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Details | Free verse | |

Paranoid love

Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind, 
we're not straining, we're not struggling, 
we're not sinking, we're just fine. 
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried, 
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time. 
Do you want me all the ways that I am? 
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand. 
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand, 
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand. 
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind, 
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine. 
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep. 
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires, 
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire. 
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin, 
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in. 
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same, 
pleading and begging for more than just a saying, 
but to feel and to see that im not alone, 
with being in this love thats overwhelming. 
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark, 
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark. 
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire. 
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or, 
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out, 
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out, 
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close, 
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go, 
why these tears are building up behind my eyes, 
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires 
and it desires to be your wife. 
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true, 
tell my my dearest what I mean to you, 
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind 
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine

Copyright © Jay Loveless

Details | Blank verse | |

Meeting The Soupers

"Your first poem was an 
excellent poem....you are 
welcome...." Commented 
skat on my first poem.
"Wonderful and deep 
poem....you are welcome 
to poetry soup..." That 
was Poet Destroyer.
"Wow you have touched 
my heart in a special way 
with your poem.....your 
new friend Leonora 
Galinta" said Galinta.
"Well penned" said 
kithinji and so many 
special poets.
Hearty words from these 
unique poets spurred me 
to write better poems.
Which they appreciate.
Poetry soup is safe haven 
where feelings and 
emotions are expressed 
in tangible forms.
An educational enclave 
where different forms of 
knowledge are 
exchanged like two 
hands washing eachother.
Am most humbled to 
meet these dazzling 
gems radiating warmth 
like the sun-a privilege it 
is connect to parts of the 
planet.
I believe we all will meet 
someday,not in the after 
life.
Leonora Galinta is an 
angel to meet,whom I 
admire amongst others.
Love to set my eyes on 
her delicate and graceful 
nature. See her graceful 
carriage, feel her gentle 
hands and smiles as she 
exudes sweetness. I pray 
hand of time will 
backwards when that 
day appears as we walk 
in the woods leading to 
silent deep blue sea with 
gentle breeze 
whispering...... A prolific 
writer as well.
PD will I meet 
someday,love her 
amiable nature,full of 
grace and charm. A 
prolific poetess.
Skat is lovely with her 
immeasurable words of 
encouragement.
Kithinji will I love to 
behold,to learn from him.
Have drink with Robin,
Alian, shake akinyemi, 
stroll with Joe, hv a hike 
with
Sibanda, dine with Ralph 
and you.
Saying hi and hugs to 
Paz Samelo.
Meeting the soupers is 
making a happy family.
   Am gliding like the 
eagle,soaring higher as 
the day pass by.          
you soupers are my 
strength.








Name:Ifeanyi Bob 
Ekechukwu.
(Baron Of Ebullion)

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu

Details | Light Poetry | |

Dragon An Army of One

Dragon got to thinking… And that’s always a frightening thing!
One of my son’s went into the Army, so he would do the same,
He’d been told, Soldiers are our Heroes, and he wanted to be one.
So he flew right down to the recruiters, and quickly signed up. Huh?
When I found he’d done it, the Army declared it a legal, done deed.
As a mother hen, I jumped up & down; for those silly clucks, to see.

True, an ancestor was a knight, but he’s 2 year old, too young, to fight. 
He still holds his blankie and nappie times tight… it wasn’t very bright.
All they saw was a big, fiery, weapon thing, THEY wanted to hold tight.
Grandpa Troll said, let him go, for they have a Dragon, by the tail, alright.
You know! He’d be home, in a day or two; the Army had much to learn.
So to the Army, Dragon did go! With tears in my eyes, I waved goodbye.

