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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Ballad Of Poet Destroyer

"The Ballad of The Poet Destroyer"

Destroyer, and creator of words
Flying high on the wings of a bird
Drowning every inch, by foes and friends
Where has she gone?

When push came to shove, 
She continued standing tall after every fall
Falling fearlessly like the falling star tapping the lips
Topaz, a star in the eyes of envy the enemy
A dreamlike, miracle mirage, fresh like mints
No reason in remembering yesterday's sad song
Slightly she moves in with the new barren breeze,
A maze in disguise, no way out
A feeling so good, you hate
The naming of names, that won't escape you 
Your eyes of lust, imitate PD's sweetest touch, 
Destruction, with pleasure
A new day, killed by the morning after pill
Everyone gone, shadows remain
Where, has she gone? 

A feeling so good, you hate
Your unmatched precision, wobbles your stability
She'll give you a taste of rays, despite your low self-esteem 
Happiness turns to sadness, making every jaw drop
Where has she gone?

She's not the painting of Mona Lisa, 
However, it does not stop you from spending your cash-
-To see a picture painted with a frown,
Look what you've done!

Never to return, what was, what is!
You say you love her, then you run
A dry barrel, an empty gun, 
Never will the enemy be number one, 
Nothing but a shadow, a rug for PD,
Like a dream, her imagery is haunting
Love her or leave her, her pen name remains
Poet O' Poet where are you?

Advocate of smiles, enjoy her copy paste kiss
Trace her silhouette found in the midnight mist
Blindfolded, indulge by the wind
Breaking, the Texas Hold EM' Hand
Her freedom, her land
Gone insane, she laughs, 
Untouched she remains, she lives
Inside of me

By; PD


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"Walls Between Passion"

written by Michael & The Mysterious Lady of Soup


                                                 Michael
                            The walls are tall but I know your there.
                          I hear your voice and the thoughs we share.
                                 So close but can't touch your hand,
                 all I could do is spill out my words and let my pencil land.
                                              Lady of Soup
                         I can feel your heartbeat beyond these walls,
                                one tear drop and my pencil falls.
                           The image of you vibrates my desired needs,
                            every thought about you inside me exceeds.
                                                 Michael
                                   I press my palm on the door,
                      just to feel your hand makes me want you more.
                          My chest is beating to your song of desire.
                      To be inside your body and feel your waves of fire.
                                              Lady of Soup
                        I take a deep breath to feel your essence here.
                           In my mind, the image of becomes so clear.
                             I can not calm a single thought about you.
                  I place my hands on my chest in hopes you get through.
                                                 Michael
                        Soon this door will open , and all shall be revealed.
                     So many things to be said, will start with kisses sealed.
                           To see you standing in your beauty and appeal
                              I have to have you as our passion will steal
                                             Lady of  Soup
                      The time has come for us to be in each others arms
                  before you opened the door, you had me with your charms.
               Lets throw these notes away, and feel the desire for each other.
               Lets keep this a secret between us, my dear poet and sexy lover..


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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 | Free verse | |

Wolf And Owl Take Shape

            Wolf And Owl Take Shape

Smoke and red cinders rise together in retrograde simplicity
On counter rotation, winds sing through birch and oak 
Marbled moon remains sour yellow through the ecliptic edge
Cryptic night, where owl and wolf find warmth and cover
Nestled in the coarse blanket warn by Tabitha, the young one 
Her tribe sleeps through winter
She holds them in her mystic spell, mild heart and smile
They breathe cold mist together in history hallows
Unfolding cold reveals their open eyes
Reaching out into the distance as wolf howls
Unknown mysteries of life feel their kinship
Heaven opens up to them crisp on the fire light   
Wolf moves his wool but only slightly in a twitch
Owl takes flight, returns alarmed
Back to the blanket and young girls arms
It rests with comfort feathers by her heart
Wolf and owl take shape, Tabitha smiles
They all take one long last breath and hold it in
Wait till spring to release it again below the mystic stars


10/17/14 Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun – Poetry Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Reality's Angel

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


Details | Narrative | |

Sleepless Nights

Insomnia, familiar friend,
crawled into bed this summer night
so once again, inflamed with dread
I wander now in pitch of dark 
and touch the places, now by heart, that sprawl unstirred by weary minds

This lonely place, where I used to come
where armless grief, and headless doubt
and worry filled the rooms
I know you cold, my land of oz
So ruthless do you change your face
into a place I once refrained

But,  don't pretend to make me fear, toxic robber of my sleep
I've known you much too long
You masquerade in shades of gray
And now I know that dark of night, is not the blackest thing
And room by room, I'll play the game
until the light of day

The shadows magnify your art
and though they magnify my loss of sleep
and while I've tossed and turned in vain
I've lost the lonely albatross
that pulled against the grain

From hooded thresholds I embark
to find a language of the dark
A liquid language of a mystic night, 
that switches on the light

I've walked the halls of ghosts I knew, and those I hope to meet
I've felt the stares, and shared myself, no secrets left to keep
But not tonight, familiar friend
you bask in myth I understand
I'll fill the tasks that need my hands, until the light of day...
---------------


For Leonora Galinta's Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

The tree of life

A lonely tree stands in a field
Branches entwined in one
And as those branches come to life
They reach up to the sun

This tree with all it's energy
just like a woman so it be
It's branches swaying in the breeze
just like a mother's offspring, these

And so the lonely tree does age
The human kind out living
But we all end up just the same
Our flesh to earth be giving

And thus our lives all end the same
No matter what we be
Some have long lives, some much less
In life's sweet mystery


Details | Rhyme | |

Bravery Is All There Is

When darkness falls and finds us all alone,
When the heart becomes a small grey stone ...
     Bravery is all there is.

When thunder shakes the windowpanes,
When those we love lie wracked with pain ...
     Bravery is all there is.

Bravery concedes its fear;
Does not attempt to hide its tears.
Bravery is born of holding calm,
In quietly, doggedly, carrying on.

When reason fails to light the dark,
When the answer is a question mark ...
     Bravery is all there is.

When justice seeks to rule in vain,
When sorrow sweeps the roiling brain ...
     Bravery is all there is.

Bravery trembles while it stands,
Accepts what it cannot command.
Bravery bears its burdens well,
Looks not to see if others tell.

     Be brave then, Mystery asks of us;
     Face the unknown with silent trust -
     For at the End, there is only this:
     Bravery is all there is.
     Bravery is all there is.


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Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…

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

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Bob quietly passed away.

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

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

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

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


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


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Dear Michelle

You almost had me,
I wanted you,
The way you stuck to me like super glue,
I was feeling you,
But I knew,
I could never have you,
But, the way you looked at me,
The way my body pleads,
We can never be,
Because I’m too old,
And your only thirteen.


Details | Narrative | |

New Paths

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Tug


The fog reminded him the winter's edge
how faster can the nightly riding be?
he felt the overthrow and painful sledge,
- the asphalt hit the rider departee.

The roar was heard amid the falling snow
the bike capsized - and hard he fell to slug,
across the never reached horizons' glow,
received her bridal kiss and asphalt's tug.

He danced with her beneath the nimbus cloud
- enjoining the magnificence of waltz;
bestowed, denoted valor, fore avowed,
ambrosial her remembrance was, and false.

Beforetime she became his fate in mists,
perceived their airy dance, surpassed treetops
lithe daughter of woods' emptiness, not kissed
on fares unvisited, where searching stops.

Inside the nimbus celebrating Halls
Collegiate was the feast's inviting dance,
trajectory redemptive, death-ride tolls,
- was thoughtful and cognizable her glance.

So standing tall 'mid honors and dusk shades,
recalled the margins that he raced upon,
three hundred for Persephone of Hades
to be his wed on skyline's denouement.

The bullocky V-engine echoes thence
and crowns the basalt rocks atop the brae
when riders pass and fog is hazy-dense
upon his street-bike-fighter see him sway.

© 09-04-2013, George Venetopoulos
(Iambic pentameter)


Details | Imagism | |

ADRIFT

ADRIFT
-----------
Swallowed by waves
Intensely waged in war
A mariner swims seized
In anarchic zones

Colliding crests of clear 
Currents clash/clutch
Shifting and drifting it 
Further from shallow
Fluidic floors

Lingering lured beneath 
Deep aqueous lands
He swims sedate a
Straight stroking lap 

Embarked on his quests 
To cults of creatures as featured 
Foreshadowed and seen 
In rippling revelation

The chilling cool
Of the seas quench
The tip of his tongue
Tantalizing his thirst
While the lighthouse bells
Roar renouncing the curse

Concocted clamantly by 
Imps tightly towered ashore
In aimless search of
He who fiercely fled 
Like a falcon freed
From the flooding floors

Mellow sweet melodies 
Sound a sugar's energy burst
Beaming bright as the sun
Sparks the dawn's white flame

Shading the scenes a
Deific seraphim's drape
As the towering sky's
Blue clothed in white cape

How brilliantly a defunct figure 
Darted deep in the distance
Shapes an empryean eel 
Adrift its ocean's reticence

~Poetra Jah~


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Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.


Details | Haiku | |

Nostalgia

Allow me another moment,
A moment in your nostalgia,
The moment that stretches to eternity.

Allow me another mile,
A mile by your side,
The mile that transcends the dead-end.


Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


Details | Ballad | |

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - THE RUINS OF THE ANCIEN REGIME




Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!

Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.

Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.

Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.

So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!

God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.

Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?

"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.


Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.

Story: http://www.sloveniatimes.com/total-mess-in-state-owned-capital-asset-management

The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world. www.maria.si


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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 | Free verse | |

A Mistake of Time and Structure

    A Mistake of Time and Structure

It was forty by the formometer
The moon closed in
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was time to waste
If not It was a memory
And there it faded

It was thirty by the hidrometer
The sun fell out
It was a full end
If I remember
It was a gifted part of nothing
If not it was a clock
And there it stopped

It was twenty by the timeometer
The wind gave up
It was time with space giving way
If I remember
It was a place called winter
If not it was a thought I had
That evaporated

It was ten by the elderometer
Morning came to night
It was a place to sleep
If I remember
It was a slower moving body
If not it was a part of time
And it had passed

It was one by the nonometer
The mind froze up
It was a full stop in mid air
If I remember
It was a cold and numbing moment
If not it was a motion forward
And there was nothing there

It was zero by the outometer
And night filled in the void
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was a matter of time
If not it was a poem I wrote
And there it was in the dark


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

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


Details | Epic | |

Crossroads

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

A Tempting Fate

(Inspired by the humorous short story, "Angel Of The Odd", by Edgar Allan Poe.)



This young man had just been visiting his mother,
His wife disapproved of spending his time with another,
He grabbed his coat and hat, but not an umbrella,
For, he was quite an unwise and careless fella.

The rain began to pour with thunder and lightning,
This foolish man did not find it a bit frightening,
He was looking forward to a warm hug and a kiss,
Although, it was her cooking that he really did miss.

