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Person of Colour

Person of colour is coherently germane,
He is never insane.

Some things about this person of colour may seem strange,
He is simple and he is yet to engage.

This person of colour loves the critics,
It is from them, he ticks.

This person of colour is natural,
And so, he is not a trial.

This person of colour loves to exchange
Ideas beyond his range.

This person of colour loves keyboard,
Tis with this he comes on board.

This person of colour is a charcoal- a black beauty.
This person of colour is me.

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Gettysburg Hauntings

Gettysburg Hauntings

When General Meade met General Lee
At Gettysburg in 1863

Sons of the South battled Northern brothers
And neither side has ever recovered

Fifty-one thousand lives lost in three days
Of a summertime swelter, July haze

Souls rose not to heaven from bodies piled
On blood-soaked battlefields spanning 40 miles

An on-scene photographer moved fallen men
To snap better images with his lens

Hats off to Alex Gardner if you please
Today picture-takers’ cameras freeze

At a large bouldered site called Devil’s Den
Sharpshooter hid, killed unsuspecting men

Travelers at night on Pennsylvania roads
Claim they see soldiers, hear cannons explode

A century after the Revolution
United our states to wage war as one

Virginians were forced to choose blue or gray
Mason Dixon Line divided that way

If only Tom Jefferson’s wise notion
Had not been struck from the Declaration

Slavery, the impetus for war and hate
Would have been quashed before State versus State

Gettysburg might have been a peaceful farm
Where soldiers had never succumbed to harm

But restless spirits, faces pale and gaunt
Never retreat from their Gettysburg haunt

Our nation’s darkest hour plays out each night
And passersby still marvel at the sight

Where sons of the South battled Northern brothers
For neither side will ever recover

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The Maid of Orleans

Reflecting in her garden sits a winsome little maid;
She holds a purple flower like the circlet that she made
And wrapped about her braids to grace her forehead like a crown;
Her thick and shining braids that are the shade of chestnut brown.
A soft and dreamy smile lifts her lips of cherry rose
As she so elegantly lifts the flower to her nose
To smell the rich and heady fragrance rising from its soul-
Upon this day in early May, her heart with joy is full.
But look! The heavens open wide, and joy is changed to fear,
For Michael the Archangel in the garden does appear,
And with him stand Saint Margaret and Saint Catharine, sent to seek
This girl of twelve, and in her frightened youthful ears to speak
Words form the Lord, of how someday, somehow, she'll have to save
Her native land, her land of France, from lying in the grave.
When in their bright angelic garb these saints to heav'n returned,
She knew they had been sent from God, her heart within her burned
With strong desire, with heaven's fire, to do her Father's will;
Her heart beats hard, while all around is silent, calm and still.

The years pass by, now seventeen, her hour is fully come,
And what is now but distant fancy, dull and throbbing hum
Will be her life, her joy, her pain; her darkness or her light:
For God and country, king and freedom, must, she must needs fight.
The chains of England must be broken, young prince Charles crowned:
A source of hope, of inspiration must for France be found;
For civil war rakes raging claws through weary, hopeless men,
Who fight and die, and sacrifice, and lose their homes again;
Their gardens, flocks and herds, and treasures, all are swept away:
With nothing left but life itself, and naught to do but pray.

God heard their prayer and sent her there for their deliverance,
To lead them on to victory through every circumstance
Of treachery or deviltry that loomed on every side.
Urged on by all the saints above and martyrs who had died,
She bound her armor to her body, helmet to her head;
A troop of eager soldiers to the Orleans siege she led.
Without a fear she faced the battle, banner held up high;
It filled each fainting heart with spirit, waving in the sky:
Unfailing, never falling, always standing at the fore,
And filling every weary soul with courage to the core.
Though wounded by an arrow striking close beside her heart,
She still pressed on to victory, she played her vital part.
The Maid of Orleans did her best, she held back not at all,
But risked her life at every turn to heed her heav'nly call;
She fought and bled and braved the beast until her king was crowned,
And even then she carried on, she traveled all around:
Each city gained broke off the chains of power-hungry kings,
Who killed to gain another's land, his citizens and things.

Alas! She met her fate at hands that should have helped her cause;
The countrymen she battled sold her to be judged by laws
And men that all disfavored her, yet still she firmly stood,
Proud head held high, two gleaming eyes; she answered best she could
Each twisted question meant to trap her clear but simple mind:
With wit and art she answered each; they really could not find
A cause for death, but death must be for such an enemy
The fate; who sees such visions full of vile heresy,
Of saints and angels revelating mortals with God's plan.
They also charged her with the sin of dressing like a man,
But it was of necessity she donned a soldier's guise;
For all throughout the war-torn realm roamed pairs of hateful eyes
Who did not heed a woman's cries, but did what pleased them best:
They killed or maimed or stained for life from eastern France to west.

So thus it is, not twenty years, they chain her to a stake-
The final chain that no amount of bravery can break.
Within her dress, hugged to her chest, she tucks a wooden cross;
The symbol of the Son of God, who faced such early loss
Of life, and like her was betrayed and mocked and led to die
Without a cause, without a crime, without a reason why.
Ten thousand people press around; she feels the burning heat,
As flames grow hotter, ever hotter- licking at her feet:
But on one thing and one thing only both her eyes are fixed;
Upon the figure held before her- on the crucifix.
And she is thinking of a time that seems so long ago,
When as a girl she used to sit and watch her garden grow;
She'd pick the purple petaled flowers, braid them in her hair;
Her life was simple, pure, and sweet, she hadn't any care
Until Saint Michael gave her calling to her way back then.
But if she had another life, she'd do it all again,
For God and country, king and freedom she could die this death;
And so it was that thus she died, and with her final breath
Her soul and body parted ways, and while her body burned,
Her soul went on to realms unknown, her soul to heav'n returned
Into the hands of He who made her, to the arms of Christ the Lord;
Who made for her a better body, more than just restored.
Here ends the troubles of this maiden, gone are jail cells dark:
Forever live the Maid of Orleans, known as Joan of Arc.

{Written by Isaiah Zerbst. For the first time published on October the 13th, 2014.}

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The Seamstress of Time

I have a special story I wish to share
About a seamstress beautiful and fair

She would fade away turning into smoke
Of her amazing beauty, no man would joke

The spiraling smoke would then re-form
I know only an angels face could be so warm

Before her a beautiful quilt was spread
Upon it the story of my life was said

As she once again started to dissipate 
She said, “Mike this quilt records your fate”

As the smoke traveled over to a new place
And then formed together creating her face

Looking over her shoulder back at me
She said, “This area will hold what has yet to be”

Most of the quilt looked like twisted evil tattoo
Simply because, my life’s quilt was quilted true

I looked the quilt over and then met her gaze
She was so beautiful in so many different ways

The last part of the quilt way over to the right
Showed the beauty of someone changing their plight

Upon her beautiful hand, which seemed so nimble
I noticed she was wearing my grandmother’s thimble 

From a young maiden so beautiful to see
My grandmother appeared right in front of me

I guess up in heaven we return to our youth
My grandmother was beautiful; such is the truth

I thought of the price grandma was asked to pay
The shame of knowing I had turned out that way

I thought of her sitting there stitching my shame
My grandmother didn’t deserve an eternity of pain

She said, “Michael be still with the pain in your heart,
Your story encourages others to make a new start.”

“The deeper the wrong the stronger the right
I always knew my boy would take up the fight”

With a smile much brighter than an ice covered sea
She said, “I love the man my boy has grown up to be”

As she turned to the quilt and started to sew
She said, “Michael, its now time for you to go.”

“Believe in your story believe in your truth
For Salvation is the true fountain of youth”

One night in a dream, which I’ll hold forever divine
I learned; my Grandmother is now,” The Seamstress of Time”

When I was a boy I would help my Grandmother roll
her quilt, find her glasses, as well as, her thimble. I 
never thought about how amazing her art truly was.
From a pile of rags she would make the most beautiful
quilt's. I sleep under one of her quilts to this very day. 

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Veterans Day Out..

"To all of us from America, and beyond.
We hold a connection that will forever bond.
The reflection Of Veterans Day, 
We'll march with gratitude on this one certain Holiday.
Prayers and thanks will be filled with solemn pride.
To the heroism of those who died.
We'll praise and honor every name and memory~
To all the men and women who fought throughout history.
In celebration we honor America's veterans for their patriotism, of willingness. 
For the love of our country,  they served and sacrificed with their best service."
Victory ~History~ A singed Treaty~ 11-11-1918 
Mends to an end of “the war to end all wars.” Welcoming 11-11-11   

Dedicated to Veterans throughout the world and History...
In Honor and memory of all Veterans... 


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To All Of You

There are times we are left to cope
With situations that drain our hope

Leaving us full of despair
At how some people just don't care

About the evil that they do
To good people like all of you

We are left to somehow face
That in mankind there is disgrace

And those of us left alive
Must find away to survive

As you pick up the pieces of your life
Without your mother, father, husband or wife

And some of you God forbid
Without the love of your kids

We must band together with a brotherhood
Show that in this world there is some good

Because we are together in this deal
We try to help each other heal

We seek in each other good advice
And offer each other sacrifice

We hold each other in prayer and song
As we continue to re-build the wrong

Because what else in the world can we do
Except let the light of good shine through

The evil darkness and despair
Of a catastrophic lack of care

We want you to know you are not alone
Think of America as a giant cone

And all of us are funneling through
Our prayers and hopes to all of you

Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest

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The Homeplace

Here further down the hillside slope
Down close to the creek with hope

My husband bought a house, land
Fenced in and made many plans

Subdued the land to cow pasture
And planted a garden, fruit trees sure

Fathered another child to call him sir
The creek seemed to like the stir

Enjoyed the children for a little while___
Loved them so that it made her smile

Today she loves grandchildren the same
No girls there are in frills ___tame

The creek keeps on flowing to the sea
The land is mostly stripped of trees

(This is my adaptation of Robert Frost's poem "The Birthplace".  I hope that it does not insult 
his work.)

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Erin Go Bragh

At Ben Bulben’s feet Sligo stands
The home of such creative hands

Where poet William Yeats did grow.
The Nobel Prize his poems did know.

On my trip to this emerald isle,
I yearned to visit a long while.

As sun poured through the misty sky
Shedding warmth with its golden eye,

I stood beside the lough in awe
At dancing diamonds that I saw

Near Connemara’s tall twelve bens 
O’er lands of ancient souls that wends.

I sense their haunting watchful eyes
And feel my roots where rivers rise.

I hear the voices lost at sea,
They echo on eternally;

As with the thousands who took flight
During the worst potato blight.

Their sadness streams across the seas
Where most souls died with unheard pleas.

Those sad and tragic days long past,
And Erin’s joys returned at last

To verdant Lee and sandy shores
To music heard across the moors,

To people with the kindest hearts
Is what this isle to me imparts.

© 2013 

*Erin go bragh means Ireland Forever
*lough means a lake
*Ben means Irish, a mountain peak

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The Mightiest of Poet's Still

Hark! The mighty sage’s quill,
Leaves remnants of genius, still.
Reminding me of richer days,
Where wines could really come to age;
And gods among the people dwelled,
In works of master poet’s felled.
Where aerie tales and thoughts of fancy,
Awaken something everlasting.
The faded thoughts of vestments tore,
Through mournful tales of days of yore.
I bore inquisitive insight,
To mouth a masterpiece delight;
Reciting thoughts from Edgar Poe,
In poetry and foul-like prose.
And as I muttered, “Nevermore”,
I pondered on his lost Lenore;
A femme who captivated thought,
His inspiration to the plot.
And in his wording wizardry,
So haunted by his imagery,
Moves me to expound wanton lyrics
To every soul who dares to hear it.
And with immense humility --
No pen shall cite as good as he.

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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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Toilers at the Trench

Plunging, lifting, plunging -as wind blew ashes all around -
the shovels' blades incised the cold and black encrusted ground.

Attached to shovel handles were the arms of skeletons - of men,
who pausing, hacked and wheezed; then bent and smote the dirt again.

With bruised decrepit bodies - and coerced - they struggled on
beneath a sky from which the sun for them had long withdrawn.

And seeping into nostrils came that too familiar stench
when shrieking had died out, and still - they toiled at the trench.

Perhaps they dreamed of tunnels; that the cracks within the earth
inflicted by their shovels formed a path to their rebirth.

What horror in the knowing there were no more tears to cry
or that their bodies - shoeless - might, in graves they’d dug, soon lie.

For Brian Strand's "1-14 lines any theme/any form max 14 lines Poetry Contest"

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Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day

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Civil War

This evening I listen to a Rock 'n' Roll band
Their track is Civil War, as our world now expands

To us it's the same size but to others they despise
For the want of greed exists in their killer hungry eyes

Where do I start, to say of their evil spread
A different starvation leaving the world in evil dread

It's not our today's but our yesterdays years
That our history tells us, of our everlasting torn tears

Cambodia, the Lebannon, and Sri Lanka's Indian sun
Rebels who demand better at the end of a gun

Guaetamala and Peru with their Shining Path
Villagers in terror decrying it's ever last

Democracy is our power in it's controllable exist
Like the Shining above, how long will our future paths persist

Recent news in the Arabic World, has taken tyrants by surprise
For decades they have stolen with their torturing infidel lies  

I could go deeper and deeper to describe these evils acts
In wanton blood spillage, to increase civil war torn facts

For this is the world we live in, it appears we determine to live
Maybe in our lifetime it will be on our doorstep, we open, our lives will sieve

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Long ago on this land we were all one
There was unity between man, earth, moon and sun
Man hunted and fished with love for the land
He had respect for his kingdom and all at hand

The white man came in numbers strong
Destroying what had been there so long
Hunting man and animal with such brute force
Mercilessly, ruthlessly, with no remorse

In the name of progress many died
The wolf and the bear and the eagle cried
When the smoke had cleared and the battle done
The earth and man were no longer one

They tell us they take for human need
But the truth be told, 'twas for human greed
It will take centuries to undo what's done
To restore our unity with earth, moon and sun.

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The Spirital Womb

The tragedy of a Miracle started today
Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away 

Of all the tragedies in the history of man
This is one I try to grasp, but never can

For some reason I find it impossible to see
We crucified the greatest man in our history

Through all of the gain and all of the loss
It was a predestined coin man had to toss

I wonder how Pilot must have felt that day
He washed cowards hands in a cowardly way

Beaten and tortured, his skin ripped to shreds
As a thorny crown dug holes into Jesus’ head

While nailed to the cross he had one final goal
Through the mercy of love he saved another soul

He saved that soul and then our Lord Jesus died
Can you imagine the countless tears that were cried?

As we all know Jesus' body was placed into a tomb
To my minds eye it was no less than a spiritual womb 

And from inside that womb salvation was born
For the tomb was found empty come Sunday morn

This is not how the story ends it is only how it starts
The Lord now lives up inside each one of our hearts

Even those lost in Prison, the ones like I used to be
Can turn to the Lord and then they will be set free

Freedom is a thing that I think we all strive to find
It is etched in our heart and engraved in our mind

I was locked up in a cell nestled tightly away
Facing several years that I would have to pay

Up inside of that cell I made my own decree
A true miracle was taking place inside of me

I was a very evil man and I was so proud to show it
In the wink of an eye I was transformed into a Poet

I learned there is only one way to truly be free
Ask of the Lord, “ Jesus please come unto me”

And just as the Lord Jesus Christ rose up out of his tomb
We can all live with-in the comfort of his spiritual womb

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As I lie in this box, all dirty and scuffed.
I remember the time I was shiny and fluffed.

Alone and forgotten, I doubt that is true?
For I was once savored in red, white and blue.

Although, it may seem like a long time ago.
I once  flew through the air in many a show.

