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Nowhere near a force of nature
Challenging a source 

Building what we can to  survive
A small measurement when we strive

Lessons when it comes to strength
Multiplying the time found in length

Stop and learn the sound of weakness
Hard to find when one is relentless

Improving in a mental task
The answers are found when we ask

Stamina mania, you and I
To perform bravely in all we do

pump for long
Never out of shape

The idea is to learn when ideas seem to fail
The wrong action is to bail

Thinking, thinking what could it be
Will not solve the problem between you and me

Practice is  the best energy
Memorize it and stamina will come naturally


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Once Was A King

There once was Castle just over the hill
That belonged to a King with an iron will

Nestled safely behind his Castle wall
With an army to insure they wouldn’t fall

It was clear for the entire world to see
Destiny would record him in history

The richest King in all of the land
A beautiful Queen at his right hand

He ruled the land from shore to shore
Tell me, “Could any man ask for more”?

Turns out this King had just one vice
He was so great he forgot to be nice

Against any force he was bound to win
So the devil attacked him from with-in

Such a great King skilled with the sword
Much too great a King to turn to the Lord

Watched his entire Kingdom crumble away
Because he was to great to kneel and pray

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I was a bright, outgoing boy, who sat at the front of the class.
Then, one day that all changed, i feared to even raise my hand for a pass.

I had many close friends, loved sports and school plays.
Then on that day fear beset me, and long gone were those days.

I remember my school, i knew it inside and out.
But now i have blank spots, certain things i've shut out.

Thanks to God and His mercy, i don't recall that foul act.
But i know that it happened, no doubt, that's a fact.

Now, to the person who did this, i have nothing to say.
But, my God will remember, and He'll get you someday!

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The Leader Bunny

All the little bunnies were lined up for a race. Why, you may ask?
Because the dear old Leader Bunny was stepping down with grace.
He had led the others for years without disgrace, in all pursuits.
He was their advisor, friend, and confidant... solver of disputes.
Such a lofty position was dearly sought by all…from all around.
But he could pick only one to wear that lofty, wonderful crown.
So a race was determined to quickly resolve, the question therein.
And a lovely little laurel crown was offered, to the one who did win.

Now many strategies to win emerged from within the race.
The most common was the notion to set the fastest pace…
A few would use tricks that might hurt, in order to slow others down.
A few were mean, for they wanted the power that comes with the crown.
Two were clever and would catapult each other at the very end.
A few just practiced running to gain the added stamina needed to win.
Only one little rabbit found shoes for the poor, for it was a rocky trail.
And when the race began he helped those hurt in the prevail.

Now the dear old leader had never actually worn a laurel crown.
His had been symbolic; his works had brought him his renown.
When the Leader Bunny gave the laurel crown to he who won the race…
Only a few were surprised, when the little helper won the Leader’s grace…
Though some would go on to complain because he had come in last…
It truly takes someone who knows how to serve, to lead and guide the rest.
But my moral to this story is that…. Regardless what some may think…
It takes compassion to correctly lead…and sometimes the last can be the best…

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Loony Tunes

<                                        Cascading lakes and streams
                                           The loon stands out it seems

                                           Minnesota's state bird
                                           I know it must sound absurd

                                           Adopted in nineteen sixty one
                                           Wails and yodels heard under the sun

                                          Black and white bearing red eyes
                                          Wingspans five feet can make one cry

                                          Body lengths up to three feet
                                          Yet  clumsy on lands and moss peat

                                          They are high speed flyers
                                          And great underwater divers

                                          They can dive up to ninety feet
                                          In pursuit of fish they want to eat

                                         They are even on our license plates
                                         An critical habitat drawn on metal slates

                                         Twelve thousand of these unique birds
                                         God that has to be a lot of turds

                                        But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
                                        Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues

Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog  Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet

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Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit

Earth is what we become and makes us whole.
 Air is the first and last thing we breathe in.
Fire is what consumes us and eats our sin.
 Water cleanses us, mind, body and soul.

Spirit is in us all and makes us who we are.
  Without these we would fall oh so far.

Invite them into our sacred circle and pay tribute.
 As we are condemned, we are resolute. 

We love fiercely and fight for our freedom.
 Ignorance breeds fear and unwisdom. 

Thank them for gracing us with their presence.
 While we give our thanks and recompense.

Exhilarated and feeling like a newborn child, 
 Wow this circle's "magic" is wild.

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Truth of Luck

"THE whole truth and nothing but the truth"

I have never failed or cheated, on any test I took.
Though I have taken best guesses upon one look,
I know I was a nerd, I read everything in every book.
Maybe that is why now reading is not part of my nook.
Poetry is the only thing I can handle by hook or crook.
I would have to read a recipe if I was going to cook.
Maybe there was one test that I almost failed, I took.
It would have been English, which I passed in a rook.
Now the only thing mostly I read is a manual book.
Except for poetry, which I read out loud, upon my first look,
Not that I am very smart, I guess luck is what I took.
Truth is, if it were not for luck, I would be a closed book.

written by
Cecil Hickman

this was my quest:
Cecilia, how about a truthful question!!!! have you ever totally flunked out on a test, or cheated on a test... I want the whole truth and nothing but the truth, in a poetic way... p.s... make your answer fun as can be... I think limericks, or couplets would do your question perfct..always..pd

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In for a penny, in for a pound
money makes the world go round.

“Baksheesh, pretty lady, Cleopatra eyes?”
foreign intrigue in a bantering guise.

“What do you want, My Queen?”
“Just for you, right here, behind the screen.”

One dollar, five pounds, the world goes round
in for a penny, in for a pound.

“Oh my beauty, please stay, please.
Come, come here, to my shop, stay for tea?”

“No hassle, so honest, nice things abound!”
Money, not love, makes the world go round.

*Baksheesh means a TIP in arabic.

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Willy the Wasp For Jan Allison

Willy the Wasp

There once was a wasp whose name was Willy

And some people thought he was really silly

Fluttering in between each humming bird feeder

Thinking his food was measured by a meter.

here were some things unbeknownst to me

Where would Willy the Wasp possibly be

Some say after he had heard nature calling

He started playing around with all the pollen.

Willy would distribute it here and there

Ended up all over the place and everywhere

All of his efforts had made much more room

For the nice fragrant flowers to start to bloom.

After all of Willy's history I further did inspect

He helps keeping control of a certain insect

And if you like me often find yourself frugal

You can go get your answers by going on Google.

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The Wise Ones will Rise

People who are kind and wise
their success will surely rise

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Nature's Single Dads - The Leafy Sea Dragon

Nature’s Single Dad’s

Gracefully swaying without need for speed 
Are creatures of beauty, disguised as seaweed.
Up to twelve inches long from tail to snout
These delicate creatures just drift about.

They carry, as they move like galleons in sail, 
Silk-like appendages, leafy and pale
On back spines, projecting as masts on a ship
Sailing the oceans, they rise and they dip,

To the rhythm of moon tides; full or neap,
They travel the seas; these Dragons of the Deep.
Through weed-covered reefs and meadows of sea grass
There’s neither a neigh nor a moo as they pass.
They resemble sea horses in flowing silk gowns
Drifting on rhythms, dancing up and then down.
They slow dance through the water just moving around 
No fire, no flames from these dragons; not a sound. 

The mother will lay two hundred eggs on Dad’s patch 
Of soft sponge, where safely they’ll hatch.
The sun flashes golden as she drifts on by,
While in the shadow on his tail, his offspring lie.

This single Dad of the deep tends a new generation,
Of Leafy Sea Dragon eggs; a fascinating creation. 
Less than one inch when first hatched from the eggs
As newly formed babies; ready for life without legs.

They drift as if they feed, gaining the silky covered bone
To a length of twelve inches by the time they’re full grown. 
The cycles of the moon dictate the rhythms and motion
Of this Leafy Sea Dragon in the great Southern Ocean.

The Leafy Sea Dragon is just one of Natures' Single Dads worthy of a mention for the survival of the species.

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The Library Man

How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see?
I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz’s..
He’d apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep.
He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn’t lie down to sleep.
Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn’t create a scene.

He’s kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role
When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control.
Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch.
There’s a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched.
I don’t know what I expected when he woke up and looked around.

But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn’t fazed at all.
Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in.
And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be.
And the librarians seem content to just let him be.
In the end, I was sorry I couldn’t buy him that lunch.

But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched.
I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste.
I just hope if it comes to that… he’ll graciously share this place.
The library even has computers from where you could write.
And the people there are varied and really rather kind.

I’m on the edge but whole family’s once prosperous are already there.
Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full.
The jobs don’t pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost.
Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream.
To give them some hope so they can go back there again…
And don’t just act toward them… like they’re your library man…
Give them back their American Dream as best you can.

Voice of Reason Contest

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The Art of Listening

I was read to as a child,every night at bed
Fairy tales, short stories, prose, or poems is what was read
Beatrix Potter, Mother Goose, Childcraft books were chose
But my favorite things to listen to were poetry and prose

I learned these things all by heart knew,when to turn the page
Mom thought I could read quite young ,was advanced for my age
But I was a fooler to those around ,cause I would memorize
Each page that was read to me, my reading was just lies.

I was fortunate to have a Mom that was well versed in liberal arts
I was read all sorts of things and would recite different parts
I listened to many poems from Percy,Keats,Frost and Thoreau.             
Wordsworth,Longfellow, Lord Byron sometimes we wouldn't know.

When a child is read to when very young they get well versed in rhyme.
Then writing them as they age is something that fills their time. 

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There is a lot to be said about the spoken word,
But sometimes it takes silence to be heard…

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Education vs Family - girl rising contest

Just a young  girl with hope in her heart
Enjoying education thats when the rows  start

Father wants her to get married she is only fourteen
Sending her to  Pakistan to marry a man unseen

Her heart isnt in it so she has said no
Locked her in her room nowhere to go

Remembers a number thats  hidden in her beads
Needs her phone now to her mother she pleads

Do you want to see me married to an old man
Wringing her hands as she pleads with her Mam

Please get me that phone let me make that call
Or a life of heartache will be my downfall

Risking her life her Mam gets the phone
She dials the number asking for help whilst alone

The young girl hugged her Mam for the last time
Knowing she will never see her family again

By defying her Tad she is no longer their daughter
If found by the family, they would definitely slaughter

It brings shame on the UK this is happening
Where are our laws to stop it occurring

The rights of parenthood should be restricting
Saving the life of these girls who think education is constructive

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Trust is it something earned or something given freely?
Do we have to have it in one go, or can we take it weekly?

Is it something that is measured, that we buy by the foot and inch?
Or is it sold only by weight, so we need to buy a pound or a pinch?

Trust if it is trustworthy, how does one really tell?
But we need to have it with each other, if we want to get on well.

Trust the word is simple, it is only five letters long,
But devastation follows-if we get those letters wrong…

Trust, one needs to earn, and not just  to expect it free, 
A word bandied about a lot, but it can be squashed just like a flea.

Trust one should be wary, but try never to leave it to late
Trust one hopes can come in sizes I’d like mine at five foot eight…

 BTW I am 5'8" 
© 25/09/2102~GG~

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Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places

<        this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written
          like the smile upon her face that looks nil and somewhat smitten

          and lochs of hair hanging instead of with bows and lace
          tell me my angelic angel have you fallen from God's good grace

          has your garments of thread gone out of time
          has your dance with the butterflies gotten out of rhyme

         have you been cast from your lovers heart
         or are you just looking to start over with brand new start

         has clouds silver lining rained upon your dreams
         has leafs dance gone frozen in crystal streams

         time stands still amidst wondering thoughts
         time stands still when lovers cant be sought 

Written By Katherine Stella 7/4/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's 
The Unwritten Contest
G.L. All      







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I received my report card today

I received my report card today
and "damn" was all I could say.
Where am I going with all these grades?
A child like me, what have my mother made?

How can I ever look anyone in the eye
when all I had to do is get my grades high?
And how will I cope when I already failed?
I was the head, now tip of the tail.

Maybe I was distracted and couldn't think
but all these months are gone in a blink.
I want to change...but it's too late
because this report already determined my fate.

Now I am lost, I couldn't try more
because nothing is interesting, everything's a bore.
I had dishonored my family and let down my life,
and to no man could I be his wife.
For who would want a disgrace as their dear?
and neither do I want to be their burden nor fear...