He quickly jumped over puddles and leapt the gate,
But, little did he know, that he was tempting fate,
He knocked and pounded his fist on the front door,
The house remained dark, though it never was before.

Now, all that he needed to do was simply unlock it,
But, he found the key was no longer in his pocket,
He picked up a rock and shattered the window pane,
It didn't matter to him, if he disturbed their entire lane.

He cooked and ate his dinner, now he wanted dessert,
In his mind he thought, what could one more bite hurt?,
The young man could not silence the feeling to crave,
Yet, that is what would put him right into the grave.

His wife's specialty was a heavenly, angel food cake,
And, into this one, a secret ingredient, she did bake,
A drop of deadly poison to keep her husband at home,
For, she never liked the idea of being left all alone.

He was very much in love with this pretty, young baker,
Yet, she had planned a date with the local undertaker,
Her selfish plans to tempt him, had worked all too well,
His new home, six feet under, is now where he would dwell.




Written February, 27th, 2014  For Craig Cornish's contest - "Angel Of The Odd"


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess


Details | Free verse | |

ATLANTIS

Far beneath fathom's kept, where the dead men,
Dare not speak of forgotten kingdom's hidden deep,
Under waves chilling currents, in the aquatic blues,
 Burial zone.
Behind seaweeds thickened greenery, and corals
 Reefs decorative stealth.
An ancient mystery's truth lies undiscovered,
Pull back times curtain reveal a world turned up,
Side down.
Once a utopian society lived, bathed in the
 Warmth of the sun.
Shinning by brilliance light aglow in
 Architectural marvel.
Civilization’s corner stone, etched with 
Diversity's trade mark.
Idealism in perfection orderly form, 
Pictured framed amongst ,
Legend's greatest mysteries left unsolved, 
Yet it intrigues us.
A vast landscape spanning the horizon, 
Wealth's golden city.
Built brick by brick on sheer strength, 
Of will power and intelligence intellect.
A crown jewel of the ancient world but,
 It's existence has tarnished with age,
 Entering the realm of long ago,
 Mythological legendary myth.
But fortune's favor draws fates attention, 
Leaving unto follies end result greed's lust,
Deception’s cruelty, and slavery’s injustice.
The god's have little mercy for humanity’s,
 Sinister darker side,
And cast a titan's krackan to sly the
 Wickedness there in.
Destruction landfall hit Atlantis head on,
An eerie twilight’s hour destiny’s four winds,
Did scream why have you forsaken, 
Your children thus so.
No wraith's compassion could eliminate, 
Sorrows heavy burden to bare.
A nation, a continent wiped from the face
Of the earth, without leaving a trace vaporized,
In a instant.
Storytellers epically write words, telling of
Legacy's lost paradise.
It's valuable theology speaks volumes knowledge,
Of lessons to be learned so not as to,
 Be repeated again. 
In the devil triangle may it rest in peaceful slumbers, 
Dreaming state.
Until history's reawakening calls it name once more.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN










Details | Name | |

Shanity Rain

            So many amazing Artist ~
             one would never complain

            Just to be amongst all Soup 
             my name will never be plain

            I love all indiscriminately 
            My friends you'll  remain 

            Not to confuse or cause pain
            for the reason lies not in Vain

             From now on just call me 
                Shanity Rain ~

           However my Children remind me , I'm Insane ~
        '   Shanity Rain  my new Pen name  '


Details | I do not know? | |

The Master Mind of Numbers

Ever since I have stepped into modernization, I have been pinched with values of the ancestors,
I cannot believe that the inside does not reflect the outside anymore,
When one says he or she has changed and become open minded, 
Is it only to make one feel temporarily pleased or is just to enjoy hurting a person,
Why has age become a factor or an excuse to start a new problem?

Every time a heart skips a beat, the warm sensation takes place, a friendly chat takes place,
Numbers begin to swirl around. The intellectual chat, attraction of like minds,
Or even the rebellious differences stand in a corner against numbers.
Time flies and so does one progress with various experiences. 
Does it matter if you are too old or young to be with someone?

Who gets to judge about numbers?
Nothing occurs very young but takes place during adulthood with mature thinking. 
How should one deal when age becomes a problem to a new relationship?
More or less, does anyone have the right to judge if one is not married at a certain age.
With observation, reading various articles, numbers have created a nuisance in the mind of shallow thinkers in many societies.

When all the feelings are right, then why do numbers go wrong?
Doesn’t sensibility, love, responsibility or even security count or is it overshadowed with age.
Still one may try to let go and filter some thoughts, but how does one filter attraction and passion.
Years have passed by and still the jackpot of excuses concerning numbers have polluted various communities. A spark of hope is still there when faith and true love will attain blessings from the higher self and well-wishers always.


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Who is this Princes

The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking

Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died

As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard 
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know 
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence

Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt

My Story Telling  Together In A Strange World


Details | Quatrain | |

THE CROSSING

THE CROSSING* 

1.
On the bank of oblivion’s river 
A soul hastily arrives   
Wishing to cross on the other side
Where eternity resides 

2. 
Has been preparing for the crossing  
Since the first day of her birth
But now that the moment is so near
She is afraid of her death

3.
More few moments she is begging     
For much better to prepare 
Before the Charon with his boat 
Her, to perpetuity transfer   

4.
Death however is adamant
Since to delay he can not
So he is reminding the soul
That it is her mortal lot  

5.
With dread she is now boarding
For the trip of no return
But surprised she is to find
That this is of no concern

6.
As the crossing is completed
And the soul disembarks 
On the land of sanctified 
This is now what remarks

7.
All worries and all burdens 
That she carried all along
When imprisoned in the body
In that place don’t belong

8.
For first time she is sensing 
Real freedom in her being 
Such amount of love and beauty  
This world has never seen

9.
At an instance she turns holy 
And with angels she soars
To the heavens of the blessed
Where her creator adores!



© Demetrios Trifiatis 
  16 OCTOBER 2013


* In my previous poem I dealt with " MAN'S LIFE", "THE CROSSING" deals with what 
comes after that! If one has the time it would be a good idea to read both for a 
better understanding of the circle of life and death as it is presented here! Thank 
you!


Details | Free verse | |

new aquatic species

       Science in all fascination has discovered a species aquatic 

  Theorizing this new yet old species remained hidden as Merman  

  only to live in secret at the oceans floor the mermaid a tribe indigenous 

  once said to be myth yet all proof and technology film does not lie 

  Tsunamis has given the ocean a true glance of the man with webbed hands

  The species communes with dolphins will be under a microscope to analyze  ?


    " The World is not ready to see what I have "  Jacques Cousteau ~


         to be entered in The Science contest ~


Details | Tanka | |

Indisposed

-Folly in Grin-

Sleeping troubadour
Ask his ink why he slumber
Or his papyrus
Words they themselves would forget
Since their lord is indisposed


Details | Free verse | |

Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


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 | Free verse | |

The River home

It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares .  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend .

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "


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 | Couplet | |

Mythology of Fire

In the beginning thus Prometheus who loved mankind
Stealing fire from the Gods of Mt Olympus 
Then to Earth he did resign
Man marveled at fire’s glowing light
Finding comfort from its warmth at night
Rocks which surrounded the campfire pit
Melted their metals into the ashy spit
Man’s observant brilliant idea dawned
A forge a hammer a chisel and a spear
Once ferocious King of the beast who roared death
 Learned to tremble with fear
Bellows of goat skins did man blow across the red hot coals 
The white hot warmth thus saturated the metal into hammer and fold 
Pound the copper beat the tin-
So man did master the fire therein
Shields and weapons- tools and blades 
Due the love of Prometheus made friend
We the man did gratefully accept
To Prometheus we are in his debt
And for his trouble did Zeus make plain
To steal from a God is unforgivable and disdain


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Promise

When meanings have been broken,
When your cross has been uncrossed,
When the reasons that you gave me,
In the labyrinth have been lost.
When your house has been emptied,
When your bedroom is swept clean,
I will come and wake you,
From your long and endless dream.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Ballade | |

When this shell is gone

When this shell is gone

Here in this little ditty
I’ll tell you how I feel
I like to put my feelings out
And guess I always will
There’s one thing that does worry me
What I really want to know
Is ‘when I leave this blessed shell’
Will my words then lose their glow?

Don’t need the whole wide world to see
Don’t want that kind of fame
I’d just like some little group
Where people feel the same
As me, to learn to love my words
And gain from them some joy
I’d like to think that when I die
My art, they’ll not destroy.

I really don’t know why this is
It’s just the way I feel
I won’t know much about it
This fact, I guess is real
But still I’d like the knowledge
That my stuff it will live on
Even when, this shell I ride
Has been a long time gone.

9 August 2013 @ 1737hrs.


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 | |

Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

CROSSING THE FORBIDDEN POINT

Diving into a dogmatic mystery
to taste the feeling of immortality,
I penetrated the Earth's immense orbit
asserting death as an absurd myth.   


Luminous images chased away thick shadows:
a spectacle appeared opening up new worlds
for the astonished eyes to find evidence
that others only see through microscope's lenses.


In less than a minute, I crossed the forbidden point...
following the trail of imagination whenever it went.


Details | Ballade | |

The soul of the Crab

The soul of the crab

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

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

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

9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.


Details | Concrete | |

Collective Recognition

Modern day Empire
The same as old,
Man doesn't really have time
Just Inventions and different clothes. 
Still craving our nature the two split purpose,
Consumption and reproduction
All else is conjuring vanity, 
An evolving Microchip of lost perception, a tinted clarity.
Yet we entrapped ourselves into a diamond cast,
Being compounded by every grasp that meets ear, eye and touch. 
Never forget the truth bearing lust, 
that feeling of inner-ness that splinter-hair precision awareness 
And ask the question you've subconsciously locked away
Why are you being and what are the aims? 
And then at that moment your shell will fall apart 
so remind yourself of the real truth the binds mind and heart, 
and roam among your ancestors in the lyceum of endless fascination 
in one's mighty reflection and complacence.


Details | Quatrain | |

The kings of the night

The seemingly tranquil sky
blooming with stars soon
pierced by a distant cry
that seems to swoon.

Beneath dense trees standing tall
to touch dark canvas painted
after dusk, prowls the epiphany of all
mother nature’s tainted.

The wise are often alone
and the dangerous hated, 
but they express in moan
their solitude, once more grated.

Gradually their voices unite
in a song across the valley, 
seeming to smite
all of innocence’s nest.

The moon in her splendour moves
to comfort the carnivores that commence, 
and yet her beam soothes
not the beasts’ sense.

Torn between wrong and right
the moon spreads her swanlike wings amidst
the howls of her lovers, the kings of the night…
among the wolves in the mist. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me

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


Details | Free verse | |

Gratefulness

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


Details | I do not know? | |

You, Me, Us, Everyone

Flowers
Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
Being
Thriving
Touched by those who love
Protected by those who wish to love
Wishing to be more than they are
Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world
Hoping they are strong enough 
Wishing to be the best
You, Me, Us, Everyone


Details | Lyric | |

The confusing world of Poetry

The confusing world of poetry

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

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

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

25 July 2013 @ 0925hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

An Era gone

An Era Gone.

