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Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


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LindaMarie The Sweetheartof P S

  ~ Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~

When it comes to a friendly hi!
One of the best poetry, hearts we can't deny!

Our Sweetheart Linda Marie
No one is smoother and sweeter than her- our peach tree

Always stopping by to say hi, no matter, rain/sleet or snow
Her contest Zany Zoo, one of the soups best show

A woman who never judged me from the start
Linda Marie, thank you for being such a sweetheart

Sharing her delightful poems,  a double doze for me
Oh Me- Oh My- That woman can write so much poetry!

I am sure she is loved by the poetry soup staff
LOL! How this blonde bombshell  made us laugh

Remember, when she took her laptop to a sandy Island 
She smiled, and shared, how the laptop was damaged with so much sand

Hanging out with Linda, it's like singing "Kumbaya my Lord"-- I felt her holding my hand
How sweet of Linda, when she invited us to meet her new Husband?

Linda Marie is loved by her very own BBF team
Letting us know, life has been more than a dream

Her heart so big, she worried when her BFF's weren't around
Leaving notes, making sure we have not hit a poet break down

She keeps us in her heart when we are not logged in
Her beautiful and clever/witty poem will forever remain 

Most of her poetry made me smile
Linda Marie's poetry had so much Style!

We prayed for you when we heard about your son
Thank you for sharing your faith in God. -Linda You're #1

A poet I highly recommend
Linda Marie my poetry soup best friend

Dedicated to:
~Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~ 2012
~I"M gonna miss you, 2013
Happy birthday to you :-(  Don't leave, 2013

NEW NOTE:  
(STILL MISSING YOU) Love always, YOUR BFF -- 2014
Sending my Heart, To one of the soups Leading Ladies
RIP. Linda-Marie Bariana You are forever loved


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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Details | Ballad | |

A House On the Cliff's Edge

There is a house on the cliff’s edge,
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline
At night, the tide lifts high against a foggy moon
In the morning, gloomy clouds settle with the sea
At times, not even the birds are seen or heard
The house is left to nature’s caress

Home-crafted seashell chimes sway and sing with the wind
Crushed sand dollars lie together on the back porch
The shells were once whole, collected by the former owners
Long gone are they now, smiling with the moon
The owners are the very sound of the ocean spray,
Striking the rocks, announcing the cool dawn of day
They are not the dark, empty rooms,
The rooms that nobody thinks of as they go about their lives
The quiet owners are long gone—thought of only by one
A stillborn legacy about as tiresome as the sun,
When the clouds crisp out its beams . . .

A seawater puddle is in the middle of the dining room
Nobody knows it sits there, sinking in the floorboards
It used to be a far larger puddle after a storm,
Stealthily leaking into the house
But now it is small—so small—and the boards are moist,
Moist with its only companion amongst the instilled silence

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
They were not much for socials and gatherings
They always lived their quiet, happy lives
Without a care of the outside world,
Far from anybody’s thought
Miles from the nearest home
Where the next generation comfortably lives 

He never finished fixing that leak . . .

Sometimes the puddle gets bigger after other storms
And when it does, there is almost life there again
You can see the chandelier reflected on the unperturbed water
As a crystal dangles and falls from on high
The dark silence following the drop is as deep as thought . . .

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
There is merely a house on the cliff’s edge
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline

-March 21, 2013-


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This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm


Details | Narrative | |

The People Around Me

Things seems to be very clear,
When actually felt it is unclear,
What really seems to be clear,
May never ever be clear for ever.

Your help for others,
May be to be appreciated,
Or taken as what is called,
to be uncounted.

My question is clear,
Why the help for others,
Is sometime never appreciated,
However it is always delivered. 

In response to ethics,
lingers in my mind the answer,
To help others is not to be recognised, 
But it is to be called someone, 
Who can be respected.

To all, continue to help,
Not to to be appreciated by others,
But to be respected by yourself.


Details | Elegy | |

An Elegy For Noah Tuckwell

As tears flow from my reddened eyes
I can see what I have purely missed
As I look up to the dark grey skies
I will always remember our first fist

I sit here and think of your face
The first time I saw your light fluffy cheeks
I always wanted to lay my head on that place
Even when I was buried in my girlfriend’s twin peaks.

You never knew my love for you
I waited until it was too late
I often yearned for a way through
Both your heart and your front gate.