What can I do without a qualified mark?
The only place I belong to is the dark.
I tried so hard and got nowhere.
Should've realized life was never fair.

Those who did least, often got the best
and those who tried best always got detest.
It's a trend, an agonizing rule
that turned these geniuses to idiotic fools,
that broke their heart as the clock ticks,
that made healthy minds corrupting and sick.

The time has come to make up my mind
to face reality or hide some place only Death can find.
Maybe this temporary regret would remain
and make me suffer from inevitable pain.

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The Pleasure Has Been All Mine

<               I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you
                 Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views

                 thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars
                 or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores

                 maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port
                 in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort

                 from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark
                 beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark

                observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice
                within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice

                seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day
                dont let an overpowering object just get away

Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's

Writing In The Sublime

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Look Mom No Hands Couplet Challenge

<                                           I really hate to do laundry
                                             Why can't it be hands free ?

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Coco For Ten

<                               Coco was his name
                                 Spider monkey all the same

                                Dad worked for zoo
                                Feeder of Coco too

                               Brought the little guy home
                               Boy did Coco love to rome

                               Droppings here and there
                               Mom  covered up his dairy - air

                               Shoulders he did seek
                               Knocking  younger ones off their feet

                                Bananas and salted nuts
                                Made Coco dance and strut

                               Each day a animal of new
                               Dad brought home from the zoo

                               But the one I'll remember the most
                               Was coco who shared my daily toast

Tribute To 
Como Park Zoo
St Paul Minnesota

Coco And Daddy

Can You Imagine
A Monkey Playing
With 10 Kids  LOL


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"That's not my elephant!" You could hear her say,
As quickly she ran, caught on film, heading this way.

The 2nd graders all laughed as they watched the movie,
Many of them thought it was really "Groovee."

For this was a film shot of their teacher Ms. Ella,
Whose performance in it was anything but stellar.

She was running for her life as the big bull feigned his charge,
The one she was supposed to ride wasn't nearly that large.

But it made for a good chuckle when she showed her class
The home movie of her trip to India's Kyber Pass.

Soon it was lunchtime...the cafeteria line was fun
As they laughed about how fast their teacher could run.

Spaghetti was on the bill of fare
Passing it wouldn't dare.

Because they would need all their energy tonight
They had a test coming on the Bill of Rights.

Ms. Ella was a good teacher and her kids liked her a lot
But her tests were difficult as if she had some plot.

She would send them home with work to do,
But they learned from her film, not everything is work too.

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A is for angry, a passion hot and burning,
B is for beautiful, always a damsel yearning.

C is for callous, the ungodly wicked act,
D is for doting, such love can so much impact.

E is for energetic, big strong pocket Hercules,
F is for foolish, an unwise approach to my exercises.

G is for greedy, synonymous to a glutton
H is for hot temper, a destroyer of virtues gotten.

I is for impetuous, the risk of irrationality,
J is for joyous, a state of delight of souls nationality.

K is for kind, rewarding act of helping,
L is for loving, found a synonym for doting.

M  is for meek, angelic attribute and non-devil…,
N is for new, the same for the word 'novel'.

O is for ossified, father's rules rigid and fixed,
P is for peaceful, the calm feeling when kissed,
Q is for queer, strange like the itch from a peppermint balm,
R is for reliable, God's attribute in every Psalm.

S is for soft, the touch of a mother,
T is for tedious, boring, pants for another.

U is for united, one mind, a great entry,
V is for vociferous, my sister's repeated loud complaints to a tree.

W is for willing, not compelled like the call of saints,
X is for xenophobic, the fear of strangers' paints.

Y is for youthful, prepared to take on life's dangers,
Z is for zealous, the weapon of the power rangers.

So much fun learning vocabs of adjectives,
Like wielding magical powers of elves.

Ayoola Goodness Lanre is my name. Born 2nd of March 1989. I am a Nigerian. An 
English language teacher. A poet and other genres of literature. Love children.

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Dr. James E. Martin
©May, 2013

Reading is an education, many have learned,
Its results are gigantic and enjoyably earned.

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Aero Medical Institute

Where we muster and flock as assimilator,
To imbibe the noesis as accumulator,
O’er this institute majestically,
And to nutrify our thirst magnificently,

Where we summon our metier and furnish,
Skills with the optimistic savvy and burnish,
The alpha knowledge of our profession,
And to inwrought our mind with passion ,

Where we unitely ascertain and acquisition,
The basics of our instinctive disposition,
As to acquire mere about pallor,
Worth millions of dollar,

Where we arrive and depart,
And fill empty spaces or apart,
Of our noddle so this fit as fiddle,
To solve and alleviate the medical riddle,

This comes veridical to Aero Medical Institute,
An organisation of infinite magnitude,
Of ethics, courage, bravery and fortitude,
So I pen and pays tribute and gratitude.

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Dear Me

December 12, 2012

Dear Me,

Advice to Myself


Go through the open door
Dreams await you and more

Do not be afraid to fail
Learning in the end to tell

Life is hard, education is best
Independence is what I suggest

Some people are not always kind
Do not be rude but leave those behind

Be thankful for your blessings
Remember everything is a lesson

Be creative, experience life, be keen
Go to places you have never seen

Find your true love, your soul mate
You have time do not rush, it can wait

Changes, Suggestions to Myself


You do not listen to your mother
This time make sure you bother

Mistakes will always happen to you
This time a different path you choose

Boyfriends come and go, here and there
Thank goodness the last one you let out for air

Next time do not believe everything you hear
Sometimes people put make believe in your ear

Please do not dye your hair pink again
Leave the natural color or put highlights in!


All these things come with love
Whatever you do, believe in Heaven above.

Love, Me

David Williams “Hello/Goodbye” Contest

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

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They said I was chosen, one in a million Part of an elite few, the men among children Chosen to leave everything behind for education, Engineering students, the pride of the nation! Four years of hard work and determination, Came close to failure, arrears, termination; Dreams shattered, spirits broken, total annihilation; New goals, new beginnings, rose up, rejuvenation. Attended classes, learned stuff, ultimately forgot it Placement time we revised, made up stuff, they bought it Now we are placed and getting ready to face the world We overcame; we conquered; we are Engineers!

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Dirty Dan

<                             Driving along in my automobile
                               Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals

                               Should I stop or should I just Go !
                               Should I give Or Should I just say hell No !

                              But what if that was me
                              Crying out with such pitty

                              Not knowing where to get next meal
                              Three kids crying at worn out heels

                             Cardboard boxes to call our home
                             Dumpster diving for pieces of foam

                             Think I'll give him a piece of my pot
                             Opened wallet and gave him alot

                             A nice twenty came on out
                             Wiped out was his sadden pout

                             Drove by an hour later
                             Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter

                             Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed
                              Just hope he finds a better suitable home

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Pet Sit Panics

<                                             Dam Dog !

                                               What a hog !

                                               Ate Cousins Dope !

                                               And Started To Choke !

                                                Starry Eyes !

                                                Wobbly Thighs !

                                                To Vet !

                                               250 Dollars I Bet !


                                               More Test !

                                               They Suggest !

                                                Hell No !

                                               Let's See How It Goes !

                                               Just Needs Sleep !

                                              And Plenty Of Water The Little Creep !

Entry For
Sharon Tideswell
Pet Sit Panic's Contest




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Goodnight Moon

<                                              Goodnight moon
                                    Only God knows if I'll see you soon

                                    As I stand under this canopy of stars 
                                    It looks as if you're riddled with scars

                                      From your illuminating harvest glows
                                   To those frosted faces from a winters toll

                                          You even play your peek a boo
                                          With clouds that shuffle by you

                                            Don't you know I love you so
                                         So please stay and don't you let go

                                               You're my guiding light
                                       My shining armor through-out the night

                                    The crickets are even playing our love song
                                             So let's dance all night long

                                         For I know the sun will be rising soon
                              And we'll start hearing yodel calls from a loons tune

                                             Well    goodnight moon 
                                          You've slipped away all to soon

                                                    It's been fun
                                        Dam ! now here comes the sun

Entry For
Deb Guzzi's 
Harvest Moon Contest
G.L. All










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Classes and glasses

The longer 
the classes,
the stronger 
the glasses.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Into the Valley of Death.....A.L.T

What of violence and God, is death simply a part of life?
as each creature large or small lives through strife.

And, righteous wrath, what of its source
a mere aberration of mans faulty mental course?

Surely, some claim to hear the Almighty Voice,
Yet, do they not simply make a human choice?

Violence is brought upon man by man;
how can it exist, we ponder, without God’s Hand?

Malnourished or over stimulated human kind
find murderous meanings in the convoluted mind.

Anger, does not motivate the most High and holy state,
man has given false meaning to accommodate.

The wise will look strongly toward mortal gain
when caught between righteousness and pain.

And speak less often of righteous anger with firm nod
Let man step lightly, for he knows not the mind of God.

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Atoms and Energy

Every matter has atoms in it
Whether its gas,liquid, or solid

Potential energy is in an object due to its position
Other than position,it is also based on its condition

The energy of motion is called kinetic
When an object has kinetic,it is energetic

The energy that is stored in batteries are called chemical
When it is not being used,it has potential

solar,potential,kinetic,and chemical
Light,thermal,electric,sound,and mechanical

There are lots more info. about atoms and energies
If you want to learn more,you can search with ease

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A False Reality

You're an illiterate literate, a contradictory existence
Your stupidity is obvious, your ignorance, consistent.
You major in directions and minor in detail
Yet you speak in tongues and write in braille.
You base your thoughts off of hopes and dreams
Off of useless prayers or so it seems,
No one can dive into the depths of your mind
For it's an endless pit, an abandoned mine
Ignorance is bliss, or so you say
With that saying, you lead the way. 

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Smile Your On Candid Camera

<                                         sphinx ~ head
                                             who ~ said

                                           roman ~ God
                                           without ~ bod

                                           shadow ~ illusion
                                           causing ~ confussion

                                           butte ~ mesa
                                           I ~ guess ~ a

                                           transition ~ zone
                                           with-out   ~ phone

                                            oh ~ my   ~    cydonia
                                            don't ~ all ~ just ~ wanna ~ ya

Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Sphinx Head On Mars Contest
G.L. All

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They say “God has forsaken us just look around”
Wars and storms are destroying our hometowns,
They say “if there is a God why are so many in need?”
People are steeling and lying with hearts overwhelmed with greed
They say “It’s all Gods fault”… man takes no blame,
We curse God, push him out of our lives, and then accuse him when we are put to shame,
Oh blinded world filled with an abundance of vanity
You speak evil of him with mouths filled with profanity
Disobeying all he has commanded us to do
His rules were made to keep us safe, to avoid the chaos in which we now suffer through
They say “God is far and he doesn’t care”
When it is our hearts that have turned from him, grown cold, brittle and bare
All we have to do is repent and change our wicked ways
Then in the blink of an eye he will restore us to our golden days
But human pride thinks it can beat him and reason thinks it will win
Read the bible, rebelliousness is how destruction all begins
Society gets darker and more corrupt each and every year
Many are growing hopeless and becoming overwhelmed by fear
God never left us… we as a country left him
God cannot bless a nation who is worshiping sin
In his infinite mercy he has allowed judgment to shake up his lost sheep
Those raindrops you see are his tears…yes our God does weep
Wake up great nation remember why we have been incredibly blessed
It’s not because we’re so brilliant it’s because our forefathers made vows to God that we would give him our best
Generations are born and then they die
It is our obligation to leave a legacy about our creator who is more than just a mystery hidden in the sky
His eyes watch over every human, animal, insect and tree
His love holds this entire world unconditionally
So take some time to consider how fragile are lives really are
Man can’t stop natural disasters or shootings by a mad man in a car
Live each day in love, forgiveness and submission
Put away idolatry, lust and religious tradition
Make a decision to have a “personal” relationship with God alone
And watch how life will change for you whether you’re young or already grown.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 11/6/12