I was waved at through crowds as I proudly appeared.
So high I did blow and to many was feared.

It's just a matter of time, I'll be back once again.
I just don't like this box, and I do miss the wind.

Why must I wait until the fourth of July?
For I am important, it's my duty to fly.

Until then I will stay here, my memories in bloom.
Maybe the maid will soon free me, when she tidy's the room.

I know that she likes me, she flew me last spring.
Some kind of occasion, a Memorial thing.

This can't be my destiny, for I stand for truth.
I'm not just a toy, what's wrong with our youth?

I hear them play music of hate and it hurts.
I am use to large stadiums and enormous concerts.

How I long for the trumpet; A victorious sound.
Still I'm here when you're ready, not lost nor found.

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Reason why Pilgrims came to America

Why did pilgrims come to America
For Religious Freedom


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Your History (COUPLET)

Your History. Your 
Full Mystery. Your 

Slave Name. Your 
True Shame. Your 

Mixed Race. Your 
Mislaid Trace. Your 

Earth Fallen. Your 
Birth Stolen. Your 

New Voice. Your 
Bad Choice. Your 

Shame Rain. Your 
Rage Strain. Your 

Heart Torn. Your 
Pain Born. Your 

Awful Dream. Your 
Africa Scream. Your 

Ugly Night. Your 
Rising Bright Light 

June 07, 2005

By Mohlouoa Ntsasa

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Massacre at Glencoe

The snow rests red and heavy
through the valley and the glen,

with MacDonald honor lingering on
in spite of Campbell sin.

Give us crimson wool
to weave a plaiden memory

of the massacre at Glencoe
and deeds of treachery.

Let the stigma of a traitor
forever mark their name

as long as Scotland bears the scar
so recalled shall be their shame.

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The Technology Elf

Our first computer was set and ready to go.
How to use it only the children did know.
“Wheel of Fortune” became our regular game.
We would gather to play; it earned family fame.

Taking turns guessing letters: R-S-T-L-N-E.
Every one was a clue to the phrase mystery.
Each night was the same for the kids and myself.
Until we were visited by the "Technology Elf!"

We had guessed many letters without success.
Then, just as our thinking began to regress,
The answering machine conveyed the next letter.
Wide-eyed and doubting, we had nothing better.

So we typed in the letter; oh, my, the surprise,
The solution was clear; our eyebrows did rise.
With hair on my neck standing straight and tall,
The children asked me to explain it all.

We all heard the clue whispered from the phone.
It must have been technology gnome!
Or was it a ghost that caused this mystery?
You can bet that our game soon became history.

But that was back then, before systems improved.
Now we all are addicted as technology behooved.
There are so many fun games and friends on the web.
No ghost, gnome or elf could make surfing ebb.

© July 22, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Talkin' Technology 	
Sponsored by: Natalie Fllikkema

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The Norwegian Lady

Since the 19th century, she stands looking out to sea
A guardian of the sailor, a survivor of tragedy
The Captain lost his pregnant wife and son and five members of his crew
Now she waits just like her sister when a sailor's return is overdue
Her sister stands in Moss since nineteen sixty two
They stand  and face each other across the ocean blue
The Dictator, a Norwegian vessel, aground she did run
Nine people died off the shore in eighteen ninety one
The Captain returned to Norway when his healing was done
In Elmwood cemetery he sadly left his wife and son
On thirty seventh street in Virginia Beach the Norwegian Lady Stands
A monument to all who sail and walk on foreign sands

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Self made men like you are rare
Such vision and passion you had to share

So sure at such an early age
Of words you placed upon a page

Love flowed through your soul and veins
And spilled upon the pages plain

You pawned everything a man can know
So sure of what you had to show

Then politics became your passion
And people's poet was your fashion

Exiled by the heads of state
Hiding was your newest fate

Until awards upon you fell 
And sent you from the man made hell

And though you may no longer live
The words you left will always give.

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In high definition

In high definition... There is an old oak tree in our backyard. This old oak limbs weep like a willow. It branches out to the stars. The moon effervescent shines above. During the winter, the moss hangs low. I see the wind blow through its leaves in autumn. There is an old oak in our backyard Where a widow sits beneath weeping over love lost. The dawn has broken. The dew is high. This old oak is well defined. She has limbs that reach high in the sky. The sun photosynthesis makes each leaf shine. Her depth is sublime. This old oak is part of home. Many visitors she knows as a widower rests before he moves on. This old oak tree stands tall As a City's landmark. |__________________________________________________| Penned on November 22, 2014!

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My hand holds your hand

My hand holds your hand and that`s enough.
In the green`s intervals, the weather is rough;
The blue wind freed its own ghost’s chain
Following the rhythm of the crystalline rain;
With the leaf`s thrill and embrace`s embers
Patient ruby hidden in alabaster chambers, 
Far from the desert of mirrors, standing aloof
As vulnerable as the surge`s serenity`s proof;
Simple surmise falling down with the mist,
Suspension bridge above the yellow East;
Looking from the season `s round roof,
Solitude seems hit by a rueful cold hoof.
Like the violet dawns date with the pale moon,
Chapel`s morning joined the emerald afternoon;
Air angels with white wings are our mates;
Trees beg for heaven to let open the gates; 
We listen to inner chansons sung by Edith Piaf
My hand holds your hand and that`s enough.

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Democrats vs Republicans

Democrats vs. Republicans
Where oh where to begin
If one takes a dive into their lives you would see how one side  always wins
For the red light is on, and times have certainly changed
We live in a world that is selfish and becoming more deranged
A house divided cannot stand
America is in fragmented pieces but they don’t understand
Words are cheap when actions lie
I vote for the man who’s in the sky
For he never changes and he really cares
Not these greedy politicians who point and stare
America is about the people who work hard in this life
Yet all our government seems to do is feed on weakness and strife
I am pro restoration,
And anti-abomination
I am pro family unity,
Not superficial comments spoken into our hurting community
A bitter game
It’s such a shame
It’s time for us to give America back its glorious fame
Speak with conviction
Hold up our youth
Burn all the lies and tell them the truth
There’s a generation that’s growing on welfare and government loans
Independence is being broken down by control that is clearly shown
A father fracture has intruded
Many hearts and minds are polluted
Do they care about restoring the family unit as a whole?
Or are they leeches sucking out all our young people’s souls
Purity has been banned
As they raise up sworn hands
I can see the coiling snakes
Oh dear America we have made a terrible mistake
What really matters has been perverse
Like a woman under a tragic curse
Vote for vitality
Not the pagan’s visions of immorality
Vote for untainted officials
Not for men who can’t control their own missiles
Restore the innocence to our children in our music and on TV
Someone be the voice stating that in bondage how can you call yourself free
Another chance,   might be our last
Look to the leaders of Americas past,
Discern their virtue and read their soul
Then you will know which way you should go
Take the blinders and finally see
That we are being held captive to a rise of insanity
While we still got power take a missive stand,
Our land was blessed because of the convictions of man.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: For such a time as this

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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 blues man

Born on September 16, 1925 in Itta Ben, Mississippi
His ambitions grew as fast as he could stand on his tippys  

Given the name Reily B. King better known as B.B. King
Strumming his zealous hands and acing the blues on strings

He made his first break performing “Sonny Boy” in 1948
 To steady engagements and his quest for perfection was his fate

Throughout his life B.B. received numerous awards of distinction 
B.B. Is acknowledged as an American icon and will be for generations 

B.B. continues to tour extensively each year
"The Thrill Is Gone” rings notorious on the air 

Written about B.B. King for Raul’s B.B. King contest 

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I can hear the horses snorting, outside my bedroom window,
Even though it comes, from so many years ago;

Cotton from the cottonwoods flying through the air,
Making whitened dapples on my palomino mare;

The hounds are all out baying, it must be dinner time;
In my tiny little neighborhood, I was never scared of crime;

Family surrounded me, aunts and uncles all around,
It was quiet on our little street, no sirens made a sound;

My cousins and I would play outlaws, and we’d hide out for a day;
Making mighty forts from the fifty tons of hay;

It never really changed much, as I grew up through the years,
And remembering that it’s gone, always brings me close to tears.

(My Parents sold the house I grew up in last year - It still breaks my heart)

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The World of War

the Yankees and Rebels did fight
sometimes for hours through day and night

the Civil War is in the past
but the hatred will always last

ignorance in all the wars
nothing will even the scores

lives are always lost
loved ones pay the cost

peace may never come
when leaders are dumb

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How General Grant Won The Civil War

He could fight and win battles, could this General Ulysses Grant!

   Other of Lincoln's generals were continually sayin', "I can't!"

Though 'twas well-known that General Grant relished his schnapps,

   Even soused he could concoct solid battle plans by studyin' his maps.

Becomin' frustrated with his other generals and their lack of action,

   Abe suggested to an aide that if it would help them get some traction,

He'd like to know what Ulysses drank and where he got the stuff,

   So he could send a barrel to every general to get him off his duff!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

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Forty ninth and fiftyth States

49th & 50th States of the union
Hawaii and Alaska


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There have been times in our land
When our nation has had to take a stand.

It first began at Bunker's Hill
Where so many men were then killed.

All through that war with the British King
Men here in America were fighting and dying.

They were the first "Veterans" of the US,
When duty calls, there was always a surplus.

Always men of courage it takes it seems
Like those with Jackson at New Orleans.

There were "Veterans" who fought both South and North
When the country was split, her sons poured forth.

Healing those wounds would take some time
But in the end it came in line.

Of course no one remembers the row with Spain
Where America sent her men once again.

The "War to End All Wars" was more than a saying
As loved ones and sweethearts were left home praying.

Oh, Chateau Thierry, the Argonne, Belleau Wood and more
Are now in our history as battles of that war.

Then came the biggest war of all
When the world went crazy in '39's Fall.

Our "Veterans" were there too,
In Africa, Europe, and the Katmandu.

From Casablanca and Casserein on Africa's shore,
To Sicily, Anzio, Normandy, and the Bastogne's of that war.

The Pacific saw its share of death and hell
From the first bombs at Pearl Harbor to Gaudalcanal.

Many "Veterans" died at Iwo Jima, Saipan, Okinawa too,
They shed their blood for me and you.

After the end, we thought we might have some order,
Until the Communists in Korea crossed the border.

The Vietnam era was one of upheaval and race,
Some "Veterans" coming home even received a spit in the face.

For their part the "Veterans" were not to blame,
And for our country, it was a time of shame.

Dessert Storm and Dessert Shield put them in the MidEast
Where terror reigns with sate for a feast.

Yet, the soldier, sailor, or airman know,
If his country calls, he must go.

They follow the traditions of other "Veterans" you see,
They put their lives on the line for both you and me.

To the ones who have worn our country's uniform I say
"Thank You, Veteran", we should honor you with more than one day!

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Architects of Humanitarian Crises

Copyright © 2008 #03
4/12/2008 // (Edited: 1/22/2013/lp
(a historical glimpse of humanity's rise)

*This poetic epic begins with the
greatest sin against humanity

*This poem is dedicated to all
serving and protecting the
¨Basic Rights of Mankind¨

Once, mankind was forgiven from sin
but continue to embrace it like a trend

After the Flood many nations strolled
some didn´t want true history told

All mankind has got to realize
humanity had been vandalized

A few condemmed HIM to a Cross
and mankind became a hope lost

His testimony was like no other
a promise bonding men as brothers

So, was it hate, shame or pride?
The Shroud of Turin now abide

Something embedded itself into minds
their egos separated mankind thru time

From images of Christ to the Sphinx
mankind altered their faces with ink

Societies increased across the land
but some became marauding bands

Enslaved many to learn their ways
called indentured servants nowadays

Learning finally opened many minds
forbidden to most throughout time

Conquering became a lust
many thought they must

Barbarians embraced warfare
believing in war over prayer

Some journeyed to build
but most decided to steal

Robbing nations precious gold
slaughtering the young, and old
another story that was not told

Saw oppressing others was nice
ensnared some as their sacrifice

Oppression increased in the land
because of the barbarian's plan

Their business began to boom
and corruption shot to the moon

America, land of morality and hope
still someone was signing for dope

Capital´ism made a few very rich
sin and immorality, Islam tried to fix
paganism and Communism a glitch
a conflict to shove Christianity in a ditch

Old governments embraced the Klan
still got history's blood on their hand.

Kept society busy with Santa Claus
knowing its origin is spiritually false

They knew global warming was real
maybe too late, this just sent a chill

Interested learning secrets of the brain
Drug gangs driving societies insane

Kids with little future left in sight
hopes dwindled like the Knight

Then, later came Robin Hood
with good news from the wood

Someone revived human rights
still, some decided not to fight

No need for humantarian crises
diabolical plans rolling the dices

These sinful plans between hands
slaughtering the lambs of the land

We need to fix this mess
before we come to rest

Most of  world history twisted
some are now rying to fix it

For some Nations, it was too late
capital'ism quickly sealed their fate

Africa was a continent very rich realizing it is in a ditch
never should´ve trusted Mitch

I even heard the Rossette Stone
was hidden in someone´s home

The secrets of Giza
painted in Mona Liza

Even the Eyptian Sphinx
tried to give mankind a wink
now hides her missing links

And, the pyramids contained a sacred Key
stolen by those not wanting us to be free

Someone hide Pandora´s Box
with final desination Fort Knox

Even, saw the Bible's Holy Grail
shipped by Fed-Ex Express Mall

Most gold, and precious artifacts
was found stolen, and hijacked

It´s hard for most to understand
they kept us busy with their plan

So, in this life we must cast our vote
moving forward with faith and hope

Those affected have become a scorn
got them hungry from dusk to dawn

World economies causing a recess
ego and pride got us in a big mess

The Middle East became a feast.
I wonder who planned that piece?

They say Mohammed started this fuss.
through history who dare finger Guss?

These differences in world religions
still affecting mankind's decisions

Humanity began in Africa and Irak
but millions destituted in a shack

The Americas to China has similiar pain
but yrants' view them as a social stain

And, there was oil for food
but someone became rude

So, once again East meets West
fighting over another treasure chest

Expenses reaching trillions
recovery costing billions
death in the millions

The greatest gift is charity
why concentrate on disparity?

We need to fix this mess
or earth soon to rest

Mismanagement of world funds
resources available by the tons

The poor and depair need more
still someone's locking the door

Feeling no guilt with pride
and the fortunes they hide

Corruption and terrorism sown
by a few of government´s own

Someone´s selfish plans ahead
have now made us very afraid...
maybe baked or nuked instead

Distitute's nourishment is baked dirt
nothing else or their stomachs hurt

Most of the time with nothing to eat
weeping for a peaceful night sleep

The 3 pathways to Heaven are narrow
selfish can learn from the sparrow.

