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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

I saw you yesterday

I saw you yesterday

I saw you yesterday, your features grinned,
some silken scarf was waving in the blue,
I thought of what the rains could not rescind;
our images, that in the fields imbue.

I saw tempestuous, around me shades,
the rain's persistence had engraved your name
upon the slate, around she formed cascades,
inviting flash amid the drops, and flame.

I saw flash yesterday, inside the rain,
how beautiful it was, her kiss of dew
your words became my sails on trip arcane 
the clouds, your messengers, 'mid skies to strew.

I sensed the crooked line reticulate,
the sulfur acrid smell and pale flame's hue,
transmuting to abderian road skate,
zigzagging on a water copper tube.

The flame transformed to runnel flowing laughs;
the rustling of droplets on the leaves,
combined the bright and shapely drawing graphs
with clouds to form above, celestial eaves.

I saw flash yesterday, my features grinned,
like silken scarf was waving in the blue,
I thought of what the rains could not rescind:
two images, amidst the fields imbue.

© G. V., 10-21-2013, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic pentameter)


Details | Rhyme | |

Dust From The Past

Looking back again, back into the past, 
it was written in sand, all those questions we asked
on those last days of summer, something was wrong
as the leaves started turning, and shadows grew long

There was dust on the tables, and the clutter remained
where never before, .... had it not been restrained
You were known for your grace, now your pride was at risk
Quickly swept, polished fine, brushed away with a whisk

This just wasn't you, having bricks without mortar
You were never unkempt ...now a life out of order?
You would never have allowed such things out of place
Something so small, would have been your disgrace

There was something to blame, something was strange
Even small tasks, we noticed, had changed
Another piece of a puzzle, fell into place
Your trace of bewilderment, when a name was erased

Your memory lost, and a world gone absurd ...
Then, once it was you....alone and disturbed 
Lost and afraid, but mostly confused
Forgetting the day, many things you would lose,
or someone you loved, so much undefined
shoved back to blind spaces, your words couldn't find

Dust motes collected where never before,
would settle, make home, in your mind evermore
Without any warning, without any sound
until you were gone, and the years fell around

Dreams that you had, were drawn in the sand
into the traces of dust of a far away land

_________________________________________________
Inspired by Isaiah Zerbst's Contest: "Pick a Title"
10/31/14


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Sunbonnet


She shuffled by our house, so slow and bent,
No second thought of where the lady went.
On her return, no one around to see.
A shaded path, she blended with the trees.

We children always giggled, as she passed.
A group emboldens others to harrass.
Our high pitched jeering from a hidden niche,
The frail, sunbonnet lady, we yelled "witch".

One day a fever kept me home from class.
I saw her weary shuffle down the path.
My over-active need to know convened.
I followed with excitement and unseen.

A house engulfed by weeds grown thick and tall,
As vines of every species claimed the walls.
Around the side, a window to peek in; 
A man in bed with twisted, throbbing limbs.
.
The lady rubbed a salve to ease his pain.
And hummed a long forgotten song's refrain.

I blurted all I'd seen to mom and dad.
He stood in shocked alert and mom grew sad.

How soon the path was plowed into a drive,
A grocer truck and red-light cops arrived.
I last recall a fancy bike, brand new.
Events seem blurred, with growing up to do.
.


Gene Bourne.
07-17-14




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Details | Rhyme | |

Jesse's Girl

Rick Springfield's Jesse's Girl was playing on the radio, we were all partying guys and girls out on my patio. I prayed no one or you would catch me looking your way, noticing what I was doing for the better part of the day. The music?, just irony, go ahead give it a whirl, here I am awestruck by you my best friends girl I just know this is so wrong all the thoughts I have about you. You always look like you smell like soap taste like morning dew. You always look like you just came out of the dryer. I really have to ignore this urge or end up in the fryer. There's a girl just to my left I know it's me she's talking to. She might as well be talking to the wall all I can see is you. It's my party, my house but I grab my jacket and leave. Suddenly I hear someone running behind me, it's Steve " You ok guy, you're white as a sheet, are you ill?" he says, worry on his face. I reply "I'm fine, chill." "Good. Mind if I join you?" he counters and he's all in. Guilty is my middle name but I don't tell him of my sin. "I've been staring at your girlfriend all night" I think! "Is that what I should tell him?" I am on the brink. I change my mind and I decide not to tell him anything. We walk for a while before he shows me a wedding ring. He explains he is ready to take the leap. I listen quietly I don't make a peep. What is wrong with me? This is my childhood friend, I might as well be Judas look at me...as if I wish his end. He is Caesar and I am Brutus with a knife in my hand. How did I get here what am I thinking this was unplanned. I congratulate him, his hug says it all. He suspects nothing, nothing at all. I know I will be selling my eternal soul when we finish, at the end of this stroll. I haven't told you the other side until now, she looks at me too. She can't take this vow. I know I will lose a lifelong relationship. I don't care. I'm going for it. Let it rip I 'm going to move in on her this very night or in the morning in the bright of the light, share my feelings. I am sure she feels the same way too I am sure she will, if she didn't I wouldn't know what to do. Steve must of left, but when? He was just with me. Two men lead me to a room. Lock the door for me. Everyone must of left. I hear screams in the hall. I think they injected something in me, the gall. The dream the dream I am having...again. Rape...murder...bodies, Steve, her, me, insane. What did I do?...what did I do?...wet I'm wet. Sleep. I have to sleep. That's it you bet. I bolt up. She's in bed with me. She's with me. A nightmare. I was having...it was all make believe. These nightmares have to stop...these bad dreams. Go back to sleep. Yes. In the hall, what are those screams? 03/10/2014


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

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


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

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

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

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

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


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Free verse | |

My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell


Details | Free verse | |

Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Reverie

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


Details | Free verse | |

Rebirth

Ignite,
The missing light,
Forget,
What's behind.
Just believe,
That love comes again...

'Cause,
The skies,
Are like a hard glide,
In a shining rainbow's light...

All dreams and fantasies,
Can be reality,
'Cause fantasy,
Is based on reality...
But all histories aren't the same...

'Cause,
Sometimes, we dive,
In our lives...

So,
Don't judge,
For what you see,
Judge,
For what it is...,
'Cause time passes,
But, memories remain...

And,
Listen,
To your heart,
'Cause,
The body, does,
The mind, thinks,
And, the heart, feels...,
While, the soul, lives...

So,
Always remember,
To remember the past,
To live the present,
And to wait and pursue the future...

Listen to your heart,
Before you are telling goodbye,
'Cause destiny,
Might lead to demise...,
But, remember that destiny can be changed...

Life is unpredictable,
But space and time,
Could be controlled...
And even if some die,
We may survive...

Remember,
That life,
Might have an endless beginning...

All that remains,
Is to be reborn...


Details | Tanka | |

FLIPPING MEMORIES



watching wild geese drift old lady on porch sips tea as nightfall grows pale... thumbs browse ripped album pages flipping memories of youth Alfred Vassalo's Just One Tanka


Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Free verse | |

Fade to Black

FADE TO BLACK

My life it seems has had its share
of shining moments, recalled with
fondness when some achievement
let me stand awhile inside the light.

But when the bulb more faintly burned,
and shadows ruled the day instead.
Then it was that I have seen the rabid horde
rush to steal the fading rays and claim
that it was they who once before had
kindled the amazing spark and
more than once obtained the praise.

And so my trophies gather dust
and tarnish high upon my victory shelf— 
wilted blooms of a forget-me-not life,
which no one seems to remember.


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 | |

The Hours of Alzheimer

The Hours of Alzheimer 

12
It starts ticking away slowly
Longer needed to search what’s  known.
Watching the hand jerk 
Minutes passing
“Twelve is for noon, then?”
“Yes.  Yes, Daddy!  Just like that. 
  Twelve noon is lunch.” 


3
Very gently, oh so sweetly,
Out of love and kindest thought
Offering words and filling fissures
Keeping pace and instant beating
“The,     oh, you know, the       oh how silly, the     the box thing”
“Yes, the box thing, the clock,  Daddy.  Says it’s 3 and time for tea.”  


6
Now impatience starts its tapping
Chasms stretching longer still
Wanting this moment
 to stop its running
“I       I       please      fork       I     I   food”
“Oh, of course, dear Daddy.  Dinner time.  
  Here, your fork. ”          


9  
Interval waxing
Memory waning
Lingering in the distance
This cavity expanding 
“ I                   I       I            I”
“Oh it’s last course time Daddy.  Some dessert, then time for bed.”


12
Midnight falling
Thoughts abandoned
Cadence silent
Dead of night

First published: Poetry Quarterly


Details | I do not know? | |

Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom

(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)



Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:



Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.


He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.


After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.


In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.


Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.


He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.


Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.


On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.


Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.


His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.


In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.


On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:


‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.

Tell my people that I love them.

They must continue the fight.’



Mahlangu died for a cause!



Salute!



The Struggle Continues…




(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)


Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Details | Rhyme | |

Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

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

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

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

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


Details | Ode | |

Because They Play the Game

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Nothing to lose

Broken, Cold, Empty, Devoid of hope
These are the forgotten generation
These are the few who stood up
The young that fell for such a cause

Lost, scarred, unremembered,
These boys sent with hope of glory
Learn instead what it costs
To die a nameless death

Over they go with nothing to lose
Over they fall with nothing to lose
Over they die with nothing to lose


Details | Rhyme | |

The Family That God Gave to Me

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My Dad

My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom. 
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's 
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .

Alcohol hit our Family , a curse .
He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois.
To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears .
Meeting my step mom , my sisters age .
My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world . 

Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life . 
She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker .
I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ?

I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters 
eventually . All three women were competing for my Father .
I was kicked out at 16 yrs.

Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things .
At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week .
I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming.
This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted .

Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party,  how and when,  Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye .
Not being able to send my engraved clock . 

 "Dad Passed " received call  from sister whom just stayed a week with me ,  I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie.

I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed.

He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~

I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme. 

 Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day.
 Are you Glorified with Power?  Denied the right to grieve , 

 Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD .

My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks. 
 We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil.

Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .


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 | Narrative | |

Crazy

My friends and I had midnight hide and seek
One had to stand by a tree and not peek
In my state of hiding great I was hard to find
My friends decided to just be unkind
They all got together and decided to hunt me down
I first hid in the river near my house and almost drown
When they walk close by me I silently move through the grass
It was very hard to see, but I crawled a long time and almost ran out of gas
Then I heard one say that they were going up and wait by the tree
I had an idea that made a way to make them see
A shadow that ran in the distance thinking that would be
I had my horse pull a little manikin to make them think it was me
My friends took their flashlight and shined it toward it
I thought I had them but one thing was clear they did not fall for it not a bit
They all laugh and started to call out my name
They all asked how the heck did you have time to pull that trick that was so lame
I did not answer so they kept on looking for me, but I was so quick 
Some of my friends started to get really mad and tick
I was a master of doing weird things they all knew what I can do
The night was still young and the grass was collecting dew
I decided to make a distraction once again
To think of it, it would probably make the night end
My friends finally surrounded my tree house
I was quiet, so quiet, more than a mouse
I had some rope in the tree house to make my escape
To distract them I made a loud noise like an ape
The tree that my tree house was in was at least forty feet up
I had some stash in my tree house a drink or two in a cup
My final hour is about to end I did not want my friends to catch me till I got to the tree
I took the rope and tide it on a branch and pushed off and that was the key
I landed on the garage roof and sneaked my way to the tree
My friends knew me to well that they plan things before I could see
They had a fish net ready for me to step into
I thought that was kinda wise and some what like pew
The few feet by the tree there was two of my friends that was ready
Up in the tree they both jumped down and pulled me up in the net fast and steady
They thought they had won, the person had to tag me before I touch tree
She ended up having to get something to stand on to reach me
I swung my weight back and forth till I ended up touching and the game ended
My friends and I were so full of surprises and that is what the game handed


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Land of the free

Land of the free???



Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses, yearning to breath free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shores,
Send those, the homeless,
Tempest-toss to me,
I lift my lamp besides the golden door
Enter welcome to liberty
Come enjoy this land
A nation built by the sweat and blood of immigrates
A chance for freedom
A chance for the American dream
We come along a way from that statement
From embracing arms to protest rallies
Hate spells from the top down
Laws passed to shut down the boarders
If the dream is to live America
Like those who came many years ago
Why is it now
That we do no longer want 
The tired, the poor, the homeless
The children who suffer the most
Scared of the mob formed
Chatting slogans on hate
It is the norm to make fun of this situation 
Who will do the work Americans will not do?
They are stealing jobs from Americans 
God’s presence is sprinkled over the founding fathers
From their beliefs 
To our constitution
Where has the love gone?
Why do we now not practice what god taught us
Love thy neighbor as you would love thy self
Are we now a loveless nation?
Are we now a Godless nation?
Here in America you must speak English first
If that is the case 
Then why do I not hear us speaking the language of Native American 
Go back where you come from
We do not want you here
Send back lady liberty
We seemed to have forgot her message
We have Forgot the nation that embraced the lost. 


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OVER THE TRANQUIL PLACE WHERE LOVE SUDDENLY GREW

Over the tranquil place where love suddenly grew,
night carved the tender image of two souls breathing together,
to delight themselves until the sky turned dark blue;
we watched the stars come much closer and get brighter.


Night carved the tender image of two souls breathing together,
and it united them with deep passion and a solemn promise;
we watched the stars come much closer and get brighter,
we pondered the new mystery...so distant was the sunrise.


And it united them with deep passion and a solemn promise
as a memory which can't be easily erased or even forgotten,
we pondered the new mystery...so distant was the sunrise;
in awe we stood, while we could no longer see the horizon.


As a memory that can't be easily erased or even forgotten,
our minds remembered the tenderness of each hug and kiss;
in awe we stood, while we could no longer see the horizon...
the nightingales came to listen and learn words of sweetness.  


Our minds remembered the tenderness of each hug and kiss,
to delight themselves until the sky turned dark blue;
the nightingales came to listen and learn words of sweetness...
over the tranquil place where love suddenly grew.


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The Masters

h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no baby worrys from the devil. whispers on my ear xrtays , be very afraid, cantrall camaflauge like a sand dollar, honor boy we descretion , a virtue is all im left now, we the still launching balls in the park, remarks, its remarkableaint it?deep all dark as the cell lights from weldsgenuine from the top to the bottom, weathered by the struggle tried and true i confess tyhe devil still got a bounty on my head here, Weapons come bring all even that

determination reaffirmed confirmation
dragged across the face of
the devil, and i will face him,
killer on a cutthroat, lost my chrome and prorellis,
tomahawk mechetes,common cause i blare on, bread and butter, married to love of, giving mary credit, everytime i ever said it, deeper than the message, freedom never said more, boy act like he badder, go for me now im bipolar facing all weapons like its the deepest ****ing episode, connection in the west, no nothing coming easy, friends spell finders,wilder than saying it aint over, i aint acting like im clean, babys body beating on my head whelps and melodies, def to a felony, boy consider carefully im more than just distant memories, more than u still feell, the crown on your head of a king i slam down, been down in this sound like seashells has been around, like it hurts well pain is my profession, still trying trying to perfect it, pros dont know whats pros and cons know, among those pics as fast a lens close, so i been known tell u motha****as i been known, still feeling likke i got a price on me, yea devils got a bounty on my head, ask my nephew, ask me and stars shine like scars be me traveling far to minds, reaching for more life treating this like im beast tearing out this town by its eyeballs, white squalls black powder , blast that ass like Im massive passions in acid baths,listen strictly speaking to the Masters, G-force and white noise creator of the devil salngs pain choice words Streets still speak ina deep voice, do u feel remorse, hear the men i lead hear me boy slient in a count down anticipation anger too got u making mistakes now, now now no i aint even dressed in your wardrobe, take the tie off, nical all nighters, alcohol graig them twist their ****ing minds up, listen if u got better hand, well stealth meet finesse's nails, i said i will, sett a trap and the net never catches me it never will, dealing with a hardhead, as i rain hell down soft my middle finger the taste of victory , that u still long for, flash that mercy and emergencys well dont freak out, i speak out
and put a X on a narc's head, boy im part metal, its what i teethed on, Like Im thuggish for accidents that the dicate the laws broken by a skunk, feel my blanco vendetta,as it shrinks your stature, just suppose I stole your power, well ***** u can have it back,


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The Rememberer

She sits and glances out the window gray
The glass just mocks and fogs her weary eyes.
The dancing candle fails to light her way
As darkness causes heavy, weary sighs.