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Fur Ball

<               my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
                 to me my heart just hasn't been quite set

                 but who could resist those baby brown eyes
                 and all those little wimpers and desirable sighs

                 so off we went in our broken down wagon
                 where the rear end you could tell was sagging

                 to petland is where we went
                 pocketbook really took a dent

                 odie and garfield was their chosen names
                 two bunny hampsters very different but the same

                 oh my little girl was not yet done
                 said mama we need hampster ball so they can have alot of fun

                  and don't forget their bedding liners
                  so their living will be much finer

                  but first you must buy them their cage
                  oh my little girl is quite smart for her age

                  she knows they like fruit and snacks
                  so she doubled order with ten sacks

                   ring ring ring ding ding ding
                   did it's cash register ever so did sing

                   eighty five fifty
                   well ain't that nifty

                   handed lady one hundred
                   mumbling under breath was said

                   left store in a hurry
                   with our clothes looking so dam fury

Written By Katherine Stella  7/3/11

Entry For Francine Robert's
Pick A Pet Contest
G.L. All

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Arthurian Legend Part 1

Uther, the High king of England 
fell in love with the Lady Igraine
Knowing she was married to Gorlois
he decided to fight the walrus

For he was the Duke of Tintagel
that Uther wanted to mangle	
‘Thus he defeated his enemy’ 
and took her, his wife to be

The High King delighted to tell
of Merlin’s magical spell
How he’d become Gorlious in disguise
and fooled the Lady Igraine to socialize

Tintagel castle was full of joy 
celebrating the birth of a baby boy
‘Twas Arthur they had named him’
a bonnie baby small and slim	

They lived in a dangerous time
where Saxons attacked without sign
So Uther gave his son for safety
to his immortal wizard thats greatly

In time Merlin fostered him away
to Sir Ectors where he would stay
Raised in the Cornwall countryside
where he grew strong and very wise	

He grew up with his foster brother Kay
not knowing his real parents any way
He didn’t know he was heir to the throne
until later when it became known

King Uther died and no one knew
about His son that should over rule
So arguments broke out everywhere
who should be King, who would dare

But Merlin had a cunning plan
to make Arthur take a stand
For he was the true king and heir
a kingdom he would rule and fair

A mysterious stone magically appeared
in St.Paul’s cathedral, in the garden rear
Extending out, was a huge sword
a message inscribed to my Lord
Whoever pulls this sword from the stone
will be the rightful High King of England’s throne

© Copyright 22nd December 2010 K.C.Leake

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Eyes do Weep

When my son was young and so very, very wild… 
I loved him dearly for he was my child.
But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep.
I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep.

We found a private High school with new peers to seek.
Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap.
He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again.
But the day he was on his own, became the best that’s ever been.

His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out.
Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout.
I’ll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed.
I’ll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know.
Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids.
They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids.
All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right.
They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life.
They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse.
Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse. 
He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance.
He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience.
My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last.
And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...

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Would You Like One Lump Or Two

<                                               Only one
                                              Mastoid  begun  

                                               Behind  left ear
                                               Boy  did it appear

                                                 Mom freaked
                                                Dr. she seeked

                                            Thought it was mumps
                                             But was a larger bump

                                                  Fead me pickle
                                              Didn't and wasn't fickle

                                                 That's all I know
                                                 From 50 years ago

                                             So Check newborn ears
                                   For ungodly lumps that suddenly appears

Entry For
Catie Lindsey's
Baby Boo's Shoes Quicky Contest
G.L. All


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About Poetry

Ok, so your poetry can be what you want
but most of this drivel belongs in the dump.
Most of my poems are bad, i admit, 
and like this one, they'll go in the garbage bin.
But sometimes a real gem nags to be born;
it won't go away, you must give it form.
These are the poems that interest me,
not random idle chatter incessantly.
I don't want your comment if all you can say
is "nice write" or "good job"; i don't need it, okay?
The path is now littered. Where does the trail lead?
I can't see the forest for all the dead trees.
Do you ever use a notepad, proofread and revise?
Take another look with your critical eyes?
Take your time. Let the thoughts stew around in your brain
before you slop them all down on the page.
Think deeply, think longer. Grab a reference book.
Take pride in the measure of time that it took
because, it will be more obvious
that you are sincere, 
when you inspire us.

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Blood on the Ballot

No body wants to hear it,
See it, feel it or be near it.
Even the picture of an aborted fetus;
Where would that reality lead us?

But what if we saw it every day?
Those horrors our babies must pay…
so convenience, lust and greed can survive.
Could we watch these babies filleted alive?
Or …would we think ourselves as humanely magnificent,
If instead, we poisoned them with an abortifacient?

Nobody wants to hear it
See it feel it or be near it,

Even the picture of an aborted little person
causes our anxiety to worsen.
Oh horrors! The shame of it all!
Who put that picture on the wall?

Who had the audacity to open that door?!..
to factually show me what I’m voting for!
Their blood on my ballot is my voice!
Don’t they know it’s a woman’s choice?!

Others of us say, “Take that picture down. Be nice.
Being nice and kind to all will suffice."
But this fall in the privacy of the voting booth,
These same nice folks will get real long in the tooth.

We will pretend our “choice” ballot doesn’t matter,
causing a baby’s blood to splatter….
Then go home and act real nice,
After all … won’t that suffice?

written by 
Robert A. Dufresne
Sept 2, 2012

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Dog's Life?

Never do I sit in thought, of why my life's a mess,
You have no life dear masters, that's something I must profess.

I'm never stuck for what to wear, I have one and only coat,
No jeans, no sweater or dresses, not even a little tote.

Never do I need direction, in education or career,
I sit around by the fireplace, with my floppy ears.

Contraception is never a necessity when I ‘hook up’ with a mate,
There’s no tortured analysis of last night’s disastrous date.

Though life's not always roses, danger, dog-pound, strife,
I'll consider myself lucky to cross the road with my life.

I might get a little frisky, produce puppies here and there,
But the vet's knife will stop my fun - Don't think that's very fair!

If I ever bite or nip you, I won't exactly be your favourite pet,
I could be going for an eternal sleep, back to that fun-stopping vet.

So do I really have 'The Dog's Life?' I'll leave it for you to decide,
Luxury or Jeopardy? Would you like my life? Or would Woe betide?

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Birds and bees

21st February 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Hey mum and dad please do not lowly hum or keep mum,
When by your little one asked “where do babies come from?”

Narrated over and over this metaphorical tale,
Many scoff to tell, be it female or adult male.

Birds are like men and fly as they please,
Bees are like women, dedicated to their queen, to her whims appease.

Bees sit on and pollinate the flowers,
By, buzzing around many and over few hovers. 

The birds spread the “seed”,
These to the “gen next” they lead.

This is about birds and bees  a short verse,
On a topic, proscribed and taboo which parents surely must never be averse

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Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.

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I asked the Lord for guidance, He gave me a choice today,
I could live my life how I wanted or I could follow in His way.
The road that I had taken, was a long and narrow path,
I strayed beyond the boundaries of His patience and His wrath.

I asked the Lord for wisdom, He gave me another choice,
I could pretend that I was deaf or I could listen to His voice.
I thought I needed education to prove that I was smart,
Intelligence was lost on me because I had hatred in my heart.

I asked the Lord for fortune, He said the choice was mine,
I could be have wealth, but I'd have to leave him behind.
I thought that money could buy happiness, not being poor.
So caught up I was in this world, I ignored every open door.

I gave the Lord my answer, the choice was mine to make,
He would surely guide me but the path was mine to take.
Wisdom came from experience, my fortune came in praise,
It is my choice to follow Him, for the rest of my days.

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Words Gone Rag

what a pity
how absurd
college grads have lost their words
latent grammar
dead vocab
grab at every
prep they have

don't know what the trouble is...
at computers they can whiz

don't know what will happen next----
whatever it is
will be found
in text

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Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest

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In Search Of Jacob

<          riding home with brother and friend from convenience store
            this masked man got out of his trucks door

            asked each boy what was their ages
            made them place bikes in ditch or face guns gauges

            Jacob was the oldest of the three
            just 11 good gracious golly

           St Joseph Minnesota close to St Cloud
           days weeks month lined with flowering shrouds

           his mother and father got congress to sign an act
           for crimes against children and sexually violence attacks

           now there is a bridge of hope
           called Jacob Wetterling foundation so families can cope

           our little lost sheep
           we still to continue to shed tears and weep

           for there is still an unmarked date
           where death has not been filled in on your headstones slate

Taken Oct 22 1989 From St Joseph Minnesota

In Search Of Jacob Wetterling still goes on

You Are Not Forgotten 



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Wisdom's Hide and Seek

There is simplicity inside the eye that opens oh so wide to pain
Then closes to release the grain and rest the mind to hide again.

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The Days are Here

Time is ticking, where do you stand
Oblivious to who really controls your land
Working class… working fast
While working many perform crafty tasks
Promises for peace, truth and understanding
The undertone requires sacrifice and branding
What will you do on that day?
The bible says many will go astray
What will you think when there’s no order?
And you find out they regulate all your borders
Greed consumes the majority
It’s as if you’re already in their sorority
Fallen into the webs and traps
 Inside media, hip hop and rap
So many sink into the lies
Of hypocrisy and compromise
Judgment comes within the church first
Many of Gods people seem to live the worst
You can manipulate people and alternative places 
But I pity the day the lord rebukes all those faces
Repent while you can, turn from sinful desires
To save yourselves from the eternal fires
Seek Godly counsel, surrender your will
So your life’s purpose can actually be fulfilled.

By: Sabina Nicole

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Another Everest

Icy flowers and the old door...
My school with one floor,
27 steps of stairway, eroded,
About 4 times daily loaded,
Forty years with the snowman`s rhymes,
On the top of the world, how many times 
He separated the day from the night,
His dewy good smile breathing the light?

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Arthurian Legend Final Part

The battle for the kingdom was so intense
dead bodies were used to build defence
In the end few people survived
King Arthur, Mordred and Sir Bedivere ‘sighed

Now Arthur had forgot his enchanted sword
Excalibur, his mighty reward
He battled with Mordred in single combat
but was fatally wounded from Mordred’s attack 

Mordred lay dead upon the ground
and Arthur’s blood from his wound streamed down
He ordered Bedivere to get Excalibur from the palace
and throw it back in the lake, for his malice

Now Arthur asked “what did you see”
Bedivere answered, “nothing I promise thee”
So Arthur asked him twice more
on the third time he replied, “a hand I saw”

As he lie dying three queens appeared
and carried him off  to a boat, with tears
They rowed him away with a cry and a song
to stay forever in Avalon

Never was there a sovereign of Briton
As King Arthur, his legend and tales, still written
He formed the Knights of the Round Table
Gathered together friends and fables 

Kyng Arthur and the twenty four 
Sir Galahallt, Sir Launcelot Deulake, Sir Gauen, Sir Percyvale, Sir Lyonell, Sir Trystram 
Delyens, Sir Garethe, Sir Bedwere, Sir Blubrys, Sir Lacotemale Tayle, Sir Lucane, Sir 
Plomyde, Sir Lamorak, Sir Bors De Ganys, Sir Safer, Sir Pelleus, Sir Kay, Sir Ectorde 
Marys, Sir Dagonet, Sir Degore, Sir Brumear, Sir Lybyus Dysconyus, Sir Alynore, Sir 

© Copyright 30th December 2010 K.C.Leake

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How blessed I am that you are in my life
Not a day goes by when I do not think of you
You make everything alright
To you I do not have to prove myself
For you know me
I love you

How blessed I am that you are in my life
How honoured I am to be a part of yours
Memories made and shared
With you the one I love
My friend, my lover, my queen
'Til the end

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Invisible's Invincibility

I am an invisible man.
Try and see me if you can.

Shy and quiet I remain alone.
Silent is my voice’s tone

No one can feel my pain and sorrow
As I hide inside of my burrow. 

Shadows consume my body and soul
As I embrace the misty cold. 

The reason for my unseen being
Lies in the fact I hate being seen.

This life and existence’s of my own choice
And I choose not to have a voice.