When the next ATOM splits and divide
some gonna try to run and hide
knowing they deceived many and lied

So, don´t worry about a thing tonight
soon GOD will make things alright

Then, all children will be able to play
The Prince of Peace will come to stay

So, remember before it´s over
they too needed a shoulder

by: LP

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What's in Our American Future

Is our American Nation, now the new frontier
by accepting All People that seek work and life here

I understand technology has shrunken this world
Did the Rights of Citizens shrink, as our flag unfurled

It seems that the loudest voices that you hear today
All cater to self interest, while trying to lead America astray

"We the People" does it still mean Citizens have the Voice
To decide what is best for America, We The People Make The Choice

When big money and interests from outside these states
Try to dictate Our Future, by buying people to act as mates

Remember the words shouted by Paul Revere on his ride
Listen to the cries from our ancestors as they seek to divide

When limits are the only solutions and if bans become fact
Citizens think for yourself, what you lose, and judge the impact

If our States Rights are limited, to a path by government as planned
It's our ancestors battles, blood and voices that put a vote in your hand

We can Teach All The Children of whats right and whats wrong
To pray, Trust in God, the value of family and how to belong  

We have been leaving teaching to others to seek and accumulate wealth
Without thinking coins can't buy an Angel or protect children's mental health

Their are so many different answers That We All Need To Discuss,
so cut those puppet strings, start thinking, instead of riding the bus

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Honorable Soldier

They say my duty is to protect the lands
Defend it! Even with your bare hands
I train so hard in the sun and rain
To become stronger, something to gain
Task after task it gets tougher
My heart and skin become rougher
Learning how to become a predator
I was chosen for this, not just a visitor
Aim for your target's heart
Kill him, find another one, restart
Gradually, I lose all emotion
Combat is my only devotion
Suddenly terrors outbreak
Our country is at stake
What are we going to do?
Start a war, come soldier, you!
Surely, the fight begins
But who are the villains?
I didn't have time to think
These dots to link
I was at war
Fighting like a wild boar
Killing as many enemies as I can
This terror, I will surely ban
An enemy tries to run
I kill him just for fun
Wait! Am I enjoying this?
What is this unholy bliss?
Feeling delight by making others suffer
What is it that I offer?
Wasn't it peace and tranquility?
How come I'm committing infidelity?
I look around, the seeds of hell
Have all come out of their shell
Pointless murdering
Me and my fleet are shouldering
Countless cases of rape
Committed by the heroes wearing the cape
The land we were supposed to protect
With corruption, it, We did infect
Following orders from above
All our humanity we had to shove
Why didn't we ask first?
Why, for blood, did we thirst?
The enemy I killed was just a kid
Going back to a place where he hid
To the world, I'm a hero
Personally, I'm just a zero
My humanity is back
Taking me to the right track
But I'm chained to my regret
A shame that I can't neglect
Although, I did quit the war
It’s not enough to pay back the score
I got a soul, yet I'm just a boulder
I am the honorable soldier

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Are the "Missing" Linked?

Tibetan monks share legend-colored reports
     Taking wide-eyed listeners from valley floors

To peaks in the sentinel Himalayas
     So how could such holy men’s tales betray us

A dark, furry creature’s outline has been seen
     Startling climbers on mountains so serene

Leaving bipedal footprints on pristine snow
     Stumping searchers who try to learn where they go

Yeti, the not-so-abominable snowman
     Much maligned being of God’s creative hand

Never attacks, just appears and quickly flees
     Allowing sighters to suspect what they please

Howling in the pain of loss from lofty peaks
     Perhaps for a missing cousin Yeti seeks

One who traversed a lost land bridge from Asia
     Then made his way south from the Arctic Tundra

To explore lush forests now U.S. Northwest
     Where for centuries Bigfoot has done his best

To elude capture by settlers and hunters
     And scoff at ever-hopeful photographers

Publicized encounters with both have been made
     But only footprints, blurry photos remain

Of man’s intriguing, unevolved ancestors
     Scientists think they’re human predecessors

But their imprints on Earth have been minimal
      Never chopping trees or scarring pinnacles

They’ve reason to hide from creatures who pollute
      Posing threats to life by developing nukes

Perhaps these "beasts" we should emulate
     Learn from our ancestors before it’s too late

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Francis Scott Key
     Wrote Star Spangled Banner

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Rootless Freedom

Reflection of a past is lingering in mind
Illegal was religion and Gods were not so kind

So THEY demolished faith, put Churches upside down
and built a monster palace for a self-elected clown

As I kneel softly, slowly, on rootless Nature's beauty
To quench my thirst for Freedom hindsight's my heart's duty

To pray for souls of parents as they rest on roots of love
I clean my face with water, drink Freedom like a dove...

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Custer's Last Stand

When Sitting Bull and Colonel Custer were locked in mortal battle,

   And with arrows flying and heard was the muskets' fearsome rattle,

      Finally surrounded and when all hope was lost, Custer was heard to say,

         "You must be bull sittin' me!"  Proclaiming with his last breath, "Foul play!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

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Why Afghanistan

Many lives were sacrificed throughout the years in war.
Although it's very tragic, we've always known what for!

They put their lives in danger, to keep our country free.  
A necessary evil, we understand, just had to be.

Afghanistan's another story, the lives we've lost is so unfair.
 'cause it's hard for us to justify, exactly why the hell we're there!

Ralph Taylor
Six Lines of Poetry, Please

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Who Is This One ?

Who was this One born meek and mild,
this infant, Mary’s baby boy child ?

Why was He born in dark of night
beneath the star of brightest light ?

 Countless in number the angels sang,
above the hillsides their praises rang.

Below in the fields were those thought least:
frightened shepherds whose wonder never ceased.

Who was this One of whom angels did sing:
the question of those with little to bring.

Even those stabled there knew that this night
because of Him, all would be set right.

Heralded in time by men from the east,
they came with great treasures upon their beasts.

Bowing low before the King of Kings,
they paid Him homage with finer things.

But what was so special about that night,
that which puts Christmas in it’s truest light ?

O, who is this One of majestic worth,
This One with rightful claim to the earth ?

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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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A run-down barn nestled among low and gentle hills,

it adds natural charm to a breathtaking landscape.

On sunny mornings, it adorns itself with sunrays,

making the screeching ravens flee to a shady spot.

Its paint is peeling off due to an abandoned state,

it once echoed with the constant moos of cattle.

It can almost hear the tractors heading for the harvest,

emitting fumes to disperse the wildflowers' strong aroma.

Mockingbirds are too annoyed to welcome another crisp morning

with their thrilling notes that can make the radiant air so festive.     

Cowboys riding on fast horses gave life to these fileds, once tallgrass prairies...

even they have left these lands where buffalos, elks and coyotes freely roamed.  

Driving back home, dusk changes the color of fields, clouds, hills and sky...

shadows invade the lonely barn on Greenpoint Road followed by many stars.   

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Presidential Trivia

President's Day is approaching so I thought I would further your education,
By revealing useless trivia about some of the dudes who've served our nation.

President Washington actually had to borrow money to get to his inauguration.
He wore size 13 shoes and seldom took a bath much to Martha's indignation!

Abe Lincoln agreed his wasn't the prettiest face when all was said and done!
Once called 'two-faced' he said, "If I had two faces, do you think I'd wear this one?"

James Buchanan was nearsighted in one eye and farsighted in the other,
Causing him to lean his head to the left and close one eye, which was a bother!

For his breakfast, Ulysses Grant loved cucumbers soaked in vinegar to eat!
He probably saved his hide since he declined to join Abe in his theater suite!

Woodrow Wilson was plagued with indigestion and was blind in one eye.
He had a pet sheep named Old Ike that chewed tobacco and that ain't no lie!

Cal Coolidge used a paucity of words so that many folks thought him dead!
He liked his head rubbed with Vaseline while eating his breakfast in bed!

Harry Truman kept a sign on this desk that read, "The Buck Stops Here!"
Remembered will be his scorching letter to an editor defending Margaret's career!

'Tis well-known that Ronnie Reagan dearly loved Nancy and jelly beans,
And was happiest at his ranch riding a horse and wearing old jeans!

And finally, from Barack Obama we learned that there are fifty-seven states,
And that he makes skillful use of a teleprompter to ensure there are no misstates!

Th-th-thats all folks - more than you ever wanted to know about these chaps!
(There's much more I could reveal but it best be kept under close wraps!)

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

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The Lonesome Gods

Do the lonesome gods up in the sky,
Ever question or wonder why;

Their faithful up and left them bare,
Alone and afraid without a prayer;

No homage is now paid to the gods,
No tribute left to the beings once awed;

Do they ever ponder where their followers went,
Or do they still wait for gifts to be sent;

Has it left them weak, barely hanging on,
Since their worshipers have all gone;

Or are they there, just biding time,
Watching the fallen committing their crimes;

Hoping someone will remember their grace,
The ones that ruled with hammer and mace;

Did they vanish from their temples of stone,
Are they terrified now, at being alone;

I think of them often, wondering if they are there,
And I hope that it helps them, knowing I care.

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Fury of Fire

The S.E.A.T. planes look like Vultures as they circle over head,
Dropping tanks of slurry over glowing trees of red;

An orange blaze crests the mountain top, then swallows the valley below;
As the smoldering ash floats back to Earth, it almost looks like snow;

The roar of the fire is deafening as it engulfs the forests decay,
And the black smoke is so thick in the air, it takes our breath away;

The heat blisters paint on the dozers, trying to cut a break,
It burns with an unknown fury, til nothing is left in it's wake;

The fire has a mind of it's own, carrying a heart full of wrath,
Taking life after life, incinerating all in its path.

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A David for David

David is small teenage boy from Israel
A son of Jesse whose king named Saul

He carried a slingshot on his side for protection
Used it for work with a matching pouch of stones

There’s a war between Israel and Philistine
Takes forty days for them to initiate how to begin

David knew about the giant called Goliath
Not afraid to fight him without any mask

He only carried with him his faith to defeat 
The mighty giant whom every man is afraid

One day David saw Goliath at the battlefield
Ready to fight, so he closed his eyes and prayed

The giant move forward for a great kill
David reached his bag and used his skills

The stone hit the giant straight in the forehead
He fell face down on the ground and really beg

David took Goliath sword, killed him and cut his head
He did it finally and triumphantly makes the giant dead

I compare this story of faith and bravery to our dear David the poet
With his powerful poems makes us inspired even if we didn't meet yet

Enjoy your long vacation together with your beautiful wife
I know you are happy sharing unforgettable moments in life

October 24, 2012
By: Maria Paz
For Cyndi's "A David For David" Contest
1st Place Winner

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Fallen Angels

"Angels descending, bring from above
echos of mercy, whispers of love."

And that is the fallen angels lie.
corrupted beings that will never die.

Ruling the earth apart from God's throne.
by enslaving humans, their evil has grown.

Promising mercy, lust, riches and power,
twisting souls as one, like Babels tower.

Throughout history, again and again,
they have sought the conquest and worship of men.

Beyond the veil, they work, plot and scheme,
planting seeds in our hearts to blaspheme.

Building the New World Anti-Christ empire.
Final earthly kingdom set for fire.

For the "Fallen Angels" contest.

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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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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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Global Warming Frenzy

Step aside, Mr. Gore, as the world's people rebel
Despite your predictions, Earth is not as hot as hell
We took your global warnings seriously at first
But for your dire forecasts, we no longer thirst
UN scientists who'd backed up your warnings
Now say there's no evidence the planet is warming
Instead, a mini ice age raps on a frosty door
A whiteout winter lingers; snow still covers Earth's floor
Was it all a ruse to propel yourself to the spotlight?
As the blizzards wreak havoc, you've fallen from our sight
And worse, we are left to wonder why you paid no heed
To historical cycles that made your theories weak
Prehistoric species fell during a period of heat
And proof of past ice ages are preserved in Mammouth meat
So please do us a favor and stay, as now, in hiding
Your doom and gloom prophecies we are now deriding
With each shovel of unprecedented winter snow
Angry Americans shake their heads and want to know
If it was the speaking engagements and book sales
That led you to express your global warming wails
Or did corporate backers of your "green energy" business
Lead you to attempt to spoon feed us utter nonsense
Pollution is of great concern to all with conscience
But attributing climate cycles to it simply made no sense
The UN scientists now say they've lost all supporting data
Belief in "global warming" has been tossed back at ya

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The African countries lived well by themselves
Until the white man crossed, continental shelves

I can understand adventurers who decided to roam
But not the conglomerates who raped as they combed

The British in Sudan and the French colonies
Never helped Africa being brought to it's knees

This beautiful continent enjoying political appease
But it has a powder-keg fuse that can light with such ease

Angola, Uganda, and Rwanda hit the news
Civil Wars and Genocide once again man's abuse

The biggest sore it carries in this quite wonderful place
One word, slavery, white man's ultimate disgrace

It's not for me to say about a place I don't belong
It's just such a tragedy that it's seen so many wrongs

This continent called Africa, African through and through
Adeleke Adeite, be proud to be you

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Shadows of Crazy Horse- Tashunka Witco

my horse runs freely wild                                                                                            my curls run like a river's child                                                                                   into mad battle run arror spear gun                                                                               through his shirt blood did not run                                                                             until they came for the Gold hills                                                                                    to run his horse once more freely to fulfill                                                                       as by his own blood his runs betrayed                                                                             a spirit quenched by a greedy stave

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It's a final sale, no exchanges, no refund; grab anything that you like...
all items sell for a dollar or less, even grandfather's four-wheel bike.

Over forty two years I have collected transistor radios, vinyl records, ceramics dolls
and plates with famous faces on them...oh, Debbie from The Wizard of Oz enthralls!

I am making room for new furniture, and must get rid of them...
it's sad to give them away when they offered much excitement! 

In those boxes and crates, you'll find many commodities...
soap bars, bathing towels, curtains shower and perfumes.

Take a look at some funny clothes that I wore in my teens: tight blue jeans,
wool sweaters, cowboy's shirts, boots and hats, trying to look like sexy Elvis!  

Browse and find that item you couldn't it Marylin Monroe's furry shawl? 
If the final sale is not complete by early evening, I will draw a winner to take it all!

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A putin

Every tiny putin
strives for being put in.

Volodymyr Knyr

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A Cowboy Is

He’s tender and caring in his own way,
From moving cattle to bucking hay;

He’s stubborn but gentle and hard as nails,
As he deals with all that his job entails;

He may seem distant but he’s filled with pride;
From the cattle he tends to the horse that he rides;

He’s defender of the small and weak,
And protector of the sick and meek;

He keeps the code of the cowboy way,
Standing steadfast from day to day;

Watching over and protecting from harm,
All of the beings that reside on his farm;

He’s sometimes reserved and far-away,
And he never really has too much to say;

Laugh lines cover his weathered face,
Something even time can’t erase;

He is a cowboy, born and bred,
From the boots on his feet to the hat on his head.

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A Tale of Creation Pt 1

Part One

1. In the beginning,'ere time was born
was the infinite value of God, without form.

There was nothing of substance,
of sight, or of sound
but in silence, the will of God was bound
with one purpose; 
to be himself revealed as love,
given unconditionally.

2. " ~I Am~ I Will~ 
I will not~  be~ alone~
for all~ eternity~"

"~Therefore~ there needs~
must also be~
another~ to love~
who will~ love me~"

"One such~ as I~
of spirit~ and mind.
Beloved~ and the sum
total~ quotient~ of life."

3. And the firstborn of all creation awoke
beside his holy father, and host,
with an explosion; by  command of a word
first uttered, and through which,
the explosion was heard 
by the first one begotten;
through and for him 
unfurled all creation to master,
for he would be Lord.

4. Set apart from within his majestic father,
he came to be Wisdom, Glory, and Power
of God, embodied in spirit and truth;
the first witness of all
Mighty God would produce.

5.The sudden expanse of  substance 
inundated the abyssal void;
and time was created
to divide the abyss from that which would come;
and the advent of life and death was begun.

6. All matter, the Word thus began to relate
in its fashion; that all things combined,
separate by their essence.
And the elemental seeds went forth
in due order, of accord 
with life's need of resources.

7. And so, the universe was formed.
Reality, bearing, and purpose,
adorned with life.

A genesis, a dawn,
when the Lord God spoke,
in the morning of

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Hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion

Kids are playing with strange blue graffiti
So, they wrote several times: ”Neffertiti” …

And drew the most beautiful queen`s head.
The whole history of Egypt written in red, 

With sacred hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion:
The Pharaons` destiny dandles a dewy dandelion…

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Robin Hood

If you are robin, you are good.
If even you are Hood.

Volodymyr Knyr

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The clear pictures, taken by the satellite orbiting around Mars
for over a decade, have finally arrived here and fascinated us.

The Sphinx head in Egypt and the one on Mars have many veritable similarities...
wouldn't you agree? But who built the one the Red Planet:  the extraterrestrials?