But memory just shades her vision more.
A cloak of lies, like ice, then stuns her heart.
Her weak and weary feet won't leave the floor,
The window tears her wilting soul apart.

The sun once lit her flowing, golden hair,
And moon once filled her eyes with silver light,
But past has killed the gold that once was there
And now, her eyes are darker than the night.

The days, we say, have worn away her life.
But she doth know that t'was her foolish strife.


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That Girl

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


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Eyes of Seminary

Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook

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

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

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

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


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


Details | Free verse | |

Midnight Lullaby

I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.

You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.

We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.

When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.

Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.

You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.

Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.


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The Autumn Affect

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


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Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?


Details | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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For Always

Every moment I can't see your face;
These are the days and nights when I miss you.
I ask that you stay for always,
On sunny days and when it rains too.

If I speak to another pretty dame,
She's not the flame inside that grows.
In my heart you will remain;
This one thing I'd like you to know.



©2013 Honestly JT
For Skat -Love's "Under 10" Poetry Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Self PORTRAIT

I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore




Details | Ballade | |

Success

Success

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

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

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

1 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.





Details | Ballad | |

TO EVERY SOLDIER THAT THEIR IS

One of the happiest days,
Is  bringing our soldiers home alive,
To where they can be seen,
By their families once again,
To show them we love them,
And care about them,
In the ways we should,
Cause they gave up their time,
And their lives for this country,
For our freedoms we often take for granted,
To protect us from the domestic evils of today,
Whether we see them or not,
We should praise them all,
For all that they have done,
Including those who have fallen,
And can Not walk back through the gates of home,
For they have fallen and given more for this country,
And sacrificed more than we pay attention too,
To save us all for our freedoms,
Which our country will often forget,
With time the fallen one's,
Because we often pay attention to those,
Who are here in front of us and can fight,
One day at a time,
Which is the wrong way to be,
Cause all soldiers are made the same,
And should never be forgotten in anyway,
Day after day cause we have what we have,
To remind us all of all who have sacrificed their lives,
For the freedoms we have to keep us safe,
Each and everyday!


Details | Narrative | |

Indefinite Love

I saw a young lady who was so perfect that she made my heart beat
I could not figure it out and now I really don't know I had to take a seat
She smiled like an angel in the heavens with glorious blinding teeth
She seems so kind and full of life and never put people beneath
I do not have a bad thought or a moment without any ease
I notice that because she pulled me up and smiled with a tease
She kept things close to her like my hand and my heart
She knew that I was just the man that gave her a good start
I never had a thought of leaving because of a fight
I will never part with her because she is my sight
She looks forward at all times and never looks back
She knows how I am if some one would hurt her I would attack
I will never leave her side with out her knowing she is safe and sound
I am the man of her dreams I will never let her down hard on any ground
She loves me with all her heart and I know this because she gives me the look
She knew how long I waited for her to notice me, I remember it was long time it took
I waited by her side when she was ill and could not walk 
I held her hand and made her smile when I told her I love her, when I talk
She noticed it in my voice the feelings with care
She never looked at me in a blank stare


Details | Free verse | |

For An Abused Child

If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo
Before You Were Born
I Would Have Sheltered You Safely
and Protected Your Form ...

I'd Have Put You In My Womb
& Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric
& Patted My Expanding Belly
As I Played You Music

And As You Got Ready
To Arrive From The Birth Canal
You Would've Known My Breasts
Would Be Ringing Like Welcome Bells! ...

Eager To Suckle You
Breast Feed My Own Flesh & Nourish
So You Could Grow Strong
... In Love's Encourage

I Would've Held You In Wonder
& So Close Tenderly
Amazed At This Little Bundle,
Breathing, Piece of Me ...

And When You Turned One
Or As You Sucked Your Thumb
Or Eating Baby Food Jars of Plums
... I'd Have Given You Trumpets & Drums

... And Building Alphabet Blocks
& Superman Capes
& Stuffed Teddy Bears
& Oatmeal Cookies & Grapes

I'd Have Read You Stories
From Capt. Adventure Books
You'd Have Known You Were Loved
By My Proud Mama Looks

I'd Have Spent Time With You
Showing You How To Tie Your Shoe
Rocked You If You Caught The Flu
or Any Sniffles You Went Through ...

I Would Have Played With You
& Prayed With You
From Crawling To Walking
Paved The Way For You

Yeah, I Would Have Fussed At You
& When Needed Even Spanked You Too
& I'd Meant: This Hurts Me More Than You
'Cause You're The Little Symbiot, Mama Grew

So, You Would Have Known
You Were Loved & Treasured
You Would Have Known
Your Worth Couldn't Be Measured

Nor Compared To Anyone Else
At Any Point In Time
'Cause You Are The Best
Because You Were "Mine"

* * * * * * *

But I Never Knew You
But Believe Me If I Had ...
I'd A Made Sure You Had 
A Loving Mom & Dad

And You Would've Never Been Abused
Or Treated Bad ...
But From Now On Find Your Joy
To Replace What's Sad


            Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/12/2013 
             by:  MoonBee Canady


Details | Narrative | |

My Hidden Fear

People are my weakness and hidden fear
I just feel that some words they say set me in tear
For example I gave a person a smile one day and they gave me a glare
I did not know that smiling in the world today cause people to stare
These types of stare gave me chills down my spine a feeling that made me blind
Why? why is my weakness the people who are very unkind
Hiding is all I can do when people give me a unkind view
I get to a point that my fear seems to wonder and stew
People are who they are and what should I even do
I don't understand that they are evil and some times nice too
My hidden fear are people just because they are always around
That is no argument and my feeling are perfectly sound
The hate builds up in my mind, but does not bother, how my heart feel
I learned to undergo a change that my feelings become like steel
Hard as it should be in situations needed I forget how to use it
So it becomes my weapon and it is to some people heartless just a bit
My hidden fear is what I see in people today
They harm others and they think it is okay
That is why I fear my feelings for others at times because it is so confusing
My hidden fear is some what bad and some what a blessing


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.


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You Alone

Look at you, you have found my heart
With love I stare into your eyes
With passion I devise
I can not part with you or can not stop the things I have started

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Look I walk by your side and I found my self crying
With your hands so soft with gentleness
With your smile so beautiful with carefulness
I do notice life with you without sighing

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Without a fear of losing you, you are in my visions
With beautiful roses by your side 
I love you more than twelve times
Without doubt I do love you, I care for you and you alone

So do not walk away 
Please lets talk about things anyway
With feelings of letting you go is make me ache in the heart
Do not stop believing my passion has fallen apart

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Look I want us to grow old with each other through years of journeys
With hope of sharing life of fulfillment that gives us memories
With this I hope to give all of my faith and I hope it is not to late
I Look into your eyes with such full life because you have been my life date

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

And you alone

So I raise my hands to embrace you

you alone



Details | I do not know? | |

Brand New Year

The year has passed,
so long ago,
And now its time for us to go
We've said or prayers,
and goodbyes
So spread your wings,
its time to fly
We wont forget our childhood here
But now its time for
A Brand New Year.


Details | Rhyme | |

Do You Remember

Was it really as you remember?
Was it as sweet as you recall?
What was the other’s name?
Do you remember them at all?

Do you remember where you were,
The season or the time of day?
Do you remember how it made you feel
And what next you had to say?

Had you practiced on your hand?
Did you do it right or almost miss?
How often do you think of it…

Your very first Hollywood kiss?


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)






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T H E S E C R E T

Though I did not want anyone to know

Helping people is what I try to do so I can grow

Even when it is tough I realize I help people not for show


Self involvement is a must a way to make things make sense

Eager to do things I become sometimes dense

Caring about the things I love is what really can help my choice

Revealing my secret to you I will keep my poise

Even when the time comes I will not be spoiled because of my heart

The secret to doing things is make it a great memory so it will not part


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


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Story of Afghanistan

Story of Afghanistan

The barren land of my birthplace
Green at times but screening a rocky face
Known for thousands of years for its warrior race
Let me tell you the truth,
No one really wanted this “space”.

Up until two lions began prying around
Initially, just fooling around
Afterwards, casting off their cannon sound
Resembling the 6th night of an infant’s fête
Building their castles, and so began the burial grounds.

The lions pledged to crush the other
With a master plan
Dividing the blood brothers
Such was the instruction of the queen mother
As the clans clashed and killed one another.
The chiefs were swallowed by the promise of gold
The mullahs were swapped for the hollow soul
The seniors by the fire recounted and foretold
The purpose for the lion’s vehemence
This story definitely in time will unfold.
The old grew timeworn
Waiting for their young ones to return home
The teenagers free born
Screamed out of their mosques’ domes
Come and join us in this struggle
Faced with the crusaders of the Church of Rome,
But little did they know,
No one will return but the maimed men to a funeral home.

The sturdier lion won the combat
But what has become of my Afghanistan
The wolf in a sheep’s disguise
Has spoiled my jade paradise
My heart denies it but I may have bombed my youthful chums,
This is now a global land-dwelling for bums and slums!
The lion wishes to be unveiled this time
So he promises to take the last dime
After all it pays to cooperate in war crimes!
He roars in a deafening cry
I bring Democracy to this land
With loads of cash in one hand
A whip in the back hand--forgetting the long years of perfidy
I now declare and demand
This is the new Promised Land.
 A woman of this realm is exposed with a promise
She is liberated by democracy
Famous on national publications like the story of Pocahontas
She’s affirmed independent and agreed to arise out of the darkness
As the saga is read to the United States Congress
She exhales
And anticipates the lion’s hunger
Waiting for the day when she will be veiled, unveiled, and then veiled again
Not by ordinary men
But by inscription of law.
Thank you for sealing the decree!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Narrative | |

Reminiscence

Prologue:
For whoever think story telling is that easy,
Would properly from this hilarious incident,
scene or whatever you might call it, would know is not.

                             *****************

Just some couple of months ago, I was invited
by a friend who knows me too well, back then in 
school as a funny guy and story teller and so he taught this
night, that his grand pa (who is a famous story teller 
of his village) had fall sick, I would be in a better position
to cover up for his father's so called responsibility
to his people. "For he (my friend's father, Williams) is a good story teller.
But what about me who has never faced 
the ample crowd with my 'cripple' tale unless sharing it with friends?" I mumbled.

In the middle of this enigma, my friend, John called me to the hot seat
to tell my tale to the unbearable crowd of adolescence. 

"God why am I here this day... But it shouldn't have been this day" I retorted.
The barbarian noise from the seats infront of me showed that truly I was 
in the middle of something and not lost...

"Uncle tell us a story!... Brother tell us a story!" the crowd shouted.

This day, I needed a free moment but they couldn't let me be.
"Once upon a time" they heard me said and they all resited.
" I am sorry, I am sorry let me restart it all over again".

Now in old man's voice, I told my tale before them:

"Once upon a time,
In our mothers' womb, when she
Ate, we ate. Goodnight!"

They all cannot but burst to laughter while I stood and walked to the room with my 
shame.
                                   
                                *****************

Anything after good night means nothing more till the next day.
Maybe I escaped the night by dissatisfying the emotions of those children,
in that scene, what about my friend? 
"Have I not brought shame to John's family? Did I do the 
right thing that full moon night?". My heart beats!

                               *****************

Epilogue:
Not even do the audience remember or care to ask me: (In kid's voice)
"What if my mother do not eat while in my pregnancy, what will happen to her?" or 
probably care to tell me: (Back to old man's voice) "What lesson they have derived from 
the tale before their departure... Oh! No sorry, my bashful departure from their sight." 

Note: The tale: "Once upon....Goodnight!" is a Haiku form of poetry.  
 














Details | Light Poetry | |

Beside me

The night of the fallen,the fall in the deep
I wake up exploring my thoughts in my sleep
I shake up believing it all was a game
Taking me under an ocean of rain

You stand there beside me to ease up the pain
Without you it's all just adventure to gain
A proud face- the star leading me on my path
Shining, to give me the strength of your light

In order are finally all priorities set
Happiness, joy from the world to get
Go, fight, become whoever you want,
Your dreams are all yet to be found...


Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Details | ABC | |

Push Up

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

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

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

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

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


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





Details | 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 | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

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


Details | Lyric | |

It's Not Over

Don’t say it’s all over (cause it’s not)
“Sorry” won’t cover it…so don’t go on your knees and pray for my forgiveness 
Oh baby…don’t listen to the commotion…I’m done taking cover (it’s all for naught)
I’m plummeting in slow motion…into the remorseful pit…I’m plummeting in my nightmare’s abyss

I want to carry you through the night… 
I’m swimming in the ocean of my tears… 
My sodden wings lost its ability of flight…
You've been swimming in your distress for years… 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we’re breaking bit by bit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to discover 

I want to remind you to fight the good fight…
My misery pools are brewing inside of my head…
I’m backing away from the light & exploring the night… 
You’re giving in to sleep and I’m wide awake on my bed 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we’re breaking bit by bit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to discover 

Please don’t tell me…oh, don’t tell me…darling!
You’re giving up today… (I beg you to stay, despite your inner pain) 
I’m scared I might erupt – it could be quite startling!
Someday, things will change for the better… (Don’t turn the wrong lane)
I’m waiting for that day to arrive – perhaps it will wash away our dismay…

I promise you a tranquil reality 
I want to stray with you tonight 
I still have hope that He’ll set us free
I was wondering if you could stay the night
Maybe the Lord could grant us 
Pure, incredible delight 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we've plunged into our own pit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to gather…


Details | Lyric | |

My Message To You

Before I lay me down tonight,
There's something I'd like to say.
I hope these words come out right,
And my message as bright as day.

I know you really did feel love's light,
And I apologize with this poem I write.

So it's best if I take flight,
Far from your heart and go away.
If I'm unforgiven, it's alright;
I pray you find hope instead of dismay.



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodnight

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


Details | Free verse | |

United Nations Plaza

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


Details | Free verse | |

For My Dad

More than two years it be since me old dad had to fly. I miss him you know, he was 
my best friend. I miss the twinkle in his Scottish,Irish,American eyes, a kind and 
caring Gent was he. Times there are when I sit on the porch and talk to him, like he 
was there next to me. If anyone was to hear they'd think a loony man I be, guess I 
wouldn't disagree. At the the age of three orphaned was he, placed in the 
orphanage with two of his four brothers. Cruel treatment he did receive, still had the 
scars to witness the abuse they dealt him, undeserved though it be. Never did 
break him, stubborn he was, passed down by his anstery, can say the same for me. 
Great depression was on, none could afford another mouth to feed. At the age of 
fourteen put out on the street , all because he refused to stay with a farmer who 
wouldn't let him finish school. All the man wanted was for dad to be his tool. A little 
help from a friend and some kindly Gents, a sleeping room he did get. Worked three 
jobs finished high school, I told you stubborn he be. Old Uncle Sam drafted him then, 
a soldier they needed him to be. Only five nine one hundred thirty five he was 
soakin wet. Balck hair, hazel eyes, a fine looking lad was he. Thirty cal. machine 
gunner he was assigned, to everyone's surprise. Little man was he, but the heart of 
a lion he did have. From the shores of France to Berlin he did fight. Bronze star for 
valor, Holocaust memorial award, battle for Atlantic,European theater,Seinne river 
crossing, Rhine river crossing, battle of the buldge, army of occupation, all these 
medals he did receive. I know if they'd asked him do you want to fight a war? No 
thanks he would have said, for a peaceful man I be. The day they placed him in the 
ground, amist his World War II brothers, the sky was crying, and so was I. Taps for 
him they did blow, gun salute. Folded the flag and gave it to my mom, in her eyes I 
could see that her world had come to an end. Such pain in my heart, I just wanted to and flee. Instead I stubbornly stood there, to honor the memory of my dad.