I am silent. Invisible. Inexistent.
Yet I am invincible, an immortal being

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Gold is Gold

Gold with shining yellow blaze
As if born out of golden sun rays
Precious, prestigious since ages
Gives to the hearts boiling crazes

Glitters in the crown of the kings
Gives the needy powerful wings
Looks so blameless and winning
But makes crazy hearts cunning

Its force of influence is stunning
It makes every stability running
It is so handsome and masculine
That it is loved by every feminine

But its real cost is in its character
It down casts every other factor
It’s capable of changing the world 
Its way through is never hurdled

May God grant all heart like gold
Shining with the thoughts bold
Pure, long lasting and faithful 
Rich by heart and ever cheerful

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Everyone Should leave a Legacy

So many people love to tell others what they should do,
They point their fingers and whisper words of ridicule,

They Judge the world with the words they so often speak,
Look at others that are struggling, as if they are weak,

So many claim to have it all figured out,
Their statements scream they know what life’s all about,
While they Pass by strangers with looks of shame,
Little do they know we are all the same,

You can dress the flesh in whatever you’d like,
Suits from Armani and dresses of prestige delight,

The truth remains simple and bare,
In order to live we must breathe the same air,

We are naked and exposed when we all stand in our showers,
Yet we lie to ourselves thinking we possess so much power,

For at any moment disaster can destroy all we worked so hard to maintain,
We can be sentenced to a life with no title and no name,

The masks we wear tightly can suddenly melt away,
We can be left on the side of the road with nothing to say,

God forbid, we breathe our very last breath,
Earlier than we ever expect,

What would our legacy be?
Did we ever stop to help anyone else that was in a tragedy?

Or did we live like hypocrites and canker worms,
Treat those who were under us like contaminated germs,

We all have a day that’s written in the sky,
Let’s live with purpose before we have to say goodbye.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: Fine line

It’s fine to be successful and work hard for what you have, but too many people make their title such an obsession that they forget about their families and friends. They forget how to love and listen; they become judgmental and critical of other people and begin to look down on people. Some even forget where they came from once they get where they want to go, while others simply never cared to look around to begin with.
There is a fine line…

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Fundamental Questions

I can't say the catty word, much less ******?
I can say dick, prick, hard on anything but the anatomical *****?

Isn't it weird there's a lotta guys named after *****es
and very few women (I don't know one) named after ******s?

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Greener Version 2

I've learned about the Earth while I've watched it die,
while getting facts and figures as to how and just why.
And never understood why so many have lawns
not noticing the animals and trees are gone.
I'll vote for politicians if there's one I think is new, 
but truthfully I haven't given him a job to do.
And now the food and clothing and a shelter built for two, 
is steak and suits and mansions filled with hummers for a coo.
Our televisions tell us when something has gone wrong, 
and not of people doing things to help to keep us strong.
I'm starting to get greener as my fears are getting worse.
Yet waiting for an ending makes me think that it's a curse.

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Here Take My Seat

<                                          Racial      Segregation
                                             One         Nation

                                              Why   Oh   Why
                                              Did   King  Try

                                              Right   Or   Wrong
                                              Everyone   Belongs

                                              Black     Or   White
                                              Put        Up   Fight

                                               Americian    Made
                                               Blood          Gave


                                                Share        Wealth
                                                Spare        Health

                                                 Rosa         Parks

                                                 She   Did   Bark

Entry For
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Heaven Can Wait

<                                            left behind
                                              how divine

                                              his choosing

                                               my losing

                                            unfinished work

                                              must  assert

                                           I truly understand

                                         " God's"  choice in plan

                                     for " He " needs bigger wings

                                            to carry all my things

                                    and when those clouds spread eagle

                                      it will become finalized and legal

                                              my final destination

                                        will be "Heaven's" sensation

                                         and the reunion will be nil

                                     with family and friends lying still

                                               so for now I'll wait

                                       for my sweet "Lord" to set the date

                                              to return for only me

                                            in  clouds more of three

Entry For 
Catie Lindsey's 
Left Behind Contest
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Arthurian Legend Part 3

At his wedding Arthur received
a magnificent round table, he was pleased
From king Leodegrances of cameliard
graciously covered, impressively carved

As time went by Arthur decreed
twenty four men that would up heed
He made them knights and brothers to him
to keep the laws and not to sin

Twenty four knights, gallant and steady
to serve their king and country, ready
They sat round the table with one another
each one loving their fellow brother

One knight caught Arthur’s eye
his combat skills, extremely high
He made him his champion knight
Sir Lancelot, who relished the fight	

The knights became so well known
throughout Briton, throughout Rome
There fame spread around the globe
to foreign countries they all rode

Slaying dragons and fighting battles
their missions heard, with deathly rattles
At Mount Badon their glorious victory
defeating the Saxons, the rest is history

Now the people had peace here in Briton
but the knights became unsettled and ridden
So at mystic Merlin’s magical suggestion
Arthur listened and didn’t question
They sent the knights on a crusade
to the Holy land where they all prayed
In search of the Holy Grail
which became a wondrous tale

The roman Emperor was so impressed
with Arthur’s army and religious quest
And after a lot of talk and fighting
gave him the western half of Europe, in writing

Queen Guinevere had fallen for Sir Lancelot
he returned her favours quite a lot
He tried hard to control his heart
but his love grew strong from the start
Poor Arthur did not know
until his nephew Mordred, told him so

© Copyright 28th December 2010 K.C.Leake

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Explain to me the need for profanity
Words we so generously speak 
When our mouths have the urge to just leak
We defile and condemn
Again and again
As if we are uneducated fools
That lack proper communication tools
We are overly equipped with words to express our state of mind
Yet,I am baffled by what my ears seem to so often find
People never seem to damn themselves but don’t mind damning God
And sometimes I think I hear a prayer but it’s a mindless facade
For Jesus Christ made away for all mankind to repent
Yet every day I hear some man scream his name into cement
The day will come when we will be
Accountable for what we so freely decree
And I pled to all to manage their tongues
Especially around our younger ones
For they do what they watch
And they say what they listen too
Our mouths are swords that can cut and cause ridicule
Self-control is what is in a recession
And idolatry has become a common obsession
Let’s pause before we utter
Words that hurt God and our fellow brothers
Lets take a stand against cursing the divine
For when we are in trouble we use that same mouth to ask him for a sign.

By: Sabina Nicole

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Fortune Sally

Of all the broken fortune cookies Sally's saved for me
the one that meant the most was the one I'd not foresee.
Your faith's a law my cookie said
and soon I realized; I was lead.
Words so wise; I nibbled twice.
So few words; for one low price.
What to do with new found knowledge
armed with words I could acknowledge.
Who would guess a cookie taught.
Who had had this simple thought.
A Chinese man; perhaps a child.
Surely not; my Sally smiled.

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I am a party animal, my heritage is mixed
quite content to lounge about when conditions remain fixed. 

Suppose that’s the nobility which Krypton must provide,
maintaining stiff upper lip when I’m all buzzed inside.

Then too, I’m mostly nitrogen, which is very stable, 
tamping volatility of oxygen: it’s able

to combine with hydrogen (that’s also in my make up).
Uncontrolled? Oh that would lead to an explosive break up.

Carbon Dioxide? Its percentage varies night and day:
vegetative respiration, or so the boffins say.

I wonder why I don’t glow multicoloured in a storm:
my neon, argon, radon being Vegas lighting norm.

If I had more Helium the humans would sound squeaky.
I imagine the attraction of that chap Enrique

Would suffer greatly from affliction. He’d become mundane,
and prove downright offensive if I gave him more methane.

I’ve also Nitrogen Oxide, not Nitrous NO2, 
and a soupçon of ozone which had once protected you

from harmful rays from Out There much more than now is measured.
It seems that humans cannot see what really should be treasured.

I’m moved by friction of the Earth and pressure off the bat
while Coriolis effect pushes me this way and that:

north and south of the equator, the opposite I spin.
Any other speculations, my friends, are simply wind.

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Never do i get anytime
what i always aspire
my fate has seemed to be
turned into a great liar ......
               was it really my fault
               to think about so high 
               that even my fortune
               was forced to utter a lie
but no i didn't dream so much 
that i couldn't have fulfilled
It wasn't a burdenon me
but i couldn't achieve it still
              I have always been told
              to dream higher and higher
              but how can I do so
              when idon't get what I aspire
I aspire many things
but rarely do Iget them
with misfortune following me
towards my mayhem
              My bad luck is always bad
              and my good luck is never good
              what can Ido in such a case
              when i tried whatever i could
Every time after a failure
I decide never to aspire again
but my adamant heart
never understands and still tries to aspire

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No, No, No

Mary, Mary, quite contrary said no too many times.
The boyfriend did cry foul, and left her standing in her prime.
But that’s OK I tell you, he wasn’t the right man to make a team.
And she was looking for true love, that illusive, lovely dream.

The important thing to remember is what this means to you.
Waiting can make sure that true love, is really, really true.

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My Poetry Procedure

My Poetry Procedure 

 People prefer reading about a current event 
 So if it will be in each poem I have sent 
 Curious and interested readers then become 
 And more of my poems starting reading some. 

 What other subjects should they search for? 
 It might have become difficult to keep score 
 Have a certain procedure I must go through 
 So can be sure and certain poems arrive to. 

 Start typing them up in Google Mail first 
 For me is much better than being worst 
 Then to select readers start sending out 
 Who understand what poems are all about. 

 I put them all into Story Book and Poetry Soup 
 And just remembered the John B. Sloop, 
 But for now be sure to take all this in stride 
 My poems never have anything to hide. 

 James Serious Mysterious Horn 
 Retired Veteran

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I T could mean

…say independent tour
A time to gradually burst out
Out of one’s shell in LAUTECH’s pouch
Something within says ‘thank God I’m free.’
Deeper I know I have only come to see
What the future really taste like
Step by step I must peruse around without even a bike 
I must look and talk like the wise
Give a concise report of my tour avoiding lies
This tour would one day be technically judge
Though an independent tourist, I cannot dodge

…say Important Temptation/Trial/Test
A time to see if I actually have a stand
When money and love will shake my hand
Something within says ‘This’s no test but rest’
Deeper I know if it is not God, it is no rest
So I must decide where I belong
Even if others mock me as we journey along.
Truly there may be no saint to see
And encourage my believe
Yet I must be sincere to my God 
And bow not to any little god

…say Internal Training
A time to gather knowledge for the future
Build one’s self and set a standard picture
At a time I said, ‘I wish all this end’
Deeper I know if I slack, the future might bend
So I must build now mental strength
 Enlarge my reasoning breadth and length
‘How will I start to impact my generation?’
In my career without unnecessary imitation
And spiritual principles too
Must not  be under emphasized  as I journey through

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 I was going on a vacation with my family one day,
 We thought we would head down Louisiana way.

 It was great being with my wife and daughter, 
 Until I saw a black bird coming out of the water.

 It struggled to get to the beach we were on,
 When we looked again, it seemed to be gone.

 But it was there, floundering on the beach,
 Along with the fish, shrimp, and other birds just out of reach.

 All of them were strewn on the beach so far,
 Each was deathly sick, and blackened like tar.

 The sand which I knew should have been pristine,
 But the vision we saw was a totally different thing.

 The waves that approached were black with goo,
 Carrying more dead and dying creatures too.

 "Can't we help them, Daddy?", my little girl said,
 "Not now, dear, as most of them will be dead"!

 "But why are they dying?", she said to me,
 How could I explain about the oil from BP?

 "There was an accident from an oil company's rig", said I,
 My little girl looked at the animals and began to cry.

 I tried to explain that man uses so much oil,
 He has to drill in the earth, sometimes in underwater soil.

 "Well then we need to stop it if the animals die!"
 "I know", I said, "We just haven't tried".

 "I will try harder to not use oil", she said,
 "Especially if so many pretty creatures will end up dead!"

 I held her close and wiped her tears,
 Knowing full well that she was wise beyond her years.

 "I'll try too", I said to her,
 Not wanting to see this again occur.

 So I've made a pact with myself to be,
 Less OIL dependent so that others may see.

 If I have to walk a little more than so be it,
 It's better than having to watch the death of an Egret.

 Pehaps we could all take a stance,
 And with Big Oil, not take the chance.

 For anytime man's greedy hand gets into the mix,
 Then the environment is always in for a fix.

 But we can change, adapt, and try to help out,
 By being less dependent of Big Oil's clout.

 We had to come home early because of the spill,
 Like most people, we tasted that bitter pill.

 So now on a crusade with my daughter I will go,
 Trying hard to advise others and put them in the know.

 Especially of what I have seen thru my little girl's eyes,
 Those sickening deaths under clear blue skies.