Leave that to the imagination, or try to solve the mystery of the ancients;
now, don't assume that life will be found there despite those striking images. 

Although scientists speculate that Mars has water, only facts are a true possibility;
no assumption can come close to such a reality, if it hasn't been explored entirely.

Until NASA builds another spaceship and sends more brave astronauts into space,
we must hold our breath,...'till they return with proof of another extraordinary race.

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Evolution of the Ankh

In the ancient Egyptian culture
The Ankh represented life’s adventure

Crux ansata - Latin translation
Cross with a handle, strong foundation

When Roman Emperor Constantine
Envisioned his death in a dream scene

He adapted the symbol’s meaning
To reflect violence intervening

With a warrior’s death -- sword and spear 
Evoking in non-Christians supreme fear

Today the Ankh remains a symbol
Sacredly identifiable

With the power of Christian belief
All handed down from Sanskrit relief

I see the cross and eternal circle
As faith's evolution -- God's miracle

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I Remember

I remember to way I felt for him that spring,
For him, I think I would have done anything;

Memories flood my being as I reminisce,
And think of all the things about him that I miss;

He told me that someday we would run away,
He lied, but I find myself still waiting for that day;

I loved the way he held me as we kissed,
Unwanted feelings boil to the surface and are dismissed;

And although I know we don’t belong,
I find my self hanging on and hoping that I’m wrong;

So many years have passed since that time;
I really thought that he was mine...

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A Cowboy Is

The movements of others to far away lands
Drifted into American folklore, within histories hands

Fur trappers they started many centuries ago
In a country to become as the years truly flowed

Centennial by centennial, amidst wars between they
Slowly they emerged into cattle driven play

The vast expanses of prairies so green
Lured Barons of the beast to their riches they always dreamed

Herds in vast amounts recreating the Bison's exist
Where they eventually replaced in numbers, in numerous consist

The eventuality of the Iron Horse, opened these lands up even more
Sheridan, White Oaks even Tombstone, led to street filled open sores

The James Gang and William Bonney, are two that history has shown
No care for what they declared that the Wild West was their throne

The sad thing about the cowboy era, is in the scenery that was left behind
On many a prairie from their past, where greed has left them so blind

We have the opportunity to look back and rewind, for hindsight allows us to do
So many were never ever heroes, just what do we find in them so true

Just for a moment to the future, whilst countries in our time have been invaded
They are the modern Indigenous, like the past, the cowboys left degraded

The above are written from my heart, if you know me you will know me to be true
For if I was born to the Indigenous, to your ancestors, I'd stand in front of you

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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 

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Soup Feeding

Yes any soup is great for a nasty cold.
Just be careful that it is not really old.
Home canned soup can be really great.
Though if the seal is gone, don’t equate.
Store bought can soup can make the heat.
With protein sandwiches definitely compete.
Frozen homemade soup if heated up just right,
Can completely win over any colds plight,
Feed a cold, starve a fever is what they say.
I believe these words truly in every way.
Maybe we should all try some old remedies.
The aged of our past had knowing of amenities.

Dedicated to PD


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They Embraced Today

Copyright © 2009 #233
01/20/2009 // edited: 11/11/2012
(a new way)
-To Live And Pray-

On a brisk 2008 & 2012 Winter´s Day
  Americans voted and joined to pray.

Changing its history
  for a better humanity.

Freedom´s regal souls
  braved 2 days so bold!

Renewing Dr Martin L. King's dream
  uniting an American nation it seem.

A day etched in infamy
  for all humanity to see.

Brave Americans
  taking a stand
  on its blood soaked land.

by: LP

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I'd thought I found eternal rest
cold hands folded, still, on my chest
but I hear echoes from the past
the trumpet's sound, fierce bugle blast

Coming alert, I look around
burst out laughing, see the sound
source - back to sleep with merry wave
at geese, goose-stepping on my grave ....

Alan McAlpine Douglas

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Caucus Over

      Caucus Over
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

Romney claims he is most electable
Results conclude that is debatable.

Bachman stood firm on defense and health care law
Discovered her support was filled with straw.

Santorum touched palms, wore out shoes and truck
Had clear narrative, timing and good luck.

Perry soared, forgot, “oops,” and millions spent
Said thanks, boarded plane, back to Texas went.

Paul hates the Fed and loves the constitution
Deplores war, and young folks like his solution.

Gingrich defied odds, then truth made him sag
He moves on with hope, yet carries his bags.

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Another Recording of If

In the entertainment field, I have a familiar face. In movies and TV, I have been all over the place. There are some memorable parts that I can call my own. A doll named “Talky Tina” tripped me down the stairs in “The Twilight Zone” I have been an actor for quite a few years back. Most folks know me best as television’s “Kojak”. Mr. David Gates has written a pretty song. He and his group called “Bread” could do no wrong. Their song went very high on Billboard’s charts. The beautiful melody and lyrics won some hearts. A lot of records have been sold by David Gates and Bread. Perhaps the public would like to hear something else instead. There’s another side of me most people don’t know. I think it would be good to enter a recording studio. I will do an oration with musicians and a chorus. I have a feeling what I do will be fabulous. If my recording gets some air time on the radio, I believe my rendition will have far to go. I got to perform my version on another television show. My record will be going places; I know.

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Virgos and Valkyries

In years gone past, as thunder rode a stark and blackened sky
in Thor’s abode lived Valkyrie’s, women such as I.

Virtuous, valiant, shield maidens, brought victors on high 
Virgo’s, surely, sisters all, who ordered those who died.

Judges true of pure intent whose honor none belied
for all of life seeks order, if chaos would be denied.

An independent nature every Virgo’s does maintain
with thoughts of selfless causes and the shunning of acclaim.

With fire and fidelity your Virgo’s never tame
but, you can trust a Virgo’s, a Valkyrie all the same…

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My Ode to the Netherlands

My Ode to the Netherlands
White water lilies picked for Verlena in Friesland. The Dutch Republic is over a century old. We are there during autumn. Flowers are everywhere. The sunflower fields The sunbeams Yellow and brown profound the canvas To visit the Domtower is a climb. Utrecht is a trek. An ode comes to mind… Dutch greetings we say… Dutch greetings we say, in the land of Friesland today. Welcome all! Our home is our joy. We are logical people and not emotional. We are expressive in our thoughts. Call us opinionates, if you want. Dutch greetings we say to all! ________________________________________________________/
Sponsor: Elly Wouterse Contest Name: Your ode to 'my' Netherlands and/or 'my' Friesland Date of Entry: March 29, 2014 Date Written: March 29, 2014 ~Elly, happy birthday... This is two forms in one poem. The couplet and the irregular ode. Best wishes and hopefully, this is not to much.~:)s

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Original Poem

An original poem could never be
throughout to be or not for thee.
What can't be words these red and blue
comparing sweets for that of you.
That words should be one lovely tree
there truley poets' should come to see.
When Christmas' form it's timely jingles
what batman smells through thoughts in tingles.
And has an author's name a Sphere
for I am not at good I'm sure.

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A Poet At Sea

                                                     Just a Poet at sea...
                                   A voyage across waters where I can be free...

                                      I sit with my feet up writing of the views...
                               Always knowing that my poetry will make small news...

                                The pages turn as I watch parents and children play...
                           I scribe tales of lovers and dreamers who set sail that day...

                            As the darkness filled the night only a quiet sky set a tone...
                                The moon is my light to scribble as I watch all alone...

                              The shaking of my pen as my paper is dusted in snow...
                Then screams of horror as water pours at my feet with no where to go...

                             I clench my book of tales and run to a point where I can be...
                                    And there I float as this world is eaten by the sea...

                                              As silence and cries drift fast asleep...
                               I close my eyes and die with only my poetry to keep...

written for DreamWeavers
Titanic contest...
by Michael J Falotico

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The Letter, 1660

These rustling humans, how they jabber!
With their smudged and crinkling ink dabber

I lie here resting while their investing
Their moments in this blabbered pestering

I've seen their pages scribbled in rages
Of inspiration by their sages

I hear the parchment, crisp and crackling,
Depicting marks pronounced in cackling

And wheezes of a breezes sighs
Read in secret by her eyes

Here in this secluded corner
This one was sent by a foreigner

The rounded man, all clad in fur,
Hears some code, it makes him stir

The thinner man sprouts in his chair
Which creeks beneath his squirming dare

The glamour creature, thin and frail,
Seems neutral about the true tale

I hear a fist pound on the table
Shouting that this could be a fable

"What if it's true?",  the other asks
While in fascination he basks

They analyze it for a clue,
This letter, to learn if it's true

The chamber, while closed, is secret, airy
While echo's this secretary

The scribbled riddles held in hand 
Are esteemed to be so grand

I might chew them if I could
For I bask in my puppy-hood

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Man Against Themselves

Man against man since the beginning of time
Neanderthal to present in evolutionary climb

Warring breeds and creeds past to present
We continue to maim in grievous resent

Murdering your neighbour or killing your friend
This intelligence of he will we ever comprehend

Conflicts happen, fabricated created
Man in our time are now underrated

Only the dead have seen the end of wars
Only the living ask and wonder what for?

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Copyright © 2014 

What will tomorrow bring 
  current crisis must be a dream.

ISIS gaining desert steam 
  like a locomotive they seem.

Putin's Russia returning COLD 
  this Cold War deadlier we're told.

Whole town of Ferguson up in smoke 
  illegal shootings destroying hope
  with militarized police it's hard to cope.

Fallen Angels and GOD'S Promise 
  End of Time events now upon us. 

So, what will tomorrow bring 
  current crisis must be a dream.

Prophesied, a war against Satan's Allies 
 defeated by a shout above these skies.

Some say it is Biblical, and must come 
  an in-bound missile, or a trumpet's hum,
  or maybe that asteroid they could avoid 
  but by HIS Word, our Savior, and Lord.

Voices of Liberty sought a better destiny 
  so shall by HIS Power the faithful to be.

Many refused to admit there was a climate change 
  now our planet's system permanently rearranged.

So, what will tomorrow bring 
  current crisis must be a dream.

These crises of 2014 - 2019 
  might not be what they seem.

by: LPruitt 
edited: Dec 27 @ 8:37am

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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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March or any Month's Madness

Madness seems to follow everyone it seems these days.
People seem to be so angry, in so many ways.

I did not use to have much stress, in years past.
Though here lately, pressures grow very fast.

Dealings in my job of facility property that’s old.
Seems like so many want it free, and make it bold.

Though I have found if I grant one a bold gift,
Another comes around and gives my life a rift.

They seem to want to be fair in who gets what.
As long as it is themselves that get, others not,

Other things I have noticed about so many chums.
They want more play at work, and become bums.

Now not all are like this, but the bad seed churns.
Making life harder on others who make good turns,

I enjoy all the differences people have within.
Though here lately all the madness starts again.

written for
Sponsor Carolyn Devonshire 
Contest Name March Madness 

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Political Drama

Using forbidden truths have become pastime.
Speeches and media are hiding their crime.

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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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The philosopher's stone

Oh philosopher my heart is no longer stone                                                             though you sought it with all your bones

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London Time

A step in time I took one day
On specters mist who led the way
Down cobblestones and garden paths
Armless statues guarding baths
Armored beasts reflect the sun
Gallant knights are all for one
Hedge puzzles line the gardens fair
Hide and Seek for those that dare
Ladies clad in whale bone stays
Surreys pulled by chestnut bays
Sticky buns and honeyed mead
Cards and races slate the greed
Then on he led to shanty town
Down rows of tenements falling down
Sewage stench accosts the street
Where doxies in the alleys meet
Walking peddlers hawk their wares
And homeless children, no one cares
Disease spreads rampant through the town
Renaissance Art, the churches frown 
Then through the mist he leads again
Back to my time; my heart to pen.

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We are We can We must

Foreign are the thoughts of others
Like the minds of past lovers

Thoughts to which we may surmise and guess
Intentions remain questions, answers yet to confess

Reasoning reached through the labyrinth of the mind
Shared reactions due to the nature of our kind

Fractured we stand, divided by difference
Splintered we are, lacking repentance

We may pass, but hope remains, burning from within
We may ignore, but hurt remains, entrenched in sin

Pride leads to want, leads to power, leads to war
War leads to fight, leads to hurt, leads to more

Rise and fall, we cycle through civilization and destruction
Start and stall, we succumb to self-imposed attrition

Time unfolds and we're forced to react
We constantly plan, but we often lack the tact

To mend the cracks that divides our kind
To embrace the momentum of our time

To believe we can and must strive for more
To turn the key and walk through the door

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My Home

Welcome to my home for this is where I'll stay
It's where I was born, and where I'll end my days

It rests on the banks, of the Caledonian Canal
Surrounded by it's Highland beauty, in typical enthral

Cedars, Firs and Birch trees, iconic in their settings
Rain clouds often surround us, cascades them in their wetting

Then there's the carpets of heather, that cover clannish grounds
Where you can tip toe over it's surface, and not even leave a sound

To view the blooms of gorse, and marvel at our thistles
Just leaves you so in awe, walking with a whistle

We appreciate what nature gives, these breathing awesome beings
To watch them in her wilds, we rub our eyes at seeing

We are steeped in wondrous history, some good and not so grand
But nowhere on this earth, will you have stepped on welcomed lands

So welcome to my home, of mountains and the glens
Where us Highlanders reside, the ultimate of men

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Into the Darkness, But I Emerged

I wish I was asked this question when I was five years old
For it's a question I would have answered as my words unfold

This never happened yesterday, it was way back, 1966
What made our neighbour decide, to ignite his floorboards sticks

Our whole house woke in panic, smoke billowed everywhere
Into the darkness we stared, at five years old and scared

Thoughts running through my head, confused in a darkening world
Then suddenly I could see, my vision became un-blurred

What I took I couldn't grab, for it was already a part of me
For I, I took myself, and thanked my eyes to see

But going back to the original question, just what would I grab
It would have been an image of my brother, he was seven, and he was fab

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Confucius Says

K’ung Fu Tzu or Confucius his English name,
for centuries, brought China much dignity and fame.

Born in the state of Lu, now Province of Shantung,
a scholar of Asia, Chinese his native born tongue.

As a child, he held a make-believe temple ritual,
as an adult, love and learning became habitual.

Confucius was made a magistrate by Duke Zhao of Lu,
under his administration, the small city flourished and grew.

Bordering countries worried, Lu would get too strong,
Confucius resigned, so that the countries would get along.

Royal courts shunned Confucius, plotted to kill him,
He was arrested and jailed, his future looked very grim. 

He sent word to a kindhearted king, in nearby homeland,
to rescue Confucius, a solution the king had planned.

Confucius shared ideas and teachings with royal nobilities,
who learned eventually of his distinguished abilities.

Only after his death did Confucianism commence,
everything he taught completely made sense.

Confucius bequeathed no writings or historical list,
but it is known that the “Record of Rites” exist.

 “Record of Rites” contains anecdotes about his teachings,
a complete collection of his students’ preachings. 

There are three dimensions of human condition,
that totally make up the Chinese tradition.

Self, community, and tradition are Confucian spirituality,
and endless teachings of human morality.

Father and son were held in high admiration,
since man was the family’s root foundation.

Ruler and minister maintained social order,
developed guidelines of human social border.

Husbands controlled the family and his wife,
she had no opinion in her family or her life.

Elders were held in higher regard than the child,
since great wisdom held their social order more mild.

The last of the social order was the true friend,
from which the human could fully depend.

These five bonds were developed for flourishing souls,
and the boundaries that were set for Confucian goals.

Confucius says; never give a sword to a man that can’t dance,
and real knowledge is to know the extent of one’s ignorance.