In Loving memory of my dad: W. Jack Ross :  1924-2009: I still miss him.


Details | Free verse | |

My Inner Breath Part:2

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

For Suzanne, Green and Golden

“The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.”
----- “Portrait of a Lady;” T. S. Eliot

A golden afternoon,
Late October, and my thoughts
Are all of you, Suzanne…
Vestiges of your being
Appear on visages of 
A hundred different people;
But none are you, not one 
As green,  as golden.

Hard it is to know no miracle
Will mend, no giddy hope assuage,
The scourge that slowly puts an end
To our valiant green and golden girl.
Memory takes us to days of indolence,
Of innocence, of children lying on a levee,
Deep in lush, green, summer clover --
In sunlight almost as golden
As your hair -- beside a flowing river
Bearing away our golden hours
And the painless green  of youth.
 
Now, in your green room, reclined
In shadow, our golden girl reposes.
Your courage lights the coming night
That does not dim the gold and green
You always shared, and still you share.



Details | Narrative | |

Dedication to Everyone

I feel that I have found a home in this cyberspace
with full of hearts and ideas in a special place
I wonder of all the people in the world to make me smile
with antics that help me grow in every mile
I do want to say to all of the people with respect
because of all of you my mind is not in a wreck
I would lie if I did not get ideas from all of you
without you my poems would not come true
I bless everyone with care 
with kindness and without dis-pare
I hold my hands high and put them together
with this I bless you with good weather
I do read some of the poems that people put out
sometimes I feel with out a doubt
I feel the pain in the poems that some has revealed
with hopes that they can read with their mind not sealed
I smile a bunch with every word
it is like a music in my head making a cord
I do want you all to know that you have made my day
to be a better day in every different array
I cherish my time with all the people in my heart
the words flow in my mind is just but a start
I'm happy with everyone in PoetrySoup.com 
with hardship that came this cyberspace makes me calm
I cannot choose five cause if I do I don't think it's right
just to tell you that is just my own insight
I thank all for helping me grow with all the poems that are shown
with faith and humor, with views of kindness this site has grown

If I had to say or dedicate my poems to who 
would be the first five who reads my poems with a point of view


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 | 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 | Lyric | |

F Bomb

“F Bomb”
By Nate Spears

I got the heart of a man name Malcolm
The visions of Martin Luther
The tongue of Emmett Till
The brains of Medgar Evers

Can I get a window seat
Away from defeat
Can I get park for the kids to play
Next to the spot
Where Rosa refused her seat

Langston in my pen
Proud, young, and free
Handsome and intelligent
The government targets me
First,
In a second
My history is a blessing
The court system in racist
Society shows the traces.


Details | Rhyme | |

Lessons

Old Man Bianco his vocal voice
stripped of all it’s octave choice
creaked and crowed in age and vice
“Liquor, tobacco, you pay the price!”


Details | Ode | |

The Old Cowboy

Old and stooped over, left without closure, 
that life would soon take away,
an old cowboy's friendship, 
with the land and the passion, 
that ranching has brought to this day.
The last of his breed,
a proud type of steed,
head strong and set in his ways.
Mind strong as nails, 
but a body full of tales, 
of a youth lived out on the range.
A time when,  
a cattle drive would extend,
from Billings to old Cheyenne.
Nights on the range with cattle and friends,
just memories in an old man's brain.
His old friend Charlie, 
took a bit of barley,
to load him and get under way.
With a whinny and a whine, 
Charlie knew it was time,
from the tear on the old cowboy's face.
An old empty barn,
with an old dusty saddle, 
of an old Cowboy's ways.
are all that's left, 
of a time that's past,
and a salute to an old Cowboy's praise.


Details | Blank verse | |

MIND'S WIDESCREEN


Framed moments zoom, a night of sweet review Where parts of life appear on mind’s widescreen A peachy girl screams out for lollipop Third birthday flops, escaping from the clown Yet later on, a fan of circus rides. On print, feet wade among the giant oaks Tiptoeing on grass as owl voices tweet To hush when million diamond stars wink; The moon, so round, becomes a ritual Of sky-gazing etched on oil paintings brushed. Corsage torn, pinned by teenage reveries Jut out from teenage fingers' girding dance, A corner made for openings of love. Now stop and stare; air tickets from the bends Wayfarer hunting for exotic lands Alongside photos of family romps; The old to match the new of many dreams. Blank traces run along a filmy edge Sequels of voyages yet to be born And fresco-like, the blend of spirit-fire. Collage Held Dear Contest 11/7/13


Details | Couplet | |

A Walk to the Club

The lonely street stood still in the night,
Buildings grew tall all around with dim light.

Sound of my steps echoing in the alleys,
The air is moist like a mountain valley.

A bright neon light a few blocks away,
With a beer and an arrow pointing that way.

A few cars lined up beside the street,
I work my way through them not to discrete.

I walk up to the door with my collar pulled high,
The cold air chills me, as a taxi rides by.

Thumping of music can be heard from behind the door,
Some kind of music that I've never heard before.

A slight push on the door opens to a big room,
Louder now I heard sounds and the smell of perfume.

Smell of smoke and alcohol fills my lungs,
So thick is the smoke, my eyes burn and stung.

My eyesight dances across the room that's filled with so many,
I hear a man ask his waitress if she has change for a twenty.

I can see the bar all the way in the back.
With a lot of alcohol and a huge wine rack.

This was what I saw when I went out that night to the bar,
People gather and have fun in a place called The North Starr.


Details | Epic | |

Acid

I guess on that night I learn and gain strength, 
Until this moment I am in that spot and completely tense. 
Anyone's life can stop in the wink of an eye,
I cant forget that 10 minutes flash that i almost died.

Never had the experience,therefore, never knew how to react.
It was acid in a bottle! That is the plain straight fact.
Could not speak, just had to listen to his convincing crop,
Until he found out he was boring so he got a hold of my chain and just suddenly stop.

A new day over silver I thought was best,
A permanent one room dwelling is not a great place to rest.
I could have stood up and put up a fight, 
But I knew it would have ended in a bloody night. 

There are moments in life that we have to accept defeat,
I rather to be a sheep and enjoy this life which is sweet.
So I guess on the night I learn that life is short, 
Everyday we are open to danger and inattention  is a type of tort.


Details | Verse | |

Words of Wisdom to the Youth

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

March 2013


Details | Lyric | |

Summertime Re-Lyric

Summertime…and the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
Your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush, pretty baby…you got no reason to cry. 

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

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

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

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


Details | Narrative | |

Quick Narrative What Goes Around Comes Around

There was a girl named Tracy Luke,
She cared so much about her looks,

She was blonde, pretty... slim and tall,
She loved her red lips most of all.

One day at school she mocked this girl,
Made fun of her looks, said bad words,

Then insulted another chick,
For being fat, ‘ugly and thick’,

Then barked at a girl who was black,
Called her a ‘colored, negro cat’

So this Tracy… she was so bad…
She bullied because she was sad…

She always had poor grades at school,
So she bullied, as though she ruled,

When she was done with junior high,
Her family told her goodbye,

She was moved to a private school,
Her senior years were not so cool,

She was the new girl, all loathed her,
For all were many times richer,

Days passed by, weeks and months would go,
Tracy was always feeling low,

The richer girls called her bad names,
Each day in class she’d be in shame,

Then one day she figured it out…
At her, her thoughts began to shout…

“Tracy, all the bad things you did
To those innocent and poor kids,

Back in your old school when you thought
You were ‘cool’ for the stuff you bought,

Are finding their way back to you,
God’s Justice, yes, is indeed true.”

So Tracy decided to stay
Patient, confirming her mistakes,

Until one day comes a new girl,
And Tracy says to her new self:

“Now this is my chance to amend,
Fix my mistakes, I’ll be her friend.

No longer will I be so rude.
I must be humble, not act ‘cool’, 

For I know now that what you do
To others may come back to you!”


Details | Rhyme | |

Two's Magic Nose

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.

T.K


Details | Light Poetry | |

Oland

I walked upon the road
Towards an old house on a hill
The gate was rusted, broken
Its hinges creaked in the summer wind

The path was filled with flowers and wild grass
The house looked empty, shuddered up in fear
I walked up this path of broken dreams
To peer into the windows 
They were shattered, sagging, and tattered

This house on a hill, called to me
Come see all that used to be
And I could not resist this calling
Of what may have become of me

A Lady in white, sat upon an ottoman chair
Her Swedish braids, her smile, in her den and lair
She opened her finger, and in silence said come in
She offered up a Smörgåsbord of dreams unfulfilled

Her smile was filled with shattered dreams
For the house was soulless an empty
She lived in the past, a mere ghost of the moment
As she rose up from her chair, and kissed the night
I touched her cheek, softly, in the candle light

She was cold, skeletons and bone
She sang a song, of joy and passions told
She weaved about, in a seductive fashion
She was a ghost of long lost love


I closed my eyes
In this old house
Melancholy memories floating away
Full of regrets, in a midnight sun 
She sang her last song............
Our last summer


Details | I do not know? | |

The Traveller's Unclaimed Land

He says he loves me then he says he loves me not
He loves me today but by tomorrow I'm forgot 
He runs from my love but returns wanting more
I guess I'm to blame for letting the traveler explore, 
See travellers just wander and are never here to stay
They admire the scenery and enjoy the display 
They tour the land and ride the attractions
So memories become their only subtractions,
They search for an experience that is what they yearn
The condition once they leave is none of their concern!
So how can the land be devoted and true 
When travellers come and go out of the blue.
The present is now and where he's travelled to,
But the past he calls home so he must return soon
Most likely just a visit although time can only tell, 
But what he lusts is in this land and he knows it very well
He may call that place home but its this land that he seeks
Travellers on a mission never realize until they hit their peek
He continues to damage this land down to its core 
So what's left to offer when their is nothing left in store?
The resources were depleted and the land left bare
He comes and goes as he pleases it doesn't seem fair;
See this land has been abused time and time again
Seeds that were planted, were means to an end
But pleasure and satisfaction was always accomplished
Because this land provided where the homeland was disadvantaged!
But despite the history and despite the trust
Submit to his urges is something he must.
So this time around his departure is permanent 
Lack of faith and loyalty was the final determinant.
The damage he caused cannot be rendered,
So his visitation rights he has surrendered!
So leave this land I say and never look back
This is the path you chose I hope you can stay on track,
Cause travellers have memories of the lands they have stained
But the land only remembers the one that remained!


Details | Quatrain | |

Pen in Hand

Pen in hand or board with keys
     Toil with verse and rhyme.
What disappoints might later please
     Hasten borrowed time.

Chills run up and down my spine
     To think of things I miss.
So much is gone that I called mine.
     Tough to reminisce.

Years ago on any day
     Far and wide I’d roam.
Busy with best friends at play
     Seldom around home.

Now kids huddle on the floor—
     Stationary fun.
Competing for the highest score,
     Sit instead of run.

Guess I’ll wander at the beach—
     Spend time along the shore.
Ponder all that life might teach
     Had I a few years more.

With inspiration from and dedicated to Just That 
Archaic Poet and the Quatrain King, Jack Ellison.


Details | Free verse | |

Restless

numb of dreams 
cycles of memories 
ageless harbour 
or passion purity 
timeless night 
of hazel glanced whispers 
in a soft mirror of scenes 
of innocence and passions 
mundi myth and walking hope or 
perceptions 
to a very ending spiral 


Details | Ballad | |

From The Lament of The Lucretian

Bear-away, Charlie,
Back her up!
She's filled to the rim like a saltwater cup.
Heat up her engines
Into the lee—
Do you hear that sound?
All hands hoay!
Poor old Lucie's run a ground—
Too late, Charlie,
Let it be.
There goes another man plucked by the sea...


Details | Ballad | |

Dedication To All Those Who Feel Lost

When you are far from home,
Never give up on life,
Cause your family,
Will always be with you,
In you caring heart,
Even when the times,
Get difficult and tough,
And make you want to give up,
They are always there,
For you to turn too,
And show you a way,
To find the peace,
And happiness you need,
In your caring and loving life,
So that one day,
You will find the true love,
That you most certainly deserve,
For that loving heart,
Which is a true fact,
It is a very big heart that cares,
For more than just the person you are,
But those around you,
And the family you have in your life.


Details | Free verse | |

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | Personification | |

Drawn in Harmony

The phrase "Music to my ears" has been injected toward the 
wrong part of my body, and most unpleasantly personified. 
There is a record player that I let skip and scratch on purpose, hearing 
colorful sound of life back when truth kept us both inside the lines. 
I thought order was helping me draw closer to you, while you began on the next 
page without me. The needle digs it's way into my ape-shaped forearm. 
I'm directed by the guitar string shaped veins 
that only play notes in the keys of D# E# A# F# and the sharp sounds pierce 
my perception to the point I can hardly hear your voice anymore. 

At times, listening to the same old sad song on repeat makes me think
that I am just an old soul getting repeatedly tossed around in God's 
big barrel of human paradox. "Lord what was I made for? Surely it wasn't 
to repeat the mistakes of my forefathers, because I'm certain I am the 
only one you molded with forearms so large, that the record got lost 
and forgot how to spin in circles. Music is all about art, and art all about 
perception. Perception has nothing to do with your eyesight, and 
you use your ears to envision the painting on a blank canvas before picking 
anything else up but sound waves. I drive myself crazy sometimes when 
I think that my inspiration is speeding away from me in the 
opposite lane, but I didn't even ask for directions. Mostly because I'm a man, 
a stubborn one at that, and I always think I know where I'm going. 
But this time, I swear I had gotten the map right. So I transformed my open 
hands into tight fists to make music burst out of my arms, and the needle went 
faster and faster until it broke off, and the high pitched vibration 
disintegrated the steel into my own blood. I blame myself for letting this 
be the first time to let myself draw some air into my body. A surgery of 
scalpels cutting into my physical, and an orchestral symphony of sutures, 
threading my life back together again. My blue blood turns crimson as it kisses the air. 
Why do we associate the color red with life and vibrancy, when it clearly shows that we are letting our own blood run down our arms? Why do so many women where red lipstick; the kind that sticks to your collar, screaming to your wife that you clearly sinned? 
Why do we see sin so clearly; transparent enough for others to correct us before we really we even grasp the desire to fix ourselves? AND WHY IN THE WORLD IS THIS MUSIC PLAYING SO LOUDLY NOW; when my needle broke off into my body a long time ago, and I can hardly hear you anymore.
Good thing my life's song still isn't completely written yet. Let's add a more positive climax to this. One drawn in harmony.


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | ABC | |

In your memory

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

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

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


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


Details | Lyric | |

Yellow Moon

She watched as the earth fell asleep

Waited for the yellow moon

soft kisses of unfaithful wind..

Images..Images on her head

Nostalgic memory of a forgotten love

Flashes of things she tried to forget..

Her eyes caught the reflection of the moon

locked inside the rain on her cheek..

She was standing alone..

Her grieving heart sought

solace from the moon

She petitioned the stars

Where is he this very night?

Cruel..oh so cruel..

Beneath the silence of the sky

she bowed her head and cried..