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

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

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

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

2000 Socrares.


Details | Alliteration | |

Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...


Details | Lyric | |

I have loved it all

I have loved it all

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

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

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

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


Details | Personification | |

Why Should I

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

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


®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich


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The sunyassin

As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter



The Sannyasin.

Alexander said to Dandamis
"Old man you come with me
For I need me a sannyasin
To take across the seas.
Hey you be just a beggar man
I'll make you rich indeed
You'll live a life of luxury
With everything you need.

Dandamis standing naked there
With silence in his essence
He had no fear at all did he
In the mighty leaders presence.
He said "I'll give you nothing friend
And there's nothing that I need
So Alexandra drew his sword
Tried to make the beggar plead.

Dandamis laughed and said these words
With power in his voice
"You can put that sword right through my heart
My friend, that be your choice.
But I left this body long ago
I have no use for it
So pierce this heart my fine young friend
It won't harm me a bit.

Alexander he was beaten
By a fearless beggar man
Though he had won most of the world
Dandamis foiled his plans.
The beggar said "You say you're great
But that's not true at all
For any man that thinks he's great
He be merely a fool


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Anatomy of Life

The philosopher has blades;
He wants to dissect
the body of life.


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Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



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Doors Will Open

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Doors will open
Everyone – come on in! 


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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.


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Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


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When He Breaks You

When He breaks you

It is to re-make you.

 

If given the choice

To give destiny your voice

You would undoubtedly have picked this state

Such is the irony of fate

 

He breaks you now

So you later see the how -

How the pieces of your journey come to be

A slow but eventual solving of this mystery

 

He makes you work work work – then fail

So that you realize your means are of no avail

Without His will -

But feel His mercy fill -

Even through the aches still

 

He punctures your bubble of hope

To teach you the meaning of struggling to cope

To avoid you saying ‘this was all from me’

Which you might say if it always did come so easy

 

He lets you fall

So that when you stand

It’s straight and tall

Your past sorrows

Not letting you drown

Without your ego

Weighing you down

 

Even while the road appears smooth

He lets you trip and trip again

So that you might stumble upon hidden treasures

From the dirt, which you may otherwise not gain

 

In essence,

He knows Best

The perfect Teacher

Who puts the perfect test

-

Truly,

He breaks you

To re-make you…

Better.


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the driving ones

we went outside.
the walls,
they finally weren't safe anymore.

it all happend just for us spending time together.

the walking were full of fear
and we full of plans.
we couldn't wait for this to happen

just for spending time together.

looking for a car on the streets...
the people left them,
lost in the need to jumble or mild.

they happend just for us spending time together.

we drove to a store to pick up our toys,
while people were eaten up
by the hungry ones.

it all happned just for us spending time together.

orbiting through dust and waste,
seemed like everything was downfalling,
but the sounds and the pressure.


it wasn't the end of the world.
it was the beginning of a new one,
and it was there just for us being together
in the same corner of the night.


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Too many lost orange sunsets

Too many lost orange sunsets by Shane Cogan

Oh why do I care 
Oh why do I still cry
So many years I have lost crying over you
So many lost words 
So many lost crimes
Now a million times
I keep thinking back to that last kiss
Oh so long
too many tears
Why did you leave?
Why did I never see it coming?

Time after time, yet another one
Cloud after cloud, I wept over you
Tear after tear 
you crept back into my mind
This has to stop, she said
Why, oh why, can't I just not let go?
Why, oh why must I not let it go?

It just keeps coming back
Again and again, brighter each time
More orange, always on track
I cant take it any longer
I don’t want to see its image
Too many years 
I have lost time over you
Too many people
Too many fallen stars
Too many false hopes
Too many lost tears
Too many broken dreams
Too many lost friends
Why, oh why, can't I just not let go?
Why, oh why must I not let it go?

Here it comes again, the long lost orange sunset over the horizon
I don’t want to see it 
I don’t want it in my head
I just want to be that crazy-filled-happy-dizzy-weird person again
Oh, just for one day
Oh, just for one day not to see that image
Leave my head 
let me live in peace
Instead I return to bed
I wish I could press release
Instead here you come again
A flash reminder, please go away
Feels like a grinder, please go away
Lost so many close ones
Came so close to new ones
Back you came, the hurt
Back you came, the regrets
This has to stop
This has to end
This cannot go on
For ten years, year after year
every new year, my lost years
Why, oh why, can't I just not let go?
Why, oh why must I not let it go?

Finally a new crazed one 
maybe a chance
family pressure 
friends measure
I need to surrender 
I need to ease this pain
I need to pretend 
instead I transcend
Instead there it is again, oh no, oh no
I continue to see the long lost orange sunset disappear for too many years
Time after time, yet another one
Cloud after cloud, I wept over you
Tear after tear 
you crept back into my mind
This has to stop, she said

How much more can I take?
Even a drug does not last this long
Some find the cure, others a substitute
A decade long chain
A decade long stain
A falling grey rain
A new name
A lost game
A book of strain
A flawed brain
I need to regain
I need to refrain
And then it comes, my journey floats me away 
upwards, upwards, upwards... 
towards, towards, towards... 
upwards... 
and it all starts
again and again. 





 
 
 







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Introduction

hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.

angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.


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CHOPPED

Out the window I watch the world pass by.
These bifocal glasses, useless for my vision is a blur through my tears.
Where has the time gone, why have I forgotten not only seconds but years.
My fingers trace my picture, there I was a star upon a playbill dated Sep. 8, 2001.
But why the blood upon the corner, a fingerprint not matching mine.
I trace the page as if it held clues to my forgotten memory,
Like a broken pencil, my images are no longer sharp.

Out the window I stare at the darkness, when has the light stopped shining?
Three missed calls flash on the screen of my cell phone,
A fingerprint epiphany rains in my brain, the memories flood upon forgotten space.
I know where the child lays with a limp body and blood blistered skin.
I have seen the hands that hurt the child, he must pay for his crimes.
My fingers begin to stroke the keypad, every touch getting me closer to confession.

Out the window I watch the school bus fill with children.
The lifeless cell phone screen holds no clue as to what time it is,
Where have the hours gone? 
Like smoke in the wind, I cannot grasp what is before my eyes.
On the floor by my feet a paper catches my attention.
Now why didn't I throw that away with the rest of the junk mail,
into the trash the memories are thrown away.



For Contest: Chopped
Date: 10-18-2014


Details | Lyric | |

Blackbird

life flies, so quickly away
As I sit and watch from an old window
Where I love to play

So fast, in your dreams you go
In the evening hours, by the old window
What do you want to know?

A child’s cry, breaks the silent hours
The beginning of new life, at a new window
Where a new soul grows

Bright lights flash into your quiet dream
From distant stars, through the old window
Where their reflection screams

I sit by my own old heart
And dream it flies, out the old window
Landing safely into its own shadow

love flies so fast away
on this frozen day, by the old window
love warms my heart today

A blackbird cries, as it tries to fly
where I see her try, by the old window
And I feel her cry

Weather beating wings falling open wide
A shivering heart eyes like an old window
In the frozen snow

I know she will have her day
As I watch her fly away thru the old window
Where we love to play


written 04/02/2012  by: cynthiaFerguson


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AlphaBet Constructs 3 2 1

Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1

Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires

Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties

Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts

Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers

Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs

Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies

Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules

Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams

Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages

Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions 

Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients

Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions

Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets

Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets

Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias

Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions

White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds

XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms

Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds

Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones 


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HELP HER UP

written 2nd Aug 2013



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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The day I met my man

The day I met my man

I met my man in sixty two
When life was mellow, peaceful too
It was outside a movie place
He had a shy look on his face

At nineteen all my dreams came true
He was quite tall, and handsome too
Never thought I’d meet a man like he
He beguiled me with his mystery.

Later he walked me to my door
Didn’t think I’d see him any more
As we both kissed and said farewell
Our future I could not foretell.

The next day he was at my door
From then I saw him more, and more
Some lovely times we had together
We’d never had such fun, not ever

Now here we are fifty two years on
The same sweet love, nothing has gone
This love will last until forever
Until our deaths, we’ll be together.

25 May 2014.


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Tribute to two wonderful people

My tribute to two wonderful guys

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

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

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

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

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



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


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Life and it's Constant State

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

March 2013


Details | Epithalamium | |

The Soul Shatters

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

Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013


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Gift Of Mortality

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


Details | Haiku | |

Dirty Haiku

     Dirty Haiku

Meadow waves golden

Granular dust mist rises

Sandals come off dry


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Borrow Time

A question, a sentence all made since, My apologies indeed,1 to the 2,3…. Can you make time a map, A man a watch, watching it as a clock slide by, Dear fox. Go seek out a dinner for me perhaps a dinner for three, Cause what I could see was a family for me. Is there no good or bad or have you seen no evil to know what it is sad, Settling for less if not the reason why this pen flows, At five o’clock in the morning just after I take a ride down to the coast, I began to catch a feast is it time for lunch with a breeze? , Please just read. But I took the road not taken, And like Robert Frost it was a demon I seen; in me. A lyrical poem with many different poets all in one, a rust diamond if this still is not gem, site the beach, for more discrete. I remember a famous rapper say don’t read too deep into my rhyms, I said to myself I know the feeling too well to be speechless to dine in and be sleepless, This is not the white house but the light is on in this house, all the time. This is the saddest thing to try to reason as I am floating in and out of consciousness , In a lumpy bed watching the clock, skip a beat at five o’clock in the morning, What a treat, And surgery of all things staying awake listening to everescence, Thinking to myself how this would sound better if it was duet with some R&B. I went across the street seen the Raven but still believe in heaven, And as I was waiting patiently a Rose grow from concrete, How long would it grow until the end of the road I think still, and blink. If you knew would you still search if you knew? Could you paint a picture of the life after death only if you knew. Can you get the greeting, and I mean all is well tell this to the Senate, This meaning is too far-fetched to reason. Like my favorite Poet John Milton my favorite poet without any QUSTION, That a book tells two side to a tale, why not witness? By just listening, Question! ! ! The life of a SENTENCE! ! ! It still makes sense somehow more or less than other. I blinked again knowing the content of his meaning, And arose from sleep just as a whisper in the night, And repeated repented as needed the questions, Indeed to answer all too well, Being five o’clock in the morning it was a question, A sentence it all makes sense, One to the two, three…… I sleep with a pen but I sleep with sword! ! ! ! ...


Details | Free verse | |

The Healer Part III (from my life story)

At the age of twenty two I gave birth to my first child to survive. A beautiful 
and flawless daughter with dark brown eyes and hair like mine.  When she turned five years 
of age warts began to grow on her hands. My daughter cried with eyes looking to me for the 
answer. The same eyes that looked up at The Healer Ms Agnes who cast away my warts so 
long ago.  