Copyright © 2010  By Caryl S. Muzzey

Fifth Place Winner ~ "Broad Horizons” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Deborah Guzzi
June 30, 2010

My suject is "The Five Bonds of Confucianism"

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Searching for Summer


The region that makes my blood grow green
Where are you in this pastoral's den?

Your vivid eyes is now poor like muddy hut
What has really come over you?

Behold our pebbles of gold and our planting grown
Ona, What is next to god you want?


Your nerve is forgotten so soon 
Our share of roses and dine in the garden

It seem so soon, it is drying out from your memory
Our share of chopper and run for grasshopper

Honey, can't you call those days back
Our lone under the forest trees 

Have you forgot our prayer for success 
And our collective effort for your journey abroad...

...My lady, I will wait for many time
Because only you can complete me

My Summer, if to remain a pole with no hold
So long as you will return, I will not mind.

For your Light is my strength in the field
And brilliant kisses around natures are memories unforgotten.

Let someone  please find me my summer
And tell her to come back home.

BY: Abdulhafeez T. Oyewole

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                  Loving wrong is nothing new --But pierces all the same
                  Byron did it--Loved his sister to his shame
                  Ruined lives his own and many friends
                  Thorny passion refuses easy blends

                  Fiery love consumes the victims –helpless fools
                  Whips through lives breaks every rule
                  Look at Oedipus a king and you will find
                  One more valiant soul who lost his mind

                  Passion chooses style to fit his taste
                  Sometimes vengeance calls a life to waste
                  Sometimes art will grip and bind your soul
                 Oft is politics or war that digs the hole.

                 Hamlet’s case—another tragic story
                 Father dead amidst a life of glory
                 Saw his mother’s naked love confessions
                 To get even--  faked a mad obsession
                 Poor 'phelia--abandoned –broke her heart
                 Hamlet mad with vengeance-- played the actor’s part
                 Dead Ophelia --lost her fragile mind
                 Hamlet grieving two-- now truly did unwind.

                Having known this dread and tempting love disease
                Know it never ends in any form of ease
                So advice to souls who yearn to wed
                Take care if passion's tears slip into your bed

             Victoria Anderson-Throop    December 1, 2012

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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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Time and Tide

Sometimes, it seems, we wait for our dreams
we wait a bit too long.

Our childish dreams are the fount of schemes
though they maybe waylaid along.

We read of mighty Hercules and Odysseus on the sea
for they rush to sirens song.

We wait, and wait at unopened gates, until our psyche screams
your life must soon be born.

The Great Wall called, but I was too late, it seems
perhaps, I got it wrong?

The grandeur had left in shrouded seams
as we bore and birthed the throng.

The pyramids, the stone, the sand, the Kings, the royal themes
ravaged by man and time forlorn.

So, do not wait, at that gate, follow your childish dreams
for St. Peter waits at another gate when Gabrielle blows his horn!

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Inquiries of Life

Do you know who I am?
Am I, real or a scam?

Can anyone really know?
Since we all go, to and fro.

Who is it next to you?
Are they, fake or true?

Who or what to make choice?
Speak up, you have a voice,

Do you know who you are?
Do you live, with any scar?

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picture this

every day seven hundred million video clips
are shot and stored on memory chips
then uploaded to some video cloud
and vaporously saved for society proud

the dog tricks, the hilarious cats, 
pretty daughters, the mundane facts
the sunsets and beautiful flowers
seven hundred million fractions of hours

personally amorous indiscreet porn or
grieving mother cradling child forlorn
proud fathers shooting son's ball game
the clips of our lives we want to frame

weddings, funerals, baby bubble baths
the stupid stuff we've done for laughs
protesting people marching in streets
saints, sinners, the just plain creeps

if stored on iron, the bits, would rust
if shelved, be clung to, by bits of dust
yet we long to capture meaning somehow
to be reviewed tomorrow, when time allows

press record, click shutter hoping to keep
feelings, emotions, these moments discreet
our very act of attempted save to relive
an attempt to pass on lives - to outlive

our mortified flesh and calcified bones
the incessant drifting of time's sands blown
incarnating our lives to immortality acquire
and so fulfill our Ozymandian desire

© DGoode Guy 2014-01-27

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The First Moonwalk

It is nine thirty pm, Houston time,
on July twenty, nineteen sixty nine.

Armstrong is the first to wriggle
out of a square hole in the Eagle.

He moves a camera into position
so the world can follow his mission.

“One small step for man, he chimed,
…….one giant leap for mankind.”

Aldrin, now out, joined in recitation,
“beautiful, magnificent desolation”.

While on earth six hundred million watch
a flag planted in dirt too hard to scratch.

Awake many hours, back inside to rest…
too cold to sleep but they did their best.

Soon the command module would align, 
a new chapter in history they would design.

Heroes for ever among a mortal throng,
astronauts Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong.  

©  08 Jan 2011  Charles Henderson
For Carolyn’s and James' History contest

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Lozen the woman warrior

With nimble-fingers braids the midnighter mare                                                        killing a long horn steer single-handed with bladed care                                                     Chief Victorio's well chosen was called his right hand                                                        a single woman yet revered fought strong as man                                                             Of enemies and friends as cunning she wore the boast                                                     as a Brave the woman warrior rode braver than most                                                        not frozen by fear of the battle braving regaining lost ammo                                              with her arms outstretched a chant a seer as with Geronimo                                    Circling with power where the enemy was and how many told                                         Lozen was a shield for her people as the woman warrior rode

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The Nightmares

Nightmares that come are so bad I'm  afraid to sleep
Exhaustion enters making sleep needs reach their peak

A little light sleep to settle down falling falling deeply sound
The horror no no go away nightmares please dissipate

Same dreams every night since my darling baby cried
She nursed, very well fed in the morning she died

Nightmares night afer night awaking my baby I dread
Being rocked, rocked, rocked, looking down my baby's dead

(My adoptive mother lost a child, a little girl at age nine months old.  Back then people used 
home remedies very seldom saw a doctor.  The child had been sick with a cold, mother fed 
her and the next morning she was dead.  The  doctor who examined  the corpse said that 
she had had pneumonia and choked to dead on the mucous.)

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Liberty is a Gift

Whether we are black, red white or brown
We are all born to wear freedoms crown

Liberty is gifted from mother to child
The freedom from birth as viewed from her smile

No one has the right to take either away
However its been done on any given day

Retribution is not, the answer for this
Its our civility laws, that return us to bliss

We enter this world free, with impending forks on our roads
What gives us the liberty to freedom unload

Whether we are black, red white or brown
Some of us will end up to be freedoms clowns

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Mr President

Copyright © 2008 #104
-at last-

Freedom´s statesman in disguise
  rise, rise, rise from their lies.

Will those stains
  always remain?

Yes! Over three hundred years
  freedom souls have shed tears.

That one would come
  not only for some.

With solid vision
  making decision.

Without the disguise
  of selfish political lies.

Welcome home Mr. President
  it is you fate hath sent.

America will regain its respect,
  and the economy will reflect

A leader who had enough wisdom
  to embrace mankind´s freedom.

by: LP

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Tension on fingers, drawn to face,
Eyes ahead, judging time and space.

A life in the balance, measured and weighed,
A breath no longer, will be taken this day.

Smooth release, as fingers relax,
Shaft accelerates, flash in time, looking back.

Heart of antiquity, a soul of eternal light,
Air through feathers, guided by ancestral sight.

One single shot, in this senseless time,
Remembered connections, awaken and we find.

That which once was, will always be,
The flight of an arrow, released and free.


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Wow! what a question, if I was an animal what would I be Mm let me think, as I close my eyes to see I see so many creatures, amidst jungles, deserts and prairies Even fantasy as I blink, seeing unicorns and butterfly winged fairies Then my reality kicks in, for I now see what I desire to be Back to where we came from, like my ancestors who lived in the trees Of all that parade on our planet, it's the chimp that I would most like to be And be that clever ape, leading man to a better ancestry

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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
Gl All










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A Day Once Whispered

Copyright © 2009 #235
01/21/2009 // edited 11/11/2012
(Inaguration 2008 & 2012)
-Now Cheered And Remembered-

From distant shores far away-
  did many journeyed to stay
  on native´s land, and pray.

Some as slaves, some as free
  never realizing a day could be-
  free at last beyond their past.

So H-U-M-B-L-Y embracing, and cheering
  once only whisphered, and fearing-
  this Nation under GOD could this day
  be united together for a better way...

Unitedly embraced for its journey ahead
  having confidence in whom they´re lead.

For this was, a day cheered-
 no longer a dream feared!

A moment in infamy
  that others can be
  a crown of glory
  in history´s story!

My AMERICA! Year 2009
  morally etched in time!!!

by: LP

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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
Adeleke Adeite's
African Attitude





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Thomas Paine

Thomas Paine

United States a Founding Father 

Born in Norfolk an honest English man
Me proud to be part of a true Ameri can

No summer soldier or sunshine patriot 
Spoke what he thought treasure no idiot

Tyranny like hell is not so easily conquered
harder the glorious conflict amour armoured

Still being inspiration in the army of freedom
his memory surely no not just my poor poem

Lover of freedom bringing common sense 
the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph

Hater of all the established churches 
Lover of the native Indian Iroquois
But no Christian burial for him
No Christian church would receive his body for burial

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Within Myself Sept 5 2011

So far buried beneath a mound of pain,
the surface now polished washed clean by the rain.

Carried through by the pre-manifestation's that dwell deep inside,
or is it the overpowering accusations causing the waterfall of tears I have cried.

The light at the end of the tunnel has burnt out,
only to be left with stacks of insecurity and doubt.

Lost in the dark with no ideas or visions,
all alone, scared and unable to make any of my own decisions.

My frame of mind has been setback to childlike stages,
with many countless unbecoming fiery pits of rages.

Helpless as can be, Am I'm loosing my mind?
Someday's I wish it's my entire life I could rewind.

If only I could get back to what I used to be,
A woman that was happy, wild, alive and free.

I used to carry my freedom securely and by myself,
with my fears locked away on the highest shelf.

I have already given all of my heart and my devotion,
with many tears, with many laughs, along with many other emotions.

I would trade anything to be "normal" again,
I pray most of everyday for a miracle, "Dear Lord, Amen."

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Two Women at a Window, ca.1670

It's another mild day and the sky glows white
The air is still and cool as the midday light

Admirers giggle, perhaps at a young caller
One hunches over, the other stands taller

They don't look wealthy, yet they don't look poor
Perhaps trusted servants, but what can't they ignore?

They've taken jolly notice, as if on a whim
Of a miming youth who should be pruning a limb

Posted at the window the younger one peers
At this croaking lad, flattered by what she hears

Hunching near the potato patch across the way
He waves in a fluster with a few word words to say

He's glances side to side, behind the wall, stepping back
Emerging again from a passageway's crack

Between the tool shed and the gardener's house
He sneaks with the startle and twitch of a mouse

She remains calm, though tickled by his manner
For he might as well wear a bright purple banner

The older woman chuckles in faint squeaks
Hidden by the shutter around which she peeks

The younger one looks quite near seventeen
With floating white sleeves rolled up yet clean

Her girlish neckline, cut wide and low,
Displays to her suitor how well she can sew

Her hair is tucked with a bow on one side
Her grin is reserved with her eyes opened wide

Could her silly boy still have his pruners in hand? 
Is he skilled with the saw and tilling the land?

Two women at a window, quite content
Is this how many of their moments this day are spent?

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Wisdom Where

Wisdom cannot be saved or even engraved,
Wisdom can be craved, but never enslaved.

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Independence Day: A New Tradition

  Oh say can you see,
  Not your ordinary letter from me.

 You might enjoy a parade and some fireworks too,
  Just to remember the red, white, and blue.

  Or sing the national anthem before your favorite quarterback kicks,
  To honor the freedom we've had since 1776.

  But this year I propose, a brand new tradition,
  Not something you’d likely hear from a politician.

  Since we're already together, united as one,
  I thought we could remember there's still work to be done!

  For so many countries still need a hand,
  To have freedom like we have here in our land.

  Many have no rights like freedom of speech; out of fear they will refrain.
  Without money for food or a place to sleep, in chains they will remain.

  They don't have the option of an unemployment check,
  If the father's out of work, then it's all hands on deck.

  The kids aren't really worried about college applications in the fall;
  They're just hoping for the day that they could go to school at all.

  So I'm only going to ask that you do this one thing:
  Be a voice for the voiceless, and truly honor our king.

  Because it wasn't just Jefferson who made this a land of liberty,
  But it was really Jesus Christ who truly set us free.

  So let's all take a stand, from sea to shining sea,
  And watch together as we change our very own history.

  But wait! There's one more thing left to say,
  Happy Independence Day!

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Ram Shackled to Ruin

To my left it stands weathered by seasons of time Memories so many, absorbed in it's walls Even a fire could not deny us of it's history Ones thinks of the efforts to save this once fine structure Now ram shackled to ruin, it brings tears to ones eyes Built just before the Civil War, it hid many a lost soul Many a storm caressed her wooden frame Whilst sheltering beasts remained safe from nature's anger Summertime's were so joyous with barn dances Even weddings were celebrated within these walls Sadly economics became it's downfall My great grandfathers red barn, a shadow of it's former As you travel through the mid west There are many eyes like mine, viewing and sharing similar memories

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Thanks Hanks

Golly, where do I start when there are so many of them
Some B-Movie actors but so many are gems

The third movie he starred in was with Hannah in Splash
A mermaid so cute, boy her squeals made me laugh

The next one that secured me to liken this dude
Was in Dragnet as Pep Streebeck, his acting so good

Turner and Hooch to A League of Their Own
You can tell by his acting that this actor has grown

Then came the classics that brought him to the fore
Sleepless in Seattle and Forrest Gump, Toy Story so adored

Catch Me If You Can,  The Terminal and The Da Vinci Code
Oscars were sure to follow, to the podium he proudly strode

The guy I have chosen, is the fabulous Tom Hanks
In his role Saving Private Ryan, I say a warm-felt thanks

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Putrefying Overthrow

I plan my murderous ways deep within my mind.
She is ruthless and demeaning and so unkind.
Telling no-one of my prearranged scheme today,
No-one that can discuss this deed in anyway,
She is uncanny, mysteriously, skulking in house.
I despise her fortitude making me her mortal louse.
She deserves this death a thousand times more.
She has traveled from this place and that store.
Shopping and traveling with a hunger unknown.
She is destroying my castle and taking my throne.
A widow stumbling upon me, not once but twice,
Her planned arrangement, slightly at any price,
Our merger won by nature’s fortitude and design.
Coupled in society we had lived in life so fine.
She was about to meet the end, my perfect crime.
Our unity really forbidden, calibrated in time.
This murder will never be traced back to me.
No-one knew she existed, a complete mystery.
Poison my choice for destruction for my lady.
An agonizing painful death for Mrs. O’Grady,
She was a female that held a gratified divider.
My prey and murdered victim was a spider

written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor Susan Burch 
Contest Name Getting Away with Murder/Murderous Thoughts 

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spilling nothing but lies
hopefuly they will meet their demise

putting words in your ear
but nothing's made clear

they contradict
claming to predict

that many will die
but thats just to save lives

so they say
but is it really the right way

is this just to bury
what the truth may carry?

they think this is art
the way they make soldiers depart

they claim they help
although they make them yelp

heh, but dont worry
i could of just made up this story

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New Hampshire Has Spoken

New Hampshire Has Spoken
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

Romney is choice of the republican elite
With thirty-nine percent he’ll be hard to delete.

Paul’s crowd is excited and nipping at his heels
They’ve made monetary policy issues real.

Huntsman says third place gives him a ticket to ride
So on down to South Carolina he will slide.

Gingrich has fallen and he is madder than heck
His story is about the cards in Romney’s deck.