Details | Acrostic | |

Photo

Picture a moment in time
Held captive in a frame
Old memories come back to life
Treating us to glimpses
Of treasures from the past


Details | ABC | |

Grey Bird

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

Poem contest for Debbie -referential


Details | Free verse | |

Beneath the Furrows Beneath the Lines

Beneath the deep furrows
and the facial lines
clear sparkling
cheeky little girls
playful eyes
still smile
and shine.





''Many a time when I have talked to old people who I love, about their childhood, suddenly
something magical happens. Their eyes sparkle, and they become children again.''



Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.


Details | Narrative | |

Vesper

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The man who cherished me

I wish I didn't stop to think,
about the man who cherished me.

My childhood so fun and fair,
I remember your cologne drifting in the air.

The days we went to the Space museums,
showing me pictures of your trips to new Zealand.

The greatness achieved when in the service,
giving lives a better purpose.

Just thinking of your voice is hard enough,
I wish that I could be more tough.

It hurts to think that now your gone,
Grandpa I just can't be strong.

That day in the rest home I hit my peak,
the fear so bad I couldn't speak.

I had to leave because I just cried,
and cried, and lost my chance to say goodbye.


I wish I could have let it out,
and now I have to live without.

I know your looking down and see,
this pathetic thing I've grown to be.

I just want to be like you,
but I could never amount to you.

Please help me through this pain I'm in,
and help me to feel alive again.

I miss you so much I just want to scream,
I hope you visit me in my dreams.

I love you Grandpa with all I have left,
there is not much there but shame and stress.

I want to honor you and become better,
find my peace, if I can ever.

I hope on day again I will see,
the man who truly cherished me.

I love you so much Grandpa and I am so so sorry.


Details | Senryu | |

The Old Times

watching the sunset,
rocking chair moves so slow,
I miss the old times.


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 | |

An Amulet of Peace

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.

Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.


Details | Free verse | |

Side By Side

Oh it's a beautiful night!
The moon is full
And the stars are glowing
While the trees, with Earth's cool summer breeze
Start slowly blowing...

A campfire's flames are burning so bright
While a young couple holds each other tight
Warming their hearts, as these two lovers embrace
Traveling together, through time and space
Oh how tonight, with their love, they won't hide
Two lovers forever, Side By Side

Under the stars, both of them lay
They've been together, happy, all night and all day
Holding each other, a sweet caress
While green grass stains her pretty white dress
But no words, to each other, do they say
Happy just sitting Side By Side, knowing no other way

Gazing up at the stars
Breathing in the night
Them together with nature
A beautiful sight

All the years they've both struggled
And how they cried 
Has led them here tonight
It matters not now
As they'll lie here forever, Side By Side


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Candy Made Of Cotton

You were born and raised as a dream,
That someone else liked to keep.
Run me like a river,
Currents can’t keep us from sleep.
You were raised like a flag. 
So sorry so forgotten,
You were left at half mast.
A tomato in the sun not dried but rotten. 

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.

Turn me like a table.
The only stories I ever heard were fables.
So now all I tell are tall tales. 
Something about cats in cradles. 
I wanted so much from life but I was afraid to reach.
Now hand in my pockets tangled up in sleeves.
My dreams have stayed just dreams.

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.


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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



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Immortality

"Here lies within; an old memory."- 
Could be the title to any poem
I pen in effort to tell my story.
Be warned, however, not every tribute
Is deserving of being remembered. 
I write of those people whom I hold dear; 
For those who care, will always remain close.
I write of those who churn out injustice; 
Shed new light on that which is misleading.
Though there are few of whom I never write; 
For some evils are best left forgotten. 
Some souls best left forever mere mortals;
Fading away soon after their quick death.
With my words; the worthy reign immortal.
For though I may not be Keats or Byron, 
Poetry lives long when it is enjoyed.
Those guilty of injustice mongering
Shall forever be remembered as such, 
And those whom are too vile and villainous
Shall become lost in the pitter patter
Of the rain eroding the tombstone's name.
But those in glory will be the sunshine
That cracks that sombre rock, kisses the grass, 
And gives life and love to the willing world. 
For I write them with love and honesty.


Details | I do not know? | |

Wandering

I wandered along a jagged road
And found what I had lost, as such
A mass of visions, scenes and bones
I wandered along a jagged road
Two steps I take to greet tomorrow
Jolted by the paint I touch
I wandered along a jagged road
And learnt to leave the plague I clutch


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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.


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Skin Deep

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

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

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

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

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


Details | ABC | |

Someone Elses Life

I feel like I'm living someone elses life, a life in strife. I've been strong, but when will I belong. I feel so alone, but I'm doing ok on my own. I can't describe the pain, but I keep in mind every storm runs outa rain. I use to think our love was unbeatable, but really its unforgettable. Everyday I walk down memory lane, trying to ignore the pain. He crosses my mind everyday, when will all this go away. There's gotta be something more, my heart is becoming sore. My momma doesn't have to worry, because I'm not sorry. I know he made the mistake, and he's the reason I have this heartache. What we had, was bad. I shouldn't have let it go that far, your just another scar.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part IV

Precipitation:
Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked


Details | Senryu | |

Senyru

, one, two, three eleven, her son counts
,


Details | Verse | |

I blame me

I blame me for all my mistakes
I blame me for all the rejection and heartache
I blame me for all the times I stayed silent 
and should have started and earthquake
with my words
I should have spoken up when I had the chance
now all those thoughts are wasted
unspoken, unheard

I blame me when my husband touches me 
and I feel the hands of a predators pounce
And I blame me when the pressure it on
because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name
Lord, help me to get rid of the shame

I blame me for my loneliness
I blame me for my feelings of lust
I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust
I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust
At times not even sure if I really know how to love

I blame me when my kids are crying out sick
because when I brought them here
I knew that this world was unfit
Yet overpowered by my love for them 
I became more and more protective
So I blame myself in advance for their sadness
when they finally see that the world is not objective

I blame me for those nights I can't rest
Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized
that I have done my best
to stay positive and have good intentions
So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions
and begin to feel ashamed of myself
I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself
because
good things don't happen for me
So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness

It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence
I have nothing
I have given up 
and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut


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Flawless Wish

Written by D. W. Breidenthal 


You take my breath away

I wanna stay in this entrancing paradise
I want all of the negativity to fade away 
The darkness isn’t my property…I despise
Living a life that’s filled with misperception and disaster 

I would love to live in the ocean’s ecstasy 
That would be spectacular if we can abide in the sparkly sea

This eccentric dilemma makes your angelic features too unclear 
It chills me to the bone…
My heart pounds with hope and fear… when will peace draw near
This flawless wish remains unknown

The night’s approaching…seek shelter and light
Painstaking regrets – I can’t back away from gravity’s pull 
Hand me the rope and don’t bestow your burdens upon my soul 
Sift away the misfortune and allow me to put up with the fight
Help me fulfill my flawless wish
And I’ll strip away your anguish

You’re a burning candle
I raise my head up from the mud
I step forward with courage that I couldn’t handle 
On my own, but you stripped away the agony 
Watch us grow and sprout as one flower bud!

You took my heart to a wonderful place
I wanna desert this decaying body of mine and seek you in splendid light
You forgave me for my wrongs…you thrilled me with praise 
I wanna embrace the dawn’s incredible, appealing light...
Sweeping away the deploring night  

It soothes my sensitive heart…dismissing my vexing misery  

I have the urge to repaint the breathtaking memories I’ve spent with you
Will it scratch away the sorrow?
I have to search for shelter and burn away our calamity – slaying us with rue
 
Will my flawless wish store hope for tomorrow? 


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To a love ill never let go of, sorry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i miss you 

im sorry
im sorry 
im sorry 
im sorry
im sorry

please bay, im sorry 
please bay 



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The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.


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Love: Contemplating On Your Doorstep

(Oh, how time goes by, hm?
It's been...
A long while since she last said 
Farewell.
She remembers;
Your smile-
Despite your unnerving hand-
Said you wanted to plenish a
Rogue tease
On her lips. Which was fine 
then.
But time went, and desire 
disguised itself,
Spiralling into satirical hatred. And
Somehow between
Ponders and dreams
Of whispering tickles
Inside your ear,
She escaped a fate chosen for her.
And maybe that's why she came.) 

As I stand here
Below your window;
A tattered red wired on my 
face,
Despite all
Unwarranted barter
Against it,
I couldn't help
But be here.

Don't get me wrong.
I argued it profusely,
Though you'd say I always do,
But as I stared into the silver 
platter,
It was almost inevitable!
Fate as you too, would say,
That my fingers should grasp
That dress you once loved,
And quiver its stream
Upon my skin, 
Flowing loosely into a 
shimmering
waterfall.
You know I wouldn't have worn 
it
unless...
Well-
(How should she begin?)

Remember the time
When the splattering colour
Thrashed its way upon
The black canvas of night?
You stood off
Away.
And I stood even farther.

I called you...
And wished you all the best.

Albeit the deafening
Insult I cradled with wishes,
Echoed in your humoured mind,
I meant it.
The words were as genuine
As the heart throbbing
Under the chest
As I watched, lost in those 
colours
Thinking of...

Well-

Forgive me.
I should have called
And declared my timely arrival.
You probably have
A matter of importance
To uphold.
But as I recalled...
You loved sugary treats...
And maybe when your diligence 
ceased
For just a moment,
And you crave a sweet for 
pleasing,

You would only to place your 
hand in 
Mine
To take it...
(Why isn't she quick
To the point, lad?)

I'm sorry.
I know you'd like to hear this
From someone else,
Spewing it from the throat.
But today
In all of the disguised things you 
love,
I wanted you to understand.
I was hoping,
All that changed would be 
devoured
By what I needed to tell you,
If I could.

(If only she could...

The truth is,
She knows it is a destiny
A fated destiny...
Though one that does not start 
here.

For even if
This door swung open
And her heart bloomed.
Even if, you wielded,
The words of 'I', and 'you'
And 'unsheathed destiny'.
Even if...
You scorched her soul
Fervently with honeyed love,
Where before the crafting of 
your hearts
From friends, pains and time,
To be sharper for yourselves;
From you to her and her to you,
I'd have to say
With the overflowing essence,
Of everything I am
That it just isn't meant to be.)


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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning, Apocalypse Now : A Tribute to a Vietnam Veteran

Untitled 5
(My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now)

My uncle doesn't speak much
about Vietnam or the stuff
he witnessed when he 
was just a boy. See,
he likes to drive the back roads fast 
and honk at random cars that pass.
His friendly gestures always lead to how
he grew up compared to kids now. 

Jumping and racing trains on the tracks
became dodging bullets and carrying his buddy on his back.
The marshes and dirt valleys here
became the forests and trenches of the military frontier. 

Last year, my sister donned his jacket
a fatigued fatigue that hung in his closet. 
In color and memory darkened,
kept out of sight for fear it would harken
the PTSD he's stuggled to avoid. 

He saw his brothers, young like him
to Vietnam succumb
while on American soil
and he promised he would never speak,
for fear his stomach would coil, 
when remembering rice - a dish he no longer enjoys.
And there's no orange on his clothes to remind him of the agent that destroyed.

When he speaks a calm 
"Good morning", I wonder if he's thinking of Vietnam
or if he knows
that I admire his strength and 
bravery and how 
he continually fights against 
the "Apocalypse Now".


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I Hope You Know I'll Always Love You

I am what you call a hopeless 
romantic,
But im also a lost lovers cause, my 
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts 
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love 
me
She holds the heart to another and 
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she 
wants, not even when it comes to 
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy 
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I 
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless 
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast, 
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a 
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the 
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in 
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be 
the same
Finally saying it out loud as tears run 
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked 
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said 
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be 
the same,
No one can seem to bring back that 
flame,
Because a love likes ours comes 
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who 
your with 
I mean I only wrote this as I heard 
exchanging “I love you” flow from 
each of your lips.


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Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Didactic | |

Stone in your shoe

There’s a stone in your shoe! 
You smile but half smile,
You walk, but feel pain. 
You try to dance, but can’t!
You try to sing, but stammer! 
You try to shake it out, 
But that tiny little stone remains.
A never ending reminder 
That you will never dance with all you heart, 
Or laugh with all you soul, 
Or sing without your stammer. 
You will never relax in conversation 
‘Til you choose to physically remove that stone!
When then and only then...
Could you dance with all your heart, 
Laugh with all your soul, 
And sing without your stammer. 
With only the distant memory of your discomforting pain. 
Only an uncomfortable memory 
From which you can finally find your present peace and comfort.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Typewriter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


 


April 18, 2013


Details | Light Poetry | |

Reflections Of You

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


Details | Acrostic | |

WORD PORTRAIT

With what I have to work with is all I need

Or do I? as I choose to write this with speed

Rule of thumb I have to emphasize the words I use

Do you think so? or should I just choose?

Portrait is a fascinating word it has so many meaning

Overview of this word is this I say; accent, highlight, illuminate, and stressing

Revealing more words to use is what I will do

The meaning of Portrait is what I will view

Random words that make the word Portrait now I will say

A word that means the same yet makes it more pleasant to overlay

I will now say some words or two; accentuate, feature, punctuate

These words can either be used or can be put on debate


Details | Rhyme | |

Last Goodbye

Pages of my life turn by
Pictures in my mind survive
Memories in my heart flow
The chapters with you are closed

Children all grown with children of their own
Houses from small to big to small were home
Living was filled with laughter and tears
Days passed so quickly into years

God Bless the day I first met you
With one look I always knew
You were the one I loved, you were made for me
Now I am left with our precious memories

Those days when bills went unpaid
But somehow we always managed to save
That old Chevy that had to last one more year
Our first home our first child erased all our fears

We had each other and we were strong
Together we thrived, life was our song
I stand by your grave with misty eyes
I close our book with my last goodbye.






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A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


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How Will I

__A Holy Matrimony__

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

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

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

Am I jealous or what?

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






Details | I do not know? | |

i remember love

i remember the dark night sky filled with small orbs of light.
i remember a second sun rising in the hushed ashes of the night.
i remember the haunting echos of a lonesome a song of beauty.  
and your voice bouncing  with laughter and joy.
i remember smell of the climbing, wild ivy.
i remember soft gazes at the dancing lake.
i remember your hand gently placed in mine, warm and soft. 
even now that you are not here with me or with any one,
i will remember your love, in my heart forever.
 in this life time, any life time.


                       ( by august about rainbow girl)


Details | Free verse | |

Too Fast

Everything goes,
Too fast!
The day the rain, man.
Anyway,
So fast!
The velocity  of cheetah
The extinct Velociraptor,
Stay up the trail, but...
Millions of years have passed,
The mountain, the hummingbird; will,
For than....
Recycle.
Tomorrow
Always will be the day,
To tell; Goodbye.
Today, Maybe,
But yesterday,
It only remains to wait,
Tomorrow.
Everything goes fast.
All too speedily.


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Her Blessings

Reminiscence of what I heard of her They said she is beautiful And of good character In her I soon see The character my mother Was referring to My eyes are widely opened Now I can heartily feel Needless nothing much Than to bring her to mother And seek her blessings
Forms: Kimo, tanka and senyru


Details | I do not know? | |

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.


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Fears of Years

So here I am at seventy five
Breathing well and still alive
Do wish I'd put away some stash
Life is better with more cash
Yet now with each and every day
Someone else has passed away
So even with their saved up dough
There's no place now for them to go
The plans that all these others made
Very quickly starts to fade
So just be thankful for your days
And use them in the best of ways
For no one ever really knows
When their days on earth will close
Just drop envy; let greed go
Try to keep your life in tow
Let others count their neighbors bucks
A waste of time that really sucks
Just be glad you've got your life
Accept some problems and the strife
Never think things can't get worse
You could be lying in a hearse


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Sometimes I Like To Pretend Things Never Came To A End

Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.