Then the fun began! The first night they couldn’t find him enough to eat.
His tummy growled, so nobody could sleep, and his blankie, it was gone!
Hurry up and wait, was the name of the day, so not a good Dragon Day.
Nappie times were frowned upon, so Dragon became grouchy and tired!
He marched so hard the earth did quake, flew to the end, to finish his nap.
The sergeant, not impressed, KP, & pealing potatoes became his thing, so…

He fired and cooked them clean, then toilets got a blue fiery sheen, it seems.
They put him in the field again, to crawl thru the mud, with bullets overhead.
He was temped to fire them up, you know, but as usual, he was a gentle soul!
Tired, he collected mud & stones, flew & dropped them, on the shooters heads. 
Until, They were all out cold. Missing the sergeant by an inch. Ooops! Yep!
Here we go again! He was to police the beautiful parade grounds, but, then… 

It came out crisp, not green. Now the sergeant was getting mad, mean & lean.
But when he tried to stand nose to nose… He stepped on little Dragon’s toes!
A sight ensued as never seen! The Drill sergeant’s eyebrows and his clothes…
Disappeared. He coughed and blew out a little smoke! Our hero came that day.
Yes… Walker Texas Ranger came to camp…but Dragon came over and…
Dragon cried in his lap, then Walker got him to do his chores, right after his nap.

Walker’s not dumb, you see! And serving second breakfast was the right thing.
Dragon then did everything, Perfect and looking, oh, so, fierce. But then again,
This time Dragon did his poopy thing… On the General’s wife’s prized roses…
Not a good thing! So the TRUE chain of command, Declared Dragon…
A baby again… Especially, when he cried, cuddled, and napped in her arms…
What could the General do? Orders are orders… they say, And the General…

He’s no dummy, so Walker brought Dragon home that day. My hero in the end!

Written by Carol Eastman 1-29-2015

Copyright © Carol Eastman

Details | Ballade | |

Being you

Being you

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

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

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

14 August 2013 @ 1410hrs.


Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Rhyme | |

Never Dream Within a Dream

-honestly...I have no clue why...- As I began to rest in my fickle dream Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep I was greeted by many a whisker And petulant snores from my sister The cat mewed ferociously and purred For there on the other side of the window—was a bird! It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass! And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm I swear my bosom was gone! The cat then motioned at the feathered brat For her bright breasts seemed extra fat Of course it wouldn’t have been that But I couldn’t just blame the cat! I opened the window only a crack And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?” Such pride she attained from my bosom Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!? The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly! She plopped to the ground and squawked I would have laughed, but I was shocked! The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!” Before I could think I had fallen to the ground To a booming, most terrible sound! My eyes then opened to a cat on my head As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

Details | Rhyme | |

PAUL CALL-ed-US

Maybe to Paul's soul
Creativity plays a big role
Poetry his one call
Winning his not main goal
In writing, he's a fireball


by
olive_eloi
2:07 am
04/03/2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

Details | I do not know? | |

I ''Lost''

When I love you I'll show it,
When I show it, I mean it... 
When I mean it, I'll say it... 
When I say it... Well... You win...

Copyright © Raymond Tarin

Details | Free verse | |

Princesses

Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!

Copyright © Smail Poems

Details | Rhyme | |

When The Sun Rises

Dear God, when the sun rises,
I can only wish for a better day.
I'm not looking for consolation prizes;
I know life can't go entirely my way.

I just want to love and be loved,
To have hope and a great faith.
Sometimes the choices in life are tough,
After sunrise creates a new day.



©2013 Honestly JT

Copyright © Honestly J.T.

Details | Epigram | |

Mom - You are my harmonious World

                       The poem is dedicated to my Mom..My bestest buddy ever..
                                         wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 Mom - You are my harmonious World!!!! 


      MOM you are a beautiful angel who always had an great heart of making my problems simpler..just cant compare you with anyone in this world..You have been moonlighting in my life since many years..you are my shadow,you are my strength,you are great friend of my mine..thanks for being the bestest mom ever in my life..you struggled so hard for curving my career,u painted ma life with colourful rainbows,thanks for ur patience when I get panicked,you knw how to handle me..My life will be incomplete without you..I can't spend a single day without having thought abt you..you always shower with an unconditional love..you are the  mesmerised persona..who lime lighted my life..my world..Wish you a very happy birthday and happy mother's day too..Love you mummy..



wrote by:
Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare

Details | Concrete | |

The Rising Red sun

                       Inspirational poem.. Rising Golden red sun all its way..dedicated to all 
                               of you  guys..wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare


                                          The Rising Red sun


As like the charming moon and  luminous star fades away.
It promises to send the dynamite sun shining in the sky.
Due to which oceano pearl glitters all the day.
Praying god for the happiness in all our way.

