shall I store,
how shall I keep,
the poetry I must write
but cannot show--
that which smolders deep
and threatens to erupt?
Must I lock it all
securely in a box,
store it high upon a shelf
where none are wont to go?
Would it be likely to corrupt
the innocently unaware?
Should I, at least,
pretend to care?
Might not I plunge into the mob,
joining others of this ilk...
should it be my job
to preach, now the day
has finally been reached --
to walk alone in open air,
free from fear of full disclosure?
Would my revelations stir
those who taunt, who hate?
Might not their spate of hurtful words,
and worse, prompt my avoidance of 
the fate they threaten,
encourage my reluctance to unmask?
And may I be moved, instead,
in surly tones, to ask
who made them my judge and jury?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








Details | Rhyme | |

Paper Thin

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
For kicks is why I do it now.
You tell me to love but I never knew how.
Our feet hitting pavement,
We spent the day in sunny California with sun kissed skin.
I’m learning to forget and how to fade scars,
And you let me let myself down so hard.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
And now I just do it for smiles,
We’ll never see flower girls stumbling down aisles.
I’d lose my head just before that chance,
But if you want we can still have a first dance.
Cause I think I say things that I don’t mean,
Once upon a time you meant the world to me.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
But I’m trying to refrain,
To make this not all end up in vain.
Maybe I can learn to love like some people do,
And you can learn to love yourself a little too.
Or it is in all fairness to let this go?
I guess we can try but then we’ll never know. 


Details | Lyric | |

Regaining power

Regaining Power.

He walks a lonely road, with his head there in the clouds
And he doesn’t even notice passing strangers
He’s been here ‘bout a thousand years forever all alone
And he’s always looking out for passing danger.

Invisible sometimes he feels, so he tries to seek the glory
As the child calls out in panic “I am here
They have taken all my power so my blossom will not flower
And all around I’ve built a wall of fear

But it’s his pain it is his game
As he prowls around his cage
He lives in vain, is he insane?
And fear ignites his rage.

The truth be plain, the lions mane is what he must acquire
The little boy he must regain his power
And tell the world “I’m here, I’m here” and feed the burning fire
It would take this much to open up his flower.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Pastoral | |

A NUN'S PRAYER

A NUN’S PRAYER

To the Lord Almighty and as a colored Nun, I am a vestal of his governess and obedient to that form.
I walk in a sisterhood of solidarity.
I am a new religious order via The School of Social Theology.
I refuted poor mindedness for a rightful mind.
I vowed to conformity of Lord of high.
In my weakness, I do not falter domestically.
In my strength, I am subservient.
I will make a difference through my duties and tasks.
As a soul, I owe the Lord all Almighty that.
My essence is my spirit and wit.
I am satisfied with the life I live.
Amen


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

These Walls I Built

Stuck in the prison of my own life,
I dodge behind these walls I built.
And inside is a demon covered in guilt
And shame so thick you can't see his eyes.
God, please help me to see
No matter what, You will always love and be with me.
Thank You Father for everything.
In Jesus' Name,
We pray.
Amen.


Details | Terza Rima | |

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 


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | |

We're Still Here

...en l'an soixante-dix de mon age...

All the familiar names from our youth
now belong to aged, unfamiliar faces.
Even my own reflection startles
as I pass the mirror
hanging in the hall.
Suddenly, we are old.
And, although taken by surprise,
we must accommodate reality --
perhaps convince ourselves
how lucky we survivors are --
how much better that we wear
these flaccid faces, these worn-out bodies,
these aids and apparatuses,
than to have ended
while in almost-mint condition.
But these are mere macabre,
septuagenarian musings.
So, let's forget all this!
Turn up the music
and hear us murmur,
in weakly mordant, fatalistic,
untriumphant chorus:
"We're still here!"


Details | Rhyme | |

We The Lost People

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

Tribute to two wonderful people

My tribute to two wonderful guys

I know I’ve said it all before
But I must tell you again
About a man called John Sherman
Maybe I write in vain
But I must tell the world about
The two guys in my life
Who I’ll put on a pedestal
John and his lovely wife

He don’t come from religion
Nor any beliefs at all
He’s more like a Psychologist
His approach is wonderful
To don’t claim to be a Guru
He’s just a humble man
Yet he will do most anything
To help you if he can.

Once I suffered oh, so much
With anxiety and fear
I hated me, the whole damned world
My head was never clear
My wife was set to leave me
My kids thought me so low
All because of a foolish war
So lonely I did grow.

Then John he showed me just one act
And said ‘That’s it, that’s all!’
And I just listened to the man
Though I am not a fool
And now It’s four years later
And my heart is filled with bliss
There’s nothing could destroy it
That’s just the way it is.

No more the fear of life is here
No more the fear of death
No more that awful greyness
No more I feel bereft
Every day to me right now
Is another brand new day
As life becomes more beautiful
In every kind of way.



I know I talk about john a lot, don't want to bore anyone, but what I gained from him was absolutely phenomenal, and my main reason for joining poetry groups was so people might know of him...Peter


Details | Lay | |

INTRO: JAKE CASTLE OF THE BEAN PEOPLE

INTRO: JAKE CASTLE OF THE BEAN PEOPLE
INTRO A wonderful world it is contemplated Jake as he planted his seed to grow his beanstalk. He knew that this beanstalk would nourish many so he watched it grow. One day he awoke and the beanstalk was clearing the sky and he decided to climb it. Singing merrily to himself: “Oh, what wonderful day to play with your evolution. I planted this stalk of beans and its growing beyond my conception. So I shall climb it to discover has it evolved another wonderful world beyond.” Jake was foremost a positive thinker. He began to climb. DAY ONE OF JAKE’S ADVENTURE Jake climbed the beanstalk that day. He discovered that there was life formed beyond but he was afraid to adventure further and promised himself that he would build the courage to go the step afar. He knew that he had to be well prepared for his adventure so on his descent down the stalk he began to develop his plan for his journey to continue. As always, Jake began to sing: “Mm mm… The adventure I am about to partake could be quite dangerous; however, I must completely discover that place. I know that it may be my very last visit – the next – but I am going back to conquer it and that’s that.” Jake begins to instill belief in self. ___________________________________________________________|
3rd Place A Giorgio A. V. Contest! Become a fictitious character taken from a book (or movie)!


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 | Prose Poetry | |

An End to Aloneness

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. 

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea. 

I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. 

And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. 

                                                                              But I would like to…

I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. 
	
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.  
	
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
							                                 finally
								                                   finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.


Details | Free verse | |

Here it comes now

that soft sail
and the wind looks as if
it’s trying hard to breathe 
i have elements in me
a compass borrowed, for some sorrow i assuaged
my eyes upward and unfolding
over some wave i might beach
adrift
my cuffs are turned up
and arms are a reelin’, in that wind I know 
is my kite yet to a’sail on this sea
coming for me


Details | Rhyme | |

What The Falk

There was a time when you could hold me
But I have since learned to walk
Another when thoughts seemed to cage me
Now digital is a relational talk
Imagine unique ways to display yourself
Try and shun what they will balk
Stand in the places outside of yourself
Let your mind free you as a falk


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 | Ballade | |

Vets story

Vietnam Vets Story

Have you heard the story
Of those bold courageous men
Who served their country tall and proud
As they fought in Vietnam.
They done their country proud and all
And showed how soldiers fought
But now their lives aren’t worth a damns 
Their nerves all tense and taut.

They sprayed their poisons on trees
Endangered all these men
And fed them drugs not tested yet
They didn’t care back then!
They wanted just to win a war
A war pointless and mad
And many now do suffer so
Their lives all sour and sad.

And now these men just live their lives
All down with no self value
{Their bodies torn their minds all twisted
Marriages broken too!}
They have to fight with all their might
To get fair compensation!!!!
What price to risk one’s soul and life
In defence of one‘s good nation.


Details | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


Details | I do not know? | |

Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



Details | Epithalamium | |

The Soul Shatters

The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013


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The God That I DO Believe In

The God That I DO Believe In!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Amazing Grace

Daisy skirts
Swinging in church
Shouting "Hallelujah Amen"
Feeling the Holy Ghost
Doors open
You repent.
Frog in your throat
The spirit took over.
You fell to your knees.
Tears formed and rolled down cheeks.
Not anyone could believe the salvation they seen.
The doves were released.
Your life manifested them.

"Amazing grace, how sweet thou are to save a wretch like me."



Details | Prose Poetry | |

BEAUTIFUL THINGS

Some things are lost along the line
Some things, beautiful and fine
Driving down the lone road to the stream in my hamlet
It’s like yesterday; like catching birds from their nest
I giggled as I drove by
Mothers breast feeding babies and singing lullaby
Naked boys rolling condemned tires, and
Ripped virgins with little cloths coverings, as attires

I giggled as I drove by. It’s just like yesterday
I remember Jerome and others as we gathered to play
There was the moonlight rendezvous
Where we all gathered, boys, and girls, all of us
There was the tales by the moonlight,
Ancestral heritages, sacrifices and the Lion’s might
The Lion’s might, yet he falls beneath the crafty tortoise
I still can hear the choruses; I hear my youthful voice
I loved folklore songs. Wars songs for strong sons

Let me try seeing if I can still sing one more;
Yes! I still can sing “Omalingwo”
Omalingwo, Omalingwo tee …… Omalingwo
Omalingwo, Omalingwo nwam…… Omalingwo
Omalingwo, Omalingwo dia …… Omalingwo
Nne nei di na Otutu-aja-o………..Omalingwo
Elikwue ma yu atuna ngwo ji ……Omalingwo
Ngwo, ngwo onye oma………….Omalingwo

My God, I feel new!
I can still sing it! Oh God I knew!
Omalingwo! Story of the child of a deprived mother
Jealous king’s wives over ready for murder
Murder and deprivation if that will give them a son
To sit on the king’s throne and shine forth like the sun
Story of good over evil. Omalingwo!
A deprived mother’s son.

I giggled as I drove along,
Remembering my tiny breasts, when they formed
And more fortunate girls laughing me to scorn
I remember these things till sadness beclouded me
I am fully grown now; nostalgia overshadow me
My age mates, plus me, all gone to the cities
We can’t assemble again, just like broken pot in pieces
Oh! The Eve’s tempting apple of white collar jobs

I heard Jerome lived and then died in Jos
Killed by religious rioters with missions unjust.
I heard Nwasombia is a head dresser is Lagos
At 52 and still searching? Celibacy is obvious
I heard Nosike is in aviation, head of pilots
Even Chima is now in parliament in Cyprus
Chima, who spoke big English like “opprobrious”

My age mates, plus me, all gone to the cities
No more gatherings, just like broken pot in pieces
Still driving along the lone road to the hamlet stream
Still thinking of beautiful things
The beautiful hamlet serene things.


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God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer

God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton   10/21/13


Details | Rhyme | |

Under

He crouched among the ‘noble’ men Of so much worth they were much to him As seas carry creatures, he carries hope within How much longer must he wait for them, then- To let him in? A beam of a smile appeared on his face They spoke of beautiful women, in dance and grace Their laughter fed his soul like water quenching fire His confidence low, yet high his most wanted Desire The chatter was of an upcoming banquet With well-dressed lovelies, their speech eloquent Hearts swollen with wine and merriment He longed to live among them With resentment Eyes never glanced his way, he hoped to find A gleam coming to meet him eye to eye And as they spoke with anxious humor, There came over the youth a sudden Tremor He was ready to make himself known In beggar’s clothes he would have shown That he can speak as eloquent as any And that the smallest bodies of waters Are plenty The ‘noble’ men continued their vibrant chat Without a thought of the boy, not e’en a glance When suddenly the youth sprung up, ignited “My friends, I too—I too Am excited!” There was a pause in the chilly air Some men laughed but the host merely stared The beggar man smiled and bowed so nobly They would have never suspected a man of his tongue As lowly The smile disappeared as they continued to jeer And the boy was overtaken with inferior fear At last the host said, “Good man, I am glad you are excited, But do tell me—er...were you ever Invited?” His head went down the kindhearted floor He could not take the unfeeling eyes on him anymore Pained to the marrow of his bones, he shook his head He was never invited, he was never Well fed He ran away with tears in his youthful eyes It is sad how quickly one’s hope can die And all that night no hope remained but hunger, Leaving him driven to survive, not above But under


Details | Free verse | |

Flat Canvas

Flat canvas;

Bubbling brown ridges strike 
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn: 
Upwards, Outwards.

Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons, 
A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings 
On new seed: New breeds.
Falling buys the assurance of seconds
From a sinking well. 
Oh well.

Remember us when the globe begins to slip,
Bang drums for our pity:
Our crescendos mean less than meaningless.
And then, when spheres crack, continue 
On the whorl of a thumb, 
Stretching hope to nothing.
Run.


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 | Verse | |

The Son

I was once kissed by the sun
Caressed in oils my breasts bathed free
like growth in my womb
kissing the moon
Capturing my true essence
unmasked, plain, pure

Naked in love my insecurities 
gave birth to my esteem
But then I became free 
from the taunting and ridicule of 
socieity's template of me
by adopting a new personality
One that reflects the real me

I like poetry I like to sing
I understand my spiritual need
I like love
I like the breeze
I like rhythm and passion
and long lasting nights of 
random acts of sensual moments that 
awaken parts of me previously repressed
The love I feel  is so unrest

I was once kissed by the sun
It's power gave me light and enabled my writing to become
spoken words
leaving footprints on the ink in my pen
Some of thoughts escaped through actions of sin
Unspoken words just thrown away 
Never spoken, or written again

Awakened by the sun 
all drenched in it's heat
Praising it's soure of power 
and embracing humility
Giving what I have to give
Learned to let go it's easier to forgive
We strive for riches but lest we forget
the richness of the sun
Each day be thankful for his son


Details | Quatrain | |

Decisions

Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.


Details | Free verse | |

Her Final Words

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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

the courage to be different

the courage to be different to buck the status quo
to be a child and disciple of the God that we all know
I know what it's like to be young, I remember my childhood
I remember all of those times, the bad and the good
I remember what it's like to simply stand out
to be different from everyone else who was about
I remember all the shame, the heartache and all the pain
I was tall for my age and always stood in the back of the line
from kindergarten to way beyond junior high
but not only was I tall but my family had little funds
I missed out on a lot of things after all was said and done
but I had the courage to be different for I had a dream
that despite my circumstances I would achieve great things
for God did single me out, He had me on His mind
He made a way when I could see no way and His path I did find

when I look at the youth of today, I see such anger and confusion
demonic tattoos, prison mentality, living on celebrity illusion
totally unaware that they're inviting danger
from unknown and familiar strangers
more concerned and worried about their appearance
not having the courage to try and be different
you don't need to run with a pack or hang out with a gang
God has a blessing just for you that He has arranged
yet He will allow the enemy to have a limited takeover
but He will eventually intercede with an ultimate makeover
just possess the courage and the faith to just believe
that the Lord God can do anything you can perceive

He burnt the meat, He burnt the wood, the rocks and the water in the trench
God can do the impossible if you believe He can make a difference
He will take you to another level, He will lift you up
His power is omnipotent and will fulfill your spiritual cup
for it's not about the world's window dressing 
that the Lord God finds impressing
He cares not about your designer clothes nor the type of car you own
He cares only that you believe in His Son, the crown, the cross and the throne
He will overfill your treasure chest
just shut up and let Him do the rest

so raise your children to trust and believe in the Lord
to have the courage to be different and the balls to get on board
to march to the beat of a different drum
to know that with God victory has been won
to not have a spirit of fear
to know God is always near
that despite any failures, faults and all things disappointing
that the Lord God  can still bless them with an anointing 
for God has given them an inheritance
and the courage to be different
 



 


Details | Rhyme | |

Mirror

the image displayed through the liquid reflection 
conveys the thoughts and memories of life's imperfections 

the mirror reveals the opposite of a being 
but it can also conceal the things you are seeing 

like a magician your eyes are shrouded by deception 
from the mind to your eyes coerced through inception 

the holistic visuals portrayed in each mirror 
becomes the optical focus as the mind becomes clearer 

though the eyes maybe the windows to the soul 
the mirror can only reflect what the eyes behold 

as the oceans reflects the heavens above 
our actions reflect a heart filled with love 

the world is a mirror reflecting our past 
but shrouded in mystery shattered like glass 

the quest for an image conjures the truth 
but the relics of knowledge do not circumvent proof 

but to view the ultimate image that one must bestow
one must see past the reflection that the mirror does show


Details | Free verse | |

Spirit Of Love

Inside my heart
Over flowing
A sea of love
My spirit free
Love taking lead
My inner consciousness, awakening
Inner realisations, coming to light
Experiencing the wonders of our universe
Discovering who I am
In the spirit of love


Details | Epigram | |

EMOTIONS

EMOTIONS

emotions:
Universal language of
The subconscious,
Unprocessed feelings of
Inner self

Your thunderous silence 
Supersedes any utterance
The conscious can offer 
Bringing thus understanding
To the hearts and minds of
Men  
 
Blessed is the one who the
Plethora of your expressions
Can master 
Be he a learned man or a
Layman
For the truth hidden in
The hearts and minds he
Can decipher

Thus

Brute honesty can prevail 
Over embellished utterances masterminded 
By 
The diplomatic conscious  


 © Demetrios Trifiatis
     07 MAY 2013



  


Details | Free verse | |

Deep Purple Dreams Of Calico- And You

                                        *~ Deep Purple Dreams Of Calico And You  ~*
                                                       by anne p murray



Your image appears…
     through a purple-hued haze of silence
weaving its whispered magic spell
     while you re-connect the strings of my heart 

You go about undressing my soul
     as I watch your image drift in my celibate reality
I witness the melody play its lonely tune
     But…
It is absent of the warmth of touch
     for it's only your image I see…
my heart's held hostage by the cry of the songbird 

My unknown lover…
     kidnapped- by the makers of dreams and fantasies
experiencing the uncertainty
     of the child that lies sleeping deep within

Alone…
    with the clever artists of dreams and visions
encountering the forever of my loneliness
    brushing off blurred images of repeated memories 
sleeping to be hugged-dreaming to be loved

Oh yes...
    I've dealt with kings, queens and dragonflies
in the dancing reverie of fragments of my reality
    gliding in and out of the dust of Heaven's stars
sprinkling me with their sweet purple dreams

They make their nightly visits into my fantasies, my thoughts...
    painted by the makers and weavers of dreams
Coming out of their secret, hidden places
    they silently reveal their amethyst, painted masterpieces
lightly kissed in dewy, lavender scented bliss 
    softly swaddled in dream woven swathes...
of deep purple dreams of calico - and you   
 
                                                                  *~*


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Believe in Yourself

 
Believe in Yourself
By Anoush Harrison-Jackson
 
 
Believe in YOURSELF
Believe in YOURSELF
Believe in YOURSELF!!!
When everyone and I mean EVERYONE tells you NO, whisper softly to yourself YES.
When friends and family tell you stop wasting your time, tell them you are only preparing for SUCCESS.
Believe in YOURSELF
Believe in YOURSELF
Believe in YOURSELF!!!
Do not quit
Do not give in to that lethargic feeling that tells you that you are a loser.
“Oh no, you are NOT!”
You are a winner, so take courage.
It takes courage to even try.
It takes courage to compete.
It takes courage to complete.
So do not give in.
Take stock.
Take risk.
Take chances
And
Believe in yourself
Success is just a thought away.
 