 I will do my best to get others to stop in their oily run,
 Not only from BP, but Shell, Citgo, Marathon, and Exxon!

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You Snooze You Lose

<                                                  You Snooze
                                                     You Lose

                                                     Lazy Head
                                                     Get Out Of Bed

                                                      No Bread
                                                      No Fead

                                                      Big Bob
                                                      Get A Job

                                                      Soap Queen
                                                      Loves To Dream

                                                      Got Dough
                                                      Hell  No !

                                                      Rather Sleep
                                                      Then Leap

                                                      Sweet Dreams
                                                      Wanna Scream

                                                      Gotta    Go  !
                                                      Work You Know 

                                                      See    Ya    Later
                                                            Alligator !




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America after 1962

On June 25, 1962 prayer was taken out of school
It was like losing a ring's precious jewel 
If you look into America's history 
You will find that it is no mystery
From that date on we haven’t been as strong
I believe we have done something terribly wrong
What they teach in history books simply overlooks
Important information that has raised up a blind generation
Youth, family, education, and national life is far from the same
We have lost morals and values that our forefathers firmly proclaimed
A Blessed Nation under God we have always been
But in the last 50 years it has become destroyed by an abundance of sin
Divorce rate is at an all-time high
While so many children grow up fatherless and wonder why
Gang violence increases each day
Teenage pregnancy has become a common way
Young people search for love in all the wrong places
Leaders in government wear faulty faces
Role models have become extinct
Technology while good has caused many jobs to sink
A nation rife with perjury
Broken marriage covenants In need of surgery
Unforgiveness extortion bribery slander and profanity
We need God to restore us too sanity
Hypocrisy, and lawsuits initiated solely for revenge and personal gain 
Doing things are own way has caused us much pain
The rich are getting richer and the poor sit back and cry
People have lost their integrity yet shake their fists at the sky
If you want to learn open a bible and begin to read
If we listened to its wisdom we wouldn’t have so much need
We have become too liberal as a whole
Besides having so much debt, we are all losing our souls
If anyone talks about God in school they risk losing their profession
Yet more and more young people suffer from anxiety and depression
Many are on medication making doctors filthy rich
So many people are dying in their own emotional ditch
Statistically we are on a downward spiral
Many people turn their heads or just live in denial
History is important to learn
For it shows us how quickly society can turn 
We all have to answer to God someday
And if I were you I would start to learn his way
For if we are going to continue to be America the best
We have to take a moment to address
All the ways we have allowed this country to slip
Take personal responsibility and restore our spiritual grips
Weneed to take back the people's power
We are living in a crucial hour
If we don’t open our eyes ears and mouths we will fall instead of just bend
who knows this time if this damage we can mend.

 by: Sabina nicole

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Arthurian Legend Part 2

Now it was Kay’s first tournament day
And he was competing in London away
Arthur had forgotten his brother’s sword
And was in trouble with his Lord 

In search of a sword he wondered alone
And there found a blade buried in stone
He pulled on the hilt, and slid out the shaft
Arthur gave out a joyous laugh

He ran back filled with glee
And gave him the sword he’d found for thee
His brother read the message aloud
Drawing in a confused crowd

Whoever withdraws the sword from this stone
Would be crowned King and succeed the throne
Many men tried and failed this task
But Arthur fulfilled his destiny at last

The crowd thronged and wanted to know
Who pulled the sword free from the stone
“It was I, it was I”, Arthur replied
Then you shall be King they all cried

Arthur was crowned by St.Dubricius
He was only fifteen, and vigorous
But the local kings would not agree  
And formed an alliance against He 

But Merlin was on Arthur’s side
And became his confidante and guide
He led him to a glorious lake
With a sorceres Lady for his name sake

Enchanting a spell, it's power restored
Blessed by the Gods, whom mystically forged
She named the sword Excalibur
Fit for a king and a mighty warrior

Then Arthur did battle with all the kings
He defeated them all, and did mighty things
With Excalibur always by his side
He won many battles and survived

Camelot became Arthur’s home 
A grand royal palace for his throne
Leodegrances daughter did he court
A princess from another’s fort

Her name was Guinevere
Arthur loved and drew her near
In time he asked for her hand in marriage
King Leodegrances supplied a splended carriage
© Copyright 24th December 2010 K.C.Leake

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Arthurian Legend Part 4

Now Sir Mordred was an evil knight
and always causing trouble and strife
He seeked to destroy Arthur’s throne
and take it from him, for his own

He was full of hate and jealousy
towards the king who became his enemy
Taught by the evil sorceress, Morgan le Fay
Arthur’s step sister, who led him astray

There was a court hearing for the Queen
but Sir Lancelot was nowhere to be seen
The judges decided to burn her at the stake
Sir Lancelot discovered his darlings’ fate
As the execution proceeded that day
Sir Lancelot swooped down and carried her away

They escaped to Brittany in France
Sir Lancelot’s home town, where he trained to lance
Now Arthur was in such a rage
he gathered his army to engage
They travelled to France in hot pursuit
ready to punish the deserted two

Now Mordred was left all alone
in Arthur’s kingdom, he took the throne
He would have inherited the whole estate
but he was greedy and couldn’t wait

He told the people that Arthur was dead
and he was now king and do as he said
He brought off the people with money and gifts
and raised an army, a rebellious rift
Now Excalibur was hidden away
but the scabbard gone, stolen by Fay

Arthur found out about Mordred’s rule
and returned from France to confront the fool	
So Arthur and Mordred went to saddle
both armies’ Gathered ready to battle

But Merlin was nowhere to be found
the evil sorceress had him bound
Enclosed in a crystal cave
Unable to cast a spell to save

At Camlann they fought with spear and sword
a fierce and bloody battle, roared                                
The fighting lasted all through the day
high losses on both sides, bodies now lay

© Copyright 29th December 2010 K.C.Leake

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The first duo 
The candidate we can trust

Manifesto reads 
War against corruption 

The second duo
The best man for the jobs

Manifesto reads
The rule of law prevails 

The apex of the duo 
 The life shortened

The good interred 
With his bones 

Emerged from the interred 
 Bones of the second goods 

The third duo 
Manifesto wears 

Re branding Nigeria and Nigerians 
Witnessing is dislocation 

Witnessing is development 
Of predators

Maimings and murders 
Here and there 

The predators 
Is a celebrated gladiators

The manifesto 
Is like glint 

Let there be 
Food on the table,

Sleepiest sleepyhead,
Foundation of a state 

Engaged youths  
Re brand served and serving Nigerians 


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Hawk and the Sparrows

The hawk was flying low: he was the fiercest in the sky.
He bullied all the little birds, and flew off with their lives.
The little birds were peaceful, and didn’t want to fight.
To them it was better: to run and hide, then finally to take flight.
Day after day he drove them closer, to the proverbial, final brink.
Then came the day, they rose up, and no more away to shrink.
Soon there would be hatchlings, so the bully, simply had to go.
No longer were they timid, it was their time to truly show.
Banding together they hatched a plan to run the bully day and night.
One can fight, one or two, but a mob shows way more might.
Constantly in pursuit, the bully was never allowed to rest…
The bully finally admitted defeat, and even moved his precious nest.
He could not protect it, if they kept him running away, and stressed.

The bully had finally learned the truth: that is my moral here… 
The small may look an easy mark, but are not as helpless as they appear.
If the meek are brought to their knees… look out my bully… dear.

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She cannot pass a mirror for she is well equipped.
Makeup is her weapon and her blouse always unzipped.

She lacks in education unless it's fashion, flare or style.
Her knowledge lies in darkened eyes of scrutiny so vile.

She only craves attention, and will let you gaze in awe.
Then turn her nose up in the air if you have a flaw.

She only speaks to those who share her quality of life.
She will search the land for a wealthy man who wants a trophy wife.

There is no doubt this she will find, for vanity is in.
She doesn't know the price she'll pay for this deadly sin.

For when her looks begin to fade, no surgery can hide.
The lack of  desire that's required; It's only found inside.

Her convenient life of luxury is fading as is she.
A receipt found in his pocket for the maid who's pouring tea.

Her youth and beauty missed somehow, when hired to mop the floor.
Now, it is she with his money out shopping in the store.

She cannot face the mirror now; Disgrace and shame replace.
The glory she once did admire when she painted on her face.

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This is the story of my son.
Unraveled lives have just begun.

Fear of sleep the nightmares call.
The scary shadow on the wall.

A phase it's not, I wish it was.
A gift of insight is the cause.

I have it too; I passed it down.
A genetic trait to which he's bound.

I hope he learns to use it well.
I'll give him the tools, but time will tell.

This may sound like I am insane.
Or too much time with Mary Jane. 

I understand the doubt and fear.
This act of nature that we adhere.

Some say it's science so they can deal.
Whatever it takes to make it real.

I believe - it's in the mind.
If you're open, this you too will find.

Right now he's young and has no plan.
It's up to me to guide his hand.

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It's The Beauty Inside That Counts

Beautiful people
Under God's steeple

Just reach out
Stomp Holler Shout

Let one know
They're Loved So

Inspirations Aspirations
Show Em Representation

Tell Em their doing a great job
Never call them a big fat slob

Lend them your ear
Help wipe their tears

Illuminate their thoughts
Help them with their sought

Open new doors
Let less fortunate sleep on maple floors

Spare a dime
For you commuted no crime

Break bread if you must
For in God we trust

So beautiful people shine on
Come join all in this Heavenly bond

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Get A Rope

Gun slinger
    Matt Zinger

Dressed in black
     Didn't come back

High Noon
    Was Doomed

Quick Draw

Got A Rope
   Hung that dope

Undertaker Called
    Dead Body Hauled

Poured the whisky
     From Junction 60

Dead Man's Trail
  Where slingers failed

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Endless list
No need for scars across my wrist
Clear my mind, ease my soul
Put my thoughts in your control

Cloudy skies
Summer dies
No need for pity, no endless cries
Take the sun, put it in my hand
I’ll keep it until next year as planned

Music note
Words I wrote
No need for speech within my throat
Your one escape, the mind does cease
Your ghosts are finally at peace

Reading book
Sit and look
Someone’s thoughts were all it took
What they say, what they mean
What’s been said, what’s been seen

Steer me clear
Carry me far away from here
Somewhere old, somewhere new
Somewhere I can think things through

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First the facetious stuff then the seriously bad * 
Moralizing  punch  line which I usually do add.
Don’t understand  difference between horse and pony.
Don’t understand languages like Gaelic or Shoshone,  
All sound and look pretty much the  same. 
Why do some folks get excited about football game
And other folks get wild about fashion clothing
While I regard both with loathing?
Don’t get it when a rich guy walks past  a poor
And doesn’t  even notice him standing in the door.
Or when evening  news shows unwanted puppy rescued
While millions are lonely, homeless, dole-queued.
Must be my lack of proper education and sensibilities
But when I meet  old ladies living under shopping trolleys 
My instinct is to equalize the difference ‘tween us
Sell my limousine and chauffeur  and take a bus.
I reckon  that  my  ignorance and ill-education’s
Why I never learned to  behave properly in such situations.

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*  Title was given to me by Nancy Jones ( Nancy with the laughing eyes)

*  “Bad” means “good”   in Mohammed Ali’s  vocab,   so that’s good enough for me. 

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What Did I Ever Do To You

There are many things that are caught by the naked eye
They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry

Think my strangest encounter thus far
Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car

In underbrush and weeds so high
Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh

Razor edges wrapped around its head
For sure I thought it was dead

As I moved in closer to take a peek
Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked

Poor little guy I could do nothing for
Except call D.N.R and cry once more

As they placed it in a steel cage
Heard the officer say it was that of young age

When do you think one will learn
Gods creatures did nothing in return

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Within the Post

There are thoughts that appear before the eyes
  That yet eyes has not even fathomed.

There are lots of vacuum that might seem to be free
  But in the stance, their space will not be filled.

This eyes we use to see
  Sometimes delude when it face with odds.

An eyes to a gentle soul
  Inscribe decaful of words.

An eyes to a benign mind
  intranse expressions that are yet to be told.

But no one head a note 
  That can be decipher in the mid.

Can a chap clamed with books becomes bookish
  By the virtue of the note in his hands?