But now you’ve passed away
Slipped through my limp and lifeless fingers
But I still yearn for that fortuitous day
And the smell of your tobacco colour coat still lingers.

As I stare at my homage dedicated to you
I can feel a heart shaped hole called ‘Noah’
My body is conflicted, I don’t know what to do
It’s such a shame that you were found in pieces underneath a lawnmower.

So many holes, and opportunities now
I feel my body grow harder
For you Noah would only allow 
One hole to be ventured in farther 

As you led there erotically 
on the grass that day
with your legs so lovely 
I couldn’t take my eyes away

So I didn’t see 
The lawnmower draw near
The blades running free
And beginning to career

Ever closer to your toes
To impoverish your heart
I’m the only one who knows
How a love like this does start 

To think I won’t see you again
Striding majestically down the Bath Road
And, protecting your shoulders from the rain
Your little tobacco coloured coat

I wish I had been able to say 
All this to you when you were alive
I came so close once, that fateful day
When we were standing outside the Beehive

Your hair was golden in the glow 
Of the solitary standing streetlamp
Yet still, you couldn’t ever know 
My feeling for you or my heart would cramp

And now you’re dead you selfish thing
You’ll never hear me speak these thoughts
You’ll never feel me ‘flap my wings’
Or ogle me as I cavort

But now you’re in the ground
In the darkness and despair
But I have now created a mound
Where I can collect your hair

My heart is soaked in liquid salt 
My clothes cling to my body
Although I know that it’s no-one fault
Staring at you was my favourite hobby

Now it’s time to say goodbye
My lovely little pet
My heart still yearns, my eyes still cry 
Although we never met


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.




Details | Ballade | |

Ride a Speckled Horse

Ride a Speckled Horse

Half Moon Bay
My little speckled grey
How unwilling you were
But I'd rented you that day

An apaloosa dream- straining
at the rope
He was  the first choice
worthy of my hope

But he led you out- that
cautious owner of the 'string'
The one I wanted- being feared as-
 too much horse - to tame

No cajoling and no show of force
Could lift your heart to run
Weren't you  used- to-
always being, abused by everyone ?

In shame, at that slap of reins
 across your neck
I  let go - content to feel the 
rythm of your walk and
not the rocking of your canter

Turned your jaded head toward
 a trail down to the sea
Smelt the salt air with you
and felt the wide expanse
 of beach and wind on me

Under the gulls glide
your gait became wide
And like a rocking horse 
beside the rolling sea,
you and I glided,
close to eternity

I could have cantered on forever
when you gave your heart to me
And though I'm sure, 
that many tried
 It's few I know,
have ever  felt,
the magic of your stride

 Suzanne Delaney


Details | Sestina | |

Premise of Joy

Joy cannot be raised as though it ride the back of a song.
It is a gift and for that we should laud the giver with praise.
The heart races into overdrive as the mind fills with wonder.
Our physical and vocal constraints suddenly are unbound.
The mind and senses suddenly to a higher plane are lifted
and our reactions no longer seem to need a leap of faith.

When we walk the aisle to say “I do”, we do consider faith.
I seem to recall such feelings of humility, my body in song,
in tune with the lilt of the moment and the suppressed lift,
of the shout building within me.  I offer ever lasting praise,
of the promise of one walking to me, to He whom I am bound.
As, in unison, all who watched us say I do, approve in wonder.

They remember their own vows, their own time of wonder.
I remember standing before the observation room in faith,
promising Him that if only this little babe not yet bound 
to me, already powerfully making my heart burst to song, 
were only normal, I would raise him to give Him all praise.
I loved the smell of baby powder, as the blanket was lifted. 

Days at our beach house, a respite which always was a lift,
from the day to day routine of work, was always wonderful.
To be able to walk on the beach and stand in awe and praise,
knowing that the sun would rise and tide would fall in faith,
as the sand dabs hid and the seagulls surround them in song,
the power is in Him Who made the earth and to Him is bound.

One cannot be a true southerner and not be honor bound,
to explore the beauty of the Blue Ridge; to smell the lift
of air rising from the basin gently through long leaf singing,
on the outcrop above, as the eagle circles in wonderment.
Exploring Chimney Rock and crawling through with faith,
the Devil’s Kitchen, giving such surroundings due praise.