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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.


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PROCRASTINATION

 it's best done later and not now

tomorrow will be perfect i can vow

Why yoke yourself like a laden cow?

 

The cloud is heavy and ready to snow

Be merry with life and take it real slow

And in observing the cloud u didn't sow

 

Alas the seed dies with its great potential

buried with a would have been credential

The plan became an aborted mission

Because procrastination stole the vision


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Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love


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a prime rose

The weakened soft thoughts lay humble 
within future coats 
a darkened past tracks scampered shines 
forth a morning of immortal moved elements 
it will bring away 
a prime love can't be replaced 
and thus it comes 
a very open hide light of it's first sight 
in pursued windows of no time 
sun anyway goes down and hot as hell 
by age 
gray visions,left behind in desire, 
revealed 
delicious empty shades of dawns 
filds or doors 
just dusk doors 
and spilled life only are 
these present words 


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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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A grand slam



An applaud in negative
In writing or voluble,
Appreciate one must
To further spring up,
A poetic grand slam !

Sarcastic comments
Take digs at you,
Aggressive remarks
The missiles,
To drop you dead !

Throwing a frisbee
Beyond reproach,
Reprimand,
Rebellion,
Give or do battle !

A censure, 
Although Depreciates ,
Distresses and Disheartens,
Repel depression,
Essentiates introspection !

Be factualistic,
Don't divagate,
Be dianoetic,
Argue and analyse,
Put on a thinking cap !




Written on 5/5/14
Contest- slamming battle - 1
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Feel The Love

Diving deep, into the void, within
Washing, cleansing, myself clean
Trusting without expectation
Letting go of, what I am familiar with
Allowing the divine, infinite spirit to guide me
Teaching me how to live
Growing inside my heart and mind
Larger than my mind’s ego
As I consciously shed light, upon my self created burdens
Lighting up, my made up fears, my mind has believed, all these years
All the mistakes I have made, now become my greatest blessings
Showing me how to love, without attachment
Discovering, who I truly am


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breathe, suffocate


velvet tears slip down my cheek.

a gentle cry.

and the wet drops seep in the corners of my mouth

until

my lungs are full of my own salty, crystalline tears,

bringing buoyancy to boats that sail inside my veins.

as a rule, I try not to cry.

if a single tear is shed, who is to say that another will not follow?

compelling the rest to join

until I’ve immersed myself in the sea I’ve incepted,

and soon

all I see are the opalescent peaks of water colliding with my skin.


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Puberty

Puberty
Pull his pants down not his teeth. He believes he is defeating me. All I want is for him to be neat. Pull his pants down not his teeth. Old ladies are standing in the street. Cat and Jessie is talking to each. I wonder why they begin to preach then I heard all say “Pull his pants down not his teeth.”
_________________________________
PENNED ON AUGUST 10. 2014!


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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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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 


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Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne

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


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Braid Hairs

Why are you so devilishly addicting?
I come back from you,
It looks like I'm on drugs:
High and drunk,
Out of my mind.
The demons inside us braid hairs
Until we're peaceful meadows apart,
Nuclear wars together.


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Mirrors Age

As morn braces against the emptiness of night
And cock crows echo in waves of yellow light

Fallen mixed colors brush along the coarseness’ of stone
As fall would have them, these leaves of gold

Age as time moving swiftly through coveted hope
Laid far along twisted roads, yearning there and then
to be not parted here, have alas a distance near

But what of it, who so best to have it, more!

I tire now on thinking further, 
and would love to simply settle
On piles of leaves bright along the way
To answer no more
to things that must stay

‘Cause with any wisdom here,
I would have experienced it there
On piles of leaves I will stay, and rest a time 
before another day

And should it be the last of things, then so be it,
for I would have had 
what it was before its last,
and what more can I ask -
to take on roads we can not stand


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FOX IN THE FABLE

Fox in the fable all cards on the table
My life fits well in Pandora's box
A heart refusing a steady beat
With confusion, it pounds and knocks

When to pay the piper
The fear I face everyday
Like man standing before a sniper
Whose about to have his head blown away

I've tried to play by the rules
but maybe these are words of a desolate fool

I sit before a screen exposing truths in me
For everyone to review and dissect
Could that imply I have
Very little self respect?

I've met with every obstacle
For many years endured in silence real pain
But I no longer choose to
Walk in acid rain

I've become the obtuse
Refusing to continue living life as a recluse
Putting words to good use and
Send a STRONG MESSAGE to those
Who mentally and physically abuse

Harsh as it may seem
He who falters must redeem
A world filled with enmity
And divisions of seed

May the Lord not deafen
His ears to the pleas
Of humanity, cause we are
Lost without his infinite mercies


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A Day In The News

Who hit it big: and who got snub!

The Oscar nomination is in 
Who got snub and who won?

Would the world become a better place?
When a father can take his son to the park
     Before dark without all gun fire;

Life can take us anywhere, but no matter where we go
Let pray that isn’t an outbreak of the flu,  
To make us stay indoor with all the aches 
and pain behind closed doors

Intensify and scary; as it may seem until Quvenzhané Wallis 
9-Year-Old youngest best actress nominee,
 In Hollywood nomination history:  won her first trophy

Just when you thought everything was going great
Hundreds of whales trapped under the frozen water near Canada:  
Mother Nature is definitely trying to tell us something.

 To believe that it was warmer in that part of that region:
  a  confused school of whales;
     Had to bailed
 
Ben Laden death photo may stay secret
Why not reveal it?

It might be better off saving the one horn Rhino
Or debating the value of a family dog in Texas

One more day in a verse in the news




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Un Uncontrolled Passion And Unquenchable Desire

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An Uncontrolled Passion and Unquenchable desire!


An uncontrolled Passion and unquenchable desire,
Will lead your soul to an
uncontrollable fire!

This will lead to an unquenchable flame.
Things in your life will never again
be the same!

The passions and urges that led you down this path.
Will not spare your soul from Satan's awful wrath.

He will not spare you of what your longs to have.
No matter what you hold on to.
No matter what you grab!

All the counseling in the world could never take away.
The sin you have in your heart.
No matter what others say!

The uncontrollable urges that seem to burn from within.
Are now causing you grief,
in your life, once again!

The only power that can cleanse and wash you clean...
Is the blood of Jesus!  He is God!
 And can do ANYTHING!

Won't you seek his help?  Won't you reach out
and take his hand?
Everything you're gong through...
He already understands!

Whatever you're holding on to.
Whatever person you may be...
Only the blood and power of Jesus
can totally set you FREE!

Please come Lord Jesus and restore
our lives with your grace!
It's only in you, dear Jesus,
that we have a "resting place."

Thank you Jesus for helping us to receive
fulfillment inside.
By your love and forgivenss...
There's nothing more to hide!

By Jim Pemberton    05/11/13







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Discovering Love

What is this? This way I feel?
I've never felt before
A desire for a love to heal
A heart so cold and sore

Out with the old
And in with the new
To my past love, I never told
But I'm happy at the chance to meet you

Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming
In my heart, so many feelings assembling
So much beauty in so many faces
Spread across the world, in a million different places

I want someone to hold dear by my side
Each and every night
To be there when I want to hide
And tell me everything's alright

Meet someone with their heart so open, their eyes so wide
Who reminds me of the one I lost
To pick up the pieces, while to my life revive
And breathe love's warm fires on a heart of frost

She's out there somewhere, thinking of me
As I am of her
Just a blank face in our minds
For which our hearts slowly burn

Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming
In my heart, so many feelings assembling
So much beauty in so many faces
Spread across the world, in a million different places

And my past love will do the same
Meet someone kind, and new
Know he'll grow to love her name
Just as I did, and still do

What will come of them, I'll wonder
Pray she finds happiness beyond compare
Under the sun, rain, and thunder
But to share these feelings with my new love, I wouldn't dare

Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming
In my heart, so many feelings assembling
So much beauty in so many faces
Spread across the world, in a million different places


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Stand up with me

( this is my way to bring out what i see and what i object to ... the happenings in the state of Goa )
 
When strange lands begin to unfold And pathways commence to get green and fold All the thoughts we held up in hope Now gone up in smoke Please stand up with me!! (to the real estate mafia.. not all builders) When the naked tunes of glum hilarity fill up the air, The cacophony of eight notes in the eardrums blare, All the thoughts we held up in hope Now gone up in smoke Please stand up with me!! ( the many bhavans and academys) When the scribbling on the wall, Will be the last call All the thoughts we held up in hope Now gone up in smoke Please stand up with me!! (a portion of the fourth estate) When the ageless form will break up the glass, Seven years of bad luck will come in en mass All the thoughts we held up in hope Now gone up in smoke Please stand up with me!! ( to some of the so called environmentalists) When the sky will not itself clear Our sights will be blinded to long way from here All the thoughts we held up in hope Now gone up in smoke Please stand up with me!! (To some of the politicians of goa) When the worms crawl out of the torn can Brain drains itself and ruptures itself like a self destruct plan All the thoughts we held up in hope Now gone up in smoke Please stand up with me!! ( the traitors who under value Goa) When the cold from the ice, Will itself pay the price All the thoughts we held up in hope Now gone up in smoke Please stand up with me!! (the bars, shacks, hotels who overcharge to make a fast buck ) When the ore form the Goan mines, Will persuade the lawmakers the rules to redefine All the thoughts we held up in hope Now gone up in smoke Please stand up with me!! ( the suffering middle class & the people depending indirectly on mining ) All the thoughts we held up in hope Now gone up in smoke Please stand up with me!! ( People of Goa)


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little pale lies


sometimes, i get a wave of sadness over me.

i love you, and i want to be with you,

but

you deserve someone

a little less neurotic

and

a little more normal.

someone who is honest when she whispers, “I’m so happy”

under the covers.

you make me happy.

but you shouldn’t have to change me like that.


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What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    


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needles and pins


I can’t survive without the rush of an impulsive swallow or an impersonal touch.

I’m fueled by the adrenaline I get solely through sex and drugs, driving while high and chasing danger.

Piercing my skin with needles and pins,

willing to feel the worst to feel anything


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Sleepless nights


Sleepless nights Wherein Black velvet sky festoons solemnly my brooding words, Exudes gloom from my mindly nib, drowned in woes two thirds. Sharp shrillness of many of my lingering thought, Shatter silence of stillness that dusk had on to me brought. Grief laden clouds quiver with culpable guilt, Blue starry skies shiver around the moon’s curves laden with forlorn silt. Tonight I write about my past in melancholy laced lines, About my ceaseless love for her and her conditional love for me at times…. Solitary nights like the one tonight, Has stored within itself, deep memories like flashing lights. Nostalgia sewn within its brimming self, Of holding her in my arms, my warm embrace her body engulfs. Her conditional love for me and my ceaseless love for her at all times, Lure the emotions out tonight, to write the melancholy stewed lines. As I sit here all senses alive to listen to the great black night, Sans her beside me, tears trickle down filling the beady grass beds and dull my sight. The shattered silence of the night all dark, Resonates in my head no more, but my heart leaves a deep bruised scar and a mark. A quaint sound of lament I faintly hear, From a distance it seems like an echo of my bleeding heart all unclear. My soul curses me as never before, As its mate it has lost and has only me to deplore…. Places I go glare at my searching eyes with fervor, Look out for her as though I wish to go to her. And my heart too joins the fray, And both of them conspire for me to seek her any which way. But now as I no longer love her, That’s a truth that my mind and my heart must concur. As I sit and speak to myself, the dew drips on to the leaves, Tell tales in the silence as the wind touching my voice as it grieves. like my kisses of before, she is now another’s, Her dreamy eyes, her warm weatish body, her heart, her joyous smile, Her sweet body scent, her warm breath that spreads a mile Are now not for me but for another……………. I love her no more but maybe I yearn for her love, But unknown to myself I seek her love somehow!!! Filled with nostalgic emotions of our sweet oneness I can barely raise my eyebrows to see us together in my mind’s eye. I hope this is the last dart cupid has shot at me, And this is the last verse I pen for her to see But sleepless nights,they keep coming to me, Have to bear the pangs as I have no where to flee Sleepless nights………………….


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I Am A Spark Of Life

A spark of life
Fire in my belly
Giving what I have
Serving you
Honouring, who I truly am
Loving you, in return


Details | Senryu | |

12-21-12

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


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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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Ignorance meets Insanity

Seriousness settles in, like an old friend
Seriousness spreads like a disease
Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process 
Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away
Our wonder in life, diminishing
Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness!

Days and years, rolling into one
Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring
“What day is it?”
“Don’t smile or your face might crack!”
Judgemental, cantankerous!
Pompous attitudes, of modern day man

Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what’s familiar
Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness!
The mind focused on its self created drama’s
Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world
Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside
The past lives on, the present forgotten 
What was once important, now, left on the back burner
Hard headed, victim orientated
Righteous, self absorbed
Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness

Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand
Becoming, our best friends
The vampire suckers of vitality
Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams
Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way
Lost, amongst the thick of it
Not knowing any different
Everything becoming an illusion
Seeing things as it should be
In our own little universe, no one else’s!

Entrapment of the mind
Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant
Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease
Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love
Numb, to the outside
Numb, on the inside
Desensitized!
Going crazy!
Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation
Ignorance meets insanity!


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A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine

The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging

My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn

My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark

It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home 
To improve her new teaching career

The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned

My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine

The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core

I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye

The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb

But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back

There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past

If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown

There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce

Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast

Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how

Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know


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I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


Details | I do not know? | |

Timeless

Many speak of courage and the dragons that they meet

But what of the dragon within, deep within the deep

A beast so terrifying, it’s made many a strong man weep

No flames bursting from its maw

Instead a song so captivating it lulls you to sleep

All other dragons are scales in its hide

One must enter its lair alone and bow at its feet

You must respect its power before you draw your sword

Because once you stab its heart you in turn pierce your own

Mustering this kind of courage is no easy feat

By killing the dragon you also kill yourself

You are reborn in the womb of wombs

You awake to the world humbled and renewed

For it's embracing the truth of this beast
That allows you the clarity to recognize peace


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Hold On To You

Why am I so selfish?
Why do I live for the wrong things?
I am dying inside
Because I refuse to see the light.
I need to say yes,
But I still haven't learned that yet.
I am a fool,
And I am hurting you.
If I would let go of myself,
I would hold on to you.


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Exist in Dreams

A dream that dances in waves, and mirrors all you do
So you dance, and hope that some day the song will come from you
This dream is all that exists, and all you’ve ever known
The song is picking up speed, so it’s follow or fail alone

A flame that flickers in sync with the shadows by your side
The rain puts out the light, and causes you to hide
This nightmare is all that exists, and all you’ve ever known
But this song still hasn’t stopped, and so you dance alone

You cherish sand on the banks of a path winding through a storm
This desert trail is all that you see; too blinding to look beyond
This path is all that exists, and the only way to go
Holding close the sand as you sing, just so you’re not alone

The sand is part of the storm that makes you close your eyes
But now the wind starts to slow, and the scenery makes you cry
This life is all that exists, and the only way to go
The sand falls through your hands, and you carry on alone

A love that blooms into being beneath the darkest skies
Is a life that will venture out despite the lonely nights
So scared, but so unafraid to find what you need to be
Despite the fear that prevails, and tells you what to see

The flames steady and still, and a shadow kneeling down
The rain cleansing your heart as all your fears drown
The sand creating a path, and shielding you from pain
And now, with the wind at your back, you remember why you came

To dream a light shining out for all the world to see
To be more than you think, and beyond all that will be
To create a desire to be the creators of our dreams
To become the mirror of self, and reflect our unity


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TIME ANEW

TIME ANEW
(When we celebrate the coming of the New Year, we have to keep in mind...)  