As with me, Traditional Medicine did not work and Ms Agnes and my Grandmother were long 
dead. Grandmother taught me how to use the herbs to heal when I was so young. 
Remembering getting rid of warts was a BIG job made me take pause.  If Grandma 
couldn't get the job done who was I to think that I somehow could. I stubbornly tried all 
Grandma had taught me, but only in vain. How my heart ached for the knowledge and power 
of The Healer Ms Agnes.

Such fretful sleeps did come as I felt hopeless for the answer to my daughters plight. And 
then it happened one calm and starry night. A deep sleep finally came so strong over me. 
While sleeping, right before me came a vision of The Healer Ms Agnes.  The very next 
morning I awoke with an idea of something new to try. 

With a calm and soothing voice I sat my daughter down. I took her precious little hands in 
mine. Gently I touched and counted all the scaly knobs I could find. All the memories came 
flowing back and the story I began to recant.  I closed my eyes and for the first time spoke 
about how my warts were taken away  I felt a little detached as I recalled each 
detail I could to conjure up the Spirit of The Healer Ms Agnes.

When I opened mine and met my daughters awestruck eyes her hands were still in mine.  
As I gave them a gentle squeeze I said " Maybe. Just maybe there's enough of the Spirit of 
The Healer Ms Agnes left in there for you too.  A question came to the edge of my mind. 
What if The Healer Spirit spell is reversed? It could be my curse for meddling with The Spirits 
That Be. The answer came as quick as a spark.  I would gladly wear mine again if it meant 
my daughter' would not.

On the fourth morning after that day my daughter awoke me with such a scream. I rushed 
to her bedside to see what was the matter. Lo and behold there among the bedsheets were 
the remains of her warts. Dumbfounded and bewildered I was left with no comprehension 
and speechless while I embraced my daughter with congratulations. As I took my leave out 
of her sight I slowly stretched out my hands to see if my warts had returned. I mused aloud 
when I saw they had not.

Continued in Part IV....


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In a hotel room

Eons ago, in a hotel room, I came face to face with doom! Danger did loom There in that dark room! A ghoul seated on a broom Appeared in the bedroom And sprinkled some gloom On my soul, so in need of a bloom! Ready to be my bridegroom Our union to be proclaimed in the ballroom He called out to the groom To have a festive lunchroom! When I found strength to be a boom I called out with my heart's zoom And my Lord removed my gloom By dissipating my cursed brume! Eons ago, in a hotel room I begot a boon, and a re-gloom And my soul began to re-groom For at last, I had found my real room!


Details | Ballad | |

Holy order of the Devil

Holy order of the Devil

It was a long, long journey
To find that quadrivial
We had to trek across the mountains
Though it was beautiful
The danger it was ever near
Those priests with all their din
Had made this place an evil lair
A reservoir of sin

We came to where the meeting was
All the priest were Gathered there
One read a pericope out loud
The atmosphere so rare
His ligures shone like a thousand stars
From the breastplates that he wore
The words he spoke with intensity
Touched each priest to the core.

Oh it was unbelievable
That high priest had such power
That night it felt so mystical
Yet nothing it did flower
Because the Devil pulled the strings
And the high priest was his tool
And everywhere the Devil went
His world was always cruel.

15 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.








Details | Rhyme | |

I, Alone

I, alone,
Have felt this pain 
That you have been hiding from me...
Stinging me with abhorrence...like acid rain
That pours fourth envy and strife in the wilderness
I, alone,
Have been inflicting pain upon myself - I just had to address

I, alone,
Have bottled-up my emotions forever it seems
Bringing me down...dragging me down
In a dark, murky trench...the sun beams

WHY do the sun not shine on me? 
I, alone,
Can't bear my affliction 
...all alone...
This solitude will 
always hover around me...
The reason is still unknown
My mind is blown...
I'm surprised how much I've grown

I, daily,
Wish and pray for a brilliant future
For you...Remember, friend of mine - 
To shine with confidence like the sun
REMEMBER, friend of mine:
You are never alone no matter what

I, alone, 
Have experienced and felt your suffering...

You and I
Have to work together
And help each other along the way - 

Are you willing to accept my offering? 


Details | Free verse | |

OF a Tree, Thee, and an Angel's Fee

Force feed me the taste of your skin

‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart

even you will have to try hard……to save me now

I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions 
as they devoured the subtle softness of me 
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace 

But too…you move to me 
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down  to a short golf course length 
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago

The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate 
Love
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
 
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair 
………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love

We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces 
and on each other on Facebook 

Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread


Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened 
to our lips 
 which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again

taste 
smell 
the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self

Is it me you feared 
as you said Good bye?

How little you know me 

like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time 
from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel 
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself

so my love knows no limit 
my soul no separation
and my being no longing


Details | Quatrain | |

The Shovel


Golgotha seemed no risk to view, As the Place of the Skull beckoned anew. My heart hammered for I saw no escape From the man with a shovel and tattered cape. His shovel waved, as if to attack, And he gave the ground a wicked whack. He shoveled some dirt and filled a hole, Then I recalled the story told. After the Crucifixion, like one possessed, To fill every hole was this man’s quest. He said, “I caused His death, to my shame. The hole for the cross was my blame!” I replied, “Sir, he died for you and me, To fill holes in our lives, don’t you see?” As he stood weeping, his mind in shock, I said, “Sir, we need to talk.”


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Deep Purple Dreams Of Calico- And You

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



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

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

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

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

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

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


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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 


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IMAGE FROM THE DARK

THE IMAGE FROM THE DARK
	
It crawls gradually in haste with all it has
No fame and yet able to alter the way we live
Once it comes, it demeans, embarrasses and mutilate
And we do cry all day, all time, cursing
Oh fate what have you done

Poverty! That is fate, you!
A thwart
Life in pieces of rugs and hunger
Surviving like fallen Lucifer from Heaven
Always not successful

… I ask
He wants to know
They contemplates
Is poverty a sign of fate?
So,

Let be on the run 
Help me to fight poverty, the image from the dark
Bringing down the curtains of “wishes”
So we cross the desert of life together
Running to God a freed men from the dark, not poverty.


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Plucked Raven Feather

Sprays of thought swing us back to the art you have carved
Rejuvenating sentiments, reveling correction into acceptance
Straight to the supernova galaxy’s romance
A place where we can shape with our very fingers
The atlas of passionate, curious fraught 
That is loosened by the very sand heaved by the waves
Dawned by the nights rejected, 
We implore upon the Venus blinding our envisioning
Never once tearing away the organs with fabricated poisons

He is a calm wave all but surfaced to destroy
Pulled among tides of extravagant luster mustered into lust
With persistence of a tempest pulling dissensions of waste
And sharp as the tip of the plucked raven feather
My eyes open to his illumination
To show just how dull my own lighting has been all the while!
I want to read him like a book
But as he paragraphs line after line
Wordless after word,
I am reduced to the tired tears of unexplained mawkishness

I think I am falling for this deity,
Yet worlds of expectancy veer me away from the courses of delight
Somehow the waves of his calm spoke to me
And under the tier of the calm,
Is a flail of tension accustomed to an almost doubtful reconciliation 
I finally understand
There is a viral hope that is both maddening and sweet
Like the sufferers rot for sufferers to come
A seed is planted and laid to rest for other generations
Under the layers never peeled
Under the very sands of his life
He indicates nothing but the illusion of hint
And pours forth a wisdom I have known all but none 

All time would have to persevere 
Because this fight for Venus’s light cannot be clearer
When all the doubt is dispatched from its shadowy domain
Into pure exposure; it reveals all but nothing!
Fear does not exist in his rays!
He is a sea of comfort sailing with the very putative storm I ache for!
Never asking for the shipwreck of my desire to be salvaged
Taking nothing from me, but giving all

And the beaked heaven flies on, letting me have his feather
The pulse of his wings electrifying my fingertips
I held on that split moment with excitement
Feeling his texture overhead
Like a flower pulled from the ground
Like the tip of Venus has dulled for the sake of my light...


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What Am I

My thought-to-be existence
has caused lots of explorations
around the world; from Americas
to Africa; from Africa to Asia........trekking,
sailing, and flying to where "celestial" maps
and oral traditional stories take them to.

Today, people are still searching for me
in science and magic, sometimes the seekers
becoming insane.

It is believed that whoever takes a sip of me,
becomes immortal like gods!

What Am I?


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THE GENIUS POEM FOR YOU EINSTEIN WHAT DO YOU THINK EINSTEIN

Their is a God.In flesh we will not see his face.However we will see pieces of him in mother natures face. Natures aqua I indulge in, purity of his being and grace .I take a gander at shallow but deep water, and I nearly catch a glimpse of his face. A image we can not trace, looking into water searching for oddities timidly twinkling behind image of self, in mirror of water. Obfuscated by rays of sun complicating images reflected into water and image of  water reflected in soul.None can be clearly perceived,that is mystery,that is the hidden God in all, you and me flower and tree, all covered by hazy mist to guard and separate ,what is and what is not to be know.For reasoning beyond comprehensions and perception.The hands of leaves graciously applaud and sings for a kingdom unknown or shown.A land that is inconceivable beyond feeble flesh and bone perhaps a place where every humans faith may or may not be etched in stone,but for certain we don't walk alone. The hands of leaves sings his song with grandiosity. Singing in code alongside hymns of enchanting species on earth. Songs we are told, but never told to be understood for our own good.If other wise we would all be doomed,for instance God blessed us with geniuses and we make weapons of mass destruction. Why should he unveil more mysteries and knowledge? To cause more malice and destruction? Animals and nature, chant songs of spiritual secrets, worldly an beyond secrets.This knowledge the forbidden fruit, only to suit the beings of another realm but still connecting us to it in ways the flesh can bear.If trees,birds and all of nature could talk human languages, mysteries would be no more. What happens when a bright light flashes in front your eyes? Don't you briefly lose sight? what happens when a loud horn blows in your ear doesn't it ring? The same concepts and effects applys with the high volumes and inconceivable power of our God and mysteries that follow. Imagine the the sounds, the sight and the feeling of the life beyond do you think the flesh can bear or withstand such insurmountable grandeur.The wind so much like God its never seen.The wind so much like God its effects are seen, but still remains invisible.The wind carry's breath death things of all volumes and that which feeble flesh cant perceive,I BELIEVE THE WIND IS GOD.....   WHAT DO YOU THINK EINSTEIN..... 


