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No Tears


No tears shall fall in this new year
             nor memories call to ponder fears.  


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Our single soul

As the trials of life come and go
Accept there blessings into your soul

Let them become without a doubt
A model of what you're all about

Don't let them get you all depressed
All things in life need be addressed

Let your spirit be like the wind
Your unseen dearest friend

As I see the lines in my face
Each a reminder of certain place

Do I wish they would go away?
Or that my hair wasn't turning grey

I have no desire to regain youth
For I have learned to speak my truth

When I was young I was so lost
I let my soul pay the cost

Running hard against the grain
Using drugs to kill the pain

Now I feel each and every day
Use the Lord to take the pain away

Do what I can accepting what I get
Treasure blessings that come of it

Thank the Lord through the poems I pray
Use what I need give the rest away

I seem to be driven by a single goal
Can you feel my heart and soul?

I slice them open in hopes they will bleed
Something that someone might need

The single fear I know so well
The fear that my words will fail

So once again I face my fear
As I write I shed my tears

Because these words are spoken true
My heart belongs to all of you

And through it's love I hope to show
We all share a single soul

A soul that is bound by love
Given us by the Lord above


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That Old Red Barn

I ran by this thing with haste, that malevolent beast as to school I went
Centered In a beautiful field i never played, because we all knew of the shallow graves.

We never saw them, no one dared to find them, and no one ever even looked
For the other children that were buried there, trust for a child is given by word of mouth.

The rumors grew, as the tulips did in the field that held That Old Red Barn.
A child’s fancy, the minds plaything sometimes given over to the rule of what it thinks must 
be

Because Jennifer said it, it must be so; I don’t dare to find out the actual truth. I’m not that 
brave
So I leave it alone, this beautiful thing, because the cover does not always tell the story 
within.


If I had given it a second glance and not been so scared that I didn’t notice,
That just beyond the reaches of the trees at its circumference laid a house of golden hue

And in those walls, a grander story than even of that of “That Old Red Barn”
A family of two … now ancient to me spent their time growing corn and raising grain

That would one day come to the table I sat, nourishing me and giving me strength.
Letting me have the energy I need, to quickly run by “That Old Red Barn”
So that I could fly past this place that they built and in their hearts would always treasure
I don’t think that they knew of the fear it instilled all because of one child’s rants

But now that I know and am older now, I look out my front door and see what they mean
This Beautiful Field and “That Old Red Barn” once seemed a curious creature

Full of fear and malevolence, they were too old to invest the time to restore it to splendor
So I purchased from them all this vastness of pleasure, That Beautiful Field, and yes “That 
Old Red Barn”

Written By: Ryland Joshua Matthews
Date: 11/13/2010


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The Reflection

I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.

Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.

This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.

Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.

and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..

Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!

The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.

That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.

I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.

So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.

And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.

I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.


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Nightmare of a Beautiful Dream

I dreamt my mother mourned a broken doll,
porcelain, sad brown eyes, and five feet tall.

Entombed it in the finest place she could,
a cottage encircled by sunlit wood.

She danced a silent waltz with it, keening,
encouraging life in the wretched thing.

And it mended as she was worn away.
She did not hear when warned of her decay.

I was left a pristine porcelain doll,
and a broken mother in its enthrall.


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Peer Pressure of the Worst

Peer pressure of the worst no matter who they are
They can be a boy or girl that they believe to become martyr's

Strapped to these young souls, is something they just don't understand
Yet the cowards who persuade them to miss, becoming a woman or a man

What, where, why or when, does this quest justify it's means
For it arises in the warped depraved, in twisted confused dreams

For in this book that they all crave about, this they cannot do
It's against their religion to request the suicide of you

For all their Cleric's whom they are, they sit and witness so
Not one has ever spoken out, to stop this exploding blow

Why is this I ask myself, for they fear the bullet of a gun
Because it's easier to suppress their young, terrorism has again begun