Time,
My best friend,
My worst enemy,
To my child you gave birth and 
My parents you took away,

Happiness is your gift
Suffering is your doing
You took the bride to church and
To cemetery you led the widow  

Love with you it grew in me
So did her sister, hate
To spirit you brought ecstasy and
To the heart abhorrence  

Success came with you
Failure likewise
You made me proud to feel and
Also to feel ashamed
BUT
Each time you come ANEW
Jubilantly I celebrate
For unconditionally I LOVE YOU 
Because I am your CHILD! 

©Demetrios Trifiatis
  01 January 2013


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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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Refusing To Listen

Everyone telling me where to go:
Turn left,
Turn right.
I don't even know who to listen to anymore;
I don't even know who I am anymore.
God, please speak to me
And tell me where to go
And show me what to do
Because Your voice is drowning out in the madness
Or maybe I am just refusing to listen.


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The Mirror

Sunshine shoots through the windows and fills the house with grace,
Ricochets around the room and finds my weathered face.

Standing at a mirror I see refracted light
On wrinkles, lines and eyes of mine reflected to my sight.

The youth that once looked back at me
Has gone – I know not where – in vain I search the glass, and find: No … it isn’t there.

Instead I see the wrinkles – they are stress of many years
Produced in times of doubt and my unfounded fears.

My eyes see lines and furrows as they track across my face
Hard times are buried there as my eyes complete the trace.

At the corners of my eyes I see: a pair of old “crows feet”
They’re etched there forever from those times my life was sweet.

A lifetime full of memories comes bouncing off the glass
A memory consumes me - as I feel still more time pass.

In the Winter of a lifetime, my memories come to play
Oh, thank God I have them – pray they never go away.

I turn from my glass mirror – that used to be my friend
As thoughts of those reflections I try to comprehend.

My face - it is my diary of experience I’ve had
And then I tell myself: “You know … those lines …
      they really aren’t so bad.”


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My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...



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Pointed Ponderings

Day in, and day out, from the ripe old age of five,
I’ve take to sharp objects and whittled at their sides.

Lancing pristine white paper with brazen blue veins,
it was quite impossible for me to abstain.

Day in, and day out, from the egg to the cane,
with old age beaconing and more of the same.

Lancings lingering images on pages of fading memories...
perhaps they're dreams these blue traceries,

As impossible as it seems, impossible, and often strained? 
I wonder would it have been best for me to simply have abstained?



Details | Senryu | |

Lollapalooza Drive-in

carry you a tune                                                                                                            I have to bring my bucket                                                                                            ice but what the Eh 	


Details | Rhyme | |

I Once Loved to Tell Others of Jesus

I Once Loved to Tell Others Of Jesus!

I once told others of Jesus!
 As a young boy...
Witnessing for Christ,
Is what I enjoyed!

I told others of a time to repent...
I loved to talk about Jesus,
  wherever I went!

As the years went by,
And I grew old.
The things of God, I had no longer told.

A coldness in my life, began to brew.
Even God’s word… I no longer knew.

I only talked about God to
 people in the church.
In my heart, was a hunger
 for a new search.

A search to return to Jesus! My lost love!
I fell on my knees! And cried to God above.

 I began to confess, to God, everything!
A new love for him I knew he would bring.

I began to feel his love come all over me.
The chains were now gone! I was set free!

If a coldness for Jesus dwells in you.
Remember his love is faithful and true!

Please come to Jesus! 
And be cleansed within!
And experience the joy of being born again!

By Jim Pemberton


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long days of the past

i speak trouble yes
i speak trouble
late night rumble
very quiet mumble
summertime symptoms
slipped in subtle
suddenly i want to see
the warmth right before
the crunching of some autumn leaves
too hot at noon, makes the warmest evenings
writing on walls, illegal to draw
remind me of nights, all fear was small
bliss and inner peace
abundant as dinner treats
everyday i made away
with darker skin, and dirty feet
heart disease not bittersweet
park and freeze like little creeps
when passerby, might quantify
activities, helping secrets to keep
no such trouble yes
no such trouble
all the wonder, many lovers
i wrestled and played with shovels
pedestrian and landlord
i rummaged through the rubble
pasta without sauce, and gallons of tap water
vaporizing sacred flowers
that smell of exotic jungles
worries never entering
my vision like a tunnel
fleeting as a hummingbird
never ashamed to cuddle
never new a softer word
never cared for struggle
running free to paradise
cause my license priced had doubled
delighted to ride a bike
rain reason not to huddle
traveled all i sought to see
carpool or a shuttle
impermanence just a word
pouring down the funnel



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The World Needs You, Lord

The world needs You, Lord;
We all need You too.
Alone, we battle and fall apart,
But we live joyful freedom with You:
Created anew in Your perfect image;
Saved,
Loved,
Changed,
In Your Holy Name!
We pray,
Amen!


Details | Senryu | |

The Great Illusion

The great illusion Is a bright and shining thing Known as happiness


Details | ABC | |

Inquisition poetry 101


I stopped to stool siphon sip on a cool blue 
circumstance in the means between the in 
times loath listening to complacent
poetic prostitutional practices of stir my friends 
ego echoes doing the same f. u. c. k. e. d.
favor dance for me when I ego envy enter 
exist your contra content littered with
manic moronic mentaloronic maladies
of entrance entrocities. Lining words
pentamhextamater, rich rhyme, cleaveage crotch
clearance, colic c.u.n. t. coffiure
frantic fascist frames, abounding with 
wok out at me sillo sounds
composite of cruel crisp compound
cumulo capsules of I, me, mine
mousy miniscules in drop dreamy
lovelorn lostlust learned
limitations lauded longevity living
linguistic liquidlovelorn light
leaking lanterns, which bequeath 
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enough alone when yr tackless 
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So, my wordful children of BS, when writing yr so called pitypoetry,
devoid of dream dance diminutives coinciding correctly with wrenching wraps
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Build before u bridge buldge
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Decide before u dildo dick tate
Engulf before u evo enevelop
Fragment before u fracture fantasize
Grasp before u geno germinate
Hallucinate before u hasty hippocrate
Initialize before u initiate
Jackulate before u Jillulasm
Literate before u laud luminate
Mentor before u mirror menstruate
Nurtuate before u neuro negate
Obliviate before u oogle obligate
Postulate before u priest present
Question before u quotionent quest
Recreate before u radical resonnate
Saturate before u semen sacrlidge
Tintalate before u trick translate
Utilize before u usurp ugly 
Victory before u vile vanquish
Want before u willful waste
X-turn right @ W follow the X signs
Yuletides before u yell yeildtides
Zeusotide before u zonk zerozilchotones. 
 
 


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Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






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The Human Seasons: Elements At War and Peace, Part III

                                                                  3.

Wrapped close, in implacable, bitter embrace,
The winter grips the land and holds it immobile,
The cat upon its mouse.

Stripped bare and glazed with stony ice
Ashudder beneath a slatecloud sky
That drops its snow in a hush of crowding dimness,
A white leaden mantle
Is lain over empty fields, piling 'round the trunks of skeletal trees
Standing soberly and waving their bony branches in the frozen air
The twilight days light a world now comatose,
Drawn in against the cold and huddled like 
Some invalid giant shorn of all his strength,
Lying stretched half slain across the firmament
Gazing into nothing with a distant blank stare
As scattered carrion birds wheel against a wan canvas,
Waiting.

Those two in their little house circle 'round as well,
Moving without purpose through the events of their lives
As the cold outside seeps into the rooms
Invading their thoughts
To make them tremble
Shaken in the blindness of their desperation,
And though the fire blazes orange-warm in the hearth,
Defending this inside space from the day's deep gloom,
Autumnal sorrows have collected in the silence
And worn their hearts weary with cares,
And thus the spirit's wounds have festered and widened,
Filling with the poison of despair.

Soft sparks the glow of the fire makes in his tired eyes,
Reflecting wild fears that her love is lost;
They dance in his mind, stabbing with a pain
That knows no cure.

Long the time he just looks at her,
This life that chose to be with him always,
And he sees that
Whatever
The hurt that came between,
He cannot bear that she leave him 
Condemned to go on without her,
Alone.

Her thoughts for him are much the same,
Though she says it not.
Yet when at last he reaches out across the table
And takes her hand in his,
She looks up, and for one long moment
They two become the lone human pair
In all of space and time,
And in one another's moist crystalline gaze
They read a deep sweet tale 
In a language without words.

          Something melts,
                                       And something breaks

In that moment when she gently folds 
Her delicate fingers over his,
Looking down again with a schoolgirl smile
Spreading irresistable over her face.

Outside, in the blackness of the star-shot night,
Ice cracks
And waters run clear beneath the snow.


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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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Imbalance

Imbalance
 
Was it worth it I say to you my Lord?
The agony and the despair in a group.
Right and wrong define a mega-loop.
Some are enthralled others are bored.
 
Some balanced to strike a right chord.
You give you take with one big whoop.
I see and I blend like a homemade soup.
I adjust and readjust daily with a sword.
 
Sometimes I just want to run away,
But where would I go, you’d follow.
I scream kick and shout just to stay.
But then you’ll get way too hollow.
 
So I am damned if I do and damned if I do not.
So I tip my hat to imbalance and cast you a lot.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2008
 


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Without You



Without you,

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

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

Without you


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a journey to begin

my ticket leaves thursday,
these 21 years here will not.
the too long, you can't list
rockstar memories with the guys will stay,
 for we are landing in LA. 
I know my move is 
needed 
I am leaving behind no wish for salvation

for I have always found myself 

I move my presence to 
land, where the ocean and swaying
trees' brings a spring to my step. 

this mind can adapt anywhere
throw me to the dessert 
and I will think 
throw me in a cage
and I will think 

 what a gift,
sometimes a dagger,
others a white swan
floating on a lake 


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Nevermore

We do not compare to one another.
My skin is the coal the people used.
Your skin is the powder the flappers adore.
My soul is deep and my heart is pure.
Pure as white!
Your soul is shallow and your heart is dark.
Darker than the skin my poeple hold.

We may not compare, but you are my brother.
Not by blood
or by class.
We are fused-
fused by lives we live and the past we lived 
We are connected forevermore. 

There was a master and he was cruel. 
The crakel of the whip was the electric shock of my greats.
There was no hope for the slave that cried.
There was no voice for the slave that would not hide.

Flight was the tantalizing thought.
The slave hadn't a chance to live in flight or freedom.
Their was only the need to fight.
Fight to live and fight to breathe.
Those greats so far down kept on fighting.
They kept on preserving.
They had their beauty that could never be touched.

White Man, White Man listen to me. 
I was the coal that was used.
I was the coal that was taken from its home.
I was the coal that was discarded and given freedom.

The flappers are young and they love their powder.
You will be used and you will become the slave.
I am the coal that is free.
You are the powder that is used.

My beauty will never will fill a white mans body. 
Too much has been seen and too much has been lived.
No white can hold ?my? strength and no white can hold ?my? beauty.
They are mine and forever will be.

My soul is deep and my heart is pure. I shall not be condemed to this life no more.


Details | Quatrain | |

I Don't Know What To Do With My Life

When that feeling rushes in-
I don't know what to do with my life-
I need to search from within
And look up toward the light.


Details | Free verse | |

FINDING WISDOM

I look in the mirror afraid to blink
Refusing to believe the image
Staring back at me is me
Wondering if this is the only thing 
Anyone else sees
Dark brown hair
Slowly fading to shades of gray
A shell that once cradled curvy hips
Now slums and hides through elastic strips.
Vibrant eyes that once gleamed 
No longer quick
Convictions laid at rest
A tired body that can attest to
How mind boggling self image truly is
Beauty isn't the curve
Where the leg is forced to rest on
Nor is it defined by the ogling of
An overexposed chest
True beauty is the story behind 
The image; The quiet resilience 
That truth we hide and refuse to embrace
I lost my youth but found my wisdom
Because I know what matters most
Now, I am simply a woman
Each and everyone of us is beautiful in our own way


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Hypocrite

I am a hypocrite and look what I just did:
I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again.
I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said;
Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head.
God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. 
I love You.
I thank You.
I am forever changed.


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Forward Observer

In a cold dark damp jungle on a line he now calls home,
Sits the Forward Observer, waiting for orders, observing the enemy all alone.
Enemy trying to find his position; to terminate his view.
He'll sit in silence for hours, to guide the direction for a military move.
No sleep, no fire, COLD;  bitter cold Korean jungle. 
Slow moves;  that command approves.
Watchful eyes;  always looking for the sniper's
The sniper always trying to end your day, your life; your way, back to your family.
Slither like a snake they said during training to do this job.
Slow and calculated because every move could be your last. 
seconds into minutes; minutes into hours; hours into days 
and still no replacement, to take this chill away.
Silence becomes your friend.
Time becomes a loss,
Cold damp surroundings, become your only boss. 
F.O. they call me;  both sides abhor me! 
because I'm the one that rains down fire,
on the line as only I can see it.
Some call me God, others call me satin, 
it all mixes in the middle as a Forward Observer station.


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All That's Sure Is the Season

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Living Sea

 Her eyes gaze upward and witness
 The bluest sky of some she has seen,
 Issuing forth strength to her weakening soul,
 Pure, warm - a living sea;
 A towering terrain she plants her feet,
 A flowing stream to point her toward
 Realms beyond her simple child-like dreams.
 She captures a glimpse of sunlight’s smile,
 She sings a song of happiness,
 A faultless peace, a gift of love;
 Illumination creates merriment, and
 Dominates her soul,
 Disquiet and difficulty fade away,
 An age of joy will be her harbor,
 An age of love will keep her clothed,
 An age of rest will be her guest,
 Her spirit soars as sunlight washes ashore. 


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A Shooting Star

Love who you are;
You are a shooting star.
Shining high above the sky,
Your heart reaches out so far!


Details | Free verse | |

A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


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A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,

I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,

torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,

I refuse to bow.



My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...


Details | Rhyme | |

Happy New Year

As I look back upon another year gone by,
I can't help but remember the moments that changed my life:
The people, the faith that fueled this fire;
If I had to describe this year in one word: Inspired!


Details | I do not know? | |

Old Photo

Your flawless body
Those eyes, that hair
I see your picture
I stare and stare
I paid a price
I rolled the dice
I was so scared
But I didn’t know
Who I was
Or that what I needed
Was already there.
<3


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Still In Love With My Wife


Still In Love With My Wife...

My son came to me with 
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”
He said, “Daddy—are you still 
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when 
I was in her tummy?”

My eyes choked with tears; 
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”
“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you 
will always belong.”

I looked down and much to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my son's eyes.
He came running to me with arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.
I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.

His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.
I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 



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In Shallow Roots

We're here to love all God's people
No matter who they are.
Brightness still shines in shallow roots,
Even if the world thinks they've fallen too far.


Details | I do not know? | |

Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)


...Staggering, my vision cloudy,


I fall to the hard ground.


when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,


and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.



I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,


still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.



I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,


my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.



It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,


I summon the strength from deep within,


I rise, slowly, to face the day,


I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,


to drown,


for I am stronger now,


indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,


I stand, bruised and bloody,


still,


I stand,


I refuse, to sink, to drown,


for they can try, to punish me some more,


but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


;-)


Details | Free verse | |

half full half hungry peasants

Kings always rule
princes always marry,
jewels of royalty 
always glow through
castle windows

feasting and feasting,
plotting the next war scheme.

the poor smell the duck, the 
gravy.
peasants dream of 
beheading the commander 

souls onced plan to unite for a
cause larger than themselves,

that day is lost 

now we glorify their
stuffing feast

the feel of fitting in with them 
makes you warm inside like a 
shot 
of whiskey.
you are connected with the
fame and fortune; but never
invited to a ball 

tuning into your idols, 
forgetfull 
they have no recollection of 
who you are.
time is wasted on a 
meaningless mirage 

keeping the peasants happy, 
with their half eaten chicken 
breast


Details | Couplet | |

Nightwaves

Reflections of the day traverse
the thought patterns that could be worse.

A sleep that carries strange new dreams
or no sleep now's fated it seems.

Yet in the silent chill of night
you just may find some wise insight.

Of broken paths and reckless wants
the righteous one is that which haunts.

It takes away the need to feel
exacting pain which does reveal.

The message written on the wind
the only one you can rescind.

And when your destiny is clear
stand up erect and show no fear.

Go soft into the early light
and live this day with all your might.


Details | Quatrain | |

Complacent Conformity

Hollow hearts and empty minds
frozen as we turn.
Terror lies in what one finds
if he dare attempts to learn.
 
Another road is often best,
though traversed the very least.
And the tide of ignorance never crests,
but thrives on knowledge ceased.
 
To a rocky death with the herd,
you'll succumb to the insanity.
Just remember now my final word:
surrender destroys humanity.