The morning sagas made me understand, Me and my vivacious life.
But When I look back and pick up the souvenir of my childhood. Its just nostalgic. Feel like to go back to the teenage. The sustained pain is the only option left that I can’t get those days of my innocence back.
All I could make up my mind and just say, move on. Just move on.

Ray of hope chimed my heart.
Because god gifted me Something and added in my cart.
Provided me and my sincerity towards work can’t depart.
From the very day uplifted to give a quick start.

The moment I realized the magnetising power of the sun.
Felt trust on it and renovated my life again by attenuating my pains.
Rest all I expect peace my thee.
Left with the ray of hope. Bless us  MY god, My lord !!!!!



Wrote by:
Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare






Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare

Details | Rhyme | |

The fox

The Fox.

The fox he bounced up to the toad
As everything around him glowed
He took her hand so tenderly
And said "hey sing this song with me"

The elephant told the kangaroo
“No matter what you say or do
You've got to have this dance with me”
And hummed a little melody.

They danced and danced
The whole night through
And really had a great to do
As their time they filled so merrily
All crazy, wild, and fancy free

The chimpanzee said to the clown
As he tapped his toes upon the ground
“Come laugh with me and have some fun
Let's dance and sing, hey everyone”.

The bear he laughed to see them all
As he drank some juice to keep him cool
Then he joined in all the carry on
As they played and danced the whole day long.

Peace, Socrares 1996

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Ballade | |

Off on holidays

Off on holidays

It's time to say goodbye
I'm off on holidays
My cousins, they are coming over
So we are off aways
To visit lovely margaret river
Our haven in the scrub
Right here in good old WA
Going to mingle with my blood.

We haven't met for A long long time
Me and my cousin sue
It's going to be a grand old time
I don't mind telling you
We've been here since eternity
But no one's dropped on by
But now my blood is coming over
I feel like I could cry.

We're going off to Margaret river
The whole damn family
There's us and Sue, Dave and dean
A great big band we be
I'll see you two weeks down the track
When I'll be back again
Ranting like I always do
LIke a man who's half insane.

27 September 2013 @ 1647hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | ABC | |

The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell

Details | Free verse | |

Heartbreak

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

T.K

Copyright © Tyler Kisner

Details | Free verse | |

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber

Copyright © Courtney Courtney

Details | Light Poetry | |

Dragon Out of the Mist

Out of the mist… In a cloud of smoke… Dragon is at it again!
Yep, He’s out to protect Innocence, Truth, and the American Way!
He grabbed his Superman cape, AGAIN! I thought I’d got rid of that thing!
Oh No! He’s headed to the park… Honestly! NOT AGAIN! Yep! The Park!

Besides the Trolls are taking Kung Fu lessons, over there, in their ninja garb!
Well, at least we’ll have a Fireman there… He owns the Dojo, don’t you know?
He might be giving lessons, for more than Kung Fu, with Dragon there, today!
Lord a Mercy! Hurry up, Grandpa Troll! There he goes, I running as fast as I can!

Yeah! I’ve got the extinguishers here, and a helmet for protection from Troll Clubs.
Yea, I know! Dragon is just dumb enough… to not recognize who they really are!
Gee! Why is it every time Dragon runs amuck, cameramen have to invade the park?
I suspicion, it’s our neighborhood witch, again, tipping them off, to make a buck!
 
WOW! Look at the crowds of people there! It’s like they’re waiting to see, maybe… 
Shakespeare in the Park! But, what they’ll get is a Super Dragon, without his luck.
Here comes our favorite policeman who patrols every day! I’d better run faster, I say!
He’s the one who got the burning pants… Last time Dragon Hood went astray!