BY: Elliott Bowe


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Mystery Box

             Mystery Box

A gray morning made of concrete, bricks and clay
Where rain ceased, thin tributaries, stayed calm 
Final elements of wet, evaporated in the thin streams
Faded into small crevasses on the street 
Soundless on the emergent day

It was easy to see, above the road by the bridge
A faceless hard ground cracked by age
A green cube, sitting there, waiting 
At the functional spot, at the center of attention
With singular precise proportions sealed, a box in angular perfection

Buildings looked up with windows closed, in disdain, in disbelief
Refrained from making roof top speculations about the thing

Rivers too looked away from this location
Moved babbling rapidly on
Hid under bridges, under rocks, with every drop concealed
Then ran like fugitives over brooks, overlooked and flooded 
Avoided confrontation in the dark cornered waters
Hexahedrons could be contagious
So all things in nature moved away

Green box was out there all exposed in broad daylight 
Made of metal or something else or so it seemed
There were no openings for that matter
Just six sides residing
No proofs that it was solid like a block
No facts laid out that it was empty like lost souls 
Speculations indicated nothing but a box

Quiet fell around it like a hammer
Looking for a nail that was not there
Clearly, the cube that sat in plain view 
Had nothing better to do

To bring this matter to conclusion
It was avoided at all cost 
Box or not
This was its final stop

 






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THE MYSTERY BEYOND THIS LONELY SHORE

Many starry evenings I have sat on sand and started dreaming,
sighing and making wishes unable to unfold the mystery
beyond this bright and quite shore...I awaited another morning
which would dazzle on the rolling waves of the sapphire sea!


When I cross the channel under that bridge, I hope that my sails
will be pushed forward by a benevolent wind that won't cease;
sail away beautiful ship following the seagulls long trail:
let me inhale the salty breeze and be awaken by its chill!


What will I discover, if not the mystery beyond this lonely shore?
They  already have discovered everything the eyes can see;
perhaps there's a splendid Paradise they haven't imagined like me
who has looked everywhere...never thinking it was already there!








perhaps an earthly Paradise the one they have not,
but History won't remember me for my insignificant discovery!


Details | Clerihew | |

The Mayas veil

Apocalypse if prepared tomorrow,
The Mayas veil
Might reveal
Today we must revel and read my song of sorrow.


Details | Free verse | |

John Stonehouse MP

A man who left his country
A man who left his ties
A man who left his duty
A man free

O the advantage of perceived death,
Of being remembered for something you were not
A martyr, an untrue character, an untrue man. 

The man is found
The man is taken
The man is guilty
But of what?

Bereft of responsibility
A man is chained 
A man empty of soul
A man called Stonehouse.


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Ignorance meets Insanity

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Didactic | |

Dinosaurs Remains

          Dinosaurs Remains

Dinosaurs drink history through straws
Chiseled out rocks and stones through time
Ubiquitous to the past and future
In the good old days before the comets came
They played dinosaurs games of war
Dreamed of making hot dogs and burgers from human remains
And drinking goo through elongated tubes
In the far far future, on special dinosaur holidays  
Anthropologically speaking; we are just another meal
Archaeologists dig the truth, through flying dust with brushes
With fine and tiny tools they pick away the layers
Uncover bones born to die 
They etch them out as prizes
Rocks wait their turn to bury us, to be discovered later
Some explorer will unearth humans in the distant future
To find out who and what we were
Uncover what the bones might tell them
Shape our remains into dice
Toss them on the ground with magic 
Divine that human, an ancient alien species, once lived in cities 
And drank through straws  
That’s about all


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Event On The Bog

     Event On The Bog 

A dazzling bright light
In a blinding flash
Thunders through the night sky
Broke it open
On an otherwise silent Scottish marsh
Remote and dense are the waters there
But a moment… an event
Revealed a vast blue dome
Shocked to life in the yellow red blast
Then back to black again
No one the wiser
Only a faint hot hissing
Something heavy 
Sounding in the mist going down
Hidden by the bog
 


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Dislikes

Dislikes

Blow  dislikes in the aired balloon
Soar high and high in firm alone
Space even will not greet you fool
Why are you behind in the childhood of noon?
Where were you born no one known?
All die in time faith is fun
Dawn awakes to see you’re gone
Evening awaits you to see in tomb.
Crawling hopes have been shone
Don’t find place even in moor to bloom
Shrink yourself in the hell soon
World has united to ditch you gloom.
Villain you are align your self
Mind your business in the black hole pace
Light years cannot glow you the way
Here will be happy when you are away.
No one escape are tuned to you 
Land is barren wind is foiled
Water cannot irrigate, your brain is dead
Depth is low wherever you go.
Sometimes you cry in the moor, we hear
Your ghost is there to scare for dear
Hearts are barren to cultivate you here
Vanish from earth throttling the air.
Have arisen mind to shred your bile
This is the message to elope your vile
You are barred to appear in aeroplane air
Parliamentary house is now most dear.
Hotel and rail way are far from your access
In towns and cities you can’t famish
Come appear let us know your gist and dearth
Humanities have heart to understand your fear.
Civilisation wants to fructify all
We secure the earth for the laughter sure
Baptize yourself to save from fall
Why are you short with bomb and gall? 

( Completely fiction not solid to hurt anyone. ) 


Details | Verse | |

Deep in the Woods

Deep in the woods,

the branches dance in the wind,

wild and free,


Spreading their fragrance for

you and me.


Wild flowers sway,

as the wind try's picking them up,


Their roots planted firmly,

as they flow from side to side,


showing us all their glory,

and our makers touch inside,


shadows follow as they calmly go slow,

Deep in the woods,

time is well known,

as night takes hold,

until the morning,

when light takes control.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


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Fire - Of Ancient Origins

     Fire – Of Ancient Origins

Anthropological dawning’s
Cave walls with lit magic drawings 
Of firestorms                                         

Sacred mystical deity
Cavemen prayed with fidelity
For firelights

Their children delighted and grew
History ignited the fuse
On fireworks


Created by: Earl Schumacker on 11/19/14  for - Fire, Earth, Wind, - Poetry Contest
(Theme is – Fire)


Details | I do not know? | |

Charon's obol

In the shadow, behind the tree, 
on the meadow, bend your knee,
down the valley, up the stream, flat bedrock,
hear me scream, bellow the heavens, toward hell,
dark tunnel, wishing well; fellow traveler listen well,
no chance given, could you tell, 
on a knife-edge, head or tail?


Details | Free verse | |

MEOWL

We are sick to think we have done something big.
We are in a daze and nothing more.
The cats that came were deformed.

They legs were made to dance.
They pantomime.
The rigmarole was a silent scream.
                   
                   [Meowl]

They were as colorful as butterflies.
They walked around with scary eyes.
The fat men that brought them were sloppy pigs.
They were sick to think they had done something big.

Immense the ravage these pigs were.
They were friends to the deformed felines.
They stomachs were made to prey human.
The raze caused confusion.

They were to form the great divided.
They walked around with scary eyes.
They would feast on the rodents that thrive in the ground.
They were to be taught this or they would be wiped out.

On a deadly morn, the cats woke.
By noon, the pigs honked.
The people of the City did their work.
This would be the day guns smoked.

The Cats lives were lived in dilapidation.
The Pigs lives were in slop.
The Wild Boars would try to convert.
The pigs were pigs ate by the humans.

The battle started.
The humans killed more.
The wild boars receded.
The deformed felines were destroyed.

                   MEOWL!
_________|
~Inspired by the expressive art of poetry via storytelling, fantasy, fairy tales, tall tales, etc.~


Details | Light Poetry | |

In the Woods

In the woods the shadows fade

as the sun falls away

the darkness hides the trees inside

the woods come alive.


Hear the sounds the owls make

as they hunt for their sake.



Scattering feet running to hide

little mice trying to fly

the owls are hungry,its their time

to eat and scare the shadows inside.


Now the sun is opening up

the darkness fades and the light shines

the owls sleep and all is safe

for the mice are scampering all around

pleased to know they are safe and sound.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


Details | Quatern | |

Life on Earth matters not

When my life was spent
I lay on my death bed,
All bent and in torment
Wondering about where shall I be led?

I was scared,
The truth was now ready to be bared
Is there life after death,
Is hell there where I shall now give my worth?

It came, like a flash of lightning
I never felt any painful burning
I just closed my eyes
And opened them to new skies

He was there, a fair knight
He looked at me with expectation
My own spirit was shining so bright
I feel my heart melting, faced with this divine revelation

It was a world so still
Yet, I could not refrain myself from feeling a thrill
I was with God
I was, at last, with the leader of the herd!

A world it is, ruled by eternity,
It is there, a sanctity
Peace prevails
The Lord, for such, entails!

It matters not, he said
If you believe your life was not lived
Life on Earth is a temporary phase
Meant to shower you with false praise

Those who get attached to its false vision
Keep returning to its endless illusion
Be calm, be happy, here, you shall be free
Free to be as you do deem yourself to be!


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Ghost Ship

Mighty Mariner, The Dutchman flying
high. You have never made it to port 
in the decades that has passed you by.

You are the world's famous, non human
ghost and doomed to sail the ocean forever,
coast to coast.

Often appearing in a hazy, strange light
and when seen, bad luck is what they say
you signify.

Those who are listening can hear you call from 
your watery bed, sending out messages to your
loved ones who has, unknown to you,
been long dead.


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Major Motion Pornography

A subtle carol echoes of the evening
Upon bended knee I am arrested
Betwixt strange refrains
Shaking the floorboards of Teicu

The evocative moans amplify
The foolish peacemaker of astrologists
The English dream of poetry

Those I coaxed by death
Were the witnesses of the tragedy
And were familiar with its ballad

Crafted the design ‘tis conceptual pornography
Eradicated their honor for vanilla threads
As they shimmy and shimmy

They defile elongated hankering
And retreated in the greenhouse of Woodstock
Its language made iconic by efficacious character

Having often been labeled an experiment
Broadening its brilliance along death’s boulevard
‘tis she who was the stunning one

Her language made sacred by her iconic fame
A long time controversial reference
An automaton, an origin of extraterrestrial etiology

The evocative moans ensnares the tourist


Details | I do not know? | |

Love beholds Truth-as-Truth beholds Love

Truth Between two
Beholds two Hearts 
Binds True Love 

As many been in-Love
for tis Hearts entwine
Sweeetness together
Suppose to be For all times

Only Truth beholds Love 
Love for Hearts of Two
As Love grows --Glows
Stronger-- between Two
Staying together Forever

For God made Man and Woman
Together to be in Truth
Truth beholds Love
Love beholds Truth
Together combined 
Forever Shall be
Love Last a Life time..
And through out Eternity

Beholding Love for Only each other
Honest and True..
As a Man be to his Woman
As a Woman be to her Man
Only unto each other 
Both Hearts in-Love be True… 
As God planned

As a Man beholds True Love in his heart
he would come for his woman
As he bows on one knee.. 
He tis beholding a Red Rose
Asking with Sweetness of Love
for her hand… in marriage 
and as tis be.. 
Woman beholding her man..
same in-Love in Truth 
Tis she accepts…yes..  

Moment of Marriage takes hand
Words both express
In-Love of Truth
Truth in Love
Pure Happiness 
                 “I do”

Marriage can be quick for some
Only If They Speak Truth 
Truth beholds Love as Love beholds Truth 

Intertwines 
binds their Hearts together
Binds their Souls.. forever
Behold Love in Truth
Truth in Love
Between two hearts 
Foretold tis be..
Blessings of True Love
Given from God above

All in God's Will
All in God’s Timing
Behold True Love


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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.