How could one possibly contain and not express praise,
for such intricate beauty, surely every man is duty bound
to seek out and enjoy beautiful things which speak of faith,
those simple vibrant things which give life a joyous lift.
We need those things which fill us with so much wonder,
we feel our nerves tingle, our skin crawl, and heart sing.

A Life devoid of giving praise, never feels the spirit lift.
If threads of doubt are bound, life can be filled of wonder.
Life can produce such faith, our being delights in song.

My words are:  sing,  praise,  wonder,  bound,  lift,  faith
© 26 Nov 2010 For Deb's "Joy to the World"contest


Details | Pastoral | |

A Heartless Math...No A Woman Of God

Walking down that cold dark path
Adding my footsteps
Dividing the dirt path into two
Multiplying the times I been screwed over
And subtracting the love
Which is a very heartless math
Yet time and time again I am left with this equation
In the beginning our hearts are tender
Our hearts are week and fragile
We are like a broken white dove
That’s why we call it tender love
We call the present a smoothly wrapped gift
Because all the past is a cold heartless math
Me and you
You and I 
Will make the world jealous
But who shall I be addressing 
Do I address the cheaters and liars
Because that’s all I know
Do I address the betrayers and users
Because that’s all I see
Maybe its time to address a woman of god
No no no not a woman of god
I mean a woman of GOD
With her a heartless math can’t exist
My equation will look like this:
Adding the times I look into her eyes and say I love you
Multiplying the thoughts that race across my mind
Dividing the love we share for each other and become one
And subtracting the negativity 
A girls heart is fragile something I know
But I am willing to go the distance to make a relationship flow
I want us to be one heart with the same beat
No matter if we are scared, happy, excited, or nervous
It will be hard to come across this certain mate 
But one thing is I can relate
To is this so called thing we call a perfect date
Having a picnic while the sun sets and lying under the stars
Just going to a simple park and having the time of your life
Watching a movie together with her in my arms with a silent I love you
Going over to ones house and playing board games and laughing and smiling
Walking along the beach and looking back and seeing two sets of footsteps
Now one is gone
I am walking on the beach and looking back and seeing one
Looking up to the heavens I ask
God says to me I must be blind and told me to take off my mask
I feel lighter as if I am floating amongst the clouds
God said to me when you saw two sets of footsteps 
You and her was one set and I was the other
Now when you only saw one it was then I carried you 
Next thing I did was took a big breath and blew
Blew all the liars and cheaters away
Blew all the betrayers and users
Blew out the old candle that was still somehow burning 
And the next thing I knew GOD lit a new one
And put his hand on my chest
And whispering in my ear he said,
“Son sit back and let me do the rest”

© Jeremy Fennell


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The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


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Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.


Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Free verse | |

The Glass Goddess

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

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

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

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



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



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Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


Details | Free verse | |

The Magik Of Love

Reflections in the mirror were getting scary I could not carry the weight of my pain it almost took my life to learn to love again for I have made a friend somewhere along my long lost way I hope that I helped him just a fraction of how he helped me maybe that single thought is what finally gave me my peace enough to release so much stolen energy Now I am not afraid to walk where the streets are hot for I thrive in Hell's kitchen where the devil stirs my pot for I now have him quiet tame I sacrificed my dragons at the alter of my name and now you are my slaves any time I need I'll call upon my superhero's to come and rescue me like my Saint Toni who swept me off that bridge and showed my how a death can be the greatest reason to live for she was the seed to grow my Eden then a man from a foreign land gave me something in myself to believe in the magik of Love.


Details | Free verse | |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.


Details | Bio | |

FISH FROM THE TREE

I love the fish that comes straight from the tree.
Do you have this fish?
I also love the fish that comes directly from the market.
So do you have this fish?
I love the fish that comes from the sea.
Do you have this fish that comes from the bay?
I need this fish today.
Do you have this fish?
I think that fish is Danggit.
And Lapu-Lapu that comes from Cebu!
I love you fish.


Layag Sug!