Gee! I can’t get my breath fast enough… after running so far! OH! NO! NO, WAY!
Here it comes. The clash is about to begin. Wait, I got it! I’ll pretend to pass out …
Then Dragon will have to take me home!  That should save the day! I Hope!
What? Why does every one want to pound on my chest! I don’t need NO CPR!

Well, at least Dragon’s stopped chasing the Trolls. Ok! I’ll let them pound, some more!
HUH! Grandpa Troll is laughing Hilariously! He’s knows what I’m all about!
As soon as every one’s done practicing CPR… Surely, he’ll be able to get me out… 
Dang! Dragon owes me one! I wish Grandpa Troll would take the smirk off his face!

I’d leave if the fireman weren’t so cute! Gee! Now, he’s winking at me. Yep! OK!
He knows what I’m up to… Thank God, He’s calling Dragon to take me home.
Gee! Even Hubby will be laughing his pants off! This time, before it’s all done!
Next time, I’ll have a better plan! Isn’t it amazing what Dragon makes me do?

AHH! GEE! Don’t YOU laugh TOO! If you’d been in my shoes, what would YOU do?
But, Honestly, isn't it nice to know... That where ever in life I go...
There's always another adventure... Coming just down the road.
And there is plenty of room for you to come along and be there, too.

Copyright © Carol Eastman

Details | Light Poetry | |

Out of the Mist

From out of the Mist a Dragon roars… His second breakfast is way to late… Yes, He’s our Super Duper Hero Dragon… In search of Innocent Love, Truth, and the American Way. He can bound tall buildings in a single bound, Tho his wings help him a lot. And he’s faster than a flying penguin… Tho with the pigeons, he’s still trying to keep up! Right now he’s circling in for breakfast… Trying to figure out where to land. An aspirin is silently a waiting… By his breakfast for after he headfirst lands! Yeah! He won’t be competing with Superman, Not now or even in any time… soon… But when he dons that cape… His penguins positively swoon. Remember to keep him in your heart and minds as you go about your day. You know, he’s determined to be Famous; And All I can say is Amen! Yes, He’s our crazy fun loving Dragon, wanting to go there using my pen… Who knows? With the amount of trouble he gets in… He will probably… make it… in the end.
From Contest: Just Down the Road

Copyright © Carol Eastman

Details | Haiku | |

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother Day
To all those TV mothers
Thank you Florida
	


Writer’s note: I mean Florida Evans from Good Times. In my opinion she’s one of the best TV moms, and happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers in the real world!

Copyright © Robert Heemstra

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror

Copyright © Bill Kim

Details | Free verse | |

Cookies-Food For Thought

Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair

Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By  Deborah Finneran :)  2013

Copyright © Deborah Finneran

Details | Ballad | |

The birds are coming

The birds are coming
 
The birds are coming
The dusk be closing in
The evening silence, coming soon
Makes way for screeching din
Of crazy birds of pink and grey
All falling from the sky
Alighting near the feeding tray
As daylight starts to die

So beautiful, the sun shines bright
Pink feathers come aflame
As dancing, screeching, crazy  birds
Enjoying life’s sweet game
They argue as each pulling rank
Will try to get first feed
Those pink and grey galahs they be
A somewhat noisy breed.

Too soon, they’re gone
So very suddenly
They hurl themselves into the sky`
As off and flying free
They fly up to their safe abodes
Among the tall green trees
To slumber neath the starry skies
So wonderful they be.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Rhyme | |

Are You Happy With the Life You Have


Are You Happy With the Life You Have?

Are you truly happy with the life you have?
Or have you been discouraged and sad?

Have the things in life brought you contentment?
Or are you one who’s often filled with resentment?

The feelings you have, and the ambitions inside…
Is there some trouble that you’re trying to hide?

Everything you have…  God has given to you!
His promises are true! 
And he’ll never fail you!