Santorum is still smiling and is headed south
Will his message relate or is he just a mouth?

Perry did not know he was even in the race
Betting on the Palmetto state to save his face

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(Bus leaves at  915 must remember)
Cold outside, snow, early in November,
Lethbridge  6 o’ clock  bus  ( hard seats )arrived at
7 : 45  in the depot  at  The Hat.

Garbled voice on intercom  metallic  loud announcing
Destinations but no one’s really listening; 
People asleep in  sweaty  heat unable
To get comfortable  angles on  their table;

Café windows half-wiped clear in places 
To see what’s outside through the spaces;
Fogged from greasy  hot air and cooking;
Nothing  there- just   passengers  looking.

Watching police  (eggs and bacon - I had no dinner )   
Looking for trouble-making soldier 
( reading papers,   sipping coffees )
Double cops  -  English military and Hat city police.

9: 15 (oh, that’s me)   squeal of brakes, hiss of air:
Regina bus -  soft seats room to spare 
Light inside   too dim to read
Stretch on two seats is what I need

Look out at dark prairie, nothing.
Darkness closes in,  stars showing.
Doze  and watch others doze.
Through window hear how wind blows.

Driver warns  grass-smoker in the back 
To quit  unseen in the black.
Sweaty sock odour, 
Beer cans floor-rolling over and over.

Coffee  like tar at Swift Current.
Sleep again ( how the miles just went )
Wake up, down the steps  stretch of legs
Regina  bright and sunny ( breakfast again - eggs ).

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History has a funny way of always coming out to play peeping through with fierce, red eyes seeing through my well worn disguise there's something there I can't explain like an exception to deceipts sick game I trust him with my deepest thoughts he completes me, this is for what I have sought all I can do is trust his word trust is not that absurd that's what makes this demon called past merely a memory that will last I can't complain to be fair I look in the mirror see what's standing there the wall is still here, it's yet to go but in my eyes I see room to grow I want him here that man I trust the one that makes me want mto adjust here by my side to hold my hand and walk with me through complicated land to know the real me, know everything I think we both deserve this trusting thing So history come out to play just know I'm not going to run away.

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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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South Carolina Done

South Carolina Done

Huntsman took his ride to the Carolina coast
Campaigned a few days then decided he was toast.

Perry traveled south and spent plenty of loot
Then endorsed another cause the crowds wouldn’t root.

Paul rested in Texas, showed up a few days late
But his fans clapped and cheered wildly at the debate.

Santorum worked hard in his embroidered sweater vest
But could not convince conservatives he was best.

Romney stuttered about taxes, had worried face
Establishment squirmed as he badly lost the race.

Gingrich endured attacks from a bitter ex-wife
Seized the moment in debates, voters gave new life.

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A Miraculous Journey

In a spaceship he traveled
On the moon he landed

Floating was exquisite
He couldn’t turn towards the exist

Ten days were all he had
To discover the moon’s sand

One day, a voice was heard somewhere near
Yet it wasn’t pretty clear

He closed his eyes
To focus and identify the voice’s lullaby

Slowly, it was so lucid
Engulfing him with words that were so placid

Every night he stood at the same spot
Where he heard the voice’s plot

Every night he thought deeply
To decipher the words he understood so feebly

Ten days passed
And it was time to go back to his homely land

He couldn’t wait to get an answer
To what he heard on the specific borders

Indeed it was a matter of time
When the answers were ready and sublime

For when he heard the justification
His life changed and his path became towards the righteous station

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First Blood

Four metal birds take flight in a blue sky,
Intent unknown to the world's calloused eye.
One's overcome in its attempted ploy,
Three succeed in their mission to destroy.
A nation that has answered freedom's call
Watches in disbelief the crumbling fall
Of alabaster twins in anguished demise,
Brought down by satan's power of disguise.
One nation under God can't begin to equate
How a people of faith can harbor such hate.
Tears flow as rivers awash in a flood,
A network of fanatics has drawn first blood.
Some see the pentagram as the devil's sign;
(I see the irony in satan's design.)
What once was a dove transforms into a hawk;
Will we the people lend our support or balk?

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Home and hearth (for the wise children of Earth)

Tell me the secrets to your life, bushman
Show me how to befriend the garish land
Guide me through nature’s surviving devotion
Teach me with dry eye that knows no ocean
Lead me to hope in battlefields dead
Limit the sweat drops that stroke my forehead
Grace the cracked crevice of yesterday
Turn them 'to valleys of knowledge at play
Whisper to me the ancestral dream
Wet each subtle contoured stream
that smooth the plains of a timeous kingdom 
Nestle me against the bosom of freedom
Forgive ignorance raised from infancy
Respectfully remind me of bliss and harmony
Make everything new, as it once was
Shelter my prayers in shallow graves past
Mark them with nourished droughts of fortune
Symbolised by strength and wisdom in unison
Synchronise peace through roots of your heart
Celebrate remembrance through sticklers of art
Let blood warmth that course through your veins
Recycle this savage ‘til the end of days
Navigate me to heaven hidden in the stars
Simmetrically ripen my thought battlescars
Understand and bleed into me as if earth
Entwine and bear with me, oh ethnic since birth

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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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What is Reason

So many have intelligence, or acknowledgement,
Who amongst us has the right, to set judgment?
One thought, shall not, make any major logic.
Sanity or insanity, which would be neurologic,
Ones intentions are the true real only sense.
Objects, desires and finished plans, keep suspense.
To reason about truth, is set forth in the mind.
To reason about falsehoods, are definitely unkind.
Each of us has turmoil, traveling with us each day.
Our choices, we make always carried upon the way.
Comprehension of what is right or wrong, our impasse,
Upon our decisions that we make, drives what we amass,
So therefore, reason is the season of mankind’s soul.
What we openly see, what is blindly found the goal?

written for
Sponsor Paula Swanson 
Contest Name The Voice Of Reason  

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You'll Get A Rise Out Of This

The rise of Atlantis
For this I don't want you to miss

Coming of the new world
With Justice dressed as it's girl

An apple from God's slate
Filling the hunger for ones plate

Safe harbor to now call home
Empowered by minds that love to roam

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A Field of Blue and Thirteen Stars of White,
Once pitted against all England's might.

Courage shown by men who knew,
"Royal Freedom" would never do.

A hot July in Philadelphia town,
Where a rebellion's seed would now be sown.

Declared were freedoms all had sought,
Only now to be won, by battles to be fought.

"Don't Tread On Us" rose the cry,
On that day, that hot July.

But deaf ear turned to fisted hand,
As Redcoats marched across the land.

Invading brothers from across the sea,
Scourged the land which sought liberty.

The silent voices began to sing,
Across our land, "Let Freedom Ring"!

Amidst battles' shot, smoke, and shell,
Many an innocent, along with patriot fell.

Independence and Freedom were not easily obtained,
Only after so many deaths, a courageous victory gained.

So the Red Stripes were put on the flag for the blood,
Spent again and again wherever Liberty stood.

White Stripes were put on for the purity of soul,
That this new nation put forth as a whole.

O'er the years more Stars have been added to that Field of Blue,
But many more of its sons had to die for Freedom to be true.

Many say it's just a piece of cloth on a pole in the air,
They remember not the sacrifices that allowed us to put it there.

For strength comes from the people who live in this land,
The stength that willingly offers others a hand.

So, when the "Stars and Stripes" are raised above,
I get a sensation of humility, of pride, of love.

For the Flag that flies above us so high,
Is one of greatness in strength and dignity.

It flies as a beacon for all to see,
That this is the land of Freedom's Opportunity.

But that Freedom comes with a high price still,
We have paid, and still pay more we will.

And like those heroes of our past,
"Old Glory" beckons us to meet that task.

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The Power of You

Human nature the epitome of despair
Ask around, does anybody care?

The submissive to the strong and the strong to the circumstance
Historically falling into the same traps by chance

Prove a point by looking the other way
Or step-up and change today

The problem with living in this Democracy?
We can’t see the walls when we assume we’re free

When simple ideas are fed with simple lies
The power overwhelms the opposition’s cries

We live to love
Some obsessed with the power above

The power of faith can blind
Sometimes true answers are harder to find

Criticism is an instinct
Try to slow down and think

The ideal for you 
Can’t always be true

The world can’t change overnight
But we’ll never know if we never try

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Freak Me Out

Flower Power was an ongoing craze
That was way back in the 70s days.

War was raging; folks were talking jive.
Young military men fought to stay alive.

No spiffy crib for those Viet Nam dudes.
They camped with Jack squat fighting governments feuds. 

Back home, truckin’ was the name of life's game.
Hunks and chicks kept their hormones aflame.

Trips to Woodstock in a shaggin’ wagon.
Smoking their pot like a lit up dragon.

Casanova wannabes got stoned on dope.
Parents back home could barely cope.

To young folks, then, good times were b****in’.
Each went for their dreams burnin’ an’ blazin’!

Rock on brother; life was not a rip-off.
Life was groovy; love was just a spin-off.

© February 6, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

THE DECADE OF THE HIPPIES!  (mid-sixties to mid-seventies)

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Talk That Way 	
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish

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The history of Utkal is enchanting...
That made Asoka peace~loving;
That took Kharvela to the peak of fame...
& disseminated to every corner Mahanadi's name...
& then the pages of history says...
The role of the fighters of those bygone days...
Who confronted against the bullying British...
& unshackled the land from things amiss...!
The honeyed words that flew from the pen...
Of the blessed forefathers with creative Ken...
The beauty is such that the heart is mesmerized...
& ecstatic with awe n pride...
Long live the land of beauty endless...
Love live the stories of unmatched prowess !
Long live the saga of unforgettable things...
Under Lord Jagannath's divine blessings !

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I saw one journey end and another begin
I saw my world changed and in a spin
I saw another end - the end of the band
I saw John and Yoko hand in hand
I saw the tumult of a turbulent time
I saw the warning bells - I heard them chime
I saw water cannons and tear gas fired
I saw ideology and hypocrisy deeply mired
I saw five rings of death I remember
I saw the Red Brigade, Abu Nidal, Black September
I saw valleys and jungles a orange haze turning
I saw an orphan child - her skin was burning
I saw a minstrel in the gallery - a poet on the stage
I saw a rolling thunder upon the Earth rage
I saw a bungled burglary strike a chord
I saw a president fall on his sword
I saw death squads, the juntas, the persecutions
I saw the stadiums and their summary executions
I saw in my neighbourhood a serial pest
I saw in the Pacific a nuclear test
I saw a war on drugs that can never be won
I saw the junkies in the streets when it was done
I saw a peasant and ox in a glade laying
I saw in the minefields his children playing
I saw strings where a great council meets
I saw puppets sitting in their seats
I saw an heiress in a bank robbery
I saw her in the Symbionese Liberation Army 
I saw a king nostalgic for when his reign began
I saw him die a bloated and broken man
I saw three miles of fear that sent a shiver
I saw a vision of a glowing river
I saw a people's temple in the jungle end
I saw cyanide in the cups of young children
I saw choppers on the roof - tanks at the gate
I saw a war end but it was too late
I saw a kidnapping, a hijacking, a violent blast
I saw it in Beirut, in Saigon, in Belfast
I saw upon the just and unjust it does rain
I saw there is much to lose and much to gain
I saw peacemakers made of clay and straw
I saw death and suffering, famine and war
I saw people running scared - beggars and tramps
I saw boats of humanity and refugee camps
I saw the desecration of a holy place
I saw a great divide - it was the human race
I saw a pale ghost of flesh and bone
I saw the angel of death come to my home
I saw Jacob and Esau shaking hands
I saw God making His own plans
I saw a famine of food, of ideas, of peace
I saw a bounty of hate that would not cease
I saw invasion by an imperialist thug
I saw the casualties and graves that were dug
I saw an accused man of a murderous crime
I saw him released and given back his time
I saw this decade through the eyes of a teen
I saw not where I was going - only where I'd been

April 2008

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Handshakes,kisses and fond farewell
with destiny's tears no thing could quell.

in Crystalline couplet form

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When One Sits on the Moor

When one sits on the moor at this Culloden place Where the Clans of the Tartan lay in deathly deface On many a night through the following years Families would gather, and continue their tears If you listen carefully you can still hear their screams Run through so young ending their freedom of dreams When one sits on the moor at this Culloden place Where a proud nation fell, nearly disappearing without trace On many a night through the following years From every nook and cranny we would rise again without fear If you listen carefully you can still hear their screams We are now a nation so proud, their tears to esteem

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From Seventy-two to Eighty-three,
I took a rest from reality
To watch these doctors laugh and cry.
(And some of them would even die.)

It was a story of Korean War
Which had ended twenty years before,
But Vietnam War was in full force
And we were all involved of course.

The horrors of war were plain to see
And was treated without frivolity.
When lives had been saved and work was done
These doctors brewed their own rare fun.

There was Hot Lips and her lover Frank,
Who were often victims of a prank.
Hawkeye and his manic friends
Tormented them with no amends.

Staged in Army Mobil Surgical Hospital
With conditions less than hospitable,
These doctors did the best they could
With resources sometimes not so good.

An oleo of humor and great drama
I could watch it with my own mama.
There was no lewdness ever shown
But scenes to tickle your funny bone.

Its last episode drew a major crowd.
One hundred twenty five million it’s avowed.
This record I think, still stands today
And perhaps will never go away.

I’m sure that somewhere in this nation,
This show is still in syndication.
I advise you watch it just because
It is the best that ever was.

By; Joyce Johnson

TV show “Mash”

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Fog Reviving

Awaking to painful swollen hands, feet, and legs
Thoughts fill head of what to prepare for breakfast_some eggs?

Go to prepare me some coffee to sit on porch
Just few minutes to linger in God's love before sun scorch

Wonderful foggy morn glad I am not driving
Thick fog could cut with knife for me fog reviving

A golden sun sends beams radiating through fog
Doves coo for a long while other birds chip_no crickets_frogs

Slowly reality sets in my morn begins
Some breakfast has to be prepared life's tasks start once again

Thank you for a time on the porch of peace quiet
To jot down few thoughts before the days noise unquiet  

Something called poulter's measure
12/14 syllables per line in rhyming couplets
Inspired by Francine's contest not an entry

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The American actress, Marilyn Monroe remains ever young and beautiful...
was there any other with more sensuality as the eternal sex symbol? 

In " Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend ", she became the center of attention...
every boy and man watched it to fill their heads with fantasy and imagination.

She had a secret affair with the handsome President, John F. Kennedy...
even he found her extremely irresistible to cause unrest in his family.

Other actresses have tried to copy her style, but failed because of lack of powness...
there was only one Marilyn Monroe, why did they go to extremes to fool themselves?

Was she foolish enough to end her own life by committing suicide? 
Some think she did, others have doubts and continue to compromise.

Let Marilyn Monroe's memory delude us that she remains ever young and beautiful...
and despite her tragic death, let's us remember her as someone kind and adorable.

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I was turning ten and learning the tricks
The year was 1956
I remember that my mother cried
The day that Tommy Dorsey died
I still believed in Santa Claus
James Dean was a Rebel without a cause
Green Door was a rockin’ tune
Patty sang about the Allegheny Moon
Russia’s relation with Hungary thinned
Gogi Grant sang The Wayward Wind
Love was a many splendored thing
I still can hear Fats Domino sing
Carl was wearing Blue Suede Shoes
While Guy Mitchell was Singing the Blues
The movie East of Eden was so fine
A young Johnny Cash was walking the line
Robert Young in Father Knows Best
Gunsmoke was about the Old West
The Edge of Night and As the World Turns
I’ll Cry Tomorrow, my heart still burns
Be Bop A Lu La Gene did render
And Elvis crooned Love Me Tender
In Poland the people fought for a goal
We listened to No Not Much and Heart And Soul
The Navy answered Mr. Robert’s Calls
There was the premiere of Guys and Dolls
Black and White TV had Roy, Gene and Tom Mix
What a wonderful year, 1956.