Details | Grook | |

A Concept

Concept of two people living together For more than a good number of years Without having spoken a cross word It suggests a lack of spirit simply That got to be admired in fish only.
+++ **Inspired by the fish photo on the contest page April 11, 2014 Form : Grook Dr. Ram Mehta Tenth Place win Contest: Any Poem #20 by Linda, PD


Details | Lyric | |

Search For America

Written April 6, 2014


Pack up your things
Place them into boxes
And load them all into the car
Cause we're headed off in the morning
To sail off with the sunrise
And coast off into the night sky
Over open fields of rye and wheat
Through rain or shine
Snow or sleet we will find
Our way to a new home
We're off on our search for America

As days bleed into weeks
We're peacefully sailing 
With the wind on our cheeks
Rest your head, while I sail you can sleep
While I cruise under Pink Moons
You're dreaming to Astral Weeks
They remind us of home
But sound more and more foreign
As the rain keeps on pouring behind us
But the sun continues to shine on the 
horizon
As we continue on with our search for 
America


Details | Rhyme | |

Hands Awake

Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.

Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.

Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.

Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.

Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!

Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.

Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.

In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…

Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.

O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!


Details | Lyric | |

Of the Flesh

Overt flaccid appendage between
Oft daily covered thus rarely seen
Impure thoughts corrupt ere begin
My soul hearkens evermore to sin

Loathful orchis of life-giving seed
Oft discharged ere without need
Rigid organ of displeasure’s creed
In obdurate selfish gratifying greed

Without hope deceived by lurid lies
Oft priapic salutes not easily denied
Elicit visions ere my eyes confound
Soliciting lustful fantasies profound

Gesticulate orgasmic vessels of life
Oft nightly purveyor of carnal strife
Phallus erectus manipulative spawn
Coitus interruptus ere inerrant scorn

E’er inane lustful wayward flesh 
Oft petty wasteful juvenile request
Thy soul will through faith’s behest
Sin’s power shall this lost waif test

Intemperate desire innately revived
Oft gratuitous dreams ere contrived
Erotica’s promiscuity haply reborn
Insipid respite ephemeral mourned

Temptation’s casual incessant call
Oft disingenuous will not forestall
Evil’s intent to stealthily dissuade
Willful uprightness ne’er forbade

Inferred double-mindedness lives
Oft hidden only wearily forgives
Once enraptured freedom wanes
This broken spirit averse refrains

Death’s worrying promise abated
Oft victory seemingly invigorated
Yet hope ne'er assured is debated
As life is shamelessly eviscerated  

Till temperance’s finality revealed
Oft delinquent wound is repealed
Thine unseen spirit becomes one
My soul’s resistance is overcome

© Eugene Harvey


Details | Rhyme | |

Did You Ever Really Know

The minutes lunge forward,
the days plunge fast.
Months slip by so quickly,
many years define our past.
Will you remember me?

Soft skin turns a blemish,
tiny wrinkles begin to show.
Our youth violently perishing,
did you recognize or even know?
Will you remember us?

Health, wealth and wagers,
placing all bets on love alone.
With stakes too high to squander,
this constant fear of the unknown.
Will I ever reach you?

Admiration, honor and devotion,
always seems to come in last.
Guilt, fear and destruction,
destroying the finish line fast.
Will you ever put me first?

Be joyful, happy and merry,
how do I find the will to be so?
While years have gone,
and our lives moved on,
an empty void will forever grow.
Did you ever really know?


Details | I do not know? | |

For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



Details | Free verse | |

So Close, Yet So Far

It's like I'm there,
Standing behind a glass wall.
I've had a taste,
Just not the full platter.
I'm ready for the cake,
But all I have is batter.


Details | Terzanelle | |

Inspiration

Listen my poet, try to understand
Feel my breath as I whisper in your ear
I will try not to make a harsh demand

I will take you to places far and near
You can go places you have never been
Feel my breath as I whisper in your ear

Not listening would truly be a sin
Please do not ignore the message I bring
You can go places you have never been

Soar among the Eagles, let your soul sing
If you do it right, your words will survive
Please don't ignore, the message I bring

Through your writing you are truly alive
My gift your courage to do what you do
If you do it right, your words will survive

I am not a liar, I'll say what's true
Listen my poet, try to understand
My gift your courage to do what you do
I will try not to make a harsh demand


Details | Rhyme | |

Theme of the Pyramid Scheme

Creationist scientists who dig
with astro-paleontologists
As they seek the bones
Of australepithecus

Foretold in the Book of Leviticus
& the Dead Sea Scrolls
Sounded by the deadly tolls
From the bells

Harbored in the Vatican,
Those who mistake the accidents
For the sake of unholy laxatives
To be forced in controlling the pacifists

10% of your income,
& then some
The cross holds one
For ransom

It doesn't matter if your
Beautiful or handsome
Since, the endless chasms
Flood like restless cytoplasm

Induced by the
Phantom's iconoclasm
As the masses reduce
To being merely a bantam

Docile & trite,
This isn't right

What's done in the dark,
Must be brought to the light

Stand up, & fight
For the right,
Rise with all our might
& working through the nights

New World Order plights
Will never bring a fright

Fear no evil,
See no evil,
Speak no evil

They're all just weasels
Being painted on the easel

With the colors of greed & lust
Nobody to trust
But, yourself
As one must

In order to be just
With one & all
& all in one


Details | Light Poetry | |

Bullying ruin lives

Every day in school
They would pick on him
And threaten to kill his mom
If he reported them

The constant abuse 
And the physical attacks
For months he took it
And the teachers all turn their backs

The shame and humiliation
His peace of mind and sanity is gone
The hurt in his heart 
While the girl he likes helplessly looks on

The frustrations of the parents
Seeing their only child health decline
And the teachers who turn a blind eye
Telling them everything in school is fine

The attempt of suicide one night
When the father saw him with knife
Asking if he will go to heaven or hell
If he takes his own life

The tear of the kidney
For the force of the kicks and blows
The lost of appetite and weight
The suffering only he alone knows

But he did open his mind he said
I can’t got through another year like this
And when they were arrested then many
Told the press what they had witness

Today he is trying to get back his life
But his road is pave with bad memories
And sometimes he almost reaches the end
And then get scared of the shadows of the trees

Then he is right back where he started
And then he has to start again with frustration
Sometime lashing out at his parents and family
Trying to get some much need attention

Looking at him very quite sitting alone
Wondering what’s going on in his poor mind
And wishing to that one day god will
Bring him the peace he so much wants to find

He is a fighter and his will are very strong
Yes today he is along way from there
And I know that eventuality the time will come
His smile will return that has now disappear

The war must be over for now
But every day he has a battle to face
But in the end he will be victorious
And get back his life that has been misplace

So many kids has and are being bulled
And some are talking their own lives
For when you feel all hope is gone
Then it’s very hard to survive

They are sick and tired of the abuse,
and they little minds fought so hard, so very long,
And was just couldn’t make it
through the pain, and stayed strong.

I wish all students will look after the weak
The ones who are very quite and shy
And if the teachers and students do this
Then so many of our children will not have to die


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

When Life Crumbles

When Life Crumbles

when your life crumbles
an you're all alone
you're standing naked to the bone
what would you do

when your life falls apart
and you’re standing on quicksand
what do you do

when everything you worked for
blows away in the wind
what would you do

are you strong enough within 
to get it together 
and start all over again

do you believe in you
like God wants you too

life can change on a flip of a dime
there are no guarantees in life
it's between you and human strife
nothing replaces a faith within
you must believe in you
that’s the only thing that will get you through


Details | Free verse | |

The wicket-keeper

A lover I once knew, die today
he was alive yesterday
I never thought of him this way.
I never think about the rain 
Unless it flood my drains,
my driveway, my rose garden 
Or dampened my happy mood

Why would the death of my lover
Leave me so sad, and blue
Tender moment of affection: edgy days

Relationships have it up and downs
The past have been trouble: maybe I was wrong, 
Probably he was right: however here tonight

A lover I once knew passed away today
My old lover the wicket-keeper: 
The one I uses to love the most: an distant lover


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Plan for Marriage


There’s a truth that remains since 
the beginning of time.
God created man and woman, 
 with marriage in mind.

From the dust of the ground,
Adam was formed.
From his side came Eve.  A new life was “born!”

God’s design for marriage became 
very evident and clear…
If not for Adam and Eve,
 none of us would be here!

Marriage is a blessing from God.  
A gift from God above.
A man and a woman come together
 as an expression of their love.

Anything different than one man 
and woman is perverted.
This is a lie from our culture that
 is trying to be “inserted.”

God gave us all a natural love 
with a strong ambition.
To come as a husband and wife 
is a God given intention!

Read from the books of Genesis
 thru Revelation…
God’s idea of marriage is
 for any person or nation.

Many can try to change what God
 has already designed.
It’s no wonder why so many have 
“confused” minds.

Let’s come back to God and
 trust him with our life!
The one who set up marriage as; 
“one husband and one wife!”

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Lyric | |

I Gave You Right Back

I remember when you gave yourself to me,
But I gave you right back.
Because I couldn’t stop hurting you,
And I hated doing that.
I can’t be selfish as I wanna be,
and much as I need your touch.
I can’t have that follow me.
Enough just might be enough.

But love comes all the way back around,
I didn’t know you then and I don’t know you now.

Hearts beat,
Trust me,
I asked mine to stop beating aloud.
Tears are dreams,
That have to flee,
Cause they’d been cast out. 
And smiles speak,
Yours talks to me,
But I replied with a frown.
Cause I can’t keep this up,
Enough is now enough.
Don’t look for me I’m gone now.


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | Rhyme | |

God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | I do not know? | |

for Gary Moore

for gary moore...

...ain't nothing but the blues

talkin' sweltering licks

screaming through flaming hues

reaching deep, deep into that wandering soul

of devilish chords on those walkways of paris

strutting and strumming, never taking a mere stroll

so though your time here and now may be up 

and though your moments here and now may be through

forgive me for borrowing your words again

cos' we still got the blues for you...


Details | Free verse | |

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WIND

Against the indigo velvet skies 
The sweetly scented nightly breeze 
Sends leaves falling, rustling 
Allowing moonlight thru the trees  
 
Through curtains softly billowing 
The moonlight steals its furtive glance 
Flirting with silky ebony shadows
Performing their nightly ritual dance 
 
On the other side of the wind 
Whispers softly echo in her mind 
Beckoning her… 
To listen to their voice 
Telling her his love she’ll surely find  
 
The wind chimes in spiral curves 
A moment that’s timeless stirs her soul 
To a crystalline awakening in her heart 
Welcoming imbuing intrusions to console 

In quiet moments she breathes him in 
His hand in hers, feelings linger 
A graceful dance to walk a path 
Feeling his  touch upon her fingers 

A trail of tears tinged with sighs 
Thoughts of him entrench the dark 
A restless soul needing warmth 
In quiet moments he invades her heart 
Will she find him once again… 
On the other side of the wind?         


Details | Rhyme | |

Thank You Lord for Helping Me


Thank you Lord, for helping me to see… I need much more of you and less of me! Thank you lord, for helping me to understand... You are faithful! And won’t let go of my hand! Thank you lord, for being close by my side! You’re with me! And pushed my enemies aside! Thank you Lord, for being there to help me! It’s all because of how much you love me! Thank you lord, for answering my prayer! You’re someone who always listens and cares! Thank you Lord, for your many blessings! Your gift of love, I don’t want to be missing! Thank you lord, for what you’re going to do! I want everyone to know, how I appreciate you! Thank you lord, for eternal life you’ve given! My sins are gone! I’ve been forgiven! With YOU in my life, what more can I say? You’ve given me hope and brightened my day! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Towards Maturity

Within my life much,
if not most of my time been spent
and as time makes no delay
I make haste for where my joy went.
I look back, so not forgotten
all the things that shaped me so,
try to make most of the present
but the future its fruits to show.

I guess I could complain
but then who's ascribed the blame?
surely I had to decide
where to go from where I came.
I've not always done whats best
but refute any regret,
looking forward to what may
cross my path and still be met.

Many questions still to be,
many answer's still unsought
but in all uncertainty,
only hope my eye has caught.
Since I am not the worst off
nor even close to best,
I am not closest to failing
and much further can I press.
seeking way to better me
and to live my life in truth
I now put my trust in God
who has known me b'fore youth.


Details | I do not know? | |

I am not Jesus

What was up with all that *****with the keys?
The weed?

The transfer of seed?

Undone,
-Not unlike me

I come into a tree
And randomly free myself of my street

I come up on a beat 
And leak out my literal leaf

And ache at the pillory awaiting the generation of me

I don’t want nothin’ bad to happen
But what does one trigger hand have in battle?

I would rather the peace be kept
And my life be given instead

I would rather a dead man be kept
Than his resurrection come once again

I would hate heaven to see me
When I curse at people who don’t see me

I would adapt to anothers kin
If he didn’t feel the need to always resurrect them…


Details | Rhyme | |

Three Hebrew Men Were Thrown Into the Fire


There were three Hebrew men with one desire.
They served the true God!  And were cast into the fire!

King Nebuchadnezzar ordered them to bow to a false idol.
But they made up their minds
 to serve the God of the Bible!

He ordered them thrown into the furnace so hot!
But there was a lesson here, that was to be taught!

As he looked in…  He couldn’t believe 
what he saw!
He had seen the living son of God, after all!

At this sight, his words broke and his body trembled!
The Hebrews were unharmed!
No matter how hot the fire was kindled!

He called them out, yelling for them one by one.
He knew they had a visit from God’s holy son!

He looked!  And their bodies weren’t even burned!
They trusted their God! And had no reason for concern!

This same God who rescued the three Hebrew men…
Is the same God who can rescue you from sin!

Though the “fires of life, may be “hot and burning.”
It’s in the direction of God… 
That you need to be turning!

The living son of God would like to visit you today!
Won’t you listen to the words of life, he has to say?

He is the true God!  The king of kings is he!
And invites you to be with him!  For all eternity!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Verse | |

DILIGENCE

DILIGENCE
Humanity Faithful in their beliefs Respires {Note:These are Our Inner Strength Factors: 1. Veracity 2. Uprightness 3. Candor 4. Diligence} _________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 22, 2014!


Details | Free verse | |

Living the Dream

I am living the dream.
I stand here today,
Cannot believe what I am about to say,
But I am living the dream.
At times, it's tough
And it is not always easy.
I might be condemned
For choosing this path in life;
Some may think it's too bag of a risk.
When we give it our all,
Our passion and our might,
We can overcome and forget the fear
To become who we are meant to be.
I stand here today,
Another tear ready to wipe away:
You can do all you aspire to do!
Set your mind and never give up!
If I can do it,
You can too!
I can't believe I'm about to say this,
But I am living my dreams.
I am living the dream.


Details | Free verse | |

Goosebumps

I stayed there, for too long
in the cruel arms of a sunset
that had forgotten I was there.
Its wink slowly cast an itchy
blanket over the hope I had found
in blue skies; My skin reached upward,
blistered by the groan of mortality’s tick.
There is little time to waste.
The turn, once again left me in the dark,
grappling with solitude among the masses. 
And so I waited for starlight’s touch to 
calm the sandstorm in my bones.
Waited for the battle between light
and dark, so I could paint my eyes
with the blood of a new vision
for tomorrow and be ready to perceive 
everything that I had once, let slip away.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Prose | |

Broken Minds

Why do I love Mr Rochester? Why do I think Jane Eyre should have fallen at his feet and worshiped him? Dear reader, it is for these few lines recorded below which he said to her after she found out that he kept his mad wife in a hidden upstairs chamber:

“You know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still.”
Ah….the sort of love that makes novels what they are! A broken mind….yet there is still so much beauty in a broken mind….

Broken minds bring forth treasures:
in the world of art..Van Gogh…
in the world of literature…Edgar Allen Poe…
in the field of music….Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart...

What is madness? What is a mental illness? Why do we shrink from those who struggle with depression, with suicidal thoughts, with self-loathing, with an inability to receive and give love? Do they love being that way, or do they curse nature for getting their wiring twisted, their emotions warped, and their minds broken?  Broken minds still have beauty that is waiting to be discovered…treasures waiting to be uncovered…love waiting to be won. How do I know? I have a broken mind, and yet...there is so much beauty inside me waiting to be released. People may not understand, or accept...they may shun and avoid, but I'm confident in who I am and what I can accomplish. I'm in good company.


Details | Lyric | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Self

I have an identity... But I doubt it’s me.
Cobbled together from bits and bobs,
A congregation of smiles and nods,
And relatives laughing and joking at odds
With a suspect reflection that hints to be

New. Vocal tones picked up from tune;
Revolving circles, inviting clicks,
Associations that follow with tick,
Tock, Over, under, another poor trick,
Like I’m the carving, still elusively hewn

From bickering rock. Whilst even my train 
Of thought doesn’t run on time.
Slowing down to pick up more crimes
To reason, other passengers to mime
On stirring repeat, across the anchored plain.

The real question, then, we all must ask,
Is are our fortunes so unique in mode,
Us: works of art flogged by bar code?
Standing jointly as evolving cliff-sides erode?
Or should we just (through time) unmask,

Endure our stormy strolling selves.


Details | Lyric | |

Fourscore and Three

FOURSCORE AND THREE
By Leonard Kleeman

As I approach fourscore and three
I wonder how it would really be
If I could go back in time
And make that “Road Not Taken” mine.