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Light The Fire

A humble flow,
Trembles down the window pane,
As the creatures make noise,
The air talks,

Calming of the night,
Brings a figure,
Dark but deep sight,
Eyes staring in fright,

From another world,
I don't know,
But mysteriously seen,
Not heard,
Nothing to show.

Just an indecisive man,
A spirit perhaps,
Walking into a land,
Without an understanding,
Maybe running laps,

Pondering such vague outlooks,
On the outlining formation,
The one we see in the mirror,
Or at a visitation,

Reflecting upon oneself,
From that one very image seen,
Tip toeing back to bed,
Visited by the walking dead.


Details | Free verse | |

Detective

       Detective

The ground is full of evidence
Fast facts and tracks of animals
Every step could be the last
Or mysteries up a tree
Blood hound hunts day and night
Detective is ready to break another case
Wide open
Of his finest wine
What a find!
There it was in front of him
All the time

   


Details | Free verse | |

The Old Man From Far Away

this old man is always there
after your soul
no one cares
he's a greedy old man

he wants what you got
all to himself
he'll put you away
like a toy on a shelf

don't give in to his dark evil stare
you may not like it
but he is always there

there shining eyes
filled with greed
run while you can
he hardly let you breathe

run little boys
run little girls
don't fall
or nothing will be yours

he hunts all night
even through the day
 here he comes
the old man from far away


Details | Senryu | |

Pulled the Trigger

Bullet wounds
The criminal shoots down his
First targets

How dare you
Shoot them uncontrollably
CHAOS grows .  .  .

Don’t shoot it!
The victims are running mad
And you pulled

The trigger
I’m terrified of your strength
DROP IT, man ! ! !


Details | Rhyme | |

EXCUSE ME- NO INHALING

Whew! Here Goes One,
Parked At My Rectum,
Its Warm, Its Deadly,
I Can Feel My Face Sweat- Silently,
Oh What A Task,
No Excuses, As I Must-
Sensitively Reckoning The Force It Amass 
With This Feeling Of Crystal Glass,
‘Its A Shame
Having No Younger Soul To Blame,
Oh Self Negligence,  
Such Is A Public Offense,
I Wish Nostrils Had Alarm Drills,
To Warn Them Of This Air Borne Thrills,
Defenseless As I Sit Here Transparent,
I Wonder, Why Am I So Apparent?
Though, They Heard The Wind Whistle,
Twas Ominous, Sounds Of My Concealed Pestle, 
Beating Polluted Air In My Pants,
Echoes And Bubbly Chants,
There Goes One Invisible,
Should I Go, Or Should I Try The Impossible,
Deny My Crime Inevitably,
Maybe, No One Knows- So Why Speak Unnecessarily?





Details | Narrative | |

Red Eyes and Sinister Looks

Chains, hay forks, knives, and a hollow whisper,
become more true and sinister.
Halt in the middle of the moon light, 
and a waver image soon is no delight.
Voices run a muck in the head, 
so not calming you wish you were dead.
Gushing blood through the eye
not an image that you would rely.
Nails stuck on your neck with such pain
so your paralyze just little life sustain.
Hoodlums terrorizing people running a muck
did not really know they are in luck.
More dangerous beings are out their
to commit such act and with sinister stare.
Laughing with haunting echo's through
is an aspect of fear can imbue.
The wind changes direction to smother
the echoing sound of laughter.
The panicking state that you are in
soon drives a knife within.
Blood rushing out of your vain
a crucial part of your life dropping like rain.
Running without a destination
you will never reach anyone of your relation.
Sliding your body on a wall
keeping your fall in a stall.
Red eyes you can see it at night
is soon devouring you with little bite.
Changing your belief with tonics of relief
and it is to late to turn a new leaf.
Ears start to deceive the animals sound
eating limbs are chewing around.
Slowly your red eyes steadily getting heavy
is starting to take your life with a levy.
Dropping down with no attitude
and your life force slowly loses altitude.
Breathing comes not so easy
smelling flesh seems so beastly.
The change comes a desire
with frightening red eyes of fire.
Comes more lethal than the hoodlums 
your heart beating like drums.
Your hand becomes all fury
claws come out and your howl with furry.
Trance your in with no one to blame
a rage thats hundreds of centuries of flame.
Rising from a slumber of long lust
a animal instinct that you can trust.
Tearing things apart with no meaning
is a trait that is so deceiving.
Red eyes at night you see in a window
like a poisonous black widow.
Keeps you in attack mode of insanity
that takes all your vanity.
Ferocious emotions eating away
the soul that you had once betray.
The echoing sounds of loud thunder
breaks away the armor with sunder.
You fall once again to torturous agony
the feeling of one self is so lonely.
Shaking in the corner you are found
with blood soaked skin you drowned.
The night becomes day cruel in some way
your memories go in disarray.
The hunters with torches and sinister look
had parted way their hands shook.


Details | Narrative | |

The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


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ANSWERS:


Have you ever wanted answers to every question?
Have you ever pondered what was right, what was wrong?
I have, I still do.

I sit in my two by four little room
Every day asking myself multiple-choice questions
Should I, Shouldn’t I, What If.

What if I hadn’t found what I was created do?
I stop, I search, I wondered and then I paused for but awhile
I tried to listen to the stillness of the night.

The more I wondered the more mysterious things became
Then within seconds I had created my own puzzle game
I am only now more confused than ever before.

You see answers are good but are their always right
I am only but a fool
Caught up in what I may call a typhoon.

Crazy as it may seem
Answers are not what we truly seek
You and I are just trying to understand me.


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Dreaming In My Reality

Breathing so hard
Mind racing fast
Where the hell am I?
That's all I can ask
Unfamiliar faces
Way too familiar pain
Same ass picture
In an unfamiliar frame
My vision is blurry
But, Temporarily becomes clear 
No matter the clarity
Im still drowning in fear
Lack of understanding
Searching for a clue
Wait, this is a dream
So what should I do
I control this scene
That's at least thats what i thought
I pushed and I shoved
I yelled as I fought
He's trying to keep me
He wont let me escape
My eyes wont open
Its as if they were sealed with tape
I feel like I'm in a episode of a twisted "Criminal Minds"
I see whats happening
At the the same time I'm still blind
I find myself somewhere different every single time
O lord please wake me up 
Now your seriously playing with my mind.
Now they are laughing at me as if this dream was all real
Whats this misleading concept
Whats the freakin deal?
Sweat now soaking my pillow
My eyes somehow unlatched
Looking around in a dark room
Felt like I was just in a crash
I must get up and walk this dream away
It felt so real as if my reality contained this dismay
Cold water against my skin and a prayer on the side
That's only thing that would rid my dangerous illusions
No longer did i want to fight.
Why these reoccurring dreams?
What is my reality trying to say?
Until i figure out this puzzle 
All I can do is pray

Kioshi Love <3



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Alien Cube 1 and 2 Meet Earth- Haiku

               Alien Cube 1 and 2 Meet Earth – Haiku

     Alien Cube 1 Meets Earth

heavy cube hits tree
leaves a dent, falls in river
sinks, fish jumps, goes glug!


   Alien Cube 2 Meets Earth 

lands on lake, bobs
a spaceship, alien cube
beeps, communicates


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Writing with a Pen with no Ink

         Hopeless is absence of hope. Black without color is what? The sun has so much energy that it keeps itself growing. Take in the sun's rays. Let it build you as tall as the sky. May your head rest with the clouds.
          Words are written to see if people are listening. One day the world will spin backwords. Ek believes so and that is sober too. Why does one test the waters? Tosee what is out there. The answer is out there. People just do not test the deep waters anymore for fear of running out of fuel and not making it back to were they can breathe easier.


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Tree Mystery - Haiku

     Tree Mystery - Haiku

stolen from the oak
leaves snap off, accosted, cold 
another blast, wind


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God's Plan For Marriage


God’s Plan for Marriage… There’s a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman. And had one thing in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was “born!” God’s design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be “inserted.” God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God’s idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It’s no wonder why so many have “confused” minds. Let’s come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; “one husband and one wife!” By Jim Pemberton


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You Are What You Wear

Ya walk around 
With your butt hanging out
The media tells you yes!
But the heart is 
Filled with doubt.

No body told you
That fashion made sense
It has stupid rules
And the morals are bent.

But still, you put on
Those uncomfortable things
With insanely tight trousers
Mini shorts,
And stuff made of strings.

. . .

Out of the many
Things you could wear
You choose the clothes
That make ya look bare.

With tops so darn low
They let nothing hide
Maybe trousers with holes in
Ooops. . .
There goes your pride.

Your body is special
Yet you treat it like trash
Copying everyone. . .
So you "think" you look flash

But . . .

Seriouslly, honey.
Where's your sense of decorum?
You think that will attract a good guy?
Nooope. . .
It will lead him to boredom.

If you really want
The right kind of guy
Treat your self as special
And hold your head high

The truth of the matter is...
If he really loves you
You could wear a sack
And he would still think
That you were cute.

                :)


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Something To Tell Her

Something to Tell Her 

As I step through silence,
My universe shatters,
My heart is pulsing, pounding now,
These echoes are haunting me,
My footprints are untraceable. 

As I go to sleep tonight, 
I'll wake anew with each breath being my last. 
Yesterday is history, memories stowed away. 

Today I'll tell her,
My courage will roar, no more fears,
Stepping into silence has never been so scary,
I've changed brutally,
All this hurt and pain and disdain,
My change is my repentance.


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The Mystery Box

                The Mystery Box

The metallic box housed four puzzled people
Imprisoned two boys and two girls of undetermined age or origin
Uniformed in gray attire with no insignia's or other clues
They stayed as choice was not an option
To reason out a plan or what to do  
No idea of what was going on
Trapped in limbo for the moment near hysteria
A black and white world of secret
They looked at one another as total strangers
Perhaps a military exercise of sorts was afoot
Or experiment gone wrong without a warning
Odd surroundings now measure out their lives
No memories remained of how this happened  
Their accommodations consisted of an empty floor
Dimensions undetermined
Four walls with an opening up above
Defined the absolute detention
Overlooking existence beyond the room
Just past the squared off rim 
There could be nothing out there
And exposing nothing more for exploration
Except an empty sky void of color 
The box too high to climb from
No doors, no props, to reach the exit at the top
Outside a mystery prevailed
That caused them deeper fears
Nothing stirred or moved in sky or ground
Not a single thing perceived
Speculations filled in their days
No one remembered anything
Not even names and numbers
In this existential game
This must be some sort of joke or prank
Was this an alien world?
Were they abducted?
And with a lack of facts
No rhyme or reason
All their thinking for escape is simply reaching
No one hears a thing within
Not even screaming
Mysteries in a box without a name, remain



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Beyond

The sciences attempt
   an explanation 
  Yet each new discovery 
leads to another mystery 
   The source of all 
is something our 
finite minds cannot put into words
   As day becomes night 
we strive to understand 
    Indeed Spinoza said  "Neither weep nor laugh - but understand"
Our understanding, however 
   will always have 
to cope 
   with 
   the 
   minds 
   we 
   have 
   been 
  given 
We now have the capacity to end
life on earth 
   Only by contemplating the 
mystery together 
Can we save ourselves 
   Open your heart to the starry sky!
   Open your soul to the mystery!
That is the path to survival!