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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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Boiling Words

I got my pot boiling.
Words are in my head just storming. 

Throwing my nouns in to begain a subject. 
Then my verbs to describe of it. 

 Adjectives gives me my flavor. 
Short storys that come out is in my favorite.

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Oh, Innocents



It seems more than a lifetime ago
Oh, innocents, how were we to know

Where our divergent paths would lead
How different our goals and needs

We come here tonight  to revisit our past
Knowing well this moment cannot last

But for this special time we'll see
A reflection of who we used to be

Our faces worn by the passage of time
And all the mountains we had to climb

Some are missing, we hold them dear
Not forgotten, in memory they are near

So dear class, that was out time in the sun
So bittersweet to be with you, each and everyone....

Written for my upcoming class reunion..

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Writers Rock

Like to get rabies.
That's the way babies rock.

Like nice highlighters.
That's the way Writers rock.

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Place Called Bolivia

Place Called Bolivia

This to me is a certain type of trivia
Which I believe would describe Bolivia
Perfect place where people want to go 
To see its beauty and watch garden grow.

Looked at Lockwood Foley freely run
And a long time ago it was once upon
Son did die before we moved there
That for us really was so hard to bare.

We do live here and love it now
With God's grace will get by somehow
Enjoy newness nature to us has given
In Bolivia, where we both are living.

Fine fragrant flowers and frequent birds
Sing soft songs not having any words
Many marked with a marvelous melody
By mocking bird sitting in a tall tree.

Found myself living here loving it forever
And want to leave it, no, would not ever
Prepared a pleasant prayer to say today
Will love Bolivia best when I'm not away.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Bolivia, NC.

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Without Red and White

Cemetery on a Ridge

World revolved around war called Revolutionary
And there were graves of soldiers in a cemetery
Located on a ridge overlooking some small town
On clear day could be seen when you look down.

Had never been quite sure or whether or not
Another war one day would have to be fought
People with each other have become civil
Back forth on sides and chair would swivel.

There was blue and gray without red and white
Who gave them the right to one another fight
Against themselves then have to cry and bleed
Grow old with a hair line which now does recede.

War had ended while suffering still seemed to last
All of it now has become part of an important past
Battle Hymn of Republic new North now did hum
Moved to South and Southern have now become.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran

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Written by Catherine Reinke

Ancient sources tell us of one old God
forbidden from all others,
Yahweh declared he, from the sun,

named  him Baal. His ceremony enticement
many could not resist,
believe one God only’ certain  may  this one.

Each morning clockwork He would arise
feeding nourishment  they and plants alive.

Not only life give’th  He in  sun’s magnificent glory
 how few could understand
why Yahweh to war went with Baal.

Fought in heavens sky for power supreme complete
resistance forces fought immense
until victory found when Yahweh   produced his demon fail.

Destruction of our earth, when  Yahweh   flood waters  sent.
Save select few , Noah and they
in his arch rescue set  omnipotent God sail.

Declared… drown the followers of the sun!
Yet ,rise each morning Baal still won.

Today  from the watery grave they  have risen 
those who worship all that Baal The  Sun has given.

Plead  we now, no  more destruct  us for such love 
condemned to  wait return of the arch  homeless dove .

Mend your rivalry Yahweh  with Baal, we  pray
that   in service both, in gratitude and love we may.

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Interrupted Reading

Her knuckles bend, they don't pretend, beneath her head plopped in pale dread
Tucked tween these both an ear relieved from being grieved, both eyes near dead

Slouched where she dreams she merely leans, foreign sounds invade the fable
That preoccupies her state of mind as she reads near the table

The palm with which she grips adventure now lies limp upon her lap
It's hostage near released, with spine all creased, yet private flap to flap

Upon her cheeks no glimmer, tightly drawn lips dimmer than dry sands
Her whispering twin tornado tunnels funnel huffing reprimands

What draws her sight, what steals an ear and makes pompous this quiet girl?
Why does her charm befall decay; why does bitter a prude unfurl? 

Her grace befalls corruption by a swiftly knocking eruption
Followed by brassy squeaks twisting, breaching thought; this interruption!

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Imagine Wakening Up

Imagine wakening up and not a single sound to be heard
No chirping of birds, beautiful visions now become blurred

Imagine wakening up to find all the colours have gone
Then you start to wonder did you hear them sing their songs

Imagine wakening up not knowing who are all around 
The closing in of the abyss consuming your common ground

Imagine wakening up into a world you just don't understand
Strolling down what you think are memories, ashen grey and bland

Imagine wakening up, and having to see through my eyes
You are looking into my heart the day before you arrived

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Here, Here Now

Here, Here Now

Here, Here Now with each single word
Is strangest poem you have ever heard.

America's beauty all around was abounding
We had family fathers who were founding
Dreams of theirs had been so astounding
No defeats only victories were resounding.

Thanks for my poem drinking and downing
While around with them I might be clowning;
Don't like effects that me out end up drowning
If unhappy will find people who are frowning.

Dastardly disturbs me when you are demanding
Final, ultimate result is lack of understanding
So why should some poor soul you be stranding
Follow God's ten and lead can be commanding.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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What I desire to be, I'll never see

If I could ever come back I know what I would be
I would be indigenous born on the real land of the free

No tribe would it matter for I'd be closer to earth
And I'd probably die like the rest, for what it's worth

But to live so free for many thousands of years
Yes we were fighting, not like our future fears

If we had the guns could you imagine their world
Indigenous invasion, the whole of Europe would have heard

No Dollars,  Mount Rushmore or Sears Tower
Our indigenous grandfathers would hold their power

We will never know where we all would be
What I desire to be, I'll never see

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Ghost Ship

Ghost Ship
Benjamin Briggs a master, with three previous commands
Took over the ill fated ship, which was to prove to be his last stand.

The ship originally named the Amazon, was 103 feet long
She was listed as a half-brig, and everything seemed to go wrong.

She had a lot of accidents and passed through many owners hands,
Eventually she turned up in New York, for sale and a new command.

She was sold and refitted; the owners bought her for a song.
Then they had her re-registered, to maybe help right the wrongs.

Captain Briggs his wife and child, in eighteen seventy two
Set sail on November the seventh, plus an extra seven man crew.

The cargo was seventeen thousand barrels, of raw American alcohol
They set off for Genoa Italy, not forgetting his daughters’ toys and doll.

On December the fifth half way between the Azores and Portugal
The Dei Gratia spied a brigantine, but it didn’t look right at all.

He watched it for two hours because he recognised the ship
The brig, that he had been in dock with, and he knew Ben commanded it.

It was sailing all wrong, it was yawing on the sea.
Captain Moorhouse knew Captain Briggs, was the captain he should see,

They took a boat out to the ship, and boarded her when they could,
On climbing aboard they found the ship to be empty, but all sound and good.

There was plenty of food and drink, but all the ships papers were gone
The ships clock was not functioning, but of the compliment*, there was none.

There should have been a lifeboat, but that was not there now
Just a frayed rope hanging in the sea and they didn’t know why or how.

Captain Moorhouse was perturbed knowing his friend Briggs to be in distress
He took the ship into to tow, it was named the “Mary Celeste.”

~GG~ 2011©
Compliment The number of crew on board a ship*

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When I Was Thirtysomething: 1990s

I saw a colonel in the shadows arms dealing
I saw a chain of command red faced and reeling
I saw a disaster - the flight of the damned
I saw the wreckage strewn where it slammed
I saw a gulf and a deadline pass at dawn
I saw oil wells burning in a desert storm
I saw set free no ordinary man without a grudge
I saw he knew only God can judge
I saw a bloody leather glove - a Ford Bronco chase 
I saw a trial of murder, of media, of race
I saw my life half lived and I was bemused
I saw a ticking bomb not yet defused
I saw a false idol perish in a great inferno
I saw the burnt corpses with no place to go
I saw again the crime of the century
I saw the crimes against humanity
I saw a cowardly act - a sign of things to come
I saw a bomber, a child killer, and I felt numb
I saw a good lass - she threw me a lifeline
I saw a loveless fate was no longer mine
I saw rivers and oceans choke and die
I saw devastation on the land and wondered why
I saw the new face of a modern nation
I saw its identity sold and robbed by immigration
I saw crippling debt burdened on the poor
I saw hunger and disease and tribal war
I saw a revolution - the biggest yet
I saw the beginnings of a world-wide net
I saw a magic blue pill for a love connection
I saw in my dreams a huge erection
I saw Lorena Bobbitt in a rage standing there
I saw every man's worst nightmare
I saw old scores settled in old enclaves
I saw the sieges and the mass graves
I saw young men with visions of martyrdom
I saw loaded vests blown to kingdom come
I saw a lunatic chop down a tree
I saw another claim the whales in the sea
I saw gunboat diplomacy and saber rattling
I saw ethnic cleansing and civil war battling
I saw the sad end to a game of chess
I saw the death of a princess
I saw genocide while the world looked away
I saw it in Africa but it seems that's okay
I saw a massacre in a classroom and shook my head
I saw in an old convict gaol thirty-five dead
I saw a nation's favourite son crash into the sea
I saw yet another dead Kennedy
I saw a path that led nowhere
I saw that for too long I wandered there
I saw a new start in a new land begin
I saw I needed a family not of my own kin
I saw a Commander in Chief surrender his crown
I saw an outlaw and a new sheriff in town
I saw a parallel universe in my stars so high
I saw that the truth is sometimes a lie
I saw at midnight a new millennium
I saw at dawn the swing of the pendulum
I saw this decade through the eyes of a gent
I saw I knew what none of it meant

May 2008

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When I Was A Boy: 1960s

I saw one flag raised and another fall
I saw the great lie of justice and equity for all
I saw a crisis that stopped the world
I saw a wall to keep out the cold
I saw a legend in white out my window
I saw the crowds cheering below
I saw the world - it was black and white
I saw its power in sound and sight
I saw a sparrow that sung like a nightingale
I saw a band of Merrymen blaze a trail
I saw the queen of hearts and king of Camelot
I saw a new generation - then I heard a shot
I saw in a far realm a class war and snobbery
I saw in that land a great train robbery
I saw another king unlike any before
I saw the greatest reign I ever saw
I saw a mushroom that filled the sky
I saw it and wondered how many would die
I saw in an ancient land a cultural revolution
I saw the problem - not the solution
I saw the voice of freedom in a prison cell
I saw the townships where nameless martyrs fell
I saw a strong, motivated and tireless foe
I saw blood where the rice paddies grow
I saw Beatlemania and psychedelic pink
I saw a minstrel who made me stop and think
I saw a martini, a man licensed to kill I heard
I saw he liked it shaken, not stirred
I saw three men who fell to Earth
I saw this world in a spiritual dearth
I saw a man dancing with fists of fury
I saw his greatest fight - the fight for equality
I saw a race no-one could win
I saw the end of the world begin
I saw peaceful men silenced by a gun
I saw a presidential race over before it's begun
I saw streets of fire - anarchy and looting
I saw cults and governments actively recruiting
I saw six days of militarisation
I saw death in the cradle of civilisation
I saw a mother and child dying before my eyes
I saw desperation neither one could disguise
I saw the crowning of a future king
I saw it and thought what a noble thing
I saw a war of mysticism with brainwashed armies
I saw all the maharishis, gurus and swamis
I saw science fiction become science fact
I saw a space oddity on a distant tract
I saw a revolution and I wanted to scream
I saw Amageddon in a recurring dream
I saw a girl who took my breath away
I saw that I followed her home one day
I saw helter skelter in a mad frenzied killing
I saw it written in blood - it was chilling
I saw the land of calypso - its fuse was lit
I saw a death list with my name on it
I saw myself on a long and fateful trip
I saw this all on an immigrant ship
I saw this decade through the eyes of a child
I saw by its hopes and dreams I was beguiled

April 2008

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I know I haven’t been there yet,
It’s the one thing that I do regret;

There’s no place I would rather go
Such history from so long ago

Someday I will make that trip,
Maybe by plane, maybe by ship;

To see the Pyramids and the Sphinx,
Abu Simbel and the “missing link’s”;

To visit Luxor and Valley of the Kings,
Egypt is filled with so many things;

From Giza to Karnak and Abusir,
To Saqqara and the Oasis of Ahm Shere;

I can’t wait to see them all up close,
Of Egypt I need a healthy dose;

I’m saving up to travel there,
Readying my mind - so much to prepare;

So many places in Egypt to see,
The only thing missing there is me;

~10th Place in the "African's Attitude" Contest by Adeleke Adeite~

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Per Ardua Ad Astra

...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong' by C.S. Lewis

Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust for far off places
where we might find strange faces,
the cost could be pre-emptive,
marginalize incentive.

In tubes of strengthened metal
to demonstrate our mettle,
at speeds defying gravity
for honour or depravity,
unknown manifestations
might try and test our patience.

Distances beyond our ken,
regions never seen by men,
from earth's fair confines to the skies,
is this judicious? it wise?
black as ink and unappealing,
drear is this infinite ceiling!

Perhaps we should be circumspect,
think twice before we genuflect,
raise space to a divinity,
but worship what we sense and see,
the majesty of dales and hills,
for space may aggravate our ills.

  *Lewis died in 1963, 6 years before man landed on the moon.
**'through adversity to the stars,' the motto of the Royal Air Force.

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Greatest Southport Poet

Greatest Southport Poet

Immaterial my material started to be
And it was then that I started to see
Many poems on my mind had dawned;
Hope you, they are not above and beyond.

Poems done by me are written very well
And now if you could become my clientele;
For every breath of air Southport is taking,
My poems will be history in the making.

Poems are for intelligent and also ignorant;
All of them from God to me were sent;
In magazines and newspapers may be displayed;
God said to read them and be not afraid.

Even if ugly like me or a bodily, beautiful doll
All of my magnificent poems you will recall
Later in life after ending up on important path
To Southport Cemetery leading up to my epitaph.

So brightly the brilliant sun shall have shone
On my great monument made out of stone
And what they have added as an extra treat
Is that above my body is a bunch of concrete.

Off to heaven on high my soul sailed away;
Now on my grave when people pray and play
Through clouds sun will start breaking through
Shining on greatest Southport poet they ever knew. 