If I could just take a different road
Would I be me or of a different mode?
Would I still be here or have died
Regardless of how hard I tried?

Would my friends be the same
Or of a different name?
Would I be rich or very poor
And never see the year fourscore?

But the road not taken as writ by Frost
Makes all those questions and answers lost
For I am just me as you can see
And what really matters for fourscore and three
Is who I am and what was meant to be.



Details | Lyric | |

Living Kingdom

A memory coated in blue
Of dire times; a castle of gloom
A basement filled with the buried dead
My throne within, painted in red

My tower gone, I stepped out alone
In to the mist - an attempt to atone
My basement torched, ignited by grief
With monsters dead, I no longer sleep

That kingdom crumbled in youth
The walls I built made enemy of truth
But still I stand, a victim of self
A treasury lost, it was traded for wealth

The silence turned into words
From inner self, out of this world
The mirror’s glass shattered by light
The darkness cleansed, granting me sight

A memory I leave in the past
For what is gone has brought me at last
To a place clear and true
This garden is my kingdom renewed


Details | Verse | |

Madras

Madras

Hotel lobbies, hotel bars
Hotel rooms, air conditioned cars
City sights and sounds and smells
A smile, a frown, a shout impels
The thoughts within to exude
And express themselves without interlude

Here no blossoms, no sweet fresh air
Save the scented jasmine in the women's hair
And the two don't mix, as we all know
Like the fires of hell and virgin snow

Flowing bright and silken dress
Saris adorn the putrid mess
Hems lifted gently to protect them
From certain ruin in the amalgam

Of open sewers - each gutter one
Of refuse tips - the pavements on
Rotten, decaying, organic matter
Dried up dung and vomit spatter

From the mouths of the unlucky
Poor and destitute - never plucky
"They are content with their lot"
(Steeped in drink, their guts they rot)

Laying near the dirty door
Their filthy rags bright no more
In the street or on a stair
Ignored by all without a care

And yet...and yet, life goes on
Each to their own - their God isn't one
Some are born to thrive and prosper
Others to poverty and despair

And here we are, visitors just
Though we discreetly watch - as we must!
And absorb each heart rending sight
Forsaking those in their plight

But if we give - sometimes we do
There are no thanks, nor feelings due
Because are we helping them buy food
Or alcohol which kills? Then we brood

And the rich they come in chauffeured car
Or the latest model bought by Pa
In designer clothes, their scarves unfurled
The stench, the poor? Another world!


Details | Rhyme | |

Zephyr Of Higher Learning

The vernacular language that I use
Slips into my writing also and can confuse
Those from other countries and regions
Sometimes my language is macabre
 
For I slaughter the English language
From the teachings of my upbringing
And also from the family and associations
My language patterns have taken formation

I wish that the zephyr of higher learning
Could sweep across and saturate me
With an instant knowledge of a broader
Vocabulary and grammar so that writing

Would become an eloquent and easy
Part of my life gracing me with flowery
Words that would bless each heart
That reads my work consuming each morsel

Sponsor:Brain Strand
Contest: Any poem from your first 100/ any form/ max 15 lines


Details | Free verse | |

-Resurrecting Resurrection-



   



   THE RESURRECTING, RESURRECTION

   WAS RE-ENACTED TO PROVE THE PROPHETS CORRECT

   THAT WHEN ONE DIES, ONE IS RESURRECTED

   FOR RESURRECTION IS THE FATE FOR ALL

   WHO BELIEVES THAT RESURRECTING DOES OCCUR?



   FOR MAN WAS WALKING THEN

   AS HE STILL DOES TODAY

   DOWN A SPIRALING PATH

   LOST IN THE MAKING OF HIS OWN DOWNFALL

   AND THE RESURRECTION WAS THE PATH OF REDEMPTION

   RE-ENACTED TO PROVE MAN HIS WORTH

   FOR IN THE SPIRIT IMAGE OF HIS FATHER

   WAS HE BORN TO WALK AND TOIL THIS EARTH.

   AND THE PATH OF HIS SPIRIT IMAGE TO REGAIN

     FOR THE FATHER’S NAME, MUST BE HELD HIGH TO REIGN.


   FOR ANY MAN HERE ON THIS EARTH

   WHO DENIES THE FATHER, HIS GOD OF ALL

   IS DENYING THE SELF OF HIMSELF

   AND IN DARKNESS TO FLOUNDER ABOUT

   TILL HE REALIZES ONCE AGAIN HIS WORTH

   FOR NO MAN IS CONDEMNED FOREVER

   BY THE FATHER OF LOVE

   FOR ALL HIS CHILDREN WILL ONE DAY

   GO HOME AGAIN, TO THE FATHER ABOVE

   AS THE PARABLE, OF THE PRODIGAL SON WAS ONCE TOLD.


                          












Details | Rhyme | |

Stand Tall

We can be strong;
Time to stand tall.
With God, we have it all
'Cause there's no room to fall.


Details | Haiku | |

the wake

sometimes words blur in
motionless wonder and I 
am left in the wake.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

It's what you need

When the only way out is through
and the only way forward is back,
every angle is covered by the same unutterable words
that push and pull by their knowing
and cry with you, for you and all that you try to be
and all that you never will.
As the sky falls steadily downward
and you're left rooted to the spot
in snow-blinded acceptance
there will be no terms for surrender offered,
this hurt will be your making
and you will grow beyond it
again to be once more open
as those you love turn their heads.


Details | Classicism | |

The Lesson

Try not to make such a fool of yourself in the presence of so many,
You'll get through this crazy life we live with few regrets if any.
   To say your sorry and you apologize and it will never happen again,
Will only be a waste of your time with your family and friends.
   Have no compassion and do not worry because nobody really cares,
Your  feelings inside and what makes you cry you can  not share.
   It's all wrong but it's alright will drive you out of your mind,
Don't let them confuse you if they misunderstand you at any time.
   Keep to yourself these emotions that are bottled up deep inside you,
If you dont and you let it slip there's no telling what they will do.
   Never do you lead but never do you follow just go your own way,
Do these things I tell you because you'll thank me someday.
   There is one last thing I must tell you before I head down the road,
Love , caring and understanding does'nt matter anymore now you know .
   This lesson I got one day when I cared and thought I should be concerned,
How wrong I was to have feelings like that and what I have learned.
TAC


Details | Rhyme | |

The Fiend of Time

The fiend of time is preying on the substance of my youth,
I’m smoldering away existence to avoid the awful truth
That time is not my friend and the enemy is myself,
And there’s little more to do but accept its mocking stealth.

In a blink of an eye it’s gone, like it was never there before,
All those years I’ve wasted, when I should’ve been doing more.
Planning for the future or treating each day like the last
But living in the fast lane you don’t even see it pass.

Suddenly you realise that time is slipping away,
A terrible fear is rising with every passing day
The life style that we lead is a fast track to demise
And even with this knowledge we will not compromise.

When I look at my reflection I see what is yet to come,
This pleasing image standing here is soon to be undone.
And when ten years have passed and the image comes to life,
What will I be thinking then, having gone through all that strife?

The fiend’s grip is closing in with no time for preparation,
The waiting room of life where we’re chained by anticipation
Of traumas to unfold of which we’re blissfully unaware
The fiend of time ticks on for a world that doesn’t care.


Details | Free verse | |

How Do I Let You Go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Impact

The hardest thing in life

Is seperatung love from spite ;

Separating the truth, 

Even when you think it sounds right.


If you don't know your enemy,

there's no way you can fight-

And Sometimes the greatest hints are slight ;

As I recall them- 

Laying down at night .


There Is no remorce in self advocacy, 

And no shame in doubting their accuracy;

The intent of others is incalculable,

And you will feel their wrath;

Life is our hourglass- 

So who cares if your an outcast? 


Make the contrast-

Because their *****is all stagecraft; 

Shoot a counterblast,

Stay steadfast- 

And make damn sure it has an impact. 


Details | Free verse | |

never mirror marriage unrequited unplenty

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with giving gonad governance of which I bought into with a Florida filtered fragrance  forgiveness favoring your internal id odd ego conveance only inclination wishwashing countercontrol conscious cerebral crap.
to a wilfull wonderous female who was, as the saying goes,  
willing to give all of herself all to all of me, unbeknowingst to me that it was all a 

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a pussimic promise that reads all to well and
I will liveloveu in always regard less of societal dis regar retard retro renderings; given real or predisposed, contrivent, or nonminent in neutral nature. I givegavegiven up my low life to serve u only u in spite of me and your upper crust crest to be u like u or one 
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showing no male prowess, nonexistenant, nothing, neverness in being. 
 If I were King with 3 great sons I would be a *****Prince, a Gonad God, a Semen Sentinel. Long live me? (No Queen intended.)


Details | Sonnet | |

Fear Not The Darkness

Fear Not The Darkness

Fear not the darkness of a shallow grave
 laugh at the folly of living to save
Treasures on your greed filled list
 dance as if death does not exist

Forgive at least one unforgiveable deed
 let heart seek comfort not stir greed
Strike the fear from your lost soul
 dream of another very precious goal

A love that blesses all that which matters
 leaving behind the failings that shatter
A gift so often found when one looks away
 creating a heart that never ever strays

Fear not changes that send a greater life
 cut away such fear with a spirited knife...

Robert J.Lindley , 06-15 -2014


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Bio | |

what's right what's wrong

Peel of my layers
One after the other
See my core 
Become gentler
For you, it might be a pretty game
To me, it’s a mystery untamed

Drenched in the pool of my own sweat 
I don’t let slip in the regret 
The paths I choose
Will see the answers be met
I finally drop the noose  
Around my neck

The voices are no more a blur
The faces are no more a haze
I am turning over 
To a silent page 
As the only thing matters now
Is to let nothing ever matter again 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Phagoctsis and mitochondria

 I leave school when I was seven
 So I don’t have much education
 Always use my commonsense
 To help me in life’s situations
 
 But it never bothered me before
 My bad grammar and spelling
 Because even when I make mistakes
 You still understand my story telling

 But since I meet this girl
 Was Like a few days ago 
 I been trying to impress her
 With some big words I didn’t know

 She has a PhD, doctor of philosophy
 Studying psychology, biology, Biotechnology
 Also botanology, criminology, climatology
 And astrology, archeology .meteorology

 So when she asks what I do
 I was to embarrass to say
 That I write poems and stories
 And post on face book everyday

 So I ask her how the weather is
 And I try to change the subject
 But I know the next time I see her
 She won’t let me get out of it

 So I search on Google whole night
 Also Bing, yahoo. And Wikipedia
 I see lots of words I don’t under stand
 Like phagoctsis and mitochondria

 Well I wake all night researching
 To find out the meaning of it all
 I learn its some kind of DNA cell
 To function in plants and animal

 Man I really want to impress her
 Because I really like this girl a lot
 But Sunday when I her under a tree
 Every thing I memorize I forgot

 But she was reading a book
 A book of poems by kaz Ishmael
 But she didn’t t know it was me
 Because it had no picture in the profile

 She said “suicide letter “is sad but romantic
 She didn’t know that true love still exist
 And she’s not impressed with educations
 She just wants to be love like this

 So I lay on the grass beside her
 And tell her my complete life story
 And today we are getting marry
 In the presence of god and our family

 When you find love its really amazing
 And true love will never die
 We are off to our honey moon now
 Time to end this poem and say good bye


Details | Free verse | |

ANYTHING FOR YOU

Baby girl, you are my world
So why can't I fix what ails you?
I am told that I say and do the wrong thing
How else am I to fail you?

I hurt when you hurt but I'm told
I have no right
I try to show you how much I care
Even though I'm not always within sight

Inside, I feel great despair
I gave birth to you but you are not mine
Please listen, oh please mind so instead 
of quarreling why not say what is kind

I love you so much, I often wonder
What goes through your mind
And I hope that someday you can
See past whatever keeps you blind

Why the thought of losing you is
Why I continue this fight or flight
For all will reveal itself to you in due time


Details | Rhyme | |

Take Me Home

Take me home, 
But it will be okay.
What if we can be a role model for someone else?
Then I'll stay.


Details | Rhyme | |

sOrRoW

This place it just seems so hollow
Emptiness, it feels like I'm in a tomb
I just can't help but weep and wallow
When bitterness now fills my room                                                      
                                                                                                        
And yet again I'm drowning in sorrow                                               
When ever the madness dose loom                                  
And what as always seems to follow                                    
Sadness, it's now doom and gloom                                                          

Always give never been one to borrow
The forgetfulness one would assume
Deep but I'd say better than shallow
Seems meangless but I'm just immune

If only my pride I could learn to swallow
It's the loneliness I find hard to consume
Always trying I am to look to tomorrow
Hoping happiness will be in full bloom



Here i was taken bits from poems a state of confusion
A new age and sublime some words fit well with others in other context
Just the way my brain works i suppose probably makes no sense
But helps me clear my head a bit at times
SO IN AWAY ITS LIKE AN UPDATED OR FOLOW ON FROM  A NEW AGE 
WRITTEN JAN 2013 BY MYSELF D ,SCOTT,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,


Details | Free verse | |

Going West

to see the hills
and tree's with palm
to feel the ocean on 
my nose
to drink the wine 
and rest on a bar 
to write in the streets 
but sleep in a room
to ride the bus absorbing
the pain
to stare at women and
their legs 
to laugh as my buddy,brother,friend
coughs from the joint. 

to drink for the cheers
of being alive


Details | Senryu | |

I Don't Know Whether To Laugh Or Cry

Laughter... 

The manic depressives greatest tool 

Are you kidding me?


Details | Free verse | |

Notary Unnoticed

I see
reflection

But is it 
me
seeing
again
as if
the first time
we hadn't
made love

Or perhaps
we
were
in love
and not
out of 
it

Pushing
it

between us

like
strangers


Details | Senryu | |

FACE IS SEEN DARK IN DARK GLASS

                                                      glass's identity
                                          face is seen dark in dark glass
                                                     clear in looking 


Details | Epic | |

MORPHEUS P3 THE CREED

MORPHEUS P3 – THE CREED We are the Galactians of Orion. Constellated on the equator east of Taurus, we are one world diverse. Our people are multifarious. We are unions unified. Our missions is to remain distinguishable from all others. Strength of our brothers is strength to all. Solidarity is domain, which includes woman and child. Diversification must form. Mixt we are colors all around. Amalgamation is a twilight zone. We are the Galactians. Once discovered, we embrace. Conformity is our aspect. We informed with a straight face. Life is not lost here . Our horde will segment. Our ways must be sought. To those that come, whether by choice or coincidental, we inform. Our creed is our belief that anyone can be a Galactian. Within a dream, we may live. Within in a world, we are. If you are the choice or the coincident, we are your protector from enmity. We are the Galactians. We warriors and man!


Details | Free verse | |

Natural Order of things

First rhythm to the beat:
Being honest
Next guest of honour:
Purpose
Following the morning after:
Self-awareness and courage
Break for freedom:
The musician strikes a cord

And echoes the universe it's glorious Love song


Details | Pantoum | |

Untreatable And Fatal Illness

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Time to become all that one can be
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease
The look of grief on your face and the weeping

Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
The look of grief on your face and weeping;
At the age of thirteen, life is carefree


Details | Free verse | |

From the Top

Over two-thirds of my lifetime
I have been climbing,
searching for an elusive peak,
Stretching for the pinnacle.

Would I ever attain?
Find freedom from the guilt
of not pleasing other people,
not meeting their expectations . . .
learn to just be me.

Just lately, I breathe pristine air
unadulterated by polluting opinions;
I sense, at last, the apex
where I am free,
living in a now moment,
savoring my place in it.

I see my years below
from where I stand victorious;
the wearying uphill strain
was worth what I have achieved.

I love you, but you do not own me.


Details | Verse | |

NEVER STAND SAME ALL THE TIME

                                         what it is or what is that
                                               either man or rat   
                                         both physic with qualities  

                                               Physic is not end   
                                            qualities never stand 
                                               same all the time

                                            Baby cries and smiles 
                                             with rhythmic spells
                                              age to age differs


Details | Rhyme | |

what they do

a painter wants to paint you
the chef will cook for you
a writer wants to write for you
a doctor wants to cure you

a performer will entertain you
the clergy wants to save you
a counselor will explain you
a politician wants to sway you

the traitor will ruin you
a pimp, to prostitute you
a sniper wants to shoot you
a bomber will explode you

adolescence will renounce you
a bouncer wants to bounce you
a lover wants to love you
a god, to be above you

scorpions will strike you
the viper wants to bite you
a jellyfish will sting you
a songbird will sing to you

that's what they know to do

© Goode Guy 2013-05-01


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Plan For Marriage


God’s Plan for Marriage… There’s a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman. And had one thing in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was “born!” God’s design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be “inserted.” God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God’s idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It’s no wonder why so many have “confused” minds. Let’s come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; “one husband and one wife!” By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Gazing Past A Reflection

I placed a mirror behind me,
So it could see where I was going.
Was truly tired of its daily invitation,
To look at just me again and again.

I walked that day beyond self-center,
Away from an isolated cold that was only me.
Moving ever so surely within a drifting warmth;
Then arms I'd never known began their embraces.