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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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Humble

I give my word a breath of life
and those who give me strife
I willingly do what needs to be done
and do not wish to be won
I smile a smile that lights up any face
and hope to never disgrace
I do what I am taught to do
and that my help would be true
I clam my words together
and hope times will never weather
I do have some faith in all matters
and things to reach with ladders
I hope for many things in heart
and I cherish everyone that is part 
I do know one thing is set
and with my life I would bet
I will hold true to my words
and make my world good towards


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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 Black Abyss

Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.

Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.

Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.

Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!

Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games 
And escape My Black Abyss.


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and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.


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MY FAREWELL TO CHILDHOOD

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


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


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


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


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


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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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Hard to Not Look, Easy to stay Staring

I've allowed that burning boat to float off without me
Rarely ever thinking about dissipating the flames, 
As it is hardly worth the time and effort. 
In Truth, 
There wasn't much of a future with that situation.
No matter the attempts
No matter the appeal
It was all for naught
The only thing I worry about now
Is looking back at the Flames
And hoping I am not entranced
By their Dancing Light


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Lover's Embrace

So unfaithful and so scared
I walked His way, with so much haste
A day of regret, A day of glee,
Never made up my mind,to what i feel
He kept giving and I kept taking
Always for granted,always mistaken
In prostration i realized, what it really is,
His love for me, my love for Him
That miserable night in my bedroom
with a broken heart, sadness and doom
No one was there,not even the air,
It cut my throat as i took an inhale
Through my sighs and my cries
I felt someone by my side,
He soothed and caressed me by His touch
He didn't let me die, i wanted it very much
I kept hearing Him say My love,
I love you more than anything in this world,
I bleed with you,in your broken heart i dwell,
He smiled for me and that was enough
to get me out of pain to relieve my misery,
He answered all my questions, told me to breathe
I cry when He said i will always be here,
I love you so much but you always win in love,
He said  don't compare love, 
Love has no boundaries, no measurement,no comparison
It is what makes the universe go round,
He is forever in me and I am in Him,
My love my existence , my everything.


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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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Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 
Future


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Brain ageing Con Vowel

Who is that, aunt shouts out loud as she always hears a door opening. 
She also never answers to anyone calling out.
Selective audible hearing i believe is the answer. 
She adores life and cant abide diversions in her all seeking all knowledge events. Her aged  brain already stuffed, overloaded, with useless content, is forced into remembering.
A switch in the off position, I am sure is required.
A definite absolute refusal is the answer to any requests  asked.
Lady of mature age maybe I seem, in my own mind, am just a teenager is her answer
Because of brain age deterioration is happening, all knowledge isn't retained and
frustration  occurs.
What is the answer, what indeed?
The answer is not obtainable maybe in years ahead.
Meanwhile aunt decided a halt is needed, actually she accepts limitations occasionally, but a book is required always.
Proving age cant even be used as viable a reason ever. 



Con/ vowel alternate


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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 | ABC | |

I Can't Believe It's Really Over This Time

I really hate this feeling, sometimes I wish I could stop breathing. I don't wanna try, just leave me here to die. You were the thing that made my life living for, but your no longer mine anymore. I feel so much pain, sometimes I believe I'm going insane. I'm missing what we had, although it was bad. I'm always walking down memory lane, why can't you see my pain? I know people change, &&' things get strange. I guess I gotta face it, she's my new replacment. I can't believe it's really over this time, I feel as if i have commited a crime. I live in a world of sorrow, so I don't ever worry about tomorrow. I didn't even have time to cry, because i had already said bye. I feel like I'm digging a deeper whole, so I'm hoping Jesus will take control. I'm sorry for my dumb mistake, but baby now I'm wide awake.


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A Holy Hope

Bags Of Rice
 In my Courtyard
 The One I Struggled Lost to the capriciousness
 The nest of the fuddle Nightingale-
 A Suspicious Saying of the sage.

 So sonorous is this Whistle
 That passes by
 IF not covetousness
 It will be inclined.

 Memory of the past
 Archimedes, Aristotle and many
 Memory drained superlative subservient.

 A Holy race
 So secured everywhere.


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They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


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The Last Time Censored and Incomplete

For the third time he’s got her, he’s trying to get it in;
She’s saying no, but whatever… he just won’t listen.
“Stop, Get the f--- off me! Don’t touch me… NO!”
She’s fighting, she’s glaring, but he isn't letting go.
People walking by, glimpse, looks away;
Pleading with her eyes, still no one stays…
From that moment she realized nobody cares,
Because when she needed someone, no one was there.

He’s groping her everywhere; her petite frame is crushed-
Between his body and a wall... the opposite of plush;
She’s in uniform; and inspection is in an hour,
Whining as he abuses her, draining all of her power…
There’s an opening, she strikes… she tries to run;
He grabs her by her hair, throws her around, he isn't done.
Feeling every jab in her back gritting against the wall,
And every time he draws back with his hand curled into a ball…

She now fears that anytime she strikes, he’ll strike back,
And it seems that manners are something that he unfortunately lacks.
So she stops hitting, she just pushes and blocks,
But he’s so d--- big! Like a boulder, a rock…
Hold in your tears; don’t let him see you cry,
Playing over through her mind like a lullaby.
 
She keeps on her face disgust and anger as he violates her everywhere;
Hoping for a hero, in the parking lot, past the cars…she just stares. 
It’s over, he walks her to class and she’s in a daze;
Feeling so exposed, angry, and ashamed...
...
..
.


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Reflections of Love

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


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heard

 Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more

 A thousand sounds a day I know
Only I can not hear it if they show

 The gaining of quiet stance
Bitter sweet the silence

 I could just not hear you anymore
I understand you sounds to my core

 Found myself straining to listen
Only to hear a blank shot angrily hasten

 When we come to sound out loud 
This is when I can face this crowd 

 Till then---

Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more




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Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major


Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,

swirling,

to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 
kisses,

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 
passion,

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 
hues,

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 
rhyme,

pleading,
forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.


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Within Me


Within Me

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

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

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

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

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



Details | ABC | |

Never in a million years

Never in a million years would i have thought 
this to be,
my bestfriend, companion, and so special
to me.
if i wouldnt have opened my eyes,
she could have just passed by and walked right 
outta my life.
but in Gods weird since of loving humor way,
today he brought Brittany Back to stay,
a life from my past that i had lost,
never knowing what would be Gods cost.
Now i sit hear always waiting to see,
her simple smile brighten up for me.
The friendship, hugs, smiles and the tug at my heart,
now i know it was just the start.
I may not always be the best,
but yet she still chooses me above all the rest.
all i ask is please let this be I love you Brittany,
and God please bring her home to Me...

By:Devin Frost


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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…


;-)


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Open your eyes and see

 Open Your Eyes and See
---------------------------------
Open your eyes and see
it was you that was made for me
so hold out you arms and cuddle me
let me lean on you and you lean on me
we will last until infinity


Open your eyes and see
just what you mean to me
take my hand and lets go off to wonderland 
course your my one and only man

so baby please open your eyes and see
only you mean the world to me
my one and only true fantasy
the sweetest man ill ever meet
so open your eyes and see
oh baby its me so open your heart to a brand new start and
set it free  course only your love romances me so give me a kiss 
and don't dare miss course every day your sure to reminisce 
open your eyes  and see just how much you  mean to me
i don't need you leaving me



Lonely Heart aka Sherell Crumpton


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Respect Comes with Age

My father and my mother sat me down one day
     to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K.
The years passes by as I got to be a teenager
     with high hopes of becoming the first young manager
Life turns out a manager job is not for me
     so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see
My family had taught me with all do respect
     the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect
Like queens and kings we bow our head
     to the people who is wiser in age even when dead
Life as our guide the time we have aged
     is what we leave behind that we are gaged
In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth
     because we age and leave behind a new birth
To those that seek such blessing of heart
     remember this age is respect for living from the start
Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers
     they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers


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THE MONTH OF MY BIRTH

 THE MONTH OF MY BIRTH

The sound of June sounds like nothing but June.
Sweet! like the last drop of fine wine dripping from the warm tongue of a lover.
Leaving you wanting more for the remaining 29 days.

The sound of June to me is like music from 7 harps and a grand piano.
That sink my soul into the timelessness of the moment.
Junes come and go like rain.
Like porcelains leaving circles on the table.
Memorable photographs left hanging on the thin wooden
walls between love and hate; pleasure and pain;
lessons and mistakes; friendships, fights.
Coincidences; serendipity; synchronicity; light.
Epiphanies; truth; lies.

The sound of June breaks my heart.
Cos it reminds me of a little midget king plucking sunflowers to his mama.
Wearing a big permanent smile like the world would end if he didn't.
Now he's all hardened; like ice in a cold world.
No room for big hearts like his in the city.
Time's changed. But will change again.

It's still a beautiful world; With beautiful people.
Beautiful minds. Beautiful things.
Beautiful songs. Poetry; words.
Beautiful nights; Places.
Beautiful month.

For the sound of June sounds like nothing but June.
Sweet! like the last drop of fine wine dripping from the warm tongue of a lover.
Leaving you wanting more for the rest of the year.










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MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


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I Was Only A Child

I was just thirteen
Just living a normal teen
You broke me
I couldn't flea
You were supposed to help
But you just made me yelp
I'll never be the same
Because of your stupid little games


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Shadows Creep, I Lost Sleep

Shadows Creep, I Lost Sleep

Shadows crept into my room late at night
those dark nasty ones with razor like teeth
Defiant I soon dared to taunt and fight
slimy ones prancing down and underneath

Climbing ones scratched slowly up moving walls
fat, dark and nasty ones scattered about
Shrieking ones gave out wicked little calls
some cursed my soul with demonic shout 

Last came ever patient and slashing kind
creeping in so close to my shaking bed
Searching very slow for bare toes to find 
clawing bed sheets now wrapped over my head

A light blasts on from lamp on my nightstand
Strange, they vanished, I never lifted my hand!

Robert J. Lindley, 08 -22 -2014

Dark memories haunt my past.
I know such are dead and blessings are here 
now to last...


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Autumn leaves

in strength’s aging wane
as joints ache with pain
lies a heart still and pensive
beneath hands folded restive

and as thoughts ponders life
against a calendar of strife
the eyes brim with feelings weary
as vision fades in circles teary

but then as memory plays
sepia thoughts of golden days
the heart smiles so ever faintly
on moments blessed and loved and saintly

of children playing bubbling loud
screaming pleasure laughing shout
in back-yard pools splashed wetly blue
as red stringed kites on breezes flew


Details | Haiku | |

Glowing Reminiscence

Basking in moonlight,
Old birds remember the nest.
Ruffles my feathers.


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Coffee, Bagel and Time

With walker support he enters the door
He’s there every day, from 10 to 4.
Orders coffee and bagel’d cream-cheese
Then sits there for hours with hands on his knees.

He sits near the window and watches his past
Within his mind as old shadows cast
His vague recollections of sweet reverie
Which only his fading memories see

A smile now and then becomes his vaccine
Against reality’s attempt on the scene
To interrupt the flow of the past
Which for decades he worked to amass.

Loneliness he constantly wears as a coat
His only companion: memories remote.
So … solemnly, quietly he spends his days
He rewinds his memories into replays

Aged and wrinkled thin hands so frail
Around 4 o’clock his walker assail
Again he shuffles out the front door
Tomorrow … he’ll return, and be there once more.


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Memories

I have sweet memories;memories of you.

Texture of your silk dress reminds me of the first
date that we had together. Scent of your favorite
perfume reminds me of the texture of your skin,
and the flame that we made on the bed. The space
in the house reminds me of how we chased each other
around the living room, and competed to make the best
pancakes in the kitchen. 

Though you are gone,
I have sweet memories; memories of you.


Date: 16/09/2014



Details | Light Poetry | |

Illusion of Art in Mind

The mind is a play place of unique and distinct thought.
This brings me to thinking of things in my mind I brought.
I could create an image of all the things in the world in my mind.
The meaning of this is some times not so kind.
The recklessness of such choices could make me go insane.
The mind its self is complicated and it's own bane.
When things are so confusing and you see more things than one.
You may as well pack your bags because you are all done.
Minds do check out with creativity as its jail.
One could say it one way that we have a choice to bail.
On the journey of the thoughts of queasiness.
The mind thinks its like a business.
The idea of one image can set a chain of no relief.
That is why we lose our self with disbelief.
Lacking understanding of what we see.
Just means that our mine did not adapt to be.
The lines that our eyes show our brain does not go so well.
It is like a cracked ringing bell.
This is what we have acquired in our recent thought of knowledge.
In our mind we can stand outside without foul-edge.


Details | Free verse | |

The sleepless moon

Dead bodies, dead bodies
Why do you haunt my dreams?
Nightmares, are all that I see
As I'm closing my eyes
Goodnight, goodnight
The moon highlights 
The dead bodies

Screams, screams
Why do you haunt my dreams?
Louder and louder
Quit singing this massacre to me
Why do I only hear
Screams in my dreams?

Terror, terror
You terrible dreams
You're reoccurring
And frightening
You make a mess out of me
Terror, terror
Why are you all that I see?
Why are you the only
Thing I can dream?

Hell, hell
Hell in my mind
You play me these lullabies
Everytime I close my eyes

Dead bodies
And screaming
Terror galore
Am I in hell?
Or am I dreaming 
Once more?

It's either I'm dying
Or being killed
Either way
There's blood being spilled
Why can't I dream about
Love or picking wildflowers?
Why do I only dream
About evil encounters?

Sleep, sleep
You're so cruel to me
Bloody and haunted
I enter my demise
These night terrors
Are eating me alive
Sleep, sleep
Why do you 
Make me weep?
Why do you always 
Keep these dreams on repeat?

Morbid, morbid
The knife's in your hand
I'm gasping for air
As I wake up again
Why is blood
And fear all I see?
Why can't my dreams
Be bright and fright free?

The moon, the moon
Oh how you're scary to see
Because I know within hours
I'll be as sleepy as can be
And you'll send me visions
Of death and anguish
And night after night
I'll secretly wish
My nightmares would come true
So I'd stop dreaming
Like this.



Details | Romanticism | |

Poem Of Rhymes

Along the bank,
And up the stream,
I thought I was in my dream.
I saw a girl,
Knelt down, upset,
She’s the one I’m glad I met.

“Why’re you crying?
Please tell me,
Or would you rather me leave you be?”
“No!
Don’t go,
Don’t leave me here,
I do not want to shed another tear.”

So I stayed, I sat,
I knelt down beside her,
I lost all thought of where we both  were.
She said she had lost him,
Lost him forever,
A soldier named Dave,
Dave Polsever.

I gave her a hug,
And a kiss on the cheek,
We messed around,
And climbed to the peak.
We watched the sun set,
As we lay on the grass,
Waiting for morning,
And night to pass.

Now I’m sitting beside her,
In a house of our own,
Remembering that moment,
That we went prone.
Up in the valley,
On top of the hill,
Like two lovers,
Or Jack and Jill.

Now I write you this poem,
As you lay dead,
Knelt down beside you,
Bowing my head.
Mourning and weeping,
Remembering the times,
I hope you will love,
My Poem Of Rhymes.


Details | Rhyme | |

Question for the Groom

 
Question to the Groom
When you stride that Southern aisle Splendid in the tux that she picked out With my children at your side As your pals all drink and shout… When the sky’s a brilliant blue Matching eyes that stole my heart Will you pause to think of us And the dreams that fell apart? © 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Yesterday

Yesterday

Yesterday my daughter and I walked through the mall
As they began to close shop, lock doors, turn off the lights.
She had gotten a haircut followed by a long dinner
Served by a Native American woman with a thick waist,
Who probably dreamed of bigger things once upon a time.
A black baby screamed at her white mother 
From an adjacent table which her four year old boy
Had made into a jungle gym complete with 
Flying bread and a rocky lemonade waterfall, 
None of which disturbed the young Latino couple 
Trying to form some eternal bond in a corner booth
Over shared ice cream and awkward smiles - 
All under the shadow of a moose head mounted on the wall. 