Details | Couplet | |

A Morning View


A day comes with a
morning dew,
For the words, less
to cope all few,
The breezy wave and
tweeting eyes,
Of rising sun, view
the Himalaya highs,
The trancing
eclipses and
faltering trees,
Held me there,
caught me freeze,
And the prevailing
dusky downy haze,
To falling cascade
of ivory rays,
Where I hied to let
it chase,
This beautiful
bounty widespread
haze,
I look & look, with
a glance and gaze,
With winking eyes
with hot cap,
I observed their
silent nap,
And whence the sun
rise and set,
Sparrow and humming
beak to get,
Food to survive and
maintain life,
And live on sharp
edgy curvy stemy
knife,
Above the grove and
in dense forest,
Where harmonious
peace dwells in the
nest,
Where leaves
levitate and birds
hove,
And oscillate with
desire, solidarity
in love,
A bird in this
hustle bustle,
Jingle jangle and
trilling rustle,
Are not base
generations, it’s
true so,
They rise through
reincarnation, and
grow,
Up to our believe
and reckon,
They are alive and
born,
I ask my conscience
where to hike,
Stood here and there
or by riding bike,
To feel the scent of
this rainy December,
Over my worries and
lethargy to
remember,
His never-ending
silence to end
daylight,
Made one statue,
stunned one bright,
And I put my towel
to have a shower,
This congeal water
pierces me by power,
Oh ablution is
enough for adequacy,
Count on, fend off
with sufficiency,
And when I walk on
flossy meadow,
The emerald tint
fell a shadow,
Upon my eyes to
sensory nerves,
Where the earth,
laid with several
curves,
The invigoration of
spirit rises up
more,
On rambling off and
on, this grassy
floor,
Over this belt with
buoying ways,
No alternate of this
land, O nays,
Where I felt about
flying upon,
Falling, right left,
up and down,
Then I move here and
there, up-to sun
height,
To meet buoyantly
this sunny light,
The sun with
magnetic warm and
beguile,
This morning with
candelabra wile,
Cause a man to wake
and woke,
Sing a flute while
sitting under an
oak,
How this mean, a
life less of
leisure,
Won’t you thrill
this grudgingly by
measure,
A world, an
embarrassment of
riches,
And a life with
plenty of beach’s.

Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry


Details | Free verse | |

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!



Details | Bio | |

LAYAG SUG IS MYLIFE

What is Layag Sug? 
How come you're not answering?
Why are you asking?
For me to know
Why, isn’t it a bully to me?
No. I'm just plainly asking.
Why is it so hard for you to answer?
I don’t know why the question arises now.
I suddenly realize I don't know the meaning of it.
Aha for you what is it?
What is Layag Sug?
Is it a signature to every statement you make? 
Or a line you share with someone?
Being a signature to every statement 
It is also a line to share to make Sulu familiar with people today
So what is Layag Sug?
What do you think?
I don't know a Sulu boat?
What do you think?
You can share what it is so we could explore
I will give you my meaning
After you give interpretation
You're not answering are you?
Just say so if you're not
I don't have the entire night waiting
Layag Sug is about my life
Longing for the independence of beloved homeland Sulu
Literally Sulu Sail!
That’s Layag Sug seen through my lens of thought
And my experience in life!



A poem made to explain the meaning of Layag Sug through the question of Sulu Gypsy. 12:44AM, 9 March 2013, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia. Let Us All Save Peace. Layag Sug!



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THE BIG BLUE

Mid-summer breezes bellow a 
Whistling tune,
Echoing soft melodies freedom's,
 Playful abandonment.
Against sandy shores waves gently,
 Splashing,
Multicolored shells mixing amongst,
 Pebbles,
 Rolling'n'turning hear the everlasting,
 Hush.   
Gliding torrents dive through rough,
 Surf,
Greedily seagulls screeching, 
Screaming who was here first.
Snappy crabs running to and fro, 
Tasty morsels at a fleeing feast.
Then suddenly captured, dragged by, 
Watery under toes.
Rippling calmness returns at last, 
Basking in days repast.
Day break's glow warms mans soul, 
And awakens his heart.
Yet nay know mortal's eye can deny,
Such beauty that lies before him.
Tranquility's slumber lie thee down,
Gently rock me by the sounds of 
The sounding sea.
Release thus abandonment’s spirit,
Foam unto spray washes all my, 
Troubles away.
Here at night's curtain fall,
While stars above shimmer 
And shine.
Another morning sunrise appears,
But quietly I know longer remain.
Silence can become a bitter sweet,
 Thing,
Just once more to hear distant 
Loons calling sorrows cry,
But nothing except silences, 
Response, 
Answers to me in still calm.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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The Sea Rolls With The Breeze

Seagulls seagulls by the seashore open your eyes and you shall see more of the world's magik in front of your face why oh why would I ever replace the memory of that foamy sea crashing onto the shore while the seagulls are laughing with the children once more who feed them with eyes full of wonder to their curious delight seashells from dead oysters shine of the moon's pale sea light as they mate like the birds and the bees my sea kisses the sky when it rolls with the breeze.