Tis not a peculiar asset that connotes a lord
  Or a loan to his mindset.

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my unveiling

Help me lord to always study
I want to be revived when I feel weary
I know I have no excuse to be lazy
When I will be crying for mercy from the almighty

My glory shall be unveiled
Even if situations tends not to aid
I’ve only wasted time when I wailed
Now, I know my success is what has been made

In the beginning’ challenges may seem so strong
With my God in me, I won’t go wrong
I will always confess success with my tongue
Then, at the end I will sing a joyful song

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A human is to die
a bird is to fly
hands are to work
but not to hurt.

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Relentless force

My mind is a relentless force, fighting all the battles of life, the things it has made me do, when I wanted to do was curl up and die. Constantly under attack, it has never wilted with time, the only part of me unbroken and the only thing that kept me alive. It sheltered me as a child, when things got really rough, giving me a place to train, making me mentally tough. The journey's I had in store, neither of us could have seen, my mind and I became the best friends, but my mind was really mean. It pushed me beyond my limits, most times more than I could bare, constantly nagging me, telling me there was nothing to fear. It taught me how to learn, if I just opened up my eye"s, finding understanding, understanding the reasons why. My mind is a relentless force, it gave me the courage to change, who I was, to who I am now are now no longer the same.
M.Mahauariki © 2012

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Gender inequity thought harmless, normal,
causes gendercide in dark alleys less formal.

In        India,      China,            and Pakistan
Girl children when born are killed out of hand.

Still wet from the womb and with no regret,
they are poisoned or starved, seen as a debt.

The cost of their life’s enormous     dowries;
for in parts of our world       they’re property.

Sold if they’re lucky to live as      chattel
closed in houses less valued than cattle.

Equality    denied            by fathers, sons
new prostitutes formed by girls on the run.

        What of the gender equity crisis I say
the twenty-first century, still this way?

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My intention is to write some prose
Why it comes out poems, nobody knows
I struggle, wiggle, leave me alone
As I sit happily writing a poem

Words are created and suddenly rhyme
I hardly revise them – I’ve not the time
Give up the idea of writing a book?
I feel I’m caught by a crook and a hook

Following rules as the semester unfolds
Smothers my brain; puts creating on hold
When I find a second that isn’t filled
I’ll write a poem, ‘cause I’m strongly self-willed!

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The hill of life {Resubmit}

Think of life if you will
As a big giant hill
At the bottom there is a road
Each of us start with a equal load
Just as every up has a down
There are forks in the road to be found
At these forks I'm here to say
The right road is a steeper way
The wrong road without a doubt
Is a little more flattened out
Now the road of life is just so long
Whether we do it right or wrong
If in the beginning the right choices we make
A steady incline our life will take
And if we choose the wrong road
We put on our back a heavy load
In the beginning that may be fine
But later in life we hit that incline
And now we face a much steeper road 
Burdened by a much heavier load
We live our lives it does seem
Just trying to reach our dreams
Intertwined by the ropes
That thread together all our hopes
Its simply up to you to choose
Will I win or will I lose

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Anarchy in the UK

This once nation of peace and calm, lies in chaos and anarchy
It's Government in broken promises, imploding indefinitely

Students are the first to react, their future in tattered torn
Through barricades they implore, their resilience will never be worn

To go back on why you've been voted in, is sacrilege to them
Being blatant has been their response, from alleged honourable men

Days of protests abound, whilst the multitudes in gather grow
Anarchy is their cry, it's for you, whom we'll overthrow

A week has duly passed, as the masses rise in cities rife
They target Government offices, now lying empty in soulless strife

Stubbornness kicks in, by these trusted voted in
In blind they see no reason, to allow their lies to thin

We are now into the second week, enforcement officers cannot contain
Around their table the dishonourable crew, call in our fighting men

Through the barricades, dialogues from our forces gain
Brothers shout to brothers, through the same windows, mirrored are pains

For they have similar irks, to be combatant without their needs
Being posted to lands we don't belong, filling their Governments greed's

Barriers now in fall, amidst the students their brothers unite
No weapons are called upon, a non triggered anarchy strikes

Many cities are now affected, in education down
The anarchy cry kicks in, whilst the Government in place sits drowned

On the steps of No 10, it's aged door now lies ajar
I no longer speak for the people he says, our lies have gone too far

Voted in, now voted out, candidates step forward, in truthful elected cry
For whom now elected, be prepared for the reign, or future political die

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GLEO and the WOMAN

GLEO and the WOMAN
Rommel E. Gabitan

The Giant has awaken from his sleep
As the Lion roared furiously
The Eagle fluttered his metal wings
As the Ox finally bared his fangs

The Woman trembled with fear
As the Lion roared mercilessly
She lost her freshness and innocence 
After Three Centuries of Captivity

The breath of death filled her lungs
With poison from tobacco, opium and wine
The Eagle saw her restless state
He rescued the Woman with pride

The Eagle then, made a truce with the Lion
The Treaty of Paris, a pact they had made
The Lion handed the Woman to the Eagle
Without her knowledge and consent 

The Eagle took her to the skies
With the promise of education prosperity and freedom
The Eagle exploited the Woman’s trust
He sprinkled his wastes over the Woman

One day the Eagle quarreled with the Ox
He scared him and drove him away
The Ox suddenly bared his Fangs
With his deadly Nuclear Saliva

The Giant supported the Ox in his fight
He flexed his Muscular Arms with Might
He deployed a hundred ships with rockets
To scare the Woman, the Eagle’s ally

The Giant forces the Eagle to resign
Leave his sphere of influence and fly
The Giant claims Absolute Equality for all
While the Eagle wants Democracy to live on

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Some guy once said there's lies, damn lies, and statistics
But he surely meant lies, damn lies, and politics;
And since all the people  are dead in history
Why to study it remains a mystery.
Where the greatest  truth and topography
Is found is in studying  the field  of geography :
Full of  tectonics where Atlantic’s separating  plates both 
Move  as fast as your fingernails’ growth;
Full of atmospherics with winds turned by coriolis
And electric shimmers called aurora borealis;
Full of maps showing  countries’ boundaries and capitals
Such as tropical Nicaragua’s  or Himalayan Nepal’s; 
Full of guys like Walter Christaller who study locations of cities
And can tell Chicagoans why their city is where it is;
Full of cool pictures from  NASA or Hubble
Showing whether there’s going to be weather trouble;
Full of V-shaped  valleys riverine, U-shaped valleys glacial
And  C-shaped barchan dunes, all neatly alphabetical.
When  your  solo study with textbook is  proving to be  boring
Your grades get  higher and easier and you’ll enjoy the scoring
If you start to do a bit of fieldwork  in any  part of your world,
Because geography is all around you, ready unfurled:
So much interesting knowledge : all I could ever have wished:
Spent a lifetime studying it and still nowhere near  finished.

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Written by Sydney Peck for 

Dana'lynn Smith's Contest    Politically Educated

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The Day The World Cried Wolf

Behold the new enslavement scheme
Some people would compare it to a nightmarish dream

They have taken our diginity in this great State
Make me beg and despise my own country with hate

Taxes in existence is a bold trait
To tell us we have to have a cut or decrease is just another political debate

Somebody once said nobody in America should be poor
But how is that justified when we ship all of our benefits across shore

I have yet to awaken my fellow brethern
Too busy laboring like dogs to seek retirement

Children are so flawed with cell phones; they make great communication tools
But how many of these said kids believe in not posting childish antics on fb in school

The government has takes our momentum and used it against us
Oh no ! I've said to much ..... now they want me to hush
I scream and mourn what we have lost in the last 15 years
Jobs, housing , education , diginity for mankind, watch lady liberty get brought to tears

Im tired of being militant  trying to wake people in this naive country up
The day you all stop dreaming will be soon with any luck.

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Ceremony Today

There is a ceremony
But not a time for bologney

Where I will be inducted
Not instructed

Into a program
One that I'm not sure serves ham

Called NJHS*
And I've heard it's one of the best

Along with other scholars
Some bearing a couple dollars

Will accept this invitation
With great emancipation

And this will look amazing
Not to mention far from cows grazing

On future high school applications
Along with my unique creations

So yes, I have a ceremony
Where no one will serve boloney

I hope you wish my luck
But do not mail me a duck

For I am to read my poem Followerª
And I hope I don't feel like a wallower

So yes, I have got to go
And get ready for my show

*NJHS - National Junior Honors Society
ªThis poem is included in my list of poems, although the one being read has some changes in it... I will make sure to post the revised one in a few minutes :)

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Teaching is when a kid eventually 
Smiles and says  “Oh yeah, I see.”
And you push a little more
Till she’s through  another door.

Teaching is sticking with a faller
Till he learns to walk taller -
Holding the rope so he can climb
And reach  up for the very first time.

Teaching   is   lesson-showing
To  a  hopeless-seeming  kid,
And she surprises by  grasping  something 
That  you yourself  never did.

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Wake Up Sleepy Head

Pegasus of thy night
Take me away from this eartly plight

Lay down your golden reigns
Let me climb aboard your mythical train

Stars and moon's cresant's dance
Illuminating to others who gets this chance

Gold dust sprinkles in your hair
Closed eyes for take me there

Up Up and away we go
Pegasus take it nice and slow

Lustrious valleys and sno-capped peaks
Sparkling blue waters for which I seek

Just you and me my mountain friend
Taking this journey till the very end

As I lay my head upon your shoulders
For I feel their turning so much colder

Cannot feel from my head to foot
This dust sprinkle had turn to soot

I'm decending fast and furious
Woke up from dream being more curious

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Excitement is running through my mind at this point,
It is hard to control so much 

When something so honorable,
Happens to come across

For me personally,
It was the proposition

From a contest by,
World Poetry Movement

In which I entered in,
And received a letter back

Stating that my poem,
Had made it to the next level

But that is not all,
Oh no

What's more is that they informed me,
That they were publishing that very poem

In a book titled "Stars In Our Hearts"
Which is to be published in August this year

I hope each and every one who happens to read this,
May read my poem "The Beat of the Heart"

In the book.
Thank You.

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Please dont fall Asleep

Wake up America, 
Arise from your slumber
Media has desensitized your minds
We live in a new world of technology that has made you colorblind
Meaningless, with deeper meaning
Music lyrics have been subconsciously stealing
While you think it’s the beat you are feeling
Listen to the words and then tell me if it’s still appealing
Even Movies have brainwashed your judgment of what’s ok
Too many people are sitting back, watching our ethics slip away.
The Government has helped us all too simply learn to accept
While gradually breaking down the family structure, many have just slept.
No longer can we allow these planted seeds of lies to continue to grow
This is real reality, not some entertainment show
Our children are not aware
That their future is in for a scare
Our youth are looking for role models and leaders
They have become susceptible to idolize bottom feeders
Wake up America,
We need a real change
Bring back integrity, morals and stop being estrange
They keep us busy in televised drama 
Currently immune, with no proper armor
While people are starving and walking around half alive
They are plotting our nation’s permanent demise
Sex trafficking is at a an all-time high
Wealthy men are raping young girls in America and when they are done with them they watch them die!
Poverty and greed is causing drug dealers to lead
A generation of angry lost young man
Creating baby’s that start the cycle again
The more eyes that now see
The more we can be
Brought back to truth and sanity
The rich are getting richer and the working class have grown tired
Democracy is being set on fire
You may question what you can do
If everyday each person changed just one view
We would be able to recover what has been lost and start bran new
The people need to take a stand and vote like they really care
We must join together, use our voice, and remind them we are still there.

BY: Sabina Nicole
Written: 1-1-12

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My Favorite Quiz show

The suspense is tension filled and circulating
which makes the right answer rapturously vibrating.

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With muse in hand
How do I make one understand

I love colors of shaded green
Does not make me nasty or mean

For it's in our lakes
And even in things that we bake

It 's canvass for our trees
Even sometimes stains on our knees

There's hues of bladed grass
Where we have all plop our ass

Even passing clouds
Looking purified and aloud

So here I'll stand and raise a toast
To the color green on money who everyone loves the most

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The Table is Loaded

The table is loaded- Thanksgiving..
More than the family can ever eat
Thanks given for this bountiful privilege,
It’s the same at each house on the street.

 But on places all over the globe..
 Drought, war and government greed.
 Little water, food, education or hope,
 How many helpless children to feed?