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Mary's Head

            Mary’s Head

Mary, a prominent socialite from the Berkshires
Being proper and polite 
Had a good head on her shoulders
In accordance with her stature in life
Invited guests would join her in the parlor
For afternoon delights
Fortnum’s tea and scones would set the mood just right
High tea in New England is the only way to enjoy a lovely day
When Mary took a dainty bite 
A petite bite you could say
From a mini sandwich from the tray
Her head fell off
In a most unladylike and curious way
It was shocking and quite the scare
Even her body looked a little silly standing there 
Holding a tea in one hand, sandwich in the other
And if she had another, she would surely scratch her head
If she had one…. 
This was such a delicate matter
No one gathered, knew exactly what to say 
The detached head rolled to the floor and down the hall
While she was speaking on and on
Gathering speed with every word
Sounding funny as it tumbled down the steps
Into a wondrous world
No one knew what she was saying
As her head rolled toward the shore
People speculating and searching for a cure
Perhaps it was the bread….or something they had said 
Massachusetts is a lovely place this time of year
But remember to keep your head about you when you are there


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Stars Position

     Stars Position

Stars take position
In the sky they scratch
The surface of life
Switch on tomorrow
Cut right through it
Shower what has begun
With light
And enforce their laws


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Limiting the Mind

I look around
I only go shallow
A Four Walled room, with a ceiling, and a ground
Deep thinking brings sorrow

It all seems so simple
There was a time when so it seemed
When I was sung to… twinkle, twinkle
Now, I'm searching how to be redeemed

My Mind dwells and dwells
Searching for the balance between reason and desires
But I fear my mind has fell
Beyond reason, to a mind-torturing fire

I kept falling
Now to a completely different
Four walled room, with a ceiling, and a ground
I look around
But this time, I can't go shallow
To my left lies the universe, making no sound
Only pointing to the wall
Coded with answers
A language human-kind can barely understand, so vague
But I try to decipher them, trying to take
And control this knowledge
Here it says…
What is Religion?
What made the Universe?
What made man?
What made the atom, the proton, the electron?
And what made that…

But what about The Maker?

The language became too complicated
Suddenly, a glowing light from the wall hit me 
Got me flat on the ground
Perplexed, I open my eyes
I look around
Back to the old
Four walled room, with a ceiling, and a ground
From now on
I only go shallow


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Growth

Turning time and darkened footprints
Paved promises and lost calls
Wilderness songs and wishful thoughts
Arrivals at the common cause
The seasons merge and we wrinkle
Skin rooting deep into history
Sharpened eyes and tired fingers
Grasping for words or a fable


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Burn With Me

Once there was a young boy, who in gas was doused. Trying to find his way home, he stumbled into an abandoned house. He looked around for the light switch, and then he found it at last. But he'll wish he didn't find it, for this sight is quite vast. Faces of all his lost friends strung abroad, hanging on the walls, covering the halls. The boy was horrified, unable to stand, just at that moment he saw a man. He wore a tall black coat, a black hat and mask; he had a special little room where he sawed people in half. With a demented smile under his mask he started pulling the boy. "You're a new experiment" he said while dragging him like a toy. The boy tried to fight, but was sickened by the sight, all his friends dead, what was the point in life? He was laid down on a pile of bones; with a weak yell he said “No... No...” Just as the man was about to commence, there was a noise out by the fence. “Of course something happens when we’re at the best part! If you don’t stay here I’ll tear out your heart.” The boy started to jerk at the ropes he was binded by, one by one they started to untie. He broke free but the man was coming back, out of options, he reached for a match. “WHAT DID I TELL YOU?!” The man said violently, the boy simply said “in hell you will rot with me.” Astounded by this statement the man now saw, the boy was covered in gas and the match about to go off. “You’re a Goddamn lunatic!” The man said, at that moment he tried hitting the boy in the head. “That isn’t true.” The boy said “But if I’m going to die, you will also be dead.” With one more frivolous attempt at grabbing him, the match struck his shirt and in flames they were scorching. Both of them burned, first the boy then the man, but he didn’t die without a final stand. He stood his ground and was seen as a hero. Especially to his parents, who in his death were engulfed by sorrow. The death was tragic but life moves on. In death is life, and he will live on.


(Forgive me if this seems a bit worse than my usual poems, I got bored and decided to write this in the library during lunch at school. My poems are usually better with rhyming and story line when i have a little time to think. I hope you like it anyway, thanks for reading!)


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Life and Mind Fights

As we follow life's rules but don't question why
I begin to feel so uneasy inside
We ignore the options we fail to see
But could I follow rules made up by me
I could create and make up my own history
You begin to realise your contradicting mind has a choice
But can you identfy who or what you are fighting for
This overload of thinking can grind you to the bone, deep to the core
Everything comes from inside you
Questioning what's right from wrong
What do you do now?
You can wait and pause... but for how long
So trust in yourself and don't fear what might go wrong.


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The Fantastic Voyage

Living on the edge was a suicide way before my time!
A soul spread wide open with a spirit that truly believes.
Walking on water and backwards with life that glares over the sunshine!
The fantastic voyage rides the high and almighty waves of the greatest seas.
A voyage to never-never land right where I know I will always want to be.
True uninhibited expression is my addiction all within myself.
A soul climaxing in the exhibition of capturing all of the free empty space!
Walking the planks with the thrill of excitement from what’s consumed as it’s felt,
The fantastic voyage is aimed straight for that perfect little happy place.
My voyage to never-never land is where I know I will always want to stay.
Unpredictable with such balance is my mystery out there all on its own.
My soul opens and wills me to explore the depths of all that is real or such.
Walking the tight rope and looking down with my talent so proudly shown.
The fantastic voyage is never enough but is always over by too much.
My voyage to never-never land is where I know I will always want to feel what I touch.
Deep within the depths of all the deepness is where my connection is found.
A vibrant soul with brilliance magnified by a common need that has just got to give!
Walking narrow ledges with confidence and truly the one that has got to be proud!
The fantastic voyage gained my moments in time that I can say were actually lived.
My voyage to never-never land is where I will surrender standing on top of my deadly ground!


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Embers Of Time

          Embers of time

Once again no more my love is gone
I must go on 
So on a park bench I go again
Anchored there again against wind and sea
Lost in the mist of memory
Replete with history full of repetitions of a kiss
Of my love I miss
To hold this sacred ember alive
And in its proper place
I come here every day and strive
To give our love a life 
And place a passion kiss
Upon the only picture of my only one
Once again no more my love is gone
She lives on with me in mist and sea
Here on my bench in mystery


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Opaque Desert Mystery

            Opaque Desert Mystery

Opaque ball bearings rolled along the grayish sand upon the dark
Solid heavy objects larger than small houses raced below the dunes
Consuming all the landscape leaving huge trenches in their wake 
The moon could not mistake them for anything but strange
Though the light was dim and unassuming, they moved stealthily along
Into daylight the orbs continued on, rapidly and clearly out of reach
As glowing silver objects on a yellow grainy landscape in the sun
A sun that knew nothing of such things from its perspective
It simply shed light like a detective on this mystery
The silver objects rolled into the ancient stony town 
Flattened it as if it were not there
Continued on to an oasis below the palms
Which may or may not have been there in the first place
Rolled up and disappeared as quickly as they came
A mirage some say and so they faded in the desert day


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Realization

There is a distant past that summons all of us,
but how shall we hear if we know not to whom it speaks?
Why does not the tongue of our father speak our language?
Could it be that "we", like Moses was sent to the other side
to learn of their ways and to speak their language, that it
may help us to realize? 
All that we inhabit and all that is instilled in us, 
is not part of the perfect plan designed just for us.
We now hear in another language and see in another dimension
We realize it is the language that we’ve always heard and never understood,
and the life that we’ve always dreamed of is our reality.
We now press, we strive, and we die to our own minds,
because we’ve come to realize, that we can go home again


Details | ABC | |

THE CONNECTION

The feelings that we're feeling
Are progressing more and more
The deeper they keep getting
Builds a much need to explore
The earth's cosmic forces
Are uniting us as one
By linking us together
Through the moon, stars and sun
The pure surge of energy
Is getting harder to resist
Both positive and negative
We know together can exist
Trusting what is real
And trusting what is true
With you really needing me
And me really needing you



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Origami Legends

She has a brain full of legends.
She has a whole heart full of legends.
Shaped by summer’s yellow collar bones
She caresses a sepia hued image to her breast
And recites memories in her sleep.

Legalistic hellions
Stalk her sharp scent,
And legalistic hellions
Seek to kidnap her ,
And legalistic hellions
Cry illustrious hymns along canyons
Speaking amongst themselves
Into the jagged patterns fashioned by
Her legends.

And the sepia hued image, frozen
Insinuates that her legends were honest legends.
She knows they were never born of classic fiction at all,
But that they had been fostered by her own life.
The sepia hued image lies lifeless
During a subtle, summer evening
Reciting memories.


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A Mandrake's Gesture vol. VII

There upon the courtship,
proclaimed, a sorrowful
spirit hearkened upon 
this ballad of misery
and burden.  For her
grief and unrelished
despair, the angels
of Michael, our saintly divine,
answered, whil'st upon 
the hour of marriage royal,
an unwanted surprise,
a battle declared, as the 
essence of Faith
exuberated.
This day of celebration,
joyous, the sun's vibrance
a galliant shiny array
of angelic symphony.
The court's jester prepared
daintfully as the council
gathered for the wedding
and celebration.
Crowds upon crowds 
of commons and 
majestic royals gathered 
in anticipation, for 
a marriage vow of 
royal to peasant a 
spleen for gossip.
Geinere's beauty and spirit
made so ever-beautiful
and bountiful, her Magdalenic
passion, though hidden
from the stage, her garden
of love like no other
Atlantis.  This ballad
of acceptance Cherubic
as the maiden Geinere
was given away.  The 
gathered pupils from 
near and far, sighted
tears of admiration 
and also of disbelief.

The King. . . his pious
disobediences, very kept
subtle, for betrayal's
embrace, here to far,
loomed as an ominous
hawk awaits its 
swoop.  As the candles 
of the holy triad were
lit, joyous spirit
and unition embarked,
as tragedy did fall upon 
this royal majestic whim.
A messenger, grief
stricken, hence
matters slowly, a 
voice to the King.