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LAYAG SUG

I have not seen this sea, which you 
speak of so fondly every once in a while.

but I'd hear the slowed-down breathing,
the long pause
when you tell stories of old people 
that died, of brave men that once 
sailed with their boats
to cross vast continents
and trade,
and then sail again for home
where they’d find their wives and children
waiting for their return.

You are still out there sailing,
and I am here 
hoping you'd reach home soon.
I know where that home is.
But you have to fight to get there.
I could wait for centuries
and be still until 
you're home finally. Don't fret.  
Sail, love, wherever that sea 
with its raging current  
takes you.

And when you reach shore,
You'll find me there standing,
waiting for you.




This piece is an interpretation of “Layag Sug” 
sent by someone known only as Samantha Buendia.
I am posting with permission.


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For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


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soul dance

spinning round and round till i fly up
and hit ground
turning into sea
pleasing me
i grab the bass fish gliding past
free
i dive into the eyes of the brown green scales
head first never fails
in the soul of the beast i sit 
bare
my locks float around the fish shell
his hearts beat started to move me
onto my feet
bend my knees
shake my hips
rattle my brain
clap my hands
the soul of the fish is where i spend the rest of my plans


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Hamster

Fluffy floppy furball
Chewie chompie carnivorous
Nom nom nom


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CLOUD WINGS

I walk...
Now I am walking. 
There's a sun in the sky
Early birds fly.
Soaring high, 
in the clouds going by


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On the data lines

With a devastating voice
To calm your mindset and change
Ironing the game to be fine
Good obsession
But elders are starving
While they are looking after the livestock
I will just scrutinize what is visible
Or am I out of context?
If it makes you forlorn
It is you who have a spot on a trail
Or if I’m wrong, correct me
Don’t let the neighbor to laugh at me
An ancient accepted wisdom
What my peers are scared to talk?
Thoughts far away
Thinking bottomless
Belief of growing up beings


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We Almost Had It All

By the beach, I walk. I see sea gulls flock. Breeze touching my face, 
I can almost feel your embrace. 

From a distance, I hear you whisper. From a distance, I hear it clearer. 
I stop my heart, I make it tame. When I hear you call out my name. 

I hear sea waves crashing against the rocks. The sound of it makes me 
miss you a lot. Softly, the birds sing their song. Oh how much for you 
I long! 

From a distance, I hear you speak. As I hear your voice, my knees go 
weak. If only I knew the words to express how I feel. Then you’d be 
with me, you’d be here. 

By the beach, the sun sets. I remember the day we first met. You were 
by the beach on your knees. Asking my name, you even said please. 

From a distance I see it before my eyes. I remembered too well how sparks 
started to fly. We were inseparable, we fell so in love as we walked by 
the beach gazing the stars above. 

By the beach, we were to wed. It all changed when that fatal accident happened. 
I remember too well that fateful night. Watching the news, it was a horrible 
sight! 

You were driving, on your way to me. When a car swiveled and took you away from 
me. In the news, about your death I learned. I couldn’t breathe, my throat burned. 

I cried a river upon realization. I just couldn’t stop this painful sensation. 
I once had you, you were mine. Now everything isn’t fine. 

I hear the waves beat against the shore and here I am with a mountain to climb.
If I could just change it all you're heart would beat here next to mine. 

My love, sweet love I say this so that you'll know, "Though you're now gone away 
from me it doesn't mean I'll ever let you go."

My love, sweet love, never can I replace you, no one in this world will ever do. 
They'll never understand that my true love is only you. 

Oh love, sweet love you were the very best thing that my Creator has given me. 
By the beach, I stand here and there's nothing left but memories.  

You were my heart 
You were my soul 
Yes my tears do steady fall. 