The happiness you may be seeking,
 you can find in him!
You can find peace,
 hope and satisfaction within!

Christ can bring a healing that you won’t find!
Won’t you give him a chance? 
 While there’s still time?

What profits a man if he gains the world,
 or loses his soul?
Jesus loves you so much!
  More than you’ll ever know!

The opportunity is here, for you to take!
Won’t you give God a chance?  For heaven’s sake?

By Jim Pemberton    10/14/13

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

Details | ABC | |

Push Up

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

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

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

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

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


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




Copyright © pat roswell

Details | Rhyme | |

Thank You Jesus For Changing Me


Thank You Jesus For Changing Me!

Jesus reached down to my life 
and changed it!
His love touched my soul
 and “rearranged” it!

He brought to me his mercy
 and care.
That I may share his goodness 
to people everywhere!

He restored unto me the joy 
of my salvation!
And brought to my life 
a heavenly invitation!

He gave to me everything 
that I needed!
He brings the victory! 
 Satan is defeated!

He really loves you! 
 Won’t you believe him?
Just reach out to him now! 
 And receive him!

By Jim Pemberton    

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

Details | Rhyme | |

Human or Humane

Human or Humane – Zamreen Zarook
 
The precious creature of the divine lord,
One differ from other as the playings of harpsichord,
Every single was a pass chord,
So as to go for their fatal reward.

Muscular system is a part,
Nervous system is an art,
Skeleton system is again a handcraft,
Things matters on the beauty of the heart.

Showing kindness and sympathy,
You become a man of empathy,
This leads to be healthy and wealthy,
Where as it makes your life lengthy.

Dummy body is human,
Love and kindness within it is the humane,
decide and alter your membrane,
Before you reach the torture of the hurricane.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook

Details | Lyric | |

Envy

A day in the country

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

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

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

10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Villanelle | |

BEAUTY IN LIFE SPONTANEITY

Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Experiences uncovers blues and rhymes one couldn't find
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned

Culture, law, ethics and education; man learns and understand
Defining, refining and reminding they try to do to mankind
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined

Attempt to break traditions,"outside tries", don't be confined
Falling and committing mistakes will not leave anyone behind
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned

Reach for something in the distance, consider a wise stand
Drench without inhibitions, "LA VITA E BELLA" bear in mind
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined

Anxieties, fear, poverty and inferiority they can blind
Yet, live! live! embrace whole life! don't ever decline! 
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned

Remember! NOT everyone can be given a fair second chance
Affectionate at heart and sagacious mind, manage to combine 
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned


BY:
olive_eloi
2:14 am
03/28/2014

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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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Growing up and getting old

Growing up, and getting old

They're growing old, so very old
Their bodies wracked in pain
Their minds are working all the time
Just old minds not yet sane.

He's growing up, and gaining wisdom
They're growing old and stale
They're still playing the same old games
Not floating on the now

He so quietly takes his pain
He knows that it's 'just life'
They curse and fight all of the way
Yet he, he feels no strife

Cause he is growing up [not old]
He flows with all that is
While they grow old in misery
He grows up, with bliss!

27 September @013 @ 0705hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Lisa Maree

Dedicated to my darling daughter. Lisa Maree, the kindest girl in the world


Lisa Maree

Lisa Maree, you baffle me
You just don’t seem to care
You throw your money all around
And people who won’t share
Will try to take you for a ride
And you can’t always see
What some folk try to do to you
You’ve too much trust in thee.

Lisa Maree, it’s plain to see
That you’re a special girl
Though sometimes you go off on one
And mind goes in a whirl
Your heart is gold, pure solid gold
You’re as soft as heated honey
You have a sense of humor too
You even think 'you’re' funny.

Some might find you hard to take
These fickle kinds of folk
Will run you down for being you
And treat you like a joke
But fickle folk don’t mean a thing
You’re far above the rest
When you are helping someone out
That’s when you’re at your best.

23 August 2013 @ 1817hrs




Copyright © Peter Duggan