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php


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GUIDING MY ROAM





There is a room in my mind where panic raids And there I wander into my own bleak shades, Where floors of phobia creak come midnight and dawn As first breathing sounds of uncertainty are born, Here, a wicker of fear wrestles more than it seems More a fading face lost in the dark from screams, Trying to wax this anxious, riddled heart again As the mind races on visions of traffic scenes and rain. Yet, there is an inner candle that never snuffs out It lights brainwaves, and banishes deep doubt, A halo gleaming from so near, never too lame Though it knows not my name, yet it knows who I am, For years, it has slid like waves in shimmering glade Guiding fingers of hope with lit instincts I have made, Until peace glows in the soul, telling me I am home Knowing trust is the giver of life to end of my roam. © ‘.’.’.’’’….’’’’’’’’’. Debbie Guzzi’s Contest: Fear/ and Brian Strand's Any 2012 Poem By nette onclaud


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Eyes of a Child

Looking all around me and becoming more aware,
Of the people and surroundings at which many children stare.

I come to terms and realize the acts of hate I see,
And now I fear that this same scene will soon envelope me.

Walking on a lonesome road, though crowded it may seem,
I pass through silent hordes of people hushing silent screams.

Beside me standing hand-in-hand, older man and wife,
I wonder if they thought like me, what happened to their life.

I reminisce now further back before these broken days,
A time of wasting food and drink and dressing different ways.

But now we all look just alike in tattered grays and browns,
Drifting through these damaged streets and sporting matching frowns.

I thought we'd left the two world wars and poverty behind,
To linger in our broken books and fill an older time.

A time where death would cloud the world with sorrow and disease,
And fear would plant itself within the innocent with ease.

This made me think and look around for Noah and his arc,
And for the first time since the night I heard a flustered lark.

I quickly turned around to spot within a child's hands,
An injured bird whose time had brought it here from other lands.

The child stole a piece of thread from a redbreast robin's nest,
And wrapped around the ailing bird a splint so it could rest.

An hour past the lark took flight and answered to the wild;
The only resting place of hope is in the bright eyes of a child.


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Spirit of Chantel Noel

The nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.

A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,

She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort caused us to cry.

But because this is pain we can not now recall,
It does not mean we didn’t experience it all,

The nervous system is developed in Mom’s womb long before birth,
Of course, most people know this fact, for what it’s worth,

Why else does the babe instinctively move away,
When the medical probe is maneuvered her way?

She does not know the terms “women’s rights“, “choice” and “abortion”,
As she is killed, screaming in a fear and pain filled contortion,

But that baby’s pain simply doesn’t matter in this world of darkened lights,
She missed the boat when the flag unfurled for choice and women’s rights.

Dear child, you are just not old enough to be without pain and fear,
You see, we have too many excuses times one million a year.
 
May God buffer your pain my little friends when your shortened time is through,
And forgive your Moms and Dads for we may or may not know what we do.

And  ask God to have mercy on us self blinded pretend Christians too,
As we vote for politicians who promote killing your siblings and you.

God bless you Chantel.

     This  is a repost of the poem written 5/01/2010 in answer to a charge that babies don't feel pain anyway so it's okay to abort them.
 The news today 4/17/2012 (AP news) reports that the fetal pain abortion law which recently came about in three states because of the scientific proof that unborn babies do feel pain is now under attack because people want to kill the little ones anyway in spite of their proven torture.
     Perhaps some day our society will become civilized and history will reveal these acts for the barbarianism that it indeed is. Until then let's keep praying for our youngest most vulnerable minority friends.
-Robert A. Dufresne



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Living the Dream

My nightmare is so tangible...so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.

Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.

There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.

Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both sides...in the pockets of "Big Biz".

The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.

My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).

"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".

People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?

Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" abound...is journalism dead?

Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?

How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.


Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)


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THROUGH ROUGH WINDS



A turbulent dome rattles  overhead
Gathering a vault of electric threads
As lightning of fire mangles night, exhumed
Like a maddened howl piercing the frail moon.

Vivid the streaks deepening my own fear
When tempest grows and splintered clouds appear,
To assault human lives with its rough course
A power so defined without remorse.