In our grasp 
It was there 
Babe, we almost had it all!
*********************************
This poem was written by Lizann Tan and myself


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NO FEARSOME ISLAND

I love the island.
Island is no man.
When peace is none.
Beautiful island.
With beach.
And white sand.
Before I don't feel the fear.
Fearsome here.
Fearsome there.
Fearsome tell.
Old business dear.
Trade with with slavery.
That's only history.
Shouldn't happen today.
Tomorrow would be great easy.
No abduction.
Fearsome no more.
I love you peace.
Layag Sug!

Daira Semporna
(240614)


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Hope dangles on a string

just below a marvelous landmark of a metropolis that see's no end to its expansion, lies a stretch of land. curved by many years of our moons control over what covers more then 50% of what anyone could inherit in this world. lies a log. only a few could tell how many years this artifact has gotten to observate. not that it could form opinions and idea's or have the slightest emotion but its there. the smell of sea salt. the ever swallowing winds and waves that swallow this small penninsula, through out the many days the light and darkness have taken there turns, to the forever clock work of the change in seasons. this log, this stump, has sat here. If you believe in destiny, you may come to believe this log serves a purpose for any who find themselves venturing to this corner of the world. love has started here. happiness has found a landmark to add to a foundation to the souls that let it take over them. memorys from a father to a son, to a daughter to a loved one have been forever forged here. no matter how much of are climate changes and reshapes this land all these memorys will stay embedded. unknown to the common folk who stumble upon this stretch of beauty. it will always be there. One cold day. a philosopher, a poet, a man in search of answers that roam uncontrollably through out his body decides to ponder in this place as he seeks an inner answer for his search for peace, harmony and happiness that has been in a bit of a recess for what feels like an eternity for him, hide and seek let your childish memorys take you away as you remember what defines the meaning of hide and seek. this poet feels nothing more then sinking in the ocean like the flat long rock he threw to skip. counting the times its bounces back after hitting its surface. this imagery slowly creeps its way into visualization that it almost resembles himself. beauty in 5 seconds that most in this beautiful world probably have never considered, never captured. he stands up, takes his steps forward. the paralyzing feeling slowly diminishing. each link in the chain that has kept him bound slowly disappears. He begins to wish he had on sandals instead he imagines the feeling of the small pockets of sand away from the rocks creep warm heat into the spaces in between his toes even though its a cold summer set day. he makes another step. his thoughts tend to take him over and do circles each step he takes, each breath he takes. before the poet realizes where he stands he feels the water rush up his legs. as he opens his eyes wondering why he had them closed. he reaches into his pocket to throw another rock he has been holding onto long before stumbling into this beautiful abyss that captures moments unknown to all the unknown souls who have wondered here. he kisses the rock, looks to the distance and tosses it.
before the last skip even came the poet had turned around. he knows from this moment on nothing will be the same again but not in a dark gloomy unpredictable way. more in a way that is so new. another adventure, another moment soon to come like the many before who forever embedded there memory's here. a new start. not one wished upon but one that found its way to him, who is watching over the poet making sure there is ground every step he takes? the answer lies in himself. just like it does for you.


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My Fingernails Will Grow Back

Big Sur Jade Cabochon

Broken from off underwater cliffs
Slowly pushed by tides and currents
Found by me during a low tide
While searching along Jade Cove
In Los Padres National Forest
Cut into quarter to half-inch slabs
The cut again into an octagon
The octagon grinds down to an oval
A flat surface down to concave
Grounded first with coarse wheels
Then again with finer wheels
Buffed and polished to a high sheen
With powdered sapphires
A new Big Sur Jade Cabochon



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Forever-Part 1

Out on the beach with an amazing guy. The sun's so pretty, the sun's so bright. We're walking and talking about all our good times, against the world, hand in hand. Smiling and walking on the beautiful LA sand. We sit on a bolder and watch the sun set. It's an amazing day, one I will never forget. You slip your arm around me as we as we look at the beautiful sea. "I love you," I say as we feel the cool evening breeze. "I love you too," you say and pull out a small black box. I look at you, smile, and my heart stops. You open the box to reveal a beautiful ring. "Will you marry me?" you ask as my eyes fill with tears and my heart starts to sing. My smile gets wider as I say "yes". You pull me close to your chest. I gently kiss you as a tear rolls down my cheek. You brush it away and smile at me. "I love you," I say one more time. "I love you to baby," you say as you smile, "now your deffinitly all mine."