In the jewelry store a tight lipped white woman cleaned the glass cases, 
Wiping the fingerprints of young dreamers away.
In the nail salon a small Asian employee soaked her feet 
Laying back in the large leather chair, eyes closed,
Oblivious to the man who swept the floor beside her. 
In children’s clothing a teenage girl arranged miniature outfits 
For miniature people, hanger after hanger of tiny pink dresses.

Even though she is ten now and too old for the devotion 
She once showered upon me until I wanted to shake it off,
She held my hand tightly and bounced along beside me
Like she had before she began to turn into a woman. 
An elderly lady smiled as we passed and grasped 
The hand of her husband a little tighter, remembering.


February 12, 2014


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As we stand

the stage was set,
nerves escaped
moments before.
Our eyes connected at
a distance.

Now they're locked,
the audience shifts and 
moans.
As they are blind
behind the door 

your lips burn,
your thighs feel 
of velvet

my hands play 
hide and seek,
reaching the summit and
flying through the valley.

our bodies seperate
our energy one

your love was so 
right

the clueless bar,
if they only knew , 
would sword my soul
to reach you 

but you were mine,
and I was yours


locking passion in a room


Details | Sonnet | |

Wade the Shallows

Wade the Shallows


Wade the shallows, swim not the deep,
loss of time makes the old man weep.
Imagine castles, thundered in glory prime
fleeing shadows racing about in time!

Comfort of the known sees the dream,
whistles the kettle in heated steam.
A vow, a promising oath made in sin
darkened shadows await in the heart of men!

Cleave to the willows along the bank,
sand on the beach, rocks to thank
Look back at a wild path solemnly made
rejoice in the hand so well played!

Walk a path that gives solace and high spirit.
Ring that bell, do not worry if failing to hear it!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-20-2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Remember

Do you remember how I spent every day pushing you away?
Do you remember how you used to open up to me forever and a day?
Do you remember how when we talked on the phone you wouldn’t say my name?
It was ‘Hey Beautiful?’ ‘Hey babyyyy?’ ‘Hey love?’ ‘I thought it was lame…

But do you remember how you made me talk to you almost every single day?
And do you remember how you constantly tried to make everything ok?
Or do you remember how you wouldn’t allow me to run you away?
So do you remember all of those nights where I would cry but never say?

I remember how you told me that I reminded you of your battered ex
I remember how you first told me that you loved me… not through text.
I remember how you woke up in the middle of the night and told me about your dream... nightmare?
You thought that I was asleep but no,  I was listening…I remember how you were unaware.

Can you remember how I was always terribly afraid to tell you things?
Can you remember how I cried? Laughed? Or the way I sing?
Can you remember how I you always accused me of playing you silly? 
Can you remember how I let you talk to my favorite little cuties?

I bet you don't remember how I waited for you so…
I bet you don't remember when I told you I loved you though…
I bet you don't remember when you said this wasn't gonna hurt
I bet you don’t remember that this is why I was constantly on alert…

I know you wouldn’t remember how I cried every night for two and a half weeks
I know you wouldn’t remember how I wrote you unsent letters…. Not with ink.
I know you wouldn’t remember how I pretended you never made me happy…
And I know you can’t remember how much it hurt… when you didn’t fight for me….

I expected it though so it’s okay… I promise… it’s alright.
I was steadily seeking out the day that you would be snatched up out of my life.
I don't really care so you can go and play with your little girlfriends... just go.
You didn't fight for me so don't come back now... stay out there in the cold.

Don't come back to me trying to say I forgot about you...
Because you're the one who left me so don't act like this is all new.
You think those unanswered texts and ignored calls are my fault?
Don't PUT IT ON ME when you're the one who should have fought.

But who chose not to...?
Edmond that was you.
You said you wanted to be my rock...
Boy please... You was all about that talk.

Telling me this... telling me that.
I'm so stupid I believed you'd react...
The way that you said you would...
and...
You didn't.


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I Trust You Fully

The world went right ahead,
I remained where i was,
They progressed, they advanced,
Only at loss- I was

Each day each year time went by
It was 6 years ago that you bid me goodbye..
I looked for your in every face,
but never found your hiding place...

Could not spend a day missing you,
Wonder how fast 6 yrs flew,
With  your memories , I lived my life,
Never in reality could I be your wife..

People say you wont return,
So in this pain, will I  always burn?
Where are you and why do you hide?
I was and will always be by you side...

You were not wrong my love,
Just come back to me now,
Let her do what she wants,
I dont care for her haunts and taunts...

Time wont wait , it will fly,
I want us to live, not cry an die,
I love you and trust you from my soul,
I scream that from south pole to norh pole!


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black sky days

I like black sky days
when rain stains pages
ink smears tissue blots

you say unbroken promises aren't real
and hearts are darned fools
if they break twice

I think we are a collection of bottle caps
memories confined in a box
screw you

you think you have proof
but fake ID's hold more truth
than birth certificates and government seals

I don't think you know me
steal pages of unwritten books
you never liked history anyways

we say we like dry canvas


Details | Free verse | |

There Is No Little Red Wagon

                              There Is No Little Red Wagon 
                                                      
The professor, the priest, the psychologist commanded me
Do not think about the little red wagon.
My tormentors and captors yelled at me
Do not think about the little red wagon!
In turn they all question me ever so sweetly
“Did you think about the little red wagon?”
Naturally I respond, “No.”  
I think I have them on the run this time, just for fun
Perhaps they don’t know
But when they asked again like a friend and a foe
I had trouble remembering
And said, “Could you repeat the question please?”
“Did you say something about a little red wagon?”
They turned on me, responded arrogantly
“Say that thing you just said one more time for the record!”
I said, “Sure.” “My pleasure.”
And repeated, “Did you say something about a dribble and a dragon?”
I guess that fixed their little red wagon.
This is such a bore so I can say no more about that thing on wheels.


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Hour Glass Sands In Time

Lets go back through the hour glass sands
in time, when all was young in our heart's,
soul's and our mind's.

The long walks and all the sweetest of talks,
our future was ours to unfold, you as my man
and I your woman to have, and to hold.

Time has passed and so many years have 
come and gone, you still hold my hand and
I lovingly follow along.

Grey has taken the raven hair's place, but
each time you see me, there is still a smile
upon your face.

You are the love of my life and I will forever
walk with you through the hour glass sands
in time.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Cure


Funny, every thing seems so distance.
When I walked toward the entrance.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
My mind going dizzy.
I feel so slow and so busy.
Talking makes it better so I did that all day.
Cooking the same way.
I felt so strained fully of different ideas, I think it's okay.
My body is not working it does not want to obey.
Shaking all over my body seems stressed.
I believe it needs to be addressed.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
My mouth seems dry.
I feel like I could cry.
The feeling of loneliness is making me ache.
Cooking again, so, it will be a cake.
I have been away so many years.
Doing things that I wanted, but it comes to this I have so much tears.
The fond memories of laughter.
Comes long ago, past tense, after.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
A walk that quickly disappeared.
A dream that suddenly just appeared.
I long last saw the light.
It just was burning with such delight.
A awakening that was lost years ago.
It really was a reminder so.
I raised my arms with gladness.
With beautiful sadness.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
The door opens with loud noise I hear.
The smell of coffee and laughter in my ear.
Walking through the door a passage way of time.
A free feeling that never felt so sublime.
Love and fear all at once just sunders me to smile.
The time I spent with my family felt that I could stay a while.
The feeling of love and hope is so pure.
This time with family is I think the cure.


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 | Free verse | |

Silent Chord

            Silent Chord

Strings of melodies stream together
Vibrating from inside without a sound
Welling up in silence
With accompaniments of feelings and the mind
Calming measures blended, refined like bitter grapes
Sweet memory that aches upon a silent chord
Heard only in the sacred crevasses of the heart
Beating a hasty retreat to sanctuary
A single breath of vibrant life on waves of music
Crashing on alien shores
A truce between passion and melancholy blend
When we reflect, remember times together
Not through a glass so darkly
Not everything is black and white
There are many stories and letters left to write 
I can play but one note for you
A simple and pure one
A silent chord

                                                                             Poetry contest: Debussy Inspiration 6/06/14 


Details | Light Poetry | |

You'll 'Member Then

They say that growing old ain't fun;
Things start to fail--and mem'rys one
We need the most, but it will go . . .
And all the things you need to know
Are floating just beyond your grasp.
With mental arms you almost clasp
The vagrant thought, but like a bird,
It flits away. Then there are words,
Like names of things you know you know--
Where in the blazes did they go?
Just let it go - you might as well -
For after while your brain will swell--
When you don't need it--yes, it will--
You'll 'member then, but not until.......

May 20, 2014


Details | Free verse | |

Broken Bliss

So another year passes
and everything you 
thought you knew
collapses
then you question yourself 
why does Everything around 
you have to change 
when in reality you were the only 
one that ever changed 

They say
Maturity comes with age
but in your case its you've 
reached another crucial stage
it may seem painful and 
you may feel insecure
but as time passes
You’ll break free and 
Shine as a figure high above 
with immeasurable prowess 
Who knows she’s beloved


Details | I do not know? | |

A Hollow Shell

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Stolen , So Stolen

Stolen , So Stolen

That moment our eyes met in sweet delight
you a dream gracing the night
no other light shone but you,
me thinking , yes I do!

The blinding flash your vision gave
our souls your beauty saved
no other light shone but you,
me approaching right on cue!

Our dark times forever, forever gone
sweet unity , never again alone
no other light shone but you,
you and I forever,  we two!

Our hearts each quickly , lovingly stolen
with pure love so swollen
no other light shone but you,
our love eternally true!!

Robert J. Lindley  

I am sharing this private write I sent to my wife when she was 
my new love, my new lady , my promised. I wrote this the night we first met
 in person in the Philippines. She a vision that shook my world!
She read it the next day and tears came to her beautiful brown eyes!
Now we are married ten years and even deeper in love!


Details | Verse | |

The day I married my love

The day I married my love



How would I forget the day I married my love ?

The day daddy lavished  wealth and fame

As he filled city hall with people and wine

And made music available from dawn to dusk

And danced left and right like tongue of flame

With his golden cap adorning his head,

 His hearty pendant on his gutful chest.


How would I forget the day I married my love ?

As mother blessed my sweetie for fruition

When she asked love to break calabash with her feet

The number of pieces , the number of our children;

When Christ-like, mama with cold water washed her feet:

 Peace,love , victory and tranquility.


Just how would I forget?

As darling looked at her mother’s eyes and wept:

Mother today I would marry my love, she said,

Bless me that fortune shall be my portion,

That with belly I would carry babies

And on my back I would wrap them.


How would I forget my memorable day ?

The day everyone joined her to call me husband,

And same folk joined me to call my darling wife

The day I did not hide from her daddy to kiss her

The day l lifted her up with  waist

The day she was dangling and dangling her head on me.


The youngest marriage is the sweetest,

Come darling , let’s go to city hall,

Let’s go to city hall and marry again;

Alas, who shall be daddy?

Who shall perform the rite of calabash

And wash my darling feet ?

From who shall she now seek fortune?

Oh time,how fast you've made all a memory.




9/18/14


Details | Free verse | |

Treasure

Dad and I dug
for treasure
in the backyard.
My eyes lit up at
the can opener,
it glimmered silver in the earth-
except for the rusty parts.

He made another hole
by the white tree
and I polished off
the rock, that was
so smooth-
except where it was rough.

In the rubble at the bottom,
I found a penny caked in dirt,
so old,
it must have been worth
a fortune.


Details | I do not know? | |

Not On Your Own

Not once in my life have I ever been so low,
   So confused and lost not knowing which way to go.
Trying to pick up the pieces of a wreckage I left behind,
   I often wonder if I have completely lost my mind.
Everything I try no matter how simple it may be,
   Miserably failing seems all that there is for me.
Hoping and praying that soon things will come my way,
   How I have longed for this to happen , soon someday.
Stay postive and be confident that's all I ever hear,
   These struggles I go through has been this way for years.
I feel like a piece of old railroad track tossed to the side,
    Only to spend all my time watching my life pass me by.
Please I would ask could you lend a friend a hand,
    So confused , tired and I just don't  understand.
I'm the missing pieces to a puzzle the pocket with no change,
    Can't figure anything out and things just aren't the same.
Help me to my feet and show the right direction to me,
    If you do this I know I'll get it right this time you'll see.
It doesn't take much to make a man fall down ,
    Much more to get him up when there's nobody around.
There is somerhing I've learn trying to do it all alone,
    Without any help my friend you can't do it on your own.
TAC 


Details | I do not know? | |

Pascal's Dream

Cold crisp air fills me 
as I watch the sunrise 
radiant reds, purples, and blues 
Illuminate the sky 

Sitting back sipping my coffee 
soaking it in slowly 
calm quiet serene 
deep mountain morning 

If only I had known 
this was the last adventure 
together we would take 
i would have slowed down 
smelled the roses a little more 
savored it as I should have 

Your joints stiff and swollen 
taking the lift up 
swinging in the breeze 
ever so slowly up the mountain 

Creeping to the edge 
fully mortified leaning 
on that rickety fence 
posing for pictures 

My heart skipping a beat 
as we took in the sight 
Mist so thick dancing over the peaks 
like delicate wraiths 
stealing my breath away 

Hiking slowly down 
blown away as we crossed over 
enormous sandstone bridges 
creeping to the edge looking down 

Out over the river below 
capturing the moment 
forever sealed arm in arm 
ear to ear grins 

Through Devils Gulch 
step by shaky step 
stair by stair, so narrow 

Picture by picture 
revisiting precious moments 
so vivid and dear 
moments crystal clear 

Looking back so bitter sweet 
as your mind slips further away 
day after day; memory by memory, 
tear by tear I watch you fade; 
How I wish we could go back, 
to that amazing day.


Details | Verse | |

Fly Back Home

Away from home for many years,
Would shadow of the past be clear?
Old friends and family members
Will be smear, uneasily remember.

Away from the warm motherland,
Thousands miles where I stand,
Pursue freedom and happiness,
Blue sky shows ways of success.

Fly back home with melancholy;
Do the hand prints rest steadily?
Do the works retain their shape?
Or time lets sweet past escape?


Details | Free verse | |

Less Than A Day

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


Details | Rhyme | |

dementia or old age

If I could keep my thoughts together, life would be so much better!
Thoughts must flow like a river or stream
With no obstacles in between.
They say dementia starts very slow, with certain 
Patterns that we should know.
However, is it dementia that we go through? That we forget
 What we are supposed to do!
Or is it that we close our minds to the things we are afraid to find?
So many questions can stop this flow
And by seeing these obstacles, the decisions we will know.
I feel the flow of thoughts on its way!
 (I just forgot what I was going to say)    ha ha dementia!
Once the obstacle is found, you either remove it or go around.
Your chain of thought is starting to get momentum
Like a train on its track – now look forward, do not look back!
(Ooops forgot what I was going to say)
Oh, yes!  Is it old age ramblings or dementia?
I guess you will have to answer that! I did not look forward – I looked back!
Ha ha – enjoy your mind – because we will lose it with time!                                                                                               


Details | Free verse | |

Lost Memories

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Gilded Return

Slowly with unstable steps, she approaches.
The room is dank a foreboding intensity permits the air.
She is shaking as the memories wrap their inky hands around her throat.
The terror starts to build as the anguish she'd managed to lock away becomes unleashed.
It is feral, with fangs and razor sharp claws. 
The beast she'd burned turning into the regret of a monster for all of her sins. 
The room once furnished so lavishly now had boards bared through plaster showing holes allowing vermin and insects to do with the place as they wished.
In her eyes, the room was in it's glory as it had always been. 
The candle wax began to drip onto her hand.
Her eyes now resembled that of a newborn doe's as her eyes fell to a heavy book.
Bound with crisp thick paper and worded with the freshest ink and sharpest quill.
The satin was superb in all of it's glossy onyx nature, her home.
One step after another, fragile feet glide over the floor, rustling of pristine skirts.
Her breath became heavy and idly half of her mind wondered if she was suffocating.
All too soon it seemed she was standing before the book, hardly did her eyes stray,
yet memory served her well as the old oak table was exactly the same to her as before.