 If shame could nourish even one person,
 Then thousands we should be able to feed.
 Just one piece of bread from each of us…
 We have so much more than we need.  

For Sami's contest..A Piece of Bread Please.

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Work of the Heart

Regardless of collegiate preparation, 
Subject knowledge or dedication;
Teaching is not a true vocation
Unless love is the main consideration.

Teaching must involve emotion.
Without love there is no devotion.
If teaching is your career of choice,
Love of children will be your voice

Teaching is for those who hear the call.
Accept it only if your heart will fall
In love with those put in your charge
With tolerance for all in a heart so large.

Teaching is not for the hardened one,
Someone employed for just a position.
It requires one whose soul is set apart.
Teaching is a complete work of the heart.

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Civility, Is a word to be shown, 
It heightens one self, and shows we are growing

Civility, can be learned by us all
Our courteous behaviour can make us stand tall

Civility, is politeness and manners
Gaining respect from others, there's no better self banner

Civility, makes us grow stronger
Reciprocated appreciation from many a responder

Civility, brings honour and esteem
Next time you try it, you'll know what i mean

Civility, is actually free
It is available to you, just as it is for me

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Johnny 's Song

He was born to sing upon his land
Now he's resting in God's Everlasting hands

Didn't matter who you were
That voice you'll remember for sure

A voice that could shed many a tear
Or make you just want to stand up and cheer

Oh how'll I miss this one hell of a man
Made me today of who I am

Across oceans far and wide
Johnny sang his songs with passionated pride

Now he soars amidst his eagle friends
High above the rockies bends

Oh Johnny this song's for you
As I sing about your eagle friends too

In Loving Memory 
John Denver  { 1943 -1997 }

Soar My Feathered Friend

  {  R.I.P. }

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I Want My Mommy

as I lie in this womb
for it's my heart you'll hear beat soon

da beat beat beat
and da tapping of tiny feet

attached cord
was my mighty sword

words of disgrace
embedded in my taste

drug of ill fath
served on my plate

you have rather me died
than to hear my wimper and cries

I could of made you proud
instead of being wrapped in this tiny shroud

now I am someone else's angel
wearing a nice shinny golden halo

as my unspoken words goes out to you
I hope your next child won't have to go through this too

Tribute To The Unborn

Entery For 
Raul Moreno's
Unspoken Words Contest
GL All

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When living "...of the world" despair unfurled.
I lost sight of heaven’s glorious pearl.
Truths shouted out from the depths of my mind.
God’s loving whispers to me stayed entwined.

Higher education became my goal.
Scientific teachings soon took its toll.
My mind strung out on various theories. 
My soul, in doubt, became very weary.

But faith persevered and earned the prize.
My trust in God was more realized.
Despite what seemed to be a worldly life,
The soul of me soon felt less strife.

A professor asked my Evolution class,
How can creationism truly be?  Alas.
Scriptures say God created…in seven days. 
Right?  Who shall rule in this duel of ways?

The Bible contradicts itself, He said.
His words from there, down doubts highway sped.
Evolutionary theory is certainly logical.
Creationism seems to be mythological.

Then came the clincher, clarity disparity.
The Bible says God created in seven days.
After the seven days, confusion starts to blaze.
First it says it’s finished; then, it starts to haze.

During that lecture, I was compelled to know.
Believing God created; what did the Bible show?
I prayed to grasp truths as man’s theories grew.
I did not choose to tell faith in God adieu.

At that moment, nothing else mattered.
I refused to let my faith be shattered.
That professor, on that day, changed my life.
My golden goal grew to be God’s true light.

Creation pondering absorbed my essence.
A lifetime flew without great wealth’s presence.
I was blessed with children; around them joy revolved.
But there was no rest until those questions were solved.

Strongly stayed upon life’s different path.
Even, when disrespect judged me with wrath.
I loved my children and bore the wait.
Seeking, the answers congealed…my fate.

My life was spent pondering this topic.
When finished, at last, truth embraced God…logic.
Then, my soul found rest from its weary state.
Thus, in the world…not of the world, I wait.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
March 10, 2010
Poetic form:  Free Verse

The results of the pondering are posted on  =>

For complete discussions, go to =>

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Teach Your Children Well (Thanks to C. S. & N.)

What can we should we tell
of the beauty within which we dwell.

The gift so soft and hard and complicated
the mating dance in which we’re sated.

As first bloom crosses childlike cheeks
and fair heart doth skip a beat.

Would it not be best for love to be described
in loving ways in gracious sighs.

The dew on brow, the stomachs turn
the greatest God gift for which we yearn.

Let the body temple be thus glorified
let its given sanctity not be vilified.

Each creature large and small loves.
See this, look, fear not it’s from above.

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Civil Union

By the way, Have you felt the stick today?
Missed a support payment or alimony?

How’s it feel to live in the land of the free?
Surely, this is NOT civility.

By the way, can you afford the heat?
Does your menu include gene-altered meat?

In a civil land, surely all would be fed.
In a civil land, all would have roofs and beds.

How’s it feel to have no obvious choice 
run by a government who won’t hear your voice?

By the way, have you paid for the water you drink,
because you don’t trust, the kitchen sink’s?

Certainly civility should and would decree
a clean, functioning place to simply pee?

Would a civil nation arrest and detain
so many strangers to receive a water boards’ pain?

Does civil society require your passport chipped? 
Does a nation of laws allow phone calls clipped?

Each country claims to be this mythical land
where the masses are cared for, given a hand.

In this Never Neverland no one would stay sick.
We'd all live good life’s without carrying the stick.

In this Never Neverland we'd live proudly free
represented by goodness in grand civility.

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Losing our Rights

How can we just watch and under our breath complain,
While are rights are being thrown down the governments drain,
Why do we close our enlightened eyes?
Instead of speaking the truth and exposing their lies,
If suddenly we had no human rights,
To believe in what made our hearts once ignite,
We would wonder how it got this far,
America don’t you know who you are?
How can we live every single day?
Complacent, or in fear of what they say,
Distracted by media, entertainment and fraudulent news,
While every second we are losing our right to choose.

By: Sabina Nicole

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Broken Hearted - Lets Get Started

Broken Hearted? – Let’s Get Started

I guess you’re wondering where to start
Fixing up your broken heart

First things first – and here I’m guessing
Just stop and count all your true blessings

Find a loving dog or cat
Give it all the love you lack

Write a scathing, hateful letter
Burn the letter, you’ll feel better

Find a shoulder you can cry on
That one true friend you can rely on

Look up old friends – go have some fun
Take extra care of number one

When you feel down and have the blues
Dance in your briefs like young Tom Cruise

Give yourself time – you will recover
Believe me you will find another

Mdailey	3/17/12

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Important Of Music In Our Lifes

Important of music in or lifes
Helps sooths termoils of daily strifes

Flow and temple of boasted notes
Rythem and rhyme that continues to float

A song from an lonesome heart
Ignited by an passionate start

Fantasy of wanting to belong
In or named in just one song

Spirits can be held on high
And can almost make you cry

So tread on your walk of life
And enjoy the melody that cuts like a knife

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The Deceptive Illusion

I'm the deceptive illusion inside your first shot
Step up out of the cold and into the hot
Come join in the heat of my never ending fire
Dance to the flames of unbridled desire
I plant the heat of passion inside of your mind
As to your own soul I'll keep you blind
I'll offer you peace so you can rest
Numb that pain inside of your chest
I'll teach you to forget all your regrets
And accept my demons as your pets
I once was Lucifer but now I'm the host
Like smoke in the night I'm your ghost
I live in the mirror for all to see
Next time your in front look closer at me
If seeking wisdom tell me who is more wise
Then the master deceiver the creator of disguise
Come walk with me take my offered hand
I'll teach you to pillage and rape the land
After you're all used up and have nothing to lose
I'll find me another to walk in your shoes
You won't be lonely I say with a grin
I have an army of you inside of the pen
Faithful followers that I've left to rot
All behind trying that first shot

Everyone my name is Michael and I'm here to say
The deceptive illusion is no game to play

© 2007 Michael Jordan
All Rights Reserved

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intelligent minds

The stars and sky seen from ones eye
May Vary from  both you and I
The rain that beats down on ones face
Has reason, for it has come from space
But when they become tears from Gods infinite mold
Judgment now turns to supernatural gold
When sense is senseless
And intelligence fails
And spirits dwell or simply sail
The order of how it all goes down
Swirls in one’s mindset, round and round
When the sunrise wakes the earth each day
And sunsets slowly fade away
The only thing that holds to be true
Is a heart that’s pure and supersedes all views
Just like a child who has much belief
And can find beauty in a simple leaf
Is the way we should see this fleeting life
For the earth is our groomsman’s glorious wife
Assurance comes when we take a true stand
Grab on to who is really holding our hand
And not become complacent hopeless or deceived
Don’t Listen to everything  you hear and start to believe
For lies are poison and pain births fear
Closing up our spiritual eyes and ears
Confusion comes from open doors
We were all made to live for so much more
Never say never for many are wrong
Just in ourselves we cannot be this strong
Give credit to the creator for all he can do
Nothing is lost when it’s his love you pursue
Time shows the meaning and patience is the key
Obedience and love is what makes all men free
If there were ever a better time to open your heart
It would be right now, for this world has grown dark.

By: Sabina Nicole
written: 4-2-12

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Stand To Understand

All across the land
Many will not understand

Crawling like worms
Failing or discern

The reasons why the suffer
Know that you all are tougher

Dwelling in you He resides
Just asking you to abide

No longer shall the One tolerate
The time has come to obliterate

Spitting in this retort
You all have his support

Keep your reframe firm
Ignore all material concern

Just see things from his point of view
Then in you His Spirit will renew

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Goodbye my friend

It seems a life time ago since I said goodbye,
so long had we been friends, you were always by my side.

12 years old when I introduced myself, we got on like a house on fire,
you became a friend I was obsessed with, my only true desire.

You took me to places, where there were others just like me,
so many stories we shared, you let me be free.

You made me do a lot of stupid things, you took away my fear,
through out my whole life when I needed you, you were always there.

Never judging, never yelling, you never ridiculed me,
for with in your hold you slowed me down and let me really see.

My mind is a constant battle field, but you always managed to calm me down,
but only temporarily, because the anger in me you always found.

When that came out no body was safe, beware my uncontrolled wrath,
so much pain I held in side me, my actions mimicked my past.

Such a bad influenced you were, it's just taking me 24 years to realize,
having you in my life, was no way to survive.

But it was only last year when your friendship, finally took it's toll,
we were in a car crash, massive wreckage I was told.

It wasn't the crash that effected me, it was what was in the car 10 Minutes before,
all four of my children, My life, the ones I truly adore.

For a week after that crash I was so depressed, reliving that endless night,
what if my babies had still been in that car, they would have been killed alright.

It was then I decided no more I could take, it's time for me to choose.
So it's time to say goodbye my friend, because I don't choose you.

(Sober 100 days today)

M.Mahauariki © 21/01/2012

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Life is not a porn movie (2003)

It’s a fantasy! Wake up and smell the coffee!
There is life beyond your box and sticky toffee!
Get a grip and live like a real man should,
Theres gold, silver, iron then wood.

Most of porn is a forced labour, 
There is no savoir, 
On top there’s all cheers,
But look closer and the wetness is all tears.

Lust is a never ending well,
Love is the fire inside of a platinum shell
The well will never end
Lust has a mind that can never be your friend.

There is class and there is a cheap ass
Private moments are for your eyes 
Watch it and contemplate
Then look at the poor reflection on your slate

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Education For Life

Changing schools was the rule
Never stayed long and get in the groove

Making friends never ended
Fitting in was always mended

So a loner I became
I don't remember many names

But I learned to love to learn
Still have a heart that yearns

For knowledge on many subject
Even on aliens that abducted

Went to college after I wed
When all my children were in school instead

Finished a college degree
When I held a grandson on my knee

Then I continued my education
Master's Degree in Christian Station

Ten hours on a PhD got so tired
Oh! I was totally mired

Thinking about going again on a wager
Work on a psychology major

With a minor in poetry  
Where I can write and just be me

(Poor excuse for a couplet but will have to do.  This is for Education Game passed to me by 
my lovely daughter Doris Culverhouse who received the torch from James Frazer.  I pass the 
thinking cap to James Marshall Goff to write a poem about education.)