Moments pass while the maelstrom twirls around
In vicious terror of its breaking ground,
While flash floods rise against a muddy sky
And prayers  bow in need of dire reply.

In a slow dash , heaven’s wind shifts its trail
Lightening the boughs as clear coast prevails
Through intercession, I see doves of peace
Blessed at last from my inner angst’s release!


Justin Bordner's Divine Intervention Contest
by nette onclaud




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"Act of God"

“Act of God”

 Past all understanding somewhere deep within,
 A desperate need to realize something must begin,

Can't touch it with your finger, you must sense it with your heart
 Life’s lessons take a lifetime few chosen vessels start.

To comprehend forgiveness, to feel mercy fall like rain,
Could never live within us had we not suffered pain.

Took a lifetime to discover, so long to understand
 LOVE is the only act of GOD that we can do as man.

 So love without abandon, just give and never ask
 Be free from fear forevermore, discard the stifling mask

 That keeps you from your destiny, that robs you of your peace,
 God made you such a lovely soul, when will that self doubt cease?

 Fear tells you you must keep it, Gods shows you… give it all
 Your choice to live with open hearts one ransomed from the fall

 Truth calls for you to hold her and embrace her child named Joy,
 Hear these words, oh dear one please, my broken heart implores

 To look into the cosmic mirror, find Christ in one's own soul
 To hear these distant longings, see life’s mysteries unfold

Behold the love unseen; hear the whispers of one's heart
To gain true treasure sought of kings...now's the only time to start.



APOM

Lawrence Schrank and Caron Balman
( the 30 year poem) 


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THE VERDICT

Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13


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DON'T WORRY - YOU'RE COVERED

Copyright © 2013
07/27/2013

Politicians' greed seems to hover
  Over our lives, a simmering cover

Separation of Church and State?
  Satan planned mankind's fate

As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
  Over their land like locusts do cover

The faithful do not fret what is hovering
  By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering

Our leaders refuse to make a deal
  When enthralled by Satan's Will

Politics, and selfish greed
  Failing our Nation's need

Obama-Care, a change that's fair
  Or, struggling against Satan's lair?

But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
  Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.
  



by: LP
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
         25 Sep 2013  - 8:13pm


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T'is the Season of Golden Fish and Bells

Sudden fever, limbs trembling, the clog in breathing
why now when I wish to sing of the golden coming our way?

Packages piled beneath tree, lilies opening their heart
and I can't think, no story, no news, no hellos.

So I have only my new toy phone and these crazy fish
mating and multiplying and swimming past golden bells.

Who am I kidding, how could I not be productive every minute
when rest is denied me for a cough, swelling at throat.

No excuse, one could say, fish will always be fish, darting
from threat, meeting their feed needs, following children.

So why am I no fish, no human with this glazed brain
when the carols unroll with the bowing of violins, trumpet

of joy. Isn't that enough, sheer piping pleasure blared
to night, to dare fears entrance, to light up world

Isn't that the true message, you and I here, meeting 
for an hour, a gift of sharing, the unrolling of fatigue,

the quieting of sorrow with the birth of a new world.
How new? Minutes new, this is enough for joy

to cherish the golden fish swimming into you life
disappearing like tomorrow's sun forever but alive.


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What Do I say

I see you over there with a smile on your face,
that makes you glow and stand out to me in this place.

I watch you to see if you notice my look,
You make my heart ache like a fish on a hook.

It's hard to approach such beauty I know,
I bide my time to let my confidence grow.

I try to think of something unique and special to say,
but I know there's nothing that others haven't tried to play.

Looking at your hair and longing to know you more,
What could I possibly say that you wouldn't ignore?

Your smile makes me melt in my imagination of you,
One mistake could easily push you away and it's through.

How could I approach you with such a beautiful attraction,
I feel we could have such love all I need is a good reaction.

If I can't think of something to say you can't refuse,
I fear that you'll be gone forever and I would lose.