He haunted her in every aspect within her life.
All she held dear was slowly crumbling until insanity threatened to become a reality.
What was her old lover's memories attempting to provoke within her?
Anger? Surely not she only dwelt with remorse and regret for wasting precious time.
Heedless of her warnings to her own mind she could not run from the chocolate of his eyes.
Nor could she handle being bombarded with guilt at every smile that slipped over her features.
If only he could see her now, he would relish her miserable exsistance.
Death was a mask wedged deeply into her very cells and she accepted it.
This last dream had become her undoing it would appear, for here she was.
For every good memory and ghastly deed she had locked within this book.
A memento of her exsistance for she feared being forgotten when the earth reclaimed her essence.

With loving fingers and velvety skin she caressed the spine of the book.
With a bitter sweet smile she took the slightest corner of the tome and eased it open.
Immediatly musk and a definate spice bombarded her senses in a pleasing array.
The nearly unrecognizable strings of words no doubt made sense for any with mind enough to carry a magnifying glass of sorts.
Sitting with a sigh she spoke quietly.

I am Home.


Details | Ballad | |

Games 'Father to Son'

Monolopy,Trouble,Operation too
All those games I played with you
As time went on and you started to grow
Yathzee,Uno and games on the floor.
Poker,Euchere, Casinos.....WOO HOO!!!
All grown up....
Now "What Do We Do"??


Details | Haiku | |

Cricket - Haiku

     Cricket - Haiku

missing legs and sound
forest, rainless storm rages
remembers cricket


Details | Free verse | |

Babies and Kids Struggles

Everyone in the world thinks babies and kids have no struggles we are wrong.
We forget the hardest times of our lives is when we were infant our hearts beat a song.
When we were hungry we would cry, little hands could not grab anything that lye.
We had help to hold our bottles and we felt so helpless in our everyday struggles.
Our eyes did not open till the time that we were able we saw everything huge in size.
It made our heart throb fast and nothing made sense for all the words were gurgles.
The little ears we had we did stress with sound so loud and so unknown made us cry.
The fathers and mothers with kind word almost calmed us while they whispered.
They held us with fear, we had fear just knowing that we could not handle stress alone.
We grabbed things and we just wanted to hear the heart beat of our mom and dad.
That was the only thing in our minds that made us calm and glad.
The first touch of rough skin and strong hands were most comforting, yet scary at once.
Trust gradually grew when whipped our mess and hind ends, which were still scary.
To the large people out there the mind of a child is so simple but they still struggle.
They still need food, love and security that is all they need to grow.
To their lives is what they cling and no one is there to protect them from sorrow.
There are less fortunate kids that never get to hear their mothers and fathers hearts.
They soon empathize with everything around them with an emotion that struggles.
When sleeping on our own we cannot defend ourselves so we have fears.
That's why we cry nightly to sigh relief, we get exhausted and we run out of tears.
Remember the times you seen a child fall down their first step or bump into things.
It is scary when knowledge is lacking and get into things, which are a signs of struggles.
Children is future, it is nice to just watch them study, play and learn who they are.
Babies and Kids smiling, playing loud, and just sitting, they are still people they struggle. 


Details | Free verse | |

Last Days before the Big Surprise


It's very bright
and green here
behind my eyes,
the color of Spring.
I'm used to that
and I live where I loved.

I don't know you.
I've forgotten all
but traces. New dreams
are eating the memories.

Perhaps I lay 
under the pumping sun.
Perhaps I find
old strands of unused
language. Perhaps the
shadow of something
from time and place
surprises me. It's all
new and present.


Details | Rhyme | |

Being Seventeen and All of That

I really feel like I am 17 years old again, seriously
to live as a teenager in this age
with all the challenges that it brings
which is all part of being on the world's stage

But do I really want to be seventeen again
faced with relationships that's no easy task
questioning oneself about our looks or lack
thinking maybe should get a mask

Questions on where do I fit in
can't relate to family peers or home 
employment chances now get harder
if no degrees then where can I roam

Peer pressure makes it difficult to cope
wondering how to get out and away
so many pressures as a teenager
shows how easy it's to stray

These are reasons not to want
to be a teenager all over again
better to be at this end of age range
having time to enjoy a walk in the glen

poetgord@2013


Details | Verse | |

The Small Child Deceit

When a small child ask us why
They are asking us not to lie

About the world that is ahead
The one we knew before we were dead

Dead in the mind we possess right now
The one causing our smirks and frowns

The world that broke the one we knew
Remember the one that was me and you

The one when we skipped rocks across the pond
During the twilight or breaking dawn

They are asking us to remain true 
To the one that was me and one that was you

The one you dismissed, the one you forgot
Now you’re identifying being put on the spot

You are being called out
Too look within 

Now it comes clearer, you know the space 
When you could look in the mirror and see the face

Of a small child, the familiar friend
When we were young, just like them

I know you could be a slight bit confused 
Maybe even feeling a little bit used

But that is only the adult you, the one incapacitated by fears 
When you finally remember the child in you, the world is ever so clear 

The only feelings left behind, are ones you so choose 
The ones from the Mother’s child, leaving you completely and utterly soothed 

Those are the ones consistent; not loose, the ones reflecting in times of youth 
Deep within every essence of truth, before the lies that were told to you


Details | Rhyme | |

Passenger

I'm just a passenger
On this hopeless crazy ride 
I am just a messenger
Sent to warm you of the coming tide
I am just a creature 
Squirming from place to place 
I am just a preacher 
Of nothingness, I am afraid that's the case 
I am just a shell 
Simply rotting away 
I am just a cell 
Holding in all that's in my way.   


Details | Rhyme | |

The Towers of NYC The Day They Fell

Two standing structures standing up so high touching  tha clear blue sky.
Huge white walls on either side, 
Hundreds of windows reflecting the sky.
 Thousands of workers sit at their desks; unaware  of the fear that is growing near.
its 8:45 people still come to arive; but soon they'll be fighting to survive.
The north tower is struck by a plane and  the 1st tower is turned into a flame.
 
Smoke and ash flow throughout the buliding as people below are screaming.
Videos recording, photos been taken.
News choppers are flying while inside the tower people are dying.
Police try to control the streets as every ones heart beats.
 
People believe its just a plane crash but at 9:03 that rumour is smashed.
The second tower is hit as ash covers people in the street like a pit. 
firefighters suit up to enter the blaze but the smoke is so thick there put in a daze.
Panic and chaos is all around; as bodies jump from windows to fall a long way down .
 
fire is burning all around inside as news crews flim the outside .
People are burning and choking and know that time is getting short .
They ring their families to tell them they'll be fine; but in their hearts they know there out of time .
  
The towers come down with a tundering sound as a great symbol of the U.S is now nothing more than a mess.
Bodies are burnt and burried; sadness is in everyones face as New York City is left a dusty angry place . 
Great towers they used to be; but now these towers of NYC  are just ones memory.


Details | Free verse | |

Socrates

Oh dear heart alive!
Will you free me from this circular prison?
The everlasting soul
Whimpers
In her corner with no hand to hold
All the motions resume
And the virtue of men remain unresolved
Wandering through the poet's art.
Green is still green under the sky's unfaltering blue.
If only her hands were smooth
Then life wouldn't be so cruel.


Details | Free verse | |

Korean Commas

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


Details | Rhyme | |

In strength's ageing wane

In strengths aging wane
As joints ache with creaking pain
Lies a heart still and pensive
Beneath hands folded restive
	
And as thought ponders life
Against a calendar of love and strife
The eyes brim up with feelings weary
As vision fades in eyes so teary

But then as memory plays
Sepia thoughts of olden days
The heart smiles ever faintly
On moments blessed and seconds saintly

Of children playing loud
Screaming pleasure laughing shout
In back-yards’ blue splashed pools
Before routine and time and class and schools

But then as the memory embers fade
To grey ash and pre-dusk shade
The warmth of love still remains
The soothe the heart and aches and pains


Details | Free verse | |

Death's Kiss

I wait for the only looming possibility.
We watch as what is ours
fall apart gradually in its hands.

Fading and thinning hair,
weight of memories,
toothless smiles,
increasing wrinkles,
weakened spirits,
I wait, you wait, 
for the impending sign, death.

Smelling of slightly misty rain, 
the breeze of innocence,
we try to resist it,
holding onto that wispy hair of mundane,
until we have no more spark,
and can only linger,
for that is inevitable, 
death.

Slightly cold and wet,
memories slowly disappear,
hair grows luxuriant and rich,
wrinkles are unraveled out,
and it all flourish under its hand,
the hand of an undeniable presence, 
death.

Memories disappear,
pain, joy, sorrow, and life are all drained.
We enjoy a moment's felicity,
full of innocence and awe,
youth's endowment and bane,
as the world changes,
becoming captivating once more,
but only for a moment, a bittersweet moment.

It swiftly dissipates into thin air,
and we fall into a dark pocket of nihility,
we crash into threads of an imminent, death.

Into twilight and isolation,
we can still think and hope,
about that bittersweet flashback,
but that moment's bliss became torture,
because it could never be retained, held onto.

The cost of a bittersweet memory,
was longing and emptiness,
as we ache for the past,
vacant and drained reminders,
and finally, accept the uncertain and certainty,

death.


Details | Quatrain | |

Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

           Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

Canyons scorched over time by an overburdened sun lust
A desolate lost soul still wonders blindly back
On that past, the darkened prairie grass, and covered dust
Where rain fell, love began, then turned icy black

Confused, buried through time, recalling if you ever were mine
Glimmers of gold discovered there that memories retain
Scattered rocks, sharper than my mind, thoughts refined
Landscape with solid features remains untainted in refrain  

Our love was silent born on golden morning’s mist
Only a sad sun remembers everything that lasts
Silence in the quiet open air recounts every little kiss 
Forgetting nothing in the embers of our souls that passed

Cold winters ice etched us beyond simple lust
 Memory retains those golden laws of life divine
Still keep their secrets silent born in trust 
Covers that distant morning when you were mine

               Created on 8/18/14 for Where Frozen Embers Still Burn contest


Details | Light Poetry | |

IN TEENS

Millennium-

The power house,

Chasing the dark,

Millions in mind,

In all kinds,

Still in teens,

Today,Two Zero Fourteen!


Details | Free verse | |

How Lovely

How lovely, isn't
It, to have an 'off' switch, shotty wiring
And all,
And a presence lined up to ****?

They are always there
To cauterize the wounds of emotional castration
Without desire to examine
The blood pattern forensics,
Chalking the splatter up
To an affinity towards Jackson Polluck. 

Tears are to the meek
As injury is to the bold,
Chastity is to pureness
As promiscuity is to curiosity.
And what
Supplemented activity relates to the character
Defect of an over-eager search for validation?

How surreal a menagerie constructed from
Syringes full of sunshine.
Currency crusted by blood in place of worth,
Hopeful scribbles of the pale and placid carrying
Small flecks of over packed bags under the eye
Can seem when sunlight filters through rose colored lenses;
How frighteningly apparent
Connect-the-dot freckles and
Spasms of the left cheek and 
Teddy bear smiles and
Xylophone ribs and
Bits of skin ghosted from lips become
When refracted by a Narcissus pond—

How I m p o r t a n t,

How appropriate these sentiments:
Perfect companions for the rolled-up-carpet's journey
Of finding permanence along river bottom
Set into the silt and framed with waving algae:

A'voir, piggyback consistencies,
Meet oblivion in shreds
Blown out the back end of the skull
In the instant chapped lip worshiper meets collarbone shrine.

Such ready to leech services are no longer
A necessity
In the four hours of chemically enhanced rawness
Stuffed with bile and bruise and suck and lie
Hollowed of meaning,
Save for the proverbial cholesterol of hope clogged in pores.

But I awake in numbness,
Cold and invalid,
With my head pressed on Doubt's chest
And my fingers knotting in its own
Begging to be warm again.


Details | Ottava rima | |

Richard, I Remember You

Oh, Richard Ruef, I remember you.
And sunlit strolls; oh, quiet interlude.
We studied; then we danced at night’s adieu.
The dreams live on a lifetime to conclude.
Your promise locked within a future new.
Near poetry of moths and lengthy halls,
As to my memory our dreamland falls.

Discovering your hopes a little late.
You left behind a friendship that had grown.
But, I was young and lost at virtue’s gate.
Our fate denied like thoughts of you, alone.
To see you once again would be so great.
Under a porch light, sharing present lives.
My open window waits; the hilltop thrives.

November 9, 2014


Details | Free verse | |

She Didn't Need Diamonds

Always said the sparkle was in my eyes.
It was all she ever would want to have;
How could I not love one such as her?
She was beauty walking towards me.

Embraced in a paradise no man could simply imagine;
It had to be felt and that I can hardly express,
For how does one describe a living breathing angel?
I just flew with her for as long as God permitted.

(In memory of my lovely wife, my dearest sweet Rebecca)

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 | Free verse | |

What

                    What

What do I do with that love that filled the void
Do I fill it in with a choice that is inevitably yours
To do with it what meanderings in the mind one might contrive 
Which presents definable conditions
That define us inevitably 
What if the world really did revolve around you
Should I simply capitulate and resign
Or is there more to this than what I perceive
And simply leave it as it is
As what was originally conceived 
And leave

   



Details | I do not know? | |

The Last Time Part 2

She pounds the door once, as hard as she can with her fist;
Mugging, trying to see through her watery eyes, the mist.
She hesitates... then walks in like someone who won't admit defeat;
As she takes a seat her strength and courage quickly depletes.
For once her teacher's quiet and she asks no questions,
She looks once, then continues to teach the given lesson.
In a class full of ratchets, where no sympathy will be given,
She lowers her head and weeps, silently hoping no one listens.  
She can't look up, she's too full of shame,
She can't stop crying, she feels she's to blame.
So many thoughts, so many feelings, 
So much pain, the sound of her rapid breathing…
…
..
.
The lights are on, everyone's talking,
She gets up, to the door she's walking.
She points to the Restroom pass and the teacher says yes;
She's so surprised, she must have look stressed.
She slams the door and walks across the hall.
Where she prepares to meet the girl that they saw...that ugly fragile broken doll.
She can't look at herself just yet, she stands with her eyes tight.
Too afraid to see what she showed the world, she can't stare at this unknown sight.
Open your eyes… Just open your eyes, is singing in her head,
You have to do it, you have to look, the words are full of dread.


Details | Blank verse | |

at

at war,
-i could still hear our tired feet passed this plain,
wind chills our bodies soaked at early dawn rain-
i sat at the side, eager to absorbed, all what I heared from my old man's tale
cold breeze breath and made us shivered,
as if a ghost from the past, sat in
under the acacia, as if it was ready to hear the pain-
"we are at war, nineteen eighty nine, and in the late seventies
most of the boys lost their lives, including mine,
that, i was long gone with them,
 
I don't understand.


at peace,
-inside a small house, we call' a war room'
my old man were dead few years back,
we talked about politics, it could be a new walk
can you walk with us? they asked, eagerly
though I'm skeptic, i nod-
we went out on the streets, after few hours dancing 
in the air, sat on the side, placards lay on my tired hand
throwed a long glimpse toward the sky
i think rain come tonight,
one of us, positively uttered.
we look at him, and all eyes raised up towards the gathering
of the moonson clouds,

still i don't understand.