"My King, this glorious
day made tragic,
for our kingdom under seige
soon, a chance to the North."
"Speakest thou, this
action made, a declaration
of war, for no mercies
we have, can'st  determine
our strategic foe."  
The King's voice grave with 
anger and unsuspected
turmoil.  A call to the 
Prince, oh the mighty
heavens did begin to
crash.  Bolts of resilience
and vigor shot from 
the oncoming enthralls
of vengeance. 
"Messenger, retrieve 
the preparations, summon
forth our army at 
once.  My son!"
Trumpets blew, as 
alarm and anxiety
did ensue, instilling
paramount fear, though
only matched by the 
mighty holds of fate.
"My Prince, calmest be,
our sudden birth of 
unknowing, pray we share
our time spent precious,
for a call to arms for
certain."  Geinere, her demeanor
shaken, her Goddess crying
out as the premonitions
of glorious battle, and dying
victory echoed throughout.
"My love, I regret these 
tragic circumstances,
our labors, pray not 
lost to this ardorous
hell that has come upon us."
The king speaking,
"my Prince, my son, I will 
await these temptations of
Belial, ever so gracefully
with the fullest respects,
yours to mine."


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Speed

With the scent of a sea storm I entrust the clock
to make a move in the direction of South

There at the bottom of the unseen mystery 
is rolling the question

Fresh and protected by love or by money
the cards have been turned and there's only the guessing

Blossom - a day with neolithic distraction
I hear there's nothing better than stay

Undoing the past and releasing the creature
the one that no one has asked for
and no one will truly believe.


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Death - The Final Pleasure

     Death - The Final Pleasure

I’ve never liked mysteries
Including death
When I die it will be all over
No more suspense for me
No!  This is not a suicide note 
Or poem with an unhappy ending
Nothing so dramatic or mundane as that
When death comes it will be the final pleasure
No more no less
You can guess the rest


Details | Free verse | |

Age

Moments ago, my heart leapt with joy 
From my mother's womb,I saw the birds gyrating
To the azuric skies.My fragile frame galloped
In fear of that which contorts my looks- Age.
Every minute gone by dances with you. Your 
Trickish ferocity sweeps away the beauty of time,
With your windy,cowering syndrome of wrinkles
Locked in your soggy,wispy clouds,wiggling our 
Gullible minds.

Subtle antagonist that diminishes our vigour and mocks
The exuberance of our noontide, ebbing and pecking
At the flowery fruits of our dawn.With your increased
Burden, the wine of wisdom fills our thirsty minds
And your breathe evokes our evenings of tears.

Where age begins,life ends 
Where age ends, life begins.


Details | Ode | |

Common language

That language you speak,
the one you didn’t have to learn from anyone,
the very original, very human, yet very celestial one

The one you spoke to herald your arrival,
as you made entrance, from the celestial to the terrestrial,
into the gyrating life-sustaining starry metropolis,
amidst the cacophony of others, strange and different 

That language you spoke, 
in response, as you discovered,
that the strange looking beings all around you,
in your new and strange planet, speak it too, 
and as you explored the strange and funny artwork, 
on their mystical canvases, 
every time they spoke your language, 
any time they spoke another, 
that you did not understand

In smiling, laughing, weeping,
we speak a common language

Have you noticed?
They all speak it too;
all our kin, from every corner, 
of our spinning starry metropolis,
waltzing between one companion on the left, bright but shy
and the other on the right, dusty but flamboyant

It is a language so simple, 
anyone and everyone speak it and understand it,
yet so complex, it is encompassing; 
defying lexical boundaries, 
even terrestrial boundaries
Straddling the spectrum of emotions;  
even in the laughter expressing joy, 
the heart is sorrowful

It is the only language natural to us
We were made with it
It is simple but sufficient, 
to convey the emotions, 
that bound our consciousness

It is the language of humanity;
the language of pleasure, joy, happiness, and sorrow

Anywhere we come from,
every which way we come,
we speak the same language;
we smile, we laugh, we weep; 
in joy and in sorrow

The language reveals, 
our common and celestial origin;
our eternal bond,
our kindred, 
our oneness, 
our sameness

When spoken, we understand what is said,
we know what is meant, 
it is laughter, expressing joy,
it is weeping, expressing sorrow;
the outer limits, spanning our consciousness

So universal is it, it is mystical;
as mystical as our very existence
For the abundance of mirth,
gives birth to tears of joy,
yet joy awaits in tears,
the passing of sorrowful tears

Laughter and weeping, 
each awaits the other, 
but only to relieve each other 
and to bestow us reprieve

It is the universal language, 
spoken and understood, 
by you, me, and all our kin, 

It is the same, regardless of place and position
It is eternal, beyond terrestrial
It is celestial, it is universal


Details | Blank verse | |

Strip Me

Strip me...
As you do, 
Youre claiming everything that I am
Youre seeing it all
Not just the physical;
The bruises,
The scars,
The imperfections,
(Even though thats just as hard),
But youre seeing what makes me
Who I am;
Youre stripping away layers of hurt
And pain in many areas;
Youre touching raw spots.
As you do this;
Youre stripping me emotionally;
Im letting you inside
By letting you see my body;
Im saying I want you everywhere;
Inside and out;
I want you to soothe 
The unsoothable parts
Im letting you feel me,
Touch me,
Do whatever you want...
Ive never known that kind of intimacy;
On the inside
Im trembling;
Im so afraid 
Youre going to see something
You dont like, 
Or dont want,
And that terrifies me;
The fact that you could hate something about me
And that could be a reason
To leave me...
I feel so insecure 
And I dont like it at all;
For your sake as much as mine.
I want you so badly, 
I want to let you in, 
Cuz I love you so much,
And youre the only person
I would let do this.
But I freeze up sometimes;
I dont know what to say,
I dont know how to feel;
Im just paralyzed with fear
Of rejection.
I hate that I didnt go all the way for you;
I feel like I don’t give you everything I want to;
And it sucks, like I don’t feel good enough 
And that you almost resent that
Im sorry, Baby for not giving it all
But it takes time I guess...
I dont know;
I want so bad to let you 'strip me'
Maybe next time I wont be so scared;
Its not you Im scared of;
Its me;
Whats going on in my head,
That I cant even explain;
Im scared Im not good enough
For you, 
And for myself...
That sounds messed up, 
And again,
I hate that Im scared,
Scared of putting myself out in the open
Completely like that...
It takes more courage than I have;
Maybe I can get that courage from you...
I want to...
I know I can...
I will...


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As Our Lifes' Changes

We all search for happiness 
We enjoy even the thought
We hope for all things of brightness
To join us as along life's road we trod.

Just trying to reach the top
Unknowing exactly what the top is
We work hard as young adults
Just like little honey bees
We gather our goods
Putting them all into our nest.

We journey on along
Hoping we are with our final mate
Even tho somedays are diamonds
And some are stones
Just like Neil Diamond said in his song.

So what is the meaning of it all
As age creeps into our bodies
You get older and yes you become wiser
But you are also much trier now
As age has a way of doing that to you
For it is all a part of the aging picture.

When your mind as well as your body
Finally realizes 
That these things you thought were so important
Can't go with you as your final journey you do make
They are left here for someone else to look through
And to complain about what a mess you have made!


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Age

Moments ago, my heart leapt with joy 
From my mother's womb,I saw the birds gyrating
To the azuric skies.My fragile frame galloped
In fear of that which contorts my looks- Age.
Every minute gone by dances with you. Your 
Trickish ferocity sweeps away the beauty of time,
With your windy,cowering syndrome of wrinkles
Locked in your soggy,wispy clouds,wiggling our 
Gullible minds.

Subtle antagonist that diminishes our vigour and mocks
The exuberance of our noontide, ebbing and pecking
At the flowery fruits of our dawn.With your increased
Burden, the wine of wisdom fills our thirsty minds
And your breathe evokes our evenings of tears.

Where age begins,life ends 
Where age ends, life begins.


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~Never is what I fear~

Vanishing in the darkness,
as i plead for some light,
the sun has gone away and now isn't so bright,
so pitch black rooms are filling me around,
I clunch my hands,
Making a fist,
Holding this anger in,
Pretending Your right here agian,
I grip my teeth together tight,
I hold onto these thought's for dear life,
An Image here,
An image there,
An Image of you everywhere,
Invading my mind space,
For When will I awake,
From this horrible dream,
For I keep falling back asleep,
I'll kiss your wrist,
Such a pretty color peach,
To make the scare's heal faster,
To clear up your past,
That you beginn to regret,
I'll wip the wet from your eye's,
I'll make you not feel hollow inside,
What are you looking for,
When I am right here?,
When will you LOVE ME????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Never is what I fear.............


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MYSTERIOUS MEMORIES

     MYSTERIOUS       MEMORIES


November night train halted on the bridge. 
Arrested by constant mystery of river, I see
Her   mercurial charm  changing.
Winter is late this year.   Her heavy liquid metal gell
Is preparing  itself for frozen solidity.


Smelter-poured  burnished silver coats  the watery  mirror
With   deep  reflections,  and  shadows of the past,  like
Grandma’s old silver  -  precious, shining  and   
Lying mysterious in darkness in the   half-open cutlery drawer.
With  the  blackness  of mercury,  liquid  in low  slow waves,   
And the   heaviness   of   lead   swirling  sluggishly 
In  the  cooling mould, river is  not yet plunged,  solidified. 


Unseen fish ripple her  surface and are gone in  near-inaudible  pitch. 
Her night voice murmurs low,  indistinct  in  the   dark’s  metallic  silence. 


In  the  moving welcoming  river,  dark mystery unknowable. 
From the bridge,  the  same timeless picture  
Recast  each day  as the  watery mirror changes.
Now stormy,  now  peaceful, now  romantic, now  sad.
Life’s   picture changes constantly with time. 
Stability in the changing life stream 
Is like a window image in the night  train, 
Whose outside scene changes but  inside  image is  constant.


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Time's Weavings/My Broodings

Shut inside     windows open    w  i  d  e
I age 1,000 years 
To your one.

The Past turns in its light circles upon the Present,
Inscribing itself into memories
That will lend their textures to the future -
Pains and pleasures
Loves and losses
The bitter and the sweet -
All will fall together and become tomorrow,
Then break apart and cycle on again.

Outdoors, beyond a window full of November clouds
A child is running gaily past,
While up the street with ancient, measured tread
A crone approaches.
Youth and Age will pass and cycle 'round again.

I turn gray thoughts over in my mind
Composing poems as my significant others
Drift in and out of the rooms of my life,
Now babe  Now child  Now youth  Now adult
Now gone
Friends and lovers help weave the warp together,
Light and shadow chase each other through the rooms,
Whispering the secrets of change.


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conundrum

an unknown language from a distant past
carved into stone , are symbols to outlast
an uncommon language that goes thru changes
mistranslations , which re-arranges
an aspect of truth , an aspect love
an aspect of time , an aspect of space
as if fitting a round peg in a square hole
a puzzle piece that just won't go .

symbols and markers ,
are the silent language of the ancients
we just don't hear the wind blowing .