Why has it got to be so hard, it can't always be,
Give you my love, but my love you'll never see.


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We Are Just Specks

We are just specks on a ball in space
Yet we think our actions some how run this place.

Trees, living organisms tower all around
We build things bigger them just to tear them down.

The smallest arachnid can hinder our fragile shell
Yet we send our youth to die amid a warring hell.

Our ideas are out growing our human form
We give ourselves freely to the devils storm.

We are guided by things unmeasured or seen
Like fear, hate, love, and especially greed.

We act surprised or mortified when people are killed
Somehow we forget the things we thought of to build.

Did we not think that evil would learn how to use technology
Or as we create, consequences of them are not wired in our biology.

For as a famous scientist did find, for every act
You better be ready for an equal yet opposite impact.

Yet we keep trying to find ways to make life easier
Is anyone seeing the opposite, for it is just getting busier.

We are just specks on this ball in space
Wondering when something much bigger will smack us in the face.


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Give Them A Miracle This Year

Two teachers were given this precious gift, with your guiding hands. One daughter they named Mali and she has all your lesson plans. To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised. This gauntlet that was posed and run is a testament of their praise. They have surmounted each obstacle and hurdle that was made. With fear and doubt they have fought so, she won't be dismayed. Lets pray, a long life for this child, breathing this earths fresh air Creating a deafening echo from all of us repeating the same prayer I'm seeking a miracle for two teachers, a parents simple request Mali wins life after BMT, defeating Hurlers Syndrome, is my request That these two children grow together to live a long and happy life Would be Grandpa's wish for his Christmas, in this world of strife


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Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…


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Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill


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The second miracle,,,,,,,

Oh "Great Spirit" hear my words of truth and prayer

Long life for this child, breathing the earths fresh air

Teachers were given this precious gift, from your guiding hands 

My grand-daughter they named Mali, who has all the lesson plans 

So, that all may learn your lessons and the wisdom of your word, 

to her parents you gave choices, instead of following the herd. 

To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised 

Is a challenge to the best yet, they completed it unpraised. 

They overcame each obstacle and hurdle that you made 

With fear and doubt they fought so, she won't be dismayed. 

I know life is Yours to give or take, anytime you choose, 

with that give her life, on earth, and put mine as a muse. 

This world no longer has use of it and I feel its course is run 

So let, your child, Mali live the life, that Liam had begun 

I see she has much to give this world, that it could surely use 

My plea is that her life be renewed, before you must re-cuse


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Kitty Came Calling

A cute little cat would make her scream
Not as cuddly as it would seem

She couldn't look into kitty's eyes
Looking at him would make her fear rise

She was sure there was evil within
A heart that was dark and full of sin

Others thought it was all in her mind
Kitty came scratching now she is blind

He tangled her feet and made her fall
With his claw he plucked out her eyeball

As she watched her eye roll on the floor
The kitty came back looking for more

With its teeth it bit into her flesh
Kitty preferred it's meat really fresh

How had she become this kitty's feast
Would she escape this horrible beast

Mind unraveling starting to break
Brought to reality with a shake

All of it a dream but it seemed real
It doesn't change the way she feels

Kitty means danger she stays away
If he comes calling she will not play


Poems to keep you up at night


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Guard down

Outside her home, proudly he stood -
gun in hand, just as any guard would.
Daily, he had to face a heartless war -
protecting the house at which society tore. 

He had built an indestructible barricade,
Outside which he stood for more than a decade. 
He sheltered her home from the many evils of humanity,
He kept her strong, she maintained her sanity. 

No one truly got to know the girl that he protected. 
But after a sleepless week, his duties were neglected. 
In a moment of weakness, the wall fell apart.
The guard shot down, the girl back to the start. 

Vulnerable, she realized the world won't like her with a frown: 
So never again, will she let her guard down.


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Given It All

The match is approaching for time has now passed;
He eats a quick meal – knowing it to be last.

The field it is awaiting within thick fog and lights –
He knows that tonight is sure to be a fight.