I was watching them for once instead of just self,
Plate glass image vanity suffering no more illusions.
Finding older is an indispensable sacred friend;
This face of my spirit emerging from temporary skin.

I am such a lucky one to have recognized my reality.
Traveling beyond this mortal vision to grasp all minds, 
For they are truly the maps that will lead one to paradise.
No windows stopping in own eyes will ever bring me there.

 
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn



Details | Verse | |

HELP ME LORD - Tree Of Life

(Tree Of Life) Lord bless day keep focus open my eyes make me aware that you love me and care show me how to serve you best make me more humble give me peace fill my heart deep with all of your love give me wisdom to understand your plan so I can live up to your promises and will let me give hope to all that listen and are lost by reminding them what you died for us on cross Show me your way Teach me to pray Keep me stronger Help me see best Give me your peace Fill heart with joy Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 aka ladylove copyright@2014 December,02,2014


Details | Free verse | |

Feather In The Wind

Feather in the wind
Gracefully you fall
Upon the gentleness of a breezes whisper
Or, in the strong winds that blow a gale, strong
Light and gentle, you remain
Calm, in your outcome


Details | Free verse | |

The Eyes

Eyes peering like stars in the night-
  Pinholes in onyx souls.
Infant eyes wild
  Like promises ricocheting off sanctuary walls.
    Searching with innocence,
      Wide with wonder.
Angry eyes bulging bitter
  Red with pain.
    Piercing, with the passion of hatred,
       Blind to beauty.
Old eyes still.
  Content.
    Full with knowledge consumed and digested.
      Stable.
        Steady.
          Tired.
Eyes moving in waves of confusion down concrete waterways.
  Searching.
    Unseeing.
      Pointed and direct.
        Oblivious to the obvious.
          Aware of one passionate vision-
            No rest.
              No peace.
                Pursuit.
The eyes of the age not seeing.
  The eyes of the age not searching.
    The eyes of the age dry,
      Blurred,
        Fixed.
Moving.
  Pressing.
    Consuming.
The souls of the hungry seeking fullness in a world ignored.
  Love unseen.
    Life unseen.
      Eyes shut for eternity.


Details | Rhyme | |

Within

It comes on so fast like a torid rain
These feelings of weakness and unforgiving pain
To keep them at bay, what can one do
Someone give me an answer, or just a clue
Sit and stare, and just stay out of the way
Too many questions, the familiar:are you okay?
Inside, my heart continues to tear
The constant reminder that nobody will care


Breathe in and breathe out, it appears okay
It's night time now, made it through the day
Sleep comes hard, the thoughts are way too much
Racing and streaming the mind seems out of touch
Inside, my heart continues to tear
The constant reminder that few will care


Waking up for another great morning
Not being able to hide, there's little warning
The flood of feelings pour from within
When will this end, so my life can begin
A life of no pain, or just no saddness
Who can help to stop the maddness
Inside, my heart continues to tear
Surely there's someone who'll care






Details | Rhyme | |

A New Tune for the Weary

It takes a wearied man to sing a wearied song
It takes a man troubled by things that have gone wrong
It takes a man afraid that life has passed him by
It takes a man whose anguished soul within him cries.  

It takes a man who dares believe there is still hope
It takes a man who tries again when the answer is nope
It takes a man whose failures still silently scream
It takes a man, who though crippled, knows how to dream.

It takes a man broken and ashamed with dismay
It takes a man with vision for a better day
It takes a man who in defeat still shows his face
It takes a man who will hum a new song of grace. 


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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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Recycled

Recycled
Trying fire burning on the wire Quenching indistinqueshed desire Where tomorrow finds me, today will lead My life held in balance on a razor edge The lies are stripped away, truths layed bare The days and weeks ahead will sow the seed Searching for that ideal to take me off the ledge A reason, a sign or a person to stop my launch into thin air
rlm '13


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The Past Is Ash

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


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Images A

There's a 
half-orange shoved in the 
greening distance that's burning the edges of cotton; 



or perhaps it’s 
a     fat      coin     that's 
rusting under the metallic weight of oxygen… 


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compassion

can you see me?
im probably staring
reading all your subtleties 
pondering, how are you fairing
why am I caring?
not just a question solo, a pairing
when one asks the other
the answer is wearing
instead of details, or something so particular
take chance to set your stance
to look past the base curricular
when i had it in my head
whats before me was lost
so i sit thoughtless and the process
came creeping like frost
realizations colder than 
the tenth of December
a fraction or sliver
turned to silver or better
cause the hint not from squinting
or what someones response is
i can relate in a way 
that forces me to be conscious


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TO DENY TRUTH

Reality wasn't what I saw when faced with challenges
greater than I could imagine, and to deny truth I made up
excuses to hide from all; ah! Who was the real loser?
All I had to do was reach out, and not fear the outcome
but my sight was blocked by a thick blindfold,
I was the typical blind man struggling on a cane led by a dog,
not pitying myself...I assumed it was utter fate!


As a bright child with an innovative vision, I had different dreams,
many plans to raise above others and be praised;
and dreaming, I was compelled to deny truth, transforming myself
into someone relying on hope, rather than faith!  


O eyes that once beheld glory, your sky was radiant as spring...
when lovely days led to quite, serene nights!  
O heart that was amazed by the grandeur of creation, nothing was
more gratifying than that sublime moment!
Today that veil preventing light from shining, has been lifted to unfold
a treasure without gold, that treasure wealthy men don't own;
no riches can be compared to this wisdom
learned with patience...is there a need to deny truth? 



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untitled

It's a cool measure of life blood low
keeping the venous-return and arterial
alert-compressive but manical-down
deep fried effervescence continuance abliss
smooth blowburn alive-high frequency antedote
fever pitch-a ***** mellow deed
digestive cornerstone just picked, uncanned
cloud billows a piece with network intact
sublime charged unpatterened--to gut cord
noose cadence couffures--who nees to look
when you vcan hearfeel the resonance true blue
mild like casket breath misshapen to formless
guises compact summer stated summer not
he-ightened proseless panaroma to stiffle
the mister masters time corrodid but
indelibly remembermarked
and "coited to us"--like creature
interruptus. follow the ill laid scheme and
bottleneck every word line graph to a sinco
(rap) measure rhyme myth time will tell tribute
pour the mind from the soul fill the 
white void with the gush of
private reserve vintage but held captive 
via sociopropacastration of free, non
taxable, no interest due, no penality
for "early withdrawal" purely personal
single minded, brand H----one owner
mono little rascal sibiling extract, thought jester cannibal
yumyum eat'em up-eat'em up


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CANDOR

CANDOR
Proclaim life Same right Greater ability Conceived Prescribed prognosis Intelligence and a clear mind Philosophy of a rich life Self-worth and virtuous _________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 22, 2014!


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BEFORE THE BATTLE

                         BEFORE THE BATTLE

My dreams bold dragons fight
Men in grim faces follow me by night.
My dreams across strange lonely roads will cross
  Shuddering cries of pain before me toss.  

I wake --and weeping roars from hanging trees
Across the angry rivers my fear is seized.

I am weary and feel so alone.
Where are the heroes –where have they gone?
Where is the honor-- valiants grabbed from distant lands?
Where are the sharpened spears  
                                  eased by mighty hands?
Where are the whispering stalwart
                Gentle hearts
                  Yet stinging bees
                            On the faces of my ancient enemies?

Find the armies       
         of my friends.

Send them to me
Before my battle ends.

Morning light will find me yonder by that willow

But Tonight my head
Lies uneasy on your pillow.



Victoria Anderson-Throop 2013


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Eternity

it seems unfair to me sometimes
that life has to end.
i hold you in my sight
paused in motion
refusing to forget the patterns of your face
youth only fades
yet noone wants to fathom
what age portrays
watching you now, at age 22,
your ceaseless movements
both delicate and benign,
you are locked in with a click like a mechanism
implanted within my shaking mind.
anchored in my thoughts
afraid i may lose sight,
dreading what is inevitably to come,
our ancient human rite.
what is it we have really
but phases full of longing,
short lifetimes of solitude,
then subsequent terms of bliss
it seems strange to say that i am not sorry 
for little secret moments such as this.
i will not apologize
for having lived and hoping to live long
nor argue choice or afterlives
or hear you claim im wrong.
it seems we believe in nothing more
than dirt and cold and brine
i believe in the simple glory of your hands 
large and gregarious inside my small ones, 
eternity proven,
entwined.


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A Sinner I am Not

Closing my eyes
Feeling the moment
Listening
No thoughts distracting me
Surrendering
Setting my heart free
Reviewing, learning, growing
Releasing the blame and guilt, I harbour
Releasing the things, I once thought I could change
Recognising good or bad
Right or wrong 
A sinner I am not!
My mistakes, my greatest blessings
Living my life
Being human


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disordered

protests now do detest them
the helmets will address them
run panic and distress them
banish to cell and condemn
claim right to rule again

hard-and-fast the policy
fell hard that commodity
hitting streets so solidly
viewed as such an oddity
such a queer thing to see

wave recedes again to swell
building up a clientele
force apply fire, to expel
as wave takes in material
cameras rolling just as well
for all the world to see

events out of control spun
gas cannister and the gun
to decide with sorrow
who's finally won
and leave the widow alone

time receding back again
transforming foe into friend
losses change now into gain
futures repeating to be slain
knowing what'll happen when
we're right back here again

© Dave Lego 2014-02-27


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Respect can rule a nation

Respect the dreams are given
the midnight and the blue 
Respect the dreams are given
deciding what is new

Respect can lead a home to love
Repect can train a child
Respect can build you up in life
and turn your love life wild

With words and deeds you gain respect
With words and deeds it's lost
King have lost their nation 
without these dreams respect

With wars the kings have gone to fight 
with tax the rising costs
with poverty at home come's pain
Increasing then resentments flame

As peasants feel the hunger 
as noble feel the wrath 
The king then has a kingdom
that turns and then attacks

Respect is earned not taken
you can not gain by force
respect is earned not taken
improving live of course

Respect the king of kings my friend
respect is king of kings
Respect can rule a nation
or bring it to it's knees

Respect can fill your home with love
respect can win you growing love
Respect can teach your family
life can be a breeze





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My Curse of Eight(revised)

Number eight has plundered my life.
First time was divorce upon eight years.
Second marriage ended in strife.
At the end of eight months, were tears.

Eight years of loneliness took its toll.
Alcohol, second youth, choices wrong.
Chasing dreams, almost took my soul.
Presenting new problems too long,

Now much wiser then in years past,
Securing true love, finally in life,
I believe my curse has ended at last.
Finding and cherishing a final wife.

Eight years of courtship, I planned.
Her curse of five had long passed.
Five years of marriage does stand.
Soon eight years of marriage massed.

My curse lifted sweetly, so serene,
She says, I am the cutest she ever seen.
I know she is a treasure of my scene.
I am her king, She, my everlasting queen.


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Three days' grace

I'm tired of getting lost in fireworks' woods.
I wonder if you want me to confess.
Don't bother trying handle swinging moods - 
tomorrow you'll find one to clean the mess.

I hope there's nothing on to keep you up
like me. No worries - paying for the past.
That's great about you: knowing how to stop,
it's helpful, too, when time is up at last..

That's cruel enough: to crush the World of OZ
without even trying to forget.
At least, it's not my call - to up the dose
Each day, until it turns into regret 
'bout something that you hadn't even thought 
through. It's just simply a waste of time
and nerves. Everything you hadn't bought 
at some Price is the subject of the Crime. 

I'm lucky you're not in reading mood 
'cause this might've already made me caught.
I'm Grandma of the great Red Riding hood,
still hoping for the better 
                                   being shot.

23.08.2013
NikA


Details | I do not know? | |

Stoner Head

The stoner mind is simple and blind

The stoner signs are waved jovial and wide

The stoner wine is drunk slowly with puckered lips
-with savored bliss

'Can I have just one more kiss? '
-on the cheek
One for the road? 
I want something to think about all the way home

Forgo's truth...
For the stoner demands proof

So spoof in a poof of smoke as he acts remote
Poke the hole in the mote

And let people have their chokes
-after dinner jokes

Burning 'till they turn pink

Or else ending up head first in the sink
Gravity bongs could bring heaven to yee
Gravity songs could bring out the Ecstasy...


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I did it my way

Longing for a visit with my gals 
Boyfriend said no , I start to scoul 
But it's been 2 years since I left 
A quick girls trip to LA I've got it set 

Why so controlling I then asked? 
He said I should leave my old life in the past! 
My heart sunk low with a warning 
This isn't normal as we started storming. 

Do I listen to my gut and go anyway? 
Do I say no because he said stay? 
In the end I went and trusted my heart 
I did nothing wrong to be a few days apart. 

He left me just because of that 
But I did my way and stood up instead of sat! 

June 19 , 2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Life and Mind Fights

As we follow life's rules but don't question why
I begin to feel so uneasy inside
We ignore the options we fail to see
But could I follow rules made up by me
I could create and make up my own history
You begin to realise your contradicting mind has a choice
But can you identfy who or what you are fighting for
This overload of thinking can grind you to the bone, deep to the core
Everything comes from inside you
Questioning what's right from wrong
What do you do now?
You can wait and pause... but for how long
So trust in yourself and don't fear what might go wrong.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Dr Martin Luther King Jr

For Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
 
You had a dream
of pastures of peace
where children of all hues mingled like rainbows
 
they silenced you, but your voice
resounds now in those pastures
not yet of peace
 
and your dream is still a dream
the dream you dreamt while others slept
 
you said that you’d been to the mountain-top
and they silenced your voice just then
before your eyes saw that promised land
of pastures of peace where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
now your vision is glimpsed in some pastures
not yet of peace
and yes, they silenced your voice
but your spirit their bullets could never tear apart
your spirit, like your dream
is mingled with the wind in all those pastures
not yet of peace
and until we give life to your dream
those pasture of peace
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
shall remain simply your dream
so as we remember you today
and pledge that those pastures of peace
are nourished first in each of us
for only then will your dream will take root
and blossom into our shared dream
and the view from the mountain-top,
radiant and bright and full of hope shall seem
 
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
 
 
 


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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.


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The Fantastic Voyage

Living on the edge was a suicide way before my time!
A soul spread wide open with a spirit that truly believes.
Walking on water and backwards with life that glares over the sunshine!
The fantastic voyage rides the high and almighty waves of the greatest seas.
A voyage to never-never land right where I know I will always want to be.
True uninhibited expression is my addiction all within myself.
A soul climaxing in the exhibition of capturing all of the free empty space!
Walking the planks with the thrill of excitement from what’s consumed as it’s felt,
The fantastic voyage is aimed straight for that perfect little happy place.
My voyage to never-never land is where I know I will always want to stay.
Unpredictable with such balance is my mystery out there all on its own.
My soul opens and wills me to explore the depths of all that is real or such.
Walking the tight rope and looking down with my talent so proudly shown.
The fantastic voyage is never enough but is always over by too much.
My voyage to never-never land is where I know I will always want to feel what I touch.
Deep within the depths of all the deepness is where my connection is found.
A vibrant soul with brilliance magnified by a common need that has just got to give!
Walking narrow ledges with confidence and truly the one that has got to be proud!
The fantastic voyage gained my moments in time that I can say were actually lived.
My voyage to never-never land is where I will surrender standing on top of my deadly ground!


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Achilles Abides

Watching mundane seconds tick away
Linked together they form passing years
This flimsy chain around my neck does not betray
Nor can my stinging eyes squeeze back the tears

Dreams begin to float out of my reach
Tormented by what makes me so distressed
Losing many of my hopes I feel besieged
Yet still reflecting on the way my life is blessed

The silence puzzles me and pierces with its thunder
The foundation bucks the shaking of its core
What God has joined together no man puts asunder
The waves are beating hard upon our shores

Weary eyes look towards damp clouds and search for light
Desperate to feel some warmth deep within my bones
Will its brilliant glow supplant the bluish night
Giving a sneak peek into the great unknown

Chasing those rainbows now seems like wasted time
The pot of gold was a seductive ruse of lead
Perhaps we were just lonely partners in crime
Caught up in reveries we thought surely lied ahead

Waiting for the stars to fall into my hands
To turn this to profound from the surreal
Nobody but the stars can understand
That I’ll fall victim to my poor Achilles heel


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DAWN AND DUSK ARE ALIKE

                                                      dawn-dusk are alike
                                                     mediators of day-night
                                                      reverse shows alike      

                                                         infant's not aged
                                                  every oldest speaks unclear 
                                                       dawn-dusk are alike


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RETROACTIVE

Passé is age.
You have sage.
Never believe that you were not the same in your younger days.
You know you are a savant of reflection.
Mystified are your people of your different directions.

Retro is your perspective.

Fashionably nostalgic is your drag.
Evocative becomes your swagger.
Reconsidering your arrogance, to ensure your expressive ways are not  
     embarrassing.
The exposition publically done is a meaning in discussion.

Retrospective are you as a renegade.

Faded dreams are obsolete memories.
Many steps you have taken to fulfill long-term goals.
The ladders of life are footstools.
When you peak, you should set another goal.

Retro is prospective also.

Your potential is implemented via open doors.
Forthcoming is a greater determination.
Real meaning to all your trials and trepidations is the manifestation of your 
     fundamental nature.

Appreciate the discipline of old-fashion ways.
The streets travelled are an achieved path that aspects life into schemes.
_______________________________________|
Penned on June 03, 2014!