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

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The true story of the American west
Is one of killing field slaughters and 
The bison killers worked day and night
They were all busier than a kennel full 
of dogs in heat
The bison had never seen anything 
equaling this
And therefore knew nothing of how to 
Their bodies piled up on prairies by the 
While human beings continued their 
Humans had no thought about an animal's 
Mention of such would have laughed them 
into a slop bowl
This all points out a basic flaw in the nature 
of man
The evidence was there since man's time on 
earth began
Animals to Man are just mechanized bodies 
of meat and fur
Causing no lapse of conscience for killings 
humans incur
But human beings think to improve Mother 
Nature's rules
What they forget is this mother suffers no fools
When Man becomes comfortable in his unnatural 
Then mother will send earthquakes and floods to 
level Man flat 

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wanderin' soul, wonderin' mind
wanderin' 'round tryin' to find
that joyful day was put somewhere
memories of past seem so unfair

wanderin' eyes, wanderin' lips
wanderin' lands like oceanic ships
worlds away from where we started
surroundings unmapped, now uncharted

wanderin' hearts, wanderin' thoughts
wonderin' what we've sold 'n' bought
were our times more contented then
what makes us yearn to go back again

wanderin' together or wanderin' alone
wonderin' life's lessons maybe overblown
why do those hurts matter anymore
when one door closes open next door

wonderin' if it was all just some dream
wonderin' if its all a more human theme
wonderin' if we could begin time a second
wanderin' this world without you I beckon

© Goode Guy 2011-07-07

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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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indebted to

the debt crisis started in Greece
with that ancient fact, let us make peace
we are founded after all, after Greek democracy
today's government grown to democratic bureaucracy

so, our debt crisis started in Greece
our numbers much larger, make governance obese
but managing the peace, of home and abroad
does not imply that our democracy is flawed

thinking back, our debt crisis started in Greece
and many allude that we're on the decrease
but crystal balls are more truly opaque
in democracy's future we're indebted to make

our real debt crisis that started in Greece
really none of us want our freedoms to cease
by dictators and theocracies none of us want
or lorded over by some damn crazed commandant

so we're indebted to ancient crisis's of Greece
when people got together and voted for peace
kratos, the "power" and dêmos, the "people"
a far superior government than it's prequel

back before our debt crisis started in Greece
there were slaves and soldiers praying for release
because aristocracies and kings, ruled all things
the only freedoms granted were what death brings

so yes, we are to ancient Greeks, much indebted
for them asking for a better governance vetted
giving each citizen voice, in the governing choice
a way toward a civil society we all can rejoice

© Goode Guy 2012-11-05

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When I Was Twentysomething: 1980s

I saw a man die who took a stance
I saw he just wanted to give peace a chance
I saw the boycotts and the embargos
I saw the trafficking in human cargos
I saw hedge funds, junk bonds, oil and gold
I saw a woeful deficit in the Third World
I saw a royal prince and princess in a carriage
I saw there was a curse upon that marriage
I saw three days of music in the sun
I saw time stand still as my head spun
I saw a cowboy on the hill - a matinee idol
I saw shots fired in a nation's capital
I saw helmets, a riot squad, a barricade
I saw from the terraces the last test played
I saw a new disease that affects us all
I saw no-one is immune to its deadly pall
I saw a Nazi butcher - an act of unrepentance
I saw him found guilty and sentenced
I saw ash and dust turn day to night
I saw this happen with a trembling might
I saw a Young Turk in a war he could not win
I saw the end of an era closing in
I saw solidarity in a Polish shipyard
I saw a changing of the guard
I saw a new wave and I didn't like it one bit
I saw music and pop culture take a hit
I saw a great earthquake far and wide
I saw the rubble with people inside
I saw gas and poison leak in Bhopal village 
I saw them left to die and clean up the spillage
I saw a hostage in a foreign land
I saw a line drawn in the desert sand
I saw an iron maiden order a fleet set sail
I saw her resolute that she not fail
I saw the world united for a day
I saw the dead and dying motionless lay
I saw myself travel back in time again
I saw my journey end in Port of Spain
I saw in the heavens a countdown to death
I saw the stunned crowd hold its breath
I saw clouds of death for miles around
I saw a concrete tomb on the ground
I saw uprising in the holy land
I saw that the world needs a helping hand
I saw seabirds and fish smothered in oil
I saw the leaking tankers the natural world spoil
I saw the frogmen and a rainbow warrior
I saw it sinking in the harbour
I saw the golden age of greed so brash
I saw a bull run then I saw a crash
I saw an evil empire fracture and fall
I saw its future written on a wall
I saw peace in my time between East and West 
I saw the Nobel Peace Prize to that attest
I saw a last revolt against state sponsored fear
I saw it crushed in the Peoples's Square
I saw in my solitude a wonderful sight
I saw I found a voice and I began to write
I saw in the mirror a living ghost
I saw I was a slave to what I feared most
I saw this decade through the eyes of a man
I saw it end just like it began

May 2008

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Changes of Our Time

If you learn about the left,
You learn about the right.
If you learn about the sun,
You will learn about the moon at night.
As above, so below, 
are the wise words once told.
Until modern civilization,
Fell victim to a new control.

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Ad three three

on a tree He did die
it is finished..was the cry

this man of truth,none will deny
this life given..for you +I

mourned then,by just a few
in three days,..born anew

from a dank,empty grave
His purpose now, to save

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I do recall with tender and ardent thoughtfulness...
how mother influenced my thinking in a few hours.

She spoke of the earthly parables told by a humble Jesus
to the crowds that came to hear them from far-away places.

Years passed too quickly by me, and that lovely, distant thought
remained unlocked, not having gathered the courage to proclaim it.

I hesitated, but again it forced me to unravel it, 
because it was a gift from her maternal heart.

She cannot talk any longer of the Christ who took our human form,
and her inspiring words echo when I'm approached by another storm. 

I have lived this long continuously feeding on this infallible faith, 
although many, including Emperor Nero, wanted to destroy it.

True faith is too precious to lose when the false ones suddenly collide,
and this gift from her maternal heart...I show with an incredible pride.

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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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Selah! (Ponder and Think)

God wills and sends angels to earth.
To celebrate the Christ Child's birth.
Where kings and shepherds did behold. 
At the manger they gave Him gold. 

Warnings reached His parents.  They fled.
King Herod ordered children dead.
Mary and Joseph took great heed.
God saved Christ from the horrid deed.

Born in the town of Bethlehem.
The Son of God; sin's requiem
Three of thirty-three years He taught.
His life ended; man's hatred wrought.

But resurrection saved the day!
And Pentecost brought “Light” to stay.
Christ on earth taught His Father's way.
Mercy for sin repentance lay.

God forgives us as we forgive.
Obedient faith; blessings give.
We are judged as we judge brothers.
Judge not.  Instead forgive others.

Celebrate all goodness in life.
Calm the soul and relinquish strife.
Prophets taught all around God's world.
God loves us all. Peace is unfurled.

Throughout the world where hopes weaken,
Let God's words become a beacon.
Love and cherish every other.
Through true faith uplift another.

We have the rules so grab them up.
Jesus Christ drank His bitter cup.
Follow His lead through righteous ways.
Claim world peace in these latter days.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen 11-12-09

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So gracefully grazing the sky,
Higher than blue birds fly

Above the cauliflower clouds,
Below the starry crowds

Such a commanding machine of man,
Speedily sweeping the land;

Now carefully descending down,
Their gaze cast to the ground

A frightful fearsome eye,
A baby child's cry

Ensnared in a teething trap
The towers did collapse.

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indebted to

the debt crisis started in Greece
with that ancient fact, let us make peace
we are founded after all, after Greek democracy
today's government grown to democratic bureaucracy

so, our debt crisis started in Greece
our numbers much larger, make governance obese
but managing the peace, of home and abroad
does not imply that our democracy is flawed

thinking back, our debt crisis started in Greece
and many allude that we're on the decrease
but crystal balls are more truly opaque
in democracy's future we're indebted to make

our real debt crisis that started in Greece
really none of us want our freedoms to cease
by dictators and theocracies none of us want
or lorded over by some damn crazed commandant

so we're indebted to ancient crisis's of Greece
when people got together and voted for peace
kratos, the "power" and dêmos, the "people"
a far superior government than it's prequel

back before our debt crisis started in Greece
there were slaves and soldiers praying for release
because aristocracies and kings, ruled all things
the only freedoms granted were what death brings

so yes, we are to ancient Greeks, much indebted
for them asking for a better governance vetted
giving each citizen voice, in the governing choice
a way toward a civil society we all can rejoice

© Goode Guy 2012-11-05

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Dinosaurs - Not Just Big Words

The Alamosaurus, was the last of their kind
And the Baryonyx, in the water you'll find
Now there's Camelotia, from a historical site
One of the largest ever, Diplodicus - now there's a sight
Of Elaphrosaurus so nimble and fast
Fabrosaurus, five-fingered hands for the plants they grasped
Ostrich shaped Garudimius, the horned one
And the tree dwelling Hypsilophodon, though this has since been dis-proven
Iguanodon like our Iguana, possibly travelled in herds
The helmet-like crested Jaxartosarus, similar in today's birds
With spikes and plates, the Kentosaurus had more ribs than his mate
As big as T-Rex, you don't want to be on the Labocania's plate
In 1677 it came from the ground, this Megalosaurus was the first to be found
For Noasaurus in 19th Century England, scientists were no longer confound
Oviraptor the toothless one, but clawed hands - don't argue with me son
Then there's Pentaceratops the horny one, he certainly was not - to be outdone
Quaesitosaurus a sauropod cousin, shaped the same with whip like tails
The Rhoetosaurus of similar ilk, heavy on land -  in the water our whales
Stegosaurus the plated one, these helped them from the burning sun
Big in size big in name, Titanosaurus -  with speckled back the armoured one
The Utahraptors, the ones with the teeth, lacerate their prey  - ready meat
From Jurassic Park grip your seat, Velociraptors you don't want to greet
Wonderful Wuerhosaurus, a spiky Stegosaur from the Cretaceous time
The Xiaosaurus of bipedal rhyme, these glorious beasts alive in their prime
It's England again, The Isle of Wight - Yaverlandia was found with bones so thick
Last of all the Zizhongosaurus, i have my favourite so take your pick

My youngest loved learning about Dinosaurs growing so i thought, why not.

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My Inheritance

This year I inherited a farm surrounded in love.

Included, house, fields, machines, and barn,

From my distant past, I can feel the sense of need.

Your wonder written in every faded side,

Your tainted stains of red show your age of time.

Weathered damage shows that nature is unkind.

Your strength is evident in your stature so bold.

Whispers of sounds fade, though grasp my ears.

Evidence roams around your perimeter in sight.

Traces of housed remnants, secure your story.

Telling of the creations and forms, you caressed.

Along with sheltering herds of living things,

A testament to your foundation still shows complete.

Your fortitude captures my heart, in a natural backdrop.

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In sick dreams bullets cut-through
tire tough truth like raw meat;

stringy and dripping with blood.
Teeth ripping through organs,

heart, kidneys, liver, making
sausage of our small intestines.

There is no valid temperature
for proclamations of redemption,

no trembling for forgiveness,
announcements of new leaves.

Baptism is spent gun shells, as
the chorus trills to the slaughter.

Everywhere we're allowed to go
little eyes stare like Big Brother

hungry to purify secrets.

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A Mochary of Democracy

Watch away the seconds, the hands of time
Whether its a life of glamour or a life of grime
minutes make hours and hours make days
Good thing Bad thing the memory stays
The life you lead is through your own choice
dont be controlled stand up and have a voice
Bad life is hatred, a gaping big hole
we are all human just bricks in a wall
the more bricks you use the higher they tower
As the bricks increace so does the power
Truth is false, hope is gone
The land of the weak dominated by the strong
Another worl leader another bomb drops
being raised as a boy in a bubble but now the bubble pops
If the message is there to help then why is it so subliminal
If crime never pays then why is there so many criminals
This country is strong, protected by political fear
If the world is such a dangerous place, how much longer are we here

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When I Was Fortysomething: 2000s

I saw the scaremongering go away
I saw the great con that was Y2K
I saw in my arms a child I love so
I saw that I did not want to let him go
I saw that I was truly blessed
I saw it but would never have guessed
I saw the 43rd president sitting on a stool
I saw a cowboy, a redneck, and a fool
I saw death on the ground - terror in the skies
I saw all my worst fears realised
I saw danger where there was none
I saw weapons, but not of mass destruction
I saw a curse on the beast and on the plough
I saw foot-and-mouth and mad cow
I saw an Intafada, a Jihad, a roadmap to peace
I saw a man beg for his life then cease
I saw smugglers and pirates on the high seas
I saw ransoms paid to armed Somalis
I saw in Bali the casualties of war
I saw a smiling assassin smiling no more
I saw tracer fire and smart bombs inbound
I saw a war criminal hiding underground
I saw a wedding ring and a wedding coat
I saw an iceberg and a lifeboat
I saw a wave that could drown the world
I saw a human tragedy unfold
I saw dust on the land and looked to the sky
I saw a way of life dry up and die
I saw a war without armies - a new enemy
I saw the bastards didn't look much like me
I saw a destructive mistress - wilder and meaner
I saw that her name was Katrina
I saw an age of covetous excess
I saw I long for when more means less
I saw God in everything I do
I saw He is watching me, watching you
I saw Hezbollah and Hamas their rockets launch
I saw the seed of David faithful and staunch
I saw the world running scared of Osama
I saw hope in a man called Obama
I saw bail-outs and stimulus in the west increase
I saw a sleeping giant awakened in the east
I saw a crisis and a house of cards fall
I saw once again greed began it all
I saw the earth ravaged and scorched
I saw smoking trees where it had been torched
I saw my carbon footprint and felt its shame
I saw alas that we are all to blame
I saw Facebook, Twitter, all etiquette replace
I saw a new generation lost in My Space
I saw the King of Pop popping pills
I saw that in the end fame and persecution kills
I saw the King of Israel in a prophecy reign
I saw that which is old will be new again
I saw the mark of the beast where tyrants trod
I saw Putin and the wrath of God
I saw a book of great love and tragedy
I saw it in the tale that is The Samaan Tree
I saw half a century end and another start
I saw I am still here and young at heart
I saw this decade through the eyes of a dad
I saw that I was grateful for everything I had

April 2010

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Standing Stones of the Ancient

Standing stones from a forgotten past
These monoliths, who built them to last

What do they mean, for whom did they serve
Through eons of time in weather worn preserve

These standing structures in sporadic spread
Is it an ancient message, that's still to be read

Are they there for a reason, a beacon, a signal
Or are they there for out there, an alien recall

Modern man, in their attempt to understand
Why structures like this, grace our lands

Maybe we will, maybe we may never
Maybe our ancestors of old, were just far too clever

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It's not just cuz he's black,
That I got his back.

He just wants to be free,
Just like you and me.

I'll count on him through and through
I expect all of you to too.

I hope all of you, yes and yo momma,
To respect Barack Obama.                                                                                        

                                                         Thank you Mr.President

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Blue from the Gray

Blue from the Gray

When you go and do something which is great
People constantly celebrate and congratulate
And it always will be known for certain
Can receive a call that is known as curtain.

When facts are proven it is probably
True that there was an actual enemy
Who I know America always despises
When they see the death toll as it rises.

God, there has to be a much better way
To separate Northern Blue from Southern gray
And while we all continue to wait and wait
How can we become so filled with hate?

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Human Dialogues

People in conversations raise frustrations
Some in communications cause tribulations

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When All Is Said And Done

Regarding the darkness, the treachery of man
I’ve inhaled its breath; I’ve held its hand

Look at the fate of the Jews in World War 2
Condemned by coward who killed himself to

No guts to face the horrific crimes he had done
I reckon there are those who will follow anyone

Our Son home from one war waiting on another
As I watch it tear out the heart of his mother

And after all is said and done, “Who am I”
Just an old wore out convict waiting to die

At least I have the balls to go out with a fight
Though sometimes the day recedes to the night

So tell me why is it that man acts this way
Nailed Christ to the cross one real dark day

It’s amazing we can live with what we’ve done
Just the shame that I alone carry is not any fun

One day each and every of us will meet our maker
He will either accept our soul or let Satan be the taker

When all is said and done the only thing I know
To help you get to heaven Satan could have my soul

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An Artist's Legacy

Threads of waxy turpentine
woven 'cross the spans of time
Tossed away from art's 'amen'
only to be bruised again
Horse hair brushes dipped to shine
silk in oil, cleansed divine
Soaked in ochre, touched to white
canvas breathes an ochre sigh
From clean palette worlds ignite
Straw reflections, sharp delight
Portraits posed and shadows drawn
leaving art to speak alone
Turpentine on air dried skin
painted with a hue of sin
Signed then dated, frame: a must
woven colors, blood and rust.

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If These Walls Could Talk

If these walls could talk they would say,
Why do you hurt me in this way?
If these walls could talk they would spiel
All the ways you've made me feel.
If these walls could talk, they would yell
All the reasons I couldn't tell.
If these walls could talk they would scream
All the ways you lowered my self-esteem.
If these walls