He gets on a knee and says a quick prayer;
He does it so swiftly – this occasion not rare.

The field now approaches, ominous yet serene –
He sees his team waiting, their strength to be seen.

The ball is kicked and soars like a hawk;
And bodies collide with a thud and a shock.

A fight it turns out – their opponent of great size,
But his team presses forward with a fearless disguise.

Hard hits are given and he takes a few;
But he presses on, for his brothers do to.

Win or loss, fallen or tall,
He walks off the field having given it all.


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World Around Me




The first time I opened my eyes
To the world full of many lies

I learned something around me
Looking everywhere, so much to see

Killing of people, wars for selfish reasons
Fighting for positions, cases for abortions

Hunger for power, unstoppable
Drug addictions, uncontrollable 

I see death with my eyes, a horrible sight 
A bad experience, but I’m absolutely right 



For Debbie’s Contest
March 12, 2013






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shame

Why do people look at me
as if, I'm fruit from a poisonous tree

I'm not strange and wouldn't hurt a flea
yet they act, as if they see a killer bee

Avoiding eye contact, then running off
I'm brand new and not feed from a trough 

I'm not beautiful, just a piece of fine art
take a look, you'll see, what sets me apart

I may look big but, I'm an average weight
When you pick me up, your fear will abate

You can hold me with your hand, to investigate
If you want to learn the truth, don't speculate

People segregate, perpetuate or regulate fear 
Please let me educate you, about my sear

Put my butt, on your shoulder, and hold it there
As you learn, practice safety and always beware

I'm strong and powerful and benefit all mankind
Vision and sanity required, I can't read man's mind

I'm a new semi-automatic weapon with many a name
Man made, blame his greed, insanity for the shame


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My World Of Dreams

Tonight my ink runs down my cheek...
It flows past my lips to a place it speaks...

It catches paper dreams that can't be torn..
Like seeing through written pages not born...

I wink my eye to brush away a tear...
Then slowly the lines fade and disapear...

I crawl away from demons that know my mind...
Drifting into a place where words  are kind...

My eyes close in hopes of a peaceful night...
In a dream that spills into my morning light...



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The Priest and The People

"The gates come down this night!"
Roared the man of light

Driven by fear and obsession
It was one sin never told through confession

Bellowing orders from atop his balcony
Blinded by delusions of glory

The priest led his herd
Countless dreams were crushed with the subtle power of one word

The mob lurched forward down the beaten trail
The wind howled as it began to hail

The wild pitch began to reach fervor
As the line between beast and man began to blur

The hopes for riches and plunder
Fueled the urge to tear the gates asunder

With a deafening crash the gates fell
As did the hopes that whatever lay beyond would release them from their hell

The priest waddled in holding the tails of his gown
Anxiously looking around

But there were no trophies or golden rings
Just rusted monuments to long forgotten kings

The priest fell to his knees
The people gathered to leave

As he began to shout
His eyes fell on the nail marks trying to get out


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WHY ARE WE HERE

Copyright © 2012 
12/17/2012 
(A Purpose So Clear) 

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

This too, we all must do 
  By HIS Hand made anew 


by: LP


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Scary Moments

Something’s lurking in the shadows. Something’s hiding in the dark.
Something’s out there by my window, so why doesn’t Fido bark?
Something out there wants to get me! I am losing my sang-froid.
Something wants to disappear me. I’m not being paranoid!
 
I used to have a neighbor woman--We cannot find her anywhere.
When I called for some patrolmen.  They did not show ‘cause they don’t dare!
Something outside isn’t human-- or at least not anymore.
A cannibal or psycho axeman, or just a clown covered with gore.

I’ve got the willies something fierce. Those shivers just won’t go away.
I’m not ready for the hearse. Too scared to run…too scared to stay.
Someone’s walked over my tomb, or given me the evil eye.
Something’s out there in costume--Trick or treat, it’s time to die!

Something’s out there by my window, so why doesn’t Fido bark?
Something’s lurking in the shadows.  Something’s waiting in the dark.