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Stuck at Fifteen

Your age is showing again, princess
No matter the pitiful resistence
Xanthic lullabies - over indulgence

Concentrate, yes that's it, concentrate
Brave, that's right, you're brave
Princess, how many times will you be late
Yes, late to dig your own grave

Seventeen years, stuck at fifteen
Don't take this as a gear to be mean
Will you ever grow up? Answer remains to be seen

I've apologized over and over
Cried myself sober
Princess it's over
. . . Still crying myself sober

Severed the ties, a mere string
a simply broken human being
Cue: Dreamer awakes with nothing

Princess, yes it's clear
It hurts, day by day, fade to years
To deny would be to neglect your fear
It's okay though, you still have the beer

Stuck at fifteen, I refuse to grow
Yes, that's it, refuse. Until my age fails to show
Act my yearly advance? No, No No!

Pandora's Box, this always ends the same
This yo-yo movement drives me insane
this flu-like symptom, hard to name
Futile resistence, so easy to drain

Confuse reality with the faeries, princess
Act your age, your wavering presistence
it's showing again, though it's meaningless


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My Coming of Age

I wasn’t young – but not that old
I looked down – my blood ran cold
I spied a single little hair
That yesterday just wasn’t there
I thought to show it to my mother
But thinking that just made me shudder
I don’t think she would understand
After all she’s not a man
I’d show it to the guys I know
But they’d just laugh so that’s no-go
I don’t want to wait till I get more
Though I’m sure there’s more in store
So I’m turning to my friends on Soup
At least those in my own age group
And hope that one of them will care
To hear about my grey chest hair

Mdailey 	2/7/12
For Frank Herra's Coming of Age Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

Modern Society

Ages, eras
Pass on by
in essence
Time flies

But what have we come to
As a society?
Simply falsehoods
And false piety?

Sorrow, hate
Ruined fate
Terrorism, controversy
As of late

Do we really comprehend
The effects of our defects
The implications
Of what we elect

What we elect
For society to accept
What eventually reduces us
To ignorance's depth

From everything now
Today, yesterday, and tomorrow
It seems as though
The default emotion is sorrow

But not all hope is lost
For there is a light
It may be in the distance
But there is one cost

We as a society
Must choose to resolve
Our immorality
We must dissolve

We must vanquish
All hatred and conflict
That we create
And that media depicts

Maybe if we take this
One step at a time
We may step out of this abyss
Out of this paradigm.


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Self Hate

You sit alone
And always think
How life flew by
In just a wink
Those busy days
What did they mean
You wasted time
That's what they seem
You looked at others every day
Ne'r a nice word did you say
For them life appeared all sunny
Sure you thought
They all had money
But no one one ever stole your wealth
Yet squandered it along with health
So easy now to spew out blame
You take no credit for the shame
Cash rich friends go out to eat
A supermarket's your last treat
Those lucky folks can go to shows
While your few bucks
On bills just flows
You clearly saw your downward trend
You clearly knew how it would end
And now you're old
You've met your fate
Thank God
There's no one left to hate


Details | Imagism | |

introspection i

i
take a
peek inside my

mind - animal happiness find

it’s beautifully identifiable intelligence - that

space - electrically bioelectrogenetically multidisciplinarianismic creativity place


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Sublime

Lost in the world ,
where i used to live,
standing near the sea,
on the cliff.
The heavy tides ,
slapping hard on rocks,
as if trying to make them stop,
make them stop from dying,
like they did,
stop them to fall off that grid,
in memory of those who jumped from that cliff,
surely they must have heard of that myth,
its just an odd domestic tiff.
In the mildest , greenest grove,
out of the calm of the coldest air,
inside the swollen and lonely cove,
i saw them standing there.
A little while later , with the clouds all grey,
i went on moving,
a little bit astray ,
the sun redeeming light,
as if punishing itself,
for what they have done,
for the matter of proving oneself.
Black silhouettes dancing from pole to pole,
i thank whatever god's maybe,
for my unconquerable soul,
beyond this place of heaven and hell,
wherever i may be at,
is a place which appears to be entirely well,
and the world beyond all that.
If i were gone in another life,
i'll knew that earth would spin,
i won't cry i'll just survive,
an escape from the world i'm in.
Shall i dwell in the dark forest?
or shall i seek the kingdom by the sea to see,
the reason i'm here,
is this the place to be.
Lost in the world,
where i used to play,
now i want to run,
it was like yesterday when i wanted to stay,
if i could see this glorious land once again,
which now prevails in my dream,
through the eyes astounded by beauty,
on the ending gleam.
Closing my eyes i am back from where i begun,
touching the seas and the mountains,
sublime like sun.


Details | Light Poetry | |

At Day's Last Light

Soft gray white
At day’s last light
Old man on a park bench
Since three

Talked most of the time
To a child about nine
Whom only the old man
Could see


Details | Monoku | |

FAIR PLAY

     Fair play is must to see own image in the mirror of other where own image is seen 							


Details | Free verse | |

milestone

they say age is just a number.
it was-but now, it's not. 
it has become, an adversary. 
something to be avoided-at all cost. 
7, 8, 9, 10---these were friends i looked forward to meeting. later-
18, 19, 20, 21, these were  goals, i looked forward to, accomplishing. then-
27, 28, 29, 30-these were achievements i enjoyed, accomplishing. 
-now, there's 40. looming, smirking, menacing. 
arms crossed-fearful and stern just above the horizon. 
40-The Great Divide. 
YOuth-a distant memory, old age beckoning. 
WHoever said age is just a number, 
had not, yet-met-40.


Details | I do not know? | |

Times

Times so close 

time far away 

Times of silence

Time to say

Time to live
And dream
And die

Time is short

The blink of an eye


Details | I do not know? | |

Realization

There is a distant past that summons all of us,
but how shall we hear if we know not to whom it speaks?
Why does not the tongue of our father speak our language?
Could it be that "we", like Moses was sent to the other side
to learn of their ways and to speak their language, that it
may help us to realize? 
All that we inhabit and all that is instilled in us, 
is not part of the perfect plan designed just for us.
We now hear in another language and see in another dimension
We realize it is the language that we’ve always heard and never understood,
and the life that we’ve always dreamed of is our reality.
We now press, we strive, and we die to our own minds,
because we’ve come to realize, that we can go home again


Details | Rhyme | |

Omni-pre-sent

Omni-pre-sent


Are we yearning to remember
Are we learning to forget
Living in the mind
shows we're not there yet
Are we earning to remember
Are we turning to regret
The present past
knows we carry the debt
along the line that is cast
beyond the moment
Not meant to last
beyond the movement
that is here and now
Free from imprisonment
Infinite presence
trapped in time
We give our consent
We dwell to fill the void with an event
We fail to feel the abyss we invent
Nature abhors a vacuum
Imagination adorns the room
or a new flesh suit
Degradation takes root
Assimilation or annihilation
A simulation of creation
A spiral unwinds
Energy powered by intent
of our mind-created emotion
that spins the wheel
into dualistic motion
Earth bound
or heavens sent
in opposite directions
As Above
So Below
Omni-connections affect the flow
where we direct our attention
We Will to grow
Be still to know
Be in warm fluid
between the high and the low
Balanced achieved in combinations
of harmonic partnerships
Creating beautiful illustrations
in loving relationships
Giving and receiving light
We are as day as we are night
Equilibrium
We are shadows cast out of sight
from a magical medium
You and I are truly seen
by the unveiled eye
behind the shielded screen
Hand-in-hand
Letting go to understand
the mind trapped in the brain
The opening of a dormant gland
to descend or ascend the insane
in the body of humanity
Primal instincts of depravity
SET free
DNA activated by Scalar technology
to hijack the host
Father
Son
Holy Ghost
From beneath your feet
to above your head
BE aware in the present 
Wake-up in your waterbed
Reclaim your divinity
Know you are truly able
Don't name your sovereignty
with a man-you-fractured label
Find your own way in the dark
until you see another spark
that helps illuminate the path
to the Higher Self within
You lose
'I' win.


David Moule/Verso (15/10/14)


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The Vernacular

The vernacular language that I use
Slips into my writing also and can confuse
Those from other countries and regions 
Sometimes my language is macabre 

For I slaughter the English language
From the teachings of my upbringings;
And also from the family and associations
My language patterns have taken form.

I wish that the zephyr of higher learning
Could sweep across and saturate me
With a instant knowledge of a broader
Vocabulary and grammar so that writing

Would become an elogent and easy
Part of my life gracing me with flowery
Words that would bless each heart
That read my work consuming each morsel


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Inwards In Words

Staring at
wind sharpened skies
and colour schemes
at odds with moving shadows
Spreading a gift of waste
returned to the earth
to mark territory
and a bold moment in time
Searching for
a safe environment
to reveal
overwhelming eruptions
of irrational thought
Slowly building a shield
towards eternity
in my mind
so I can sleep better
knowing I tried
to see reality
for what it truly is


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The philosophy of marriage

The philosophy of marriage

 Marriage is a thing
That must not be force
Seen so many people
 Ends up in divorce

Once you get marry
The friendship is lost
And you can’t make it back
To the bridge that was cross

They start to find Faults 
In what was cute before
Then it gets frustrated
When love walks out the door

You know I love you
More than words can say
But if we get marry
We could lose that one day

Some people gets marry
To start a life together
And some marriage has to 
Face all kinds of weather

Not every couple is happy
Deep down in their hearts
I bet they all were happier
Before the marriage talk starts

They says it’s all about love
But I don’t think it’s true
It’s about trust and respect
That sticks it like crazy glue

Many want their children
To be born in a married home
But how many ends in divorce
Leaving their children alone

 Know a lot of people who 
Wish they never get marry
All because they rush in
Was in to much of a hurry

Don’t get me wrong
Some marriages are right
If its build on respect
And they do not fight

When bad words are said
Like fire it can burn
And something is lost
That cannot be return

First couples are dating
Become husband and wife’s 
Then starts to annoy each other
For the rest of their life’s

Love is a wonderful thing
To have someone who cares
But because of a wedding ring
It can quickly disappear

The love we have is special
We feel each others pain
Let’s preserve this love of ours
So no more wedding talk again


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I HAVE COME OF AGE

I'VE COME OF AGE

 

July 22nd 1947 to July 22nd 2012

I have come of age today

sixty-five years old,

I am of the age for Social Security,

or in some places, Old-age pension,

I am of the age to receive 

Reduced Metro fare card,

or as in other places

Free bus pass, Free rides on the ferry,

even reduced air fare.

I have my AARP card

and a list of all the places 

that offer discounts and Freebees.

I can demand

 those special seats on the bus or train

that's set aside for the Elderly and Disabled

I am offically a Senior Citizen,

A Seasoned Saint,

or whatever you choose to call me.

I can complain if I choose to,

but why should I?

God has blessed me with

good health and strength,

Yes, the ticker is still ticking,

The engine is still running,

even though some parts

need a little oiling sometimes.

I can say and do whatever I please

as long as I don't break the law.

I will enjoy every minute of this time

that God has given me.

This is my time

and I will proudly shout,

I HAVE FINALLY COME OF AGE!

 



 

 


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' Does East Meet West ... ' (A Galileo Moment)

‘ Does  East  Meet  West ? … ’ ( A Galileolian  Moment)
 ( Metaphysical Poem  # 6 )


Does East and West, At One Moment Meet
Somewhere, at a Rendezvous Discreet ?
… A Preponderance Perplexity …
 For A Galileo Feat – Temerity
Does an East and a West Path
Go Arrow-Flown to Infinity ?
Does Unseen Length Returns
to Repeat Its Continuity ?

Function of This Question
Is to First, Ply with More Unction,
 and Look at a ‘Line’ and its Definite Junction
Mine - Line Definition:  A Straight-On-Precision 
Distance: No Resistance, Between Two Focal Points
Whether Large or Small, The Line Overall, in Vision
has as Depiction, All Along its Line, You Will Find
 from Start to Finish, Line is - Undiminished & Joint
Yea … Joint.  And Therein Lies the Gist… The Point.

Look To A Sky Line.  Look Very Closely as though for a Sign
Go Back and Forth to View … and Someplace in the Midst, You
Will See A Focal Kinetic-Sharer … Let Me Elucidate Further:
If You Walk, Back and Forth, and Back and Forth
It Does Not Matter if Path is Long or Short
Or Whether It Is, East West, South or North
Here is Where These Words, Has Its Worth

The Connection, is the Center
 Now, Let Us Look In A Mirror
 like an Image in Mirror … Facing West
For the Merest Moment, The Image Was a Guest
For The Merest Moment … East and West has Met
Yet, if Two Mirrors Face Each Other, What Is Shown
Did The Fractal Vision Meet and Then Go On and On ?

But Still In This Instance, I Bet … You Can See How It Gets
More Ease  to Know and Yet … We Fail This Global Geometry-Test
We Pass East to West on the Street, Parallel Planes that do not Greet
Oh …Let Us Take Kindly Measure … And Get Back To Our Focal Center
We Can Go East To West, in A Radius- Come Full Circle where We Face Us
In an East to West Diameter … We Are Still In The Same Mortal Perimeter

So, Let Us Converge to Our East and West Midpoints and Merge
If You Are Almost on The Verge … May Galilean’s Moons Urge
A Surge and Fuse East to West … My Right Hand To Your Left
At Our Human Being Best … Facing Breath to Breath
And  Heartbeats to Heartbeats, Completes … 
Where East and West Halfway Meets
Yea … East and West Does Meet


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Common language

That language you speak,
the one you didn’t have to learn from anyone,
the very original, very human, yet very celestial one

The one you spoke to herald your arrival,
as you made entrance, from the celestial to the terrestrial,
into the gyrating life-sustaining starry metropolis,
amidst the cacophony of others, strange and different 

That language you spoke, 
in response, as you discovered,
that the strange looking beings all around you,
in your new and strange planet, speak it too, 
and as you explored the strange and funny artwork, 
on their mystical canvases, 
every time they spoke your language, 
any time they spoke another, 
that you did not understand

In smiling, laughing, weeping,
we speak a common language

Have you noticed?
They all speak it too;
all our kin, from every corner, 
of our spinning starry metropolis,
waltzing between one companion on the left, bright but shy
and the other on the right, dusty but flamboyant

It is a language so simple, 
anyone and everyone speak it and understand it,
yet so complex, it is encompassing; 
defying lexical boundaries, 
even terrestrial boundaries
Straddling the spectrum of emotions;  
even in the laughter expressing joy, 
the heart is sorrowful

It is the only language natural to us
We were made with it
It is simple but sufficient, 
to convey the emotions, 
that bound our consciousness

It is the language of humanity;
the language of pleasure, joy, happiness, and sorrow

Anywhere we come from,
every which way we come,
we speak the same language;
we smile, we laugh, we weep; 
in joy and in sorrow

The language reveals, 
our common and celestial origin;
our eternal bond,
our kindred, 
our oneness, 
our sameness

When spoken, we understand what is said,
we know what is meant, 
it is laughter, expressing joy,
it is weeping, expressing sorrow;
the outer limits, spanning our consciousness

So universal is it, it is mystical;
as mystical as our very existence
For the abundance of mirth,
gives birth to tears of joy,
yet joy awaits in tears,
the passing of sorrowful tears

Laughter and weeping, 
each awaits the other, 
but only to relieve each other 
and to bestow us reprieve

It is the universal language, 
spoken and understood, 
by you, me, and all our kin, 

It is the same, regardless of place and position
It is eternal, beyond terrestrial
It is celestial, it is universal


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Storms



Fascination of lightening and thunder,
His irresistible thoughts to my mind plunder,

Strong winds uproot and rains precipitate,
To strength of my heart can never equate,

Tornadoes engulf and whirlwinds make swirl,
As storm bound ship in middle of sea I lay still,
 
A violent quake shakes the earth so well,
I am forced to come out of my bodily dwell,

And as the oceans with the waters swell,
Restless mind vivid thoughts can put me to hell,

Like gigantic sea waves taken by storm ,
I rise and fall on my own horn !



Written on 2/7/14
Contest- Storms
Sponsor- Shadow Hamilton
Missed entering the contest


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family

isn't families so great,even though we disagree or get mad at each other...our family is there to catch our fall,god gave grace to each and everyone of our families to have hope for each other..never give up


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Life

God made me a free soul
To find my way in life
I have faltered and fallen
But I have gotten back up 
Shook off the dirt and moved on
I will have times when I will falter and fall
But I will pick myself up again
 I will never stay down long 
No matter what I will carry on 
Life is to precious not to live it
Never give up on life, it goes on
Struggles and burdens make us strong
Love fills us with hope of everlasting
Heart ache shows us pain and hurting
Death gives us understanding of life
You may falter and fall
But get back up, dust off and carry on


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Therapy

I've sat through countless therapy sessions
		
Depsite contrary belief a child can experience depression 
		
for acting human they had labeled me bipolar and damaged 

told me having emotions was a disadvantage
		
But I insist the crazy are truly sane
		
how could you be rational when life's insane
		
times passes and everything will change
		
for better or worse the expected will be rearranged

Exposed to the truth that our society is a cage
		
you grow up accept your fate making minimum wage

I saw the world for what it was at a young age
`		
Dreamt I'd be a writer, but knew no ink would ever fill the page

Life is not measured by dollar bills or cheap thrills
			
Nor by the number of earth's hills covered in garbage fills
			
The American dream starts to make sense

when you're tangled in that white picket fence

Caught up in all the magazines

like brainless chimpanzees

trying to imagine a world without purpose
		
where the delusion of god is believed by the surplus
			
Comparing our lives without compromise
		
the devil promises vices hastening the demise

spoon fed fairtales that lead us along

genius now prostituting themselves in Honk Kong

Follow the light until it grows dim
	
starve your dreams until they grow slim

that dying torchlight once kept you so warm

now it's flames engulf you like a swarm.