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Human Dialogues

People in conversations raise frustrations
Some in communications cause tribulations

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Test Time

My blessed heart
Where shall I start

I thank my dear Lord
For being my mighty sword

For fighting these demons within
Who try to make me faulter or sin

I thank the Heavenly angels above
For bringing me someone new to love

I thank family and friends
For showing me how to fight till the end

I feel blessed for the air I breath
Even if it tends to make me sneeze

I feel blessed to watch my child grow
For she still loves the way I kiss her fingers and toes

So when I'm feeling so down and blue
I recant back to things of being so brand new

So thanks to others whom I pass on these blessings
For the Lord will alway's do his own testing

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What if we are all in someone's dream
Reality non-existant, not as it seems
No plan, no God, no ruler supreme
Everything a vision of alternative theme

Envision all taught since young - misheard
Provision just wasted, Gods promise is absurd
Decision made - making history blurred
Derision, ridiculing His holy written word

Making, creating - it's all gone wrong
Society is impressionable - drifts along
Even though we speak different tongue
We understand in others dreams privacy belongs

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Love poems

What's really inside love poems, does anyone else analyze what they mean?, surely i'm not the only one out there, that can really see what's hidden beneath. On the surface they paint beautiful pictures of passions, loves and desires, longings for love ever after, rekindling the endless fires. but when I look at love poems, this is not what I see, hidden messages between poetic rhymes, I'll give you some examples of what I mean. I need you, I want you, I cant live with out you, screams co dependence to me, I will be by your side, catch you when you fall, your enabler I will be. I feel bad inside when you not around, absolutely no self esteem, you are my destiny, we belong together, obsessing endlessly. I wont let you go, for you are my life, a stalker this one will become, with out you my life is pointless, suggests suicidal tendency's. So do you see what I mean, do you see what I see, next time when you have a read, look for the story that writer tells, the real story hidden beneath.
M.Mahauariki © 2012

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If it's Good Pass it On

Just fifteen years old, pregnant and all alone,
A child herself but in a family way as she checks the coin slot in another pay phone.

Homeless, hungry, all alone and terribly scared,
She just wanders the streets totally unprepared.

Her folks told her she was an absolute disgrace,
And how were they going to look their neighbors in the face?

With tears in her eyes and a broken heart she left not wanting to cause her parents pain,
A few clothes packed she heads out in the pouring rain.

She had been victimized and raped by someone her parents held dear,
She figured they would take his side and the only thing left was for her to just disappear.

Quickly she found out just how hard the streets would become,
And out here if you’re to make it you learn fast not to act dumb.

Shoplifting and panhandling was the only way this young girl had to survive,
And she didn’t know what to do cause in a short two months the baby would arrive.

But her luck was about to change with a young couple she was about to meet,
They were searching for someone like her and they were wealthy and sweet.

In exchange for her child they promised her, her education and a chance at a brand new start,
She knew she could never support the child and this was the way they should part.

On the day of the delivery the baby was taken away,
Not even knowing if it was a boy or a girl they were separated that day.

The couple honored their agreement and the young girl became an educated woman with wealth of her own,
And she uses that wealth to help others in dire needs returning to others the kindness she was shown.

Note: Isn't this a better alternative than abortion?

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We come in orange and leave in blue
In-between there is a lot we go through
We learn about love and learn about hate
As we lose our faith to anticipate
We learn to take nothing for granted
As we fight the demon seed from being planted
We are nothing but a number in this place
This term 73168 fits my face
As you look at the C.O.s it's true but sad
All walks of life have good and bad
I look out my window towards the gun towers
Inside are little specks with forbidden powers
Its true prison has fences and walls
And it is ok to make telephone calls
But what its about is political rules
All the ones not taught in schools
It’s about your heart turning cold and your body turning hard
In order to hold your respect out in the yard
It’s about learning to suck up your balls
And handle your business out in the halls
It will teach you all about respect
And sadly enough about neglect
What prison is about is clear to see
It’s about people like you and people like me

I wish to dedicate this poem to Michael Torres
who was once a C.O. inside a Prison. 

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Teacher Beware

With a lover’s look, she gave a smile
No innocence upon this child
She knew for sure of her effect
As the teacher then had become…nervous

No need to be alone within the class
For rumors then would spread so fast
The teacher then would be out of luck
Because the pupil wanted to…cause trouble

Inspired by The Police song, Don’t Stand.

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Today I sang in church
Spoke of Jesus' rebirth
And how he died for me
To set my soul free
Free from condemnation of my sin 
The sin that came from within
Lust, jealousy, hate, and pain
Are the sins my body contains
though much more are left unsaid 
I know I am safe, for Jesus is no longer dead
He died for me, as well as you 
Though he was pure, he still came to
Came to die for millions, years aways 
Therefore, he is still here today 
Through the countless people all around
They are saved for Jesus they found
Continue to grow, as I do today
To know Jesus and grow in his way
Grow to be Jesus-like and always love
Speak to others about him from above
And how he's in your life right now
Explain to them exactly how
And bring them to Jesus as well
Live in his presence, live to tell.

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The Soul Reaper, the Thief in the Night

The day for reckoning is quickly coming into it’s own,
One of the key players will be bound and sent to the lake of fire for the seeds that he has sown.

He’s looking to steal your soul so you best be on guard,
He said I know that I’ll get you, cause following those Commandments is just to, to hard.

He said I will make your life easy if you just follow me,
He said at least for awhile but by then it will be too late for you to see,

He said I’m the root of all evil, for evil I am,
But I’ll deceive you with lies, for I am the serpent not the Lamb.

He said I know my days they are numbered so I must work overtime,
I’m the root of all trouble, it was I that invented all crime.

I can make you happy while I lead you astray,
Why if you follow me there’ll be no more need for you to pray.

I’m a chameleon of sorts my true appearance I hide,
I’m a liar by choice, destruction and ruin I love and take all in stride.

Hades is not bad if you say it real fast,
So come join me, when into the lake of fire I am cast.

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Gangs are bad for you and me
Though they may feel like family

Drugs and alcohol are too
They will tear your life in two

It will make you look just like a fool
And lemme Tell you man, that's not cool.

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Somebody's Daughter

She was a bundle of fear walking down the street
With the memory of yesterday sill fresh in her feet
She remembers her Mother begging her one day
Sweetheart, Please don't let the life carry you away
The whole world awaited so she took a chance
Lost so deeply in the fire of his cold romance
Tonight you'll find her back out on the street
Somebody's daughter is now somebody's meat
Turning tricks for a fix a simple solution
Filling her soul up with pollution
Sometimes in the life miracles are found
As somebody's daughter walks through the town
After walking all night she was tired and sore
As somebody's daughter knocks on the door
Her dad opens the door with the biggest of grins
Wraps her up in his arms and welcomes her in
He promised her later they would talk for awhile
As he tucks her to bed with a big smile
He looked at his baby with a tear in his eye
Went back to his room and proceeded to get high
See for her daddies habit she had to hoe
Thats what addiction does to the soul
Next day she found him dead in his room
Right there beside him, his needle and spoon
Her mother took her home the very next day
No more of her soul will she have to pay
Trading death for freedom a simple solution
As hell gets offered a little more pollution

© 2007 Michael Jordan
All Rights Reserved

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Broken Crutch

Another soul has been set free
Trying to be all it can be

Which in reality isn't much
Another cripple on a broken crutch

Slowly trying to make his way
Through the trials of another day

Through my pen energy is spent
As I try to circumvent

I search for ways to relate
I was once so full of hate

I hated God for taking my mother
The fact I was the forgotten brother

I hated the poverty I grew up in
Then I truly learned of hatred in the pen

I rose to the top of the hatred pool
Took pride in being a home-boy fool

Just as a mother pulls her baby to her breast
I blasted my hatred all over my chest

I took love and hate placed them on a scale
I weighed out heaven and weighed out hell

I suddenly became overwhelmed with shame
As I realized that I had gone insane

For it became clear as clear could be
The only thing I truly hated was me

The last time I walked out the prison gate
I stopped and shook off all my hate

Praise God and the power from above
My heart and soul were filled with love

I came home and started to rebuild my life
Was taught how to love by my loving wife

I learned to love my neighbors regardless of creed
Offer my assistance to anyone in need

If your battling hatred heed what I say
It's a hell of a price for a soul to pay

Take your hatred and go to the mirror
Ask of the Lord, "Help me see clearer"

For hatred is just like any other sin
It's not external it's born with - in

You will discover a joy like no other
As you learn to love yourself then your brother

Another soul has been set free
I'm trying to be all I can be

Which in reality isn't much
Another cripple on a broken crutch

This poem is dedicated to Milton Hemsted who
carried himself in such a way that in the most racial
of environments I found myself with no choice but
to love and respect that man. He broke down my racial
barriers and taught me to love my Lord, myself and my
neighbor. I hope someday we will get to meet again
as free men. Love & respects Milton.
I apologize if I have offended anyone and for the 
man I once was. God bless

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The entire Budhist monk"s life is but a preperation,
For his Death Point or moment of seperation.

The Jains have santhara,
Quitting life consciously to join with the paramatma.

The hindus go into samadhi,
Where there is no Congress,Shiv Sena,BJP or Samajwadi.

The Christian merges with the holy spirit,
Peace no more desperate.

The sufi mystic to become one,
Dances,twirls,prays,trances to get the job done.

Aghora means illumined with light,
Longing for Shiva in whom they delight.

Shamanism or the art of ecstacy,
The ultimate being one with the super entity.

There is no need to change your faith,
And on your old religion lay a wreath.

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Glasses for astigmatism
Helps one see even a prism

Without them black runs into white
But these glasses are not that nice

Presses on ears, rides on nose
Can't get colors to match clothes

To see or not to see
Now that is the question

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The War

This war has raged for many a year
Mothers & Fathers shed oceans of tears
It’s fought here at home and on foreign soil
I’m not talking about terrorist or oil
Fought from home to home and coast to coast
There are no boundaries when addiction is the host
I remember once a lifetime ago
I advocated this war with my soul
Then I devoted my mind and took a stand
Looked up at my Lord then kissed his hand
Up until that moment the day was dark as hell
For when the Lord saved me it was in my cell
There is a fact that I can’t hide
I became a traitor and traded sides
Now days I travel from jail to jail
Donate my books to the poor souls in hell
Telling them all “Please believe what I say”
“Our Lord can make this all go away”
I am a living example for the world to see
Just look at the changes the Lord made in me
Some kid said, “Boy this one got way to spun”
Homeboy pulled him aside and said, “That’s Jughead son”
Then they ask their questions and I answered my best
Told them “Take what you need and leave the rest”
I hugged my homeboy with eyes full of tears
He just caught an L with 37 years
At our age I reckon he’ll die in the pen
Someday I hope to see him again
Him and I were as close as any two brothers
I stopped by his house to consol his mother
To the mothers and fathers please never lose hope
Our Lords more powerful than all that dope
To the addicts I say, “Just look at me”
Living simple, honest, loving and free
At the end of the road my castle awaits
Provided I earn my way through the gate

   Authors note: I would like to dedicate this poem to all of the mothers, Fathers, Brothers and Sisters of addicts 
and or convicts in prison. To all the addicts I urge you to consider what your lifestyle is doing to the ones you 
   A special dedication I wish to make to Mary Duhart. Mary my heart is with you always

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Old School Talk

Grandma asked me did I mind going to the store.

I gave her a look as if I wasn't sure.

Grandma begin to start one of her speeches, which really sounds like one of my

Grandma begin to say, she had to work hard for her pay, and that I would learn 
what thats like one day.

She said just to buy a can of lard, she had to work in somebody's yard.

Grandma said " When I was young, sometimes being a child wasn't so much fun.

She said she had to study real hard in school , because she wasn't going to be 
nobody's fool.

By the time grandma finished high school, she found out about a new rule.

The rule was she must go to college, to better her education and gain more 

Grandma went to college and got her degree,   she said if I follow in her footsteps
that could some day be me.

After that long old school talk, straight to the store I did walk.

I made up in my mind right at that time, if grandma ever ask me to go to the store
I won't give her that look anymore.