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
 
 
 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

For Maya Angelou

For Dr Maya Angelou


Vanquished by the day one may be,
Beaten down by the barren night.
 
Faltering at times,
at times upright.
 
Still one stands.
One still fights.
 
For though one falls,
One must rise.


Details | Verse | |

SEVEN TEENS

SEVEN TEENS!
  -Dharga Nagar Safa

Come my Seven teens,

And my Seventeen,

Back!


Details | Didactic | |

Antiquity Born

                   Antiquity Born

Formed from chemical reactions on the tongues of infants
Tales with meanings, without letters were born
Hatched under desert rocks with bones in evolution
From grunting cave creatures
Human family members if memory serves 
Records from that time came by word of mouth alone
Tales to tell their stories without words emerged
Evident on stones in color and design
Etched bold enough to hold them throughout time
Old words are thicker than the past told
Through symbols, pictures, codes formed in antiquity 
Tools tell their story without the use of letters 
Ancestors return from history
Brought back to life
In images in form in ancient art


Details | Free verse | |

My Thought's of Pearl Harbor

During the time of our sleep
When not even mice would make sounds
The planes they did creep
Hunting their targets like savage hounds
And when they struck
The ground it rumbled
There was no time to duck
As the ships crumbled
Men and women died that day
Which made many families blue
They had awaken the USA
Even though we started World War Two
That day in December 1941
A new strenght had been born


Details | Free verse | |

Play Time part 1


I miss being 10
at 10, there are no responsibilities,
at least not any serious ones. 
At 10, play time was all the time,
especially during recess,
but not during tests.

I miss being 10
during games at play time,
I would always be a hero,
i couldn't stand thinking about myself as a villian.
but i was not always a main character,
i actually invented a few games.
they were for when we were bored
and from traditional games.
one of those games i called "The Secret Agents"
and it was my most favorite game.

I miss being 10
There was less stress
and less death.
and i miss not having a care in the world.
and i actually miss being the smartest kid in class.

I miss being 10
or do i
If i was still 10
would i have realized my undying love for Jazmine
would i have met John, Jim, and Haylee
Would i have ever been close to them
i don't know
but i do miss being 10


Details | Free verse | |

Play Time Part 3

Memories of being 10
Most consist of the playground
some consist of classrooms and teachers
few consist of competitions and awards

Memories of being 10
I remember the chess tournament
I remember the smooth wood of the pieces
I remember the semi-dark & cool room
My last match
I had won all of my other matches
I moved my rook 6 spaces forward
and with my queen guarding it
he had no choice but to move into a corner
right into my trap
I move my knight and claimed checkmate

Memories of being 10
I remember the coolness,
smoothness and shininess
of that brand new chess champ medal


Details | Rhyme | |

Pondering Life On A Cool Morn

Pondering Life On A Cool Morn 

Sitting here all thoughtful and so quite alone
shadow on the floor, cat is outside on the roam
House is so very quiet, empty and a bit cold
this brief spell was my entire life so long ago

Yet now just a silent temporarily lonely state
because my darling wife leaves early as of late
Our son to babysitter has so early just flown
too soon, too soon , a man then he'll be grown!

I sit in silence pondering such thoughts this morn
how tragic had our beloved son not ever been born
As the cool breeze eases into this large room
memories come calling with a splash and loud boom!

Immediately my heart stirs to take glowing flights
as those coins now give such brilliant new sights
The glow of love and a life now so very at peace
such treasures fill my heart and many joys unleash!

Robert J. Lindley, Feb 18, 2012

Found this write on a paper folded into a coat pocket 
in clothes we are donating to charity. I had simply forgot writing it!
My coat goes but my write stays and into my journal it will 
now be recorded.


Details | Sonnet | |

Non Compos Mentis

 How creeps the dark where once was brightly lit,
   That he who once mighty is idly damned:
 To watch destroyed an energy and wit
   Makes concealed and sad a life long and grand!
 Where the acquisitions of yesteryear
   Become a puzzle piece and not a whole,
 Where atrophy on each new day impair
   The bravest heart! The old sense! The lost soul!
 I have seen the inconsolable grace
   And pride which inherit the living haze -
 That robs identity without a trace
   Kept more sedentary in mortal malaise.
 And when my time comes I pray not in vain
 I remember to die before I wane.


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

Non Compos Mentis in Latin means "not of sound mind".


April 2005


Details | Rhyme | |

Now When It Snows

It was cold 
When we first met 
And you made it feel like home 
You were my safety net 
And I wanted to show you 
But you turned away 
you left me in this cold 
i had to learn the hard way

And now when it snows 
I think of you 
Holding my hand 
And warming my heart like you do 
And now when it rains 
I look at the ground 
The puddles reflect me 
And I see you somehow 
And now when the sun shines 
I hide away 
You taught me to bottle it up 
And to never be brave 
And now when it snows 
I feel my heart break 

Each snowflake that falls 
Is like another day 
I had to live without you 
And live with the pain 
Now not knowing 
Where you are 
I hope you’re in the cold 
Shivering hard 

No I don’t hate you 
But how could I 
I spent years loving you 
And I don’t even know why 
You were just cruel 
And distant and mean 
The things that you said 
You didn’t mean them to me 

And I hope you wonder 
About me 
And where I’m going 
And if I lose sleep 
If you’re wondering
Well I do 
But I’ve never been anywhere 
Colder than you


Details | Free verse | |

Retrospect

You caught my attention,
But it wasn’t my intention
To fall in love again.
This regret now moves my pen.

My envious heart breaks
So full of jade;
There was constantly another
In the bed we laid.

Once again, we walk through this door,
Will this be just like before?
I never meant to be your whore,
Yet I’m just that and nothing more.

A simple suggestion,
An expected response,
A charitable chance,
Our Judgment Day dawns.

My journey begins on your playing field,
Me, an innocent pawn, hopes to be healed.
I wonder, as I subject myself to your twisted game,
Will my retreat be a walk of shame?

Trumpets flare with your grand entrance,
Your arms ensnare my entire existence,
Your tone is harmless, but it can’t conceal the fire,
Your gaze steeps with sexual desire.

When you strike, there’s both pleasure and pain,
Now, my boundaries you have slain.
I’m enslaved to your master rule
You torment me; your love is cruel.

Without warning, you take your leave,
My frustration builds to tears
The empathetic sky begins to grieve,
This affectionate misgiving amplifies my fears.

Puppeteer, I’m your tool,
You’re the king and I play your fool,
Your law renders me mute.
You pull the strings, and I follow suit.


Details | Rhyme | |

One Year

31,536,000 seconds and we age one year,
Time never to be replaced,
Things we did and did not do,
All the happiness and all the fear.

525,600 minutes and we age one year,
Edging closer to our demise,
Finite things to see and love,
To touch and to hear.

8,760 hours and we age one year,
The choices that we made,
Remaining safe behind our masks,
Or risk shedding a tear.

365 days and we age one year,
Following a narrow path,
Steady and acquiescent did we stay,
Or off the trail did we veer.

52 weeks and we age one year,
Our youth falls far behind,
Activities we much enjoyed,
Now too much to bear.

12 months and we age one year,
The people we have met
The places we have gone
The faces we did wear.

4 seasons and we age one year,
Life now so expeditious,
The future becomes blurred
And the past becomes so dear.

By Warren Wurzburger
June 2011


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Stuff Love

I waited for you,
to be here with me.
My comfort. My life.
My everything.

Forever with you,
that is my place.
I am you; you are me.
We are everything.
You live to die.
I die to live.
Lifelessly laying, limp and light.
Your touch, bringing me to life.

Now old, aged and tired.
I am wearing away.
Watching you grow bigger,
I will never grow that way.

My body weak and frail.
Ruby red, delicate, like fine wine.
Brittle with splits and gashes.
Fallen fragments, I could never feel.

But oh, how I love you.
And I know you love me.
Although our visits are brief,
I'll be here waiting.


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Point of view

The old man sits on a bench in 
the late afternoon sun 
his walker nearby,
his little dog, 
nearer 

Sunday, 
the last day of summer
they watch the line up of trucks 
coming to retrieve their
boats from the water
as the sun crawls
towards the sea

Like the tide, 
the same people who 
lined up in the morning to launch their boats,
now line up in the afternoon to retrieve them 

Someone says to the old man, 
they must truly love their boats

The old man replies, 
once, I loved my boat
 
I remember being on the water in the sun,
breathing the sea air, feeling the wind
and the spray of the water on my face,
feeling the force of the waves, 
the pull on the heart to the open sea

Feeling the anticipation
of the day, the chance of it all,
the good and the bad;
dry feet or wet clothes,
an empty net,
or a full belly

And the freedom
Oh, the freedom
 
I haven't been on a boat in so long,
that I can't even remember 
when it was, son 

I miss it so, but I'm happy
just that I loved it once


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upside down

In ceilings and cracks it peeps
From corners doused in darkness it speaks 
Was this not engraved in memory-
     Embossed and sealed secretly?
From torchered dreams, we awake from sleeping
Into misty nights we emerge, craving
Looking for that which will ground us
     That which will divine our speech
     That which will draw us closer despite the pain of living purely through memory.


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Conversations with Sandstone at Khajuraho

As the sun sets over your naked postures, bringing
twilight into Kichak’s frightful mouth, and yet, still you,
all of you, continue to dance in the dusk of eternal love.
It is hard to not bear witness to
Our own inconstancy, our own transience,
etched on the ticket of a bus we are to take at midnight. 

As the digital camera freezes you in its pixelated frames,
and the heavily accented Guide builds legends of you
in our eyes, through imperfect stories made in
the edifice of a malleable past housing a broken hourglass
under the skies of collective memory.
It is hard to not bear witness to
our own inconstancy, our own transience
etched as an old love poem written for a forsaken beloved
not very long ago.

As stories seep into each other, while you continue to attempt
to fuse bodily, soulfully, into each other, how much ever,
stonily, and all of your life’s spectacles
play out in front of us slowly, very slowly.
It is hard to not see our Quotidian reflect in pieces 
of your Eternity, and your eternity played out as
a break from our mundane; else, how are we to 
fall in and out of Love again? How are we to
live, die and learn to live again?

As you visit our counted dreams with a 
casual strut of a by-walker; and trespass our delicate
dreams with stubborn virtuosity from a time
that does not even exist anymore! It is hard to not
witness you make a mockery of Time
we clutch on to so dearly; by filling the vapid timelessness of our dreams
with infinite time; the lovelessness of a half-empty bed with
infinite Love. 
In short, 

This, my dear, is just not done.
 


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her shoebox of poetry

           
It was a shoebox of poems written over the years
Of joyous moments, heart aches and tears
The fond memories of her life, of being a mother and a wife.
Poems of her child bearing years, and all the joys that she shared.
A poem of the moment that she had dread
Of the day that she wed.
With butterflies in her stomach and tears in her eyes
And being strong so she would not cry.
Poems of when her children reached school age
And each year was a different phase.
Poems of family times, vacation times
And even of the nursery rhymes.
Waiting till the time was right, and to have
Quality time with her husband at night.
Her entire life was in a shoebox of poetry
Left to read by you and me.


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Truth Springs Forth

Truth Springs Forth 

I slumbered in the shadows of my past 

until shakened opened eyed at last 

All the memories that fill my heart 

these too shall someday depart 

I wandered in the midst of never ending time 

birthing glories not worth a dime 

Only now with the glow of setting Sun 

do I see the victories so falsely won..  07- 14-2010--Robert Lindley


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No Remembrance

My doctor says, as we grow older,
and keep cramming stuff into our brain,
sooner or later, it has to dump.

Is this really true?
Or, is it simply a doctor's excuse
for something to which he has no answer?

Somewhere along the way, I've lost
complete blocks of time, entire days or nights,
pleasant events which others remember,
but I cannot recall, at all.

Some episodes have staying power,
like the time I fell off the ladder,
flipped, and slid down the stairs
to the basement, head first. Who
could forget those raccoon eyes
I wore for weeks afterward?

Before you reminded me of the lunch
we shared, on the way to Wyoming,
with rain pelting the windowpane,
it had been erased from my memory bank.

That murder mystery I read last year,
is new again, a rediscovered story
to be enjoyed once more.

Yet, in all the moves we've made,
all the churches you've served as Pastor,
the conferences/workshops we've attended,
the companies we've worked for,
it's the people I remember -

the names, the faces, the smiles,
the friendships, these are the things
I treasure, and these memories will linger,
these memories will never erase.


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Not another tear

A golden yellow painted the horizon that gave sight to the setting of the sun
The clouds seemed to melt onto themselves becoming one
Large bodies of mist, almost fog gave form to many things as the mind saw
Weary was the day as the last breeze swept the surface of the Earth's crust, good night it did call

From the inside of a vehicle into this painting of the sky he did stare
The mellow feeling he felt was almost perfect, as if the world was at peace
A small tear for such memory did his eyes release
A storm of memories began to thunder in his mind, oh if life was fair

And endless ocean was ahead, yet again more tears to his soul
His heart weakly began to speak
As his tears began to waterfall, all coming from the depths of his heart whole
All this weeping surely made his judgement weak

He walked down memory lane
With ever step taken forward he refelt all the passed pain
Memorys that dwelled in his being as a huge stain
Feelings all we so plain

Dark, for the sun was asleep
Dreams in the air walked around to seek a mind to torment
Nightmares they took shelter in the mind of the weak, all whom lived in lament
The walk to the top surely is very steep

With age comes wisdom, mistakes pave the path that we walk on to the next step
From the window he stared, blood shot eyes stared into the sky, oh he felt fear
As it was to pass with or without his consent, time did age into a year
A cloud flew over his shadow, it whispered not another tear


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Oh Albert It's Alice

Oh, Albert its Alice
I missed you today
Many years since you went away 
You left me with orders
To await your return
Oh Albert its Alice 
We had so much to learn 

I remember that summer of 1913
The storm was coming, we had not seen
The sun was shining upon our true love
Do you remember that brooch, with the little white dove?

We kissed on the Station, you had to go
The train steamed you from me – rather too slow
It let me see you drifting away
Oh Albert its Alice, I missed you today

The 4th of November 1917
My sisters’ baby had started to wean 
Your Vera told me you weren't coming home
You had fallen in action, you weren't alone...

...there was Billy, Tommy and Freddie Jones
From red brick houses, from coal heated homes
Escaping the drudge of daily toil
Back to Earth, back to the soil
But Albert its Alice, I missed you today

We kept our promise to always be true
You to me and me to you 
I have kept my life on a single track
Hoping that one day you’d make it back
But Albert its Alice, that train never came
Returning its passengers home safe again

I'm lonely Albert, in this crowded room
Everything’s whizzy, bangy and boom
Things are so different since you left
I'm in a home now “it’s for the best” 
Albert, oh Albert I need you today

Albert its Alice, my looks have now gone 
We lost our daughter and lost our son
I could not conceive without my true love
But I've still got the brooch with the little White dove

Oh, Albert its Alice, I’ll see you soon
I still sing along to our favourite tune
A lifetime of waiting, a lifetime of loss
Oh, Albert its Alice, let’s not be cross

Oh Albert, now, you’re waiting for me
Remember the park? Remember our tree?
It stands at the entrance of Executive Homes
They can’t see our names from their mobile phones
Oh, Albert its Alice, I missed you today

I miss our home, where you lived with me
I called our home ‘The Cherry Tree’
I say “our” home, you've always been there
Oh, Albert you’re with me – you really did care

Oh, Albert its Alice, my tears have been shed
Lying alone in my cold single bed
They put your name on a role of honour
I was very thankful that they would even bother
Oh, Albert if only they’d missed you that day

So here I sit – waiting to go
You all left before me, and I'm now rather slow
My body is old, but my soul is still young
But Albert
Oh, Albert
It was the war that we won 

Oh, Albert its Alice, I’ll join you today.


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