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Mirror Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is that stranger that I saw???
In that reflection from once you gave,
Why is it you don't behave???

Please show me the image of my true self,
And not tease me with this illusion of lies,
Who is this person who hides in disguise?

This stranger who resides in the shadows of my form,
My inner mind and outward body to transform,
Into the darkness of the beast,
The light of my inner soul has become his feast.

Why is it that I can no longer see my reflection,
All I can see is the mirage of my imperfection,
The evil of sins and the blood lust of sorrow,
The dark incarnation of the devil's marrow.

My inner mind his playground for fun,
Is it possible for the evil to be undone,
For salvation of my mortal sins,
The purity of the inner light that always wins.

As I gaze into his eyes so cold,
The darkness of the eternal night I shall behold,
Once a shadow now stands a man,
The damnation of my soul his only plan. 

Mirror mirror on the wall,
Why is it I can not recall,
The image of purity and innocence lost,
My immortal soul that paid the cost.

When did the stranger that I see, 
Become me???



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So Untitled

And I'm shivering for now I'm too cold
and I'm feeling I'm already too old
this train is going nowhere fast but I can't get off it
the sun is burning bright in my eye
and I know that all I can do now is try
but with this fear of failure in the back of my mind
I think Im scared
the age of Orton over
but the age of Ipod living on
I know I am not always right
but at least I admit when I am wrong
unlike you
and this train is yet to stop
it keeps moving on the tracks of time
forever will I also run
to leave my past behind


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THOUGHTS ARE IMAGED

                                               Image in the mirror
                            shows the truth of the body's motion before it
                                           Is it truth from all senses
                                      what the body bears out side it

                                                Image is image
                                   just feeling in eyes trough the device
                                           Thoughts are imaged
                                             What we do realize
                                          


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image

Every image that we see
Are visions that just came to be
Once its light invades the eye
That frame of time begins to die...
To perceive the very next
Is common sense not intellect
So if it starts to look the same
then never try to change its name...
Just amend your point of view
So you can filter what is true
And not be blinded by a glare
That waits for blinks to disappear...
Watch the frames in their succession
It may bring forth a confession
So you're likely to believe
The image one proclaims to be...





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Questioning

What is this world?
I don’t know it at all.
How do I choose food?
Remember to lock my door?
I’m not made for these times.
Conversation engaged my mind.
Silence takes me down hard.
I want to smell water in the air,
see it expansive and blue.
Seems like it was all peace now.
Remembering.
No bitterness, no fighting.
I resist this new way deeply.
And I know I was on a roller coaster
every day back there.
Had to fight to get my point across
or to defend my heritage.
A life which revolved around pine trees
is at the very least - oxygenated.
This isn’t easy for me
taking buses when I can’t remember
where they stop or what time.
Often, I get off at the wrong place
and find myself in trouble.
For the dark nights in pouring rain
coming up the mountain in his car.
To have those chats, to eat dinner together
my juice watered down with ice water.
He was the one who closed up the house 
to some degree when we’d leave
but it never needed much it was so huge.
The kitchen alone was as big 
as my new place entirely.
How many drawers....bins....cabinets
there were to store things I didn’t
ever even use once.
So easy then.  A dishwasher.  Ice cubes.
The car to place my purse on the seat
next to me and my drink in the spot.
Couldn’t see it coming just like my marriage.
Impossible to imagine a life other than that.
But, in both cases, it happened
irregardless.
I’m frightened.  What am I doing here?


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My Heart

Ba boom,  bah boom,  bah boom
Everyone says my heart sounds great for someone my age.
But they can't see what lies inside.
Ba boom,  bah boom,  bah boom
They all say your heart is as strong as an ox 
But they can't feel the loneliness,  the sadness,  the hurt that rides
Along with the beating that just won't subside.
Ba boom,  bah boom,  
I can hear from here; it's constant pulsating is a menace
To my ears.
Bah Boom,  Bah Boom,  Bah Boom,
Why doesn't anyone really see, 
my heart as it feels to me.
Ba boom,  bah boom 
Another day gone, 
Still know one knows;     I'm all alone.
Ba Boom,      Bah,     boom,     bah ...


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IMAGE PROBLEM

                                             No problem
                                         Image in a mirror
                                        seems to be broken
                                          when the mirror is
                                          
                                                Problem
                                         Image must be well
                                     in the heart mirror of others
                                          must be kept it fit 
                                                                                      


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COMING OF AGE ON ST PATRICK'S DAY

COMING OF AGE ON ST PATRICK’S DAY

It was a cold March 17th in northern England
As the hearse pulled in thru the cemetery gates 
We followed in silence  - no more left to say.
Mother had been ill for so long, 
Never complaining  - now released:
I could hardly look over the pit edge 
Where she waited for my handful of earth,
Tears, ashes  to ashes, and dust.
The rest of the day was just filling out forms:
The remains are only a blurred memory.
That evening my girl and I made love 
For the first time and made plans for our release
From  existence in that town for too long  -
Too dark and forbidding, for love, work, hope :
We buried it in our memories as we lay 
On the carpet in the firelight:
End of childhood, start of adulthood.
Three weeks later we had shaken off the dust 
And were married in the warm spring of London.

.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Written by  Sydney  Peck

Entered in   Frank Herrera's   Contest     COMING OF AGE 


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Images WHAT IS THE IMAGE

WHAT IS THE IMAGE ?
--------------------------
I have looked into the mirror of today's reality,
all I can see is an alone image with all it's frailty.
You have faded into my idea of yesterday,
the romances known, that would never stay.

I have come to the conclusion, come to know, 
come to realize, all may come, but surely it will go.
All that remains are the beautiful memories
that lay upon the pages that tell the stories.

Being the Captain, on the bridge, at the helm
guiding this vessel of mine into a new realm.
Having been a careless driver at the wheel.
How much of this long, winding road is real ?

B. J. "A" 2
JULY 1st 2010


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start overs

another day...
i have walked
one
day at a time

now it is
another hour
i hear mommas'
old clock chime

i look at  me and say
'WHO is that?'
the image is silent
and just looks back

here is the deal....
i want start overs
can't i HAVE THAT?

again the image
just stares back

the answer is clear
even i can see that
start overs 
are fresh sold out

and my image  just
stares back


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Moonlit Passage


On steadfast passage, I observe,
though I surely walk alone…
The soft moonlight cannot obscure,
footprints among the stones…
Have I walked this path before?
Perhaps these prints are mine?
I’ve traveled far, yet here they are,
they’ve stood the test of time.
These faded clues, by midnight hue,
have filled my mind with déjà vu…
Some memories form,
then try to leave.
But clues belie them I believe…
I journey through the dark of night,
to validate by morning light.
The tarnished traces, memories cast,
on stepping stones of travels past…
Copyright © 2014


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How to Receive a Miracle

How to Receive a Miracle

Miracles seem rare these days
Many say they are isolated to the days of the Old Testament
I am here to tell you that just isn’t so
For the fact that I am still here to write this poem
Is testimony enough
My whole life I have been stalked by the enemy
He has sought to destroy me at each and every turn
He has hidden behind many images and activities 
Trying to drag my soul to hell
I have had two marriages and pain unimaginable
I walked in my younger years abused and beshuffled
I delivered 3 precious children all of whom understand Jesus
I have watched them too fall on their knees and cry out to him
How can one say that there is no God if you were to observe my life
How can one say that there is no God if I shared all the circumstances
There is only one true God and He truly is a miracle worker
He is constantly pulling strings from above to bring our lives into order
If you would only give him a chance he would also shower many miracles
Upon you
Call upon him this day…
His name is Wonderful, Counselor, Prince of Peace
His name is JESUS
He is my best friend!

Gwendolen Rix
7-23-14


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Old Age Kills

Youth is bliss
old age cruel fate
when was I born I've forgotten the date
I'm old as Earth,dying since birth
every action's in slow motion near cadavic still
ther's no immortal youth potion ,only death pills
old age kills days are filled
with boring obsolete thrills
my mind betrays itself
until my will is forgotten
my flesh reeks,its begun to rotten
youth's our modern drug rave cause we age everyday
old age's perdition,suicide is wisdom
where am I now I've lost my vision
prayers to no one,who would dare listen
religion's myth and faith healings delusive
Tired ,near death,I've surrendered to painkiller bliss 
lethal injections and cheap narcotics
modern drug culture,youth sacrifice
stay high waste life
miracle news "Afterlife death cures old age too"
death is heaven
eternal life is memory
pain free forever , my death is destiny


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How Much

H ow much love would it take

to overcome the hate

How much kindness could smother cruelty

who would stand in solidarity

against the madness

the senseless sadness

Have we the strength to stop a mothers tears?

We have strength enough to kill

we have courage enough to die

Are there more of them than there is of us?

Is there more of that than there is of this?

Can we? 

will we ever see

to kill for peace is to fornicate for chastity

Patience patience

We have strength enough to kill

We have courage enough to die

if only those of us who do

were not so close

to those who have no need to.


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Restoration

He chips, he adds, he prolongs,
the dust from years past
blows away, blows into the nether
world of reality. Reality is! Everything
must go through the decaying and, slow aging 
process. It catches up         with us all!

As I look into the mirror - another line; 
another truth, etches its way onto my flesh
my slowly decaying flesh of life.

He has to chip slowly at the wall
It is delicate! Must be handled with - 
extreme care. The dust catches his breath
he coughs, then stops and surveys his work

I stay a while checking my skin 
my reflection now making me sigh.
Whatever? I check my teeth. Shrug
and then just brush the moments, the 
thoughts away, but I never get it all

Not with just a brush!

He uses a mortar and pestle
and a special, delicate kind of brush.

His day is over – my life goes on
as usual!


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Can You Hear Me Now?

In the Bible the book of James reads like a Shakesperian play
With words that are archaic and not used as much these days
James writes of his concerns about how to lead an ethical life
How one should communicate in order to follow the ways of Jesus Christ
But in society today proper language seems to have gotten lost somehow
Can you understand what people are saying, can you hear me now?
For It's not so much as what you say, but It's how you say it.

Ebonics, street lingo and generation X slang words
It's not so much  about can you hear me, 
but do you understand what you have heard
"Put some frosting on your bling-bling"
Now what in the heck does that mean?

Some rap music isn't so bad, 
If you can comprehend the main point
But most of those songs seem to address violence 
and the gangster life in the joint

We need to set an example with the proper Christian tone
Re-teach the youth of today to communicate
in a language that's not all their own
May God make them the instruments to carry forth His story
Pray that they come to understand the with Him, there Is glory

Can you hear me now? a slogan that Verizon does use
Can you understand me now with the words that I choose?
The diversity in the university
Is just a sign of the individuality
There's nothing wrong with being unique 
and marching to the beat of a different drum
BUt can you hear me now 
and do you understand where I'm coming from?



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Time's Weavings/My Broodings

Shut inside     windows open    w  i  d  e
I age 1,000 years 
To your one.

The Past turns in its light circles upon the Present,
Inscribing itself into memories
That will lend their textures to the future -
Pains and pleasures
Loves and losses
The bitter and the sweet -
All will fall together and become tomorrow,
Then break apart and cycle on again.

Outdoors, beyond a window full of November clouds
A child is running gaily past,
While up the street with ancient, measured tread
A crone approaches.
Youth and Age will pass and cycle 'round again.

I turn gray thoughts over in my mind
Composing poems as my significant others
Drift in and out of the rooms of my life,
Now babe  Now child  Now youth  Now adult
Now gone
Friends and lovers help weave the warp together,
Light and shadow chase each other through the rooms,
Whispering the secrets of change.


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Easter Eggs

Woke up from a dream in which I had been the target of abuse. The image of him 
crouching at my lovers door, wanting him more than he wanted me punished my 
whole being all day. In the dream we were caught but the larger horror was that 
the act betrayed everyone but him. I longed to get out of that dream and to feel the 
pain fade away. It didn't fade all day.

I'm never alone these days. I live on my own and I walk on my own from the 
house to the shops or the webcafe, but i'm never really alone. It's like an 
appreciation of something else happening inside me or slightly behind my faded 
eyes. When when I am naked I am wrapped up in it and it gets harder and harder 
to breath through it. On the television someone is bleeding inbetween sex. We 
are all tubes. Now they are crying after the sex with the blood on their hands and 
lips. My blood is inside me, watery and thin and longing to be warmer.

I spoke to him on the phone just to see if he was alive. He starts every call I make 
to him by breathing as if he hasn't opened his mouth or his nose all day. Aware 
that I don't have to call, he perks up knowing that I have, but reminds me with his 
lack of words and his sipping that the only person who could pick up the phone 
to answer my call is him. I wanted to tell him about the dream, maybe to seek 
forgiveness for my inside-self stopping his abuse by allowing my own. I wanted 
to explain about the ghosts I'd chased and the horrible image of the crouching 
man, old skin hanging off rubbed elbows. Instead we talked about tobbacco and 
other passing things. I'll call him again later just to check that he's asleep.

The person on the television has the body I used to have. He reminds me of the 
fullness I used to feel when I ate and the intensity of feeling I used to be capable 
of. All day I have wondered about the value and reality of those feelings. We have 
all been born to die, to pass through things and pass away. We are all walking 
eggs, unfertilised and incapable of change. I want to reach out and interrupt the 
man walking on television and caress his youth and tell him things. He's 
smoking and i'm smoking and both of us are acting, one reflecting the other.

Easter Sunday when things were unborn and shells were walked upon deftly. 
Isn't it funny that the more complex things become, the less we talk and the more 
we understand.

The neighbours plodded and stomped loudly, either unaware or too aware of the 
necessity of night time.


Details | I do not know? | |

RECIPROCATION

The old man peers at his photograph ,
Looking at the boy he used to be.

“Smile !  – Say cheese “ , says the photographer ,
The youngster murmurs , blandly , "Camembert" 
And looks intently at the camera ,
The moment made eternal with a click.

The man looks at the image of his past ;
His image looks back ,from the page.
He sees the picture of his long ago.
The image views its future through a lens.



Details | Free verse | |

make me a subconscious prophet that doesn't know

Get all your biblical metaphors
all the meanings of angels of justice and death
the names and numbers
and metaphors of meaning of witchcraft 
and everything mankind pays attention to
from beasts to prostitutes
and go forth and make them riddles
make them meaningfull journeys of contemplation 
only the subconscious can percieve
Like a magician subtly giving away his tricks
never give away the answer to the riddle in all obviousness
but be sure that somehow it can be thought through

With all of these puzzles
I'll submerse myself into meaning and imagery
this language of mans esoteric seeds
of emotions and pleasantries of everything
of divine interventions and life lessons
of buildings that stand tall 
of every language culture and creed
I'll read them all
one by one
I'll ponder them all
and sleep them away soo deep
and tomorrow
I will become a prophet of tomorrow
one that doesn't even know

as i follow your lead
of all this imagery 
of hot topics
and metaphors everyone disguises
sliding from place to place
I will say the answers to the riddles so openly and honestly
in this spotlight
and the future we're not m,eant to see
we still won't will be revealed
and covered again
and another chapter of where we came together
to uncover mankind's seeds
to slide away innocent
to know nothing
to create a future mystery will have taken place
and this was a part of your writing legacy

your gift to me
my gift to you
and tomorrow we will discover something
and maybe they will do it again
but no one will ever compare to the subconscious pedastools
we are about to achieve!


Details | Free verse | |

Slipping Into The Cracks

Slipping Into The Cracks
Portable recorder on he held it up so eye could see it eye laughed in his direction 
there was nothing on it an alien creature does not have an image He was 
cackling in his glee then he tried to see the image on the screen it was a little 
yellow duck swimming in a pond of jargon gone were the images of me oh what 
wonder what delight to be an alien in flight slipping into the cracks just before 
daylight


Details | Narrative | |

My Hero

My Spirit is having a human experience:
hushed and silent
I become a Witness
in the parentheses enfolding
D-Day through to the slow-motion collapse
of big-box skyscrapers in a terrorist's plan.

Softly, slowly I walk past
endless tombs of televised murders
or flower children's drug-induced suicides.
Poverty, plenty, poetry it all stands
upon the sacred earth's blueness
as seen looking back from the moon to ...
napalm.

I stand in awe before technology
and face the emptiness of the pc screen
as boat people float passed.
My Age, these sixty-five years gone by ...
is it the Jesus Christ Superstar Age
or the Age of Greed,
the Age of Open Closets or
the 12-Step-Whatever-Ails-You Age,
is it the Age of Billionaires ... ?

And after all the foul air
I've breathed and through
this horror bravely gone,
I know My Hero is you and me
on this journey.
For we still smile, we still laugh,
we still cry as we pass   
while the sand
softly, slowly falls
to the end of My Time.