 

Today's the day, the day that starts the rest of our life. The day you become my husband, the day I become your wife. The last time I saw you was last night. But I woke up to a beautiful sight. A bouque of beautiful red roses lie on your pillow with a note on top. "I love you," it says, "and I can't wait to see you." I smile and whisper "I love you too." I take a shower and walk down to the beach to see how much is done. I step onto the hot sand and I feel the hot sun. It's almost done so I start to head home. I need to here your voice so I call your phone. "Hey babe," you say, "is everything okay?" I tell you everythings fine, I just need to hear you. I tell you I love you. You tell me you love me too. You say you have to go but you'll see me soon. "Okay, I love you," I say and look at the clock, it's almost noon. "I love you too," you say and the line goes dead. I look in the mirror and put my hands on my head. I smile and start to get ready for tonight. The first night of m new life.

I take a look in the mirror one last time. Just to make sure my beautiful dress is fine. I walk down to the beach and wait by the gate. I fix my veil and look at my friend. "You look amazing," she says and puts some flowers in my hand. "Thanks," I say and smile. I can't wait to walk down the aisle.


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Still Screaming

 

My world today is a pallet of grey
like the skies above without my love
in the thermals the eagles soar
within my heart the feelings roar
crystal grey clouds shadow my life
the joy I hoped for has become strife
ascending on wind my eagles take flight
wheeling and turning till out of my sight
they've spent their day dancing for me
weaving and playing between the trees
my happiness with them seems to be gone
over shadowed by feeling I do not belong
they cascade with grace above the slate sands
diving and rising in their life demands
I've walked the beach to watch them play
why is my joy in it gone with this day
the answer is there I won't speak it out loud
with my mind and heart in the fog of this cloud
anon my dark cloud has clothed my light
and become prostrate hopes that were bright
where is my warmth and the glow of its coals
the war and the peace dividing our souls
the things I believe have met a brick wall
to the heart of another I have given a call
It has taken no comfort in words I have given
the displays of my heart which I have striven
I have made my soul naked to open his eyes
perhaps like my past he sees it as lies
you know nothing as nothing he gave
even if my heart to him is a slave
god of my heart where is my release
why can't I shelve it and be at peace
my mountains, beach sand, birds and her rains
with joy I walked them the treasures I gained
my fields weren't fallow or so I thought
but fertile within the heart that you wrought
the steel of the plow raketh my ground
and soil that bleeds is what I have found
the one I could trust and my soul bare
the joys of my heart that we could share
the rich treasures I found in his mind
reflecting his heart that's so hard to find
soil that is rich and teeming with growth
prolific in thoughts to give up I am loath
with tears I have begged that I understand
how my heart could have fallen so hard for this man
barely two meetings with so little time
the first time I saw him , I wanted him mine
the thought that I had before I first spoke
was us on a mountain and my exile broke
the depth I saw lying deep in his eyes
in that well I have fallen but is it disguise
if I choose to refuse will my heart endure
how can I know if the feeling is pure
Never have such thoughts entered my mind
how can I know if their making me blind
I've laid them before you god of my soul
will they break me or make me whole
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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This Placid Warm Winters Day ..

Its a warm winters day.. the sun's shining high in the powder blue sky 
A  wisp  of a  feather cloud faintly visible is the  only cloud  to be seen
Powder blue gently blends  to light blue on  the  dark blue sea horizon
The waves  higher in  longer intervals  make a distinct  crashing sound
Dispersing into a frothy fringe reflecting blue sky in the wet  brown sand
Leaving  trails  of  bubble  foam  shimmering and glittering  with the sun.
Inhaling the smell of fish salty air a fisherman walks by with a bag of fish.
Pear-shaped loofah Moist lettuce green seaweed  Big leopard jelly slugs
 Long brown seagrass  fingernail seashells and yellow noodle seaweed
The light breeze causing the sea to shiver and shimmer with the sunlight
Hoofprints in the sand show two horses, one huge clydsdale horseshoe 
The second a smaller hoof-print, they had a gallop and a beach gathering 
And there is a new type of seabird to grace our shores, a  diving aquabird.
Another huge  kite is raised from the beach by the jeep in  the far distance
It looks like a figure with a fishtail..a mermaid perhaps holding something
Walking towards  the giant floating artwork it becomes clearer  the  figure
Is a muscley Merman with  gray hair and beard  holding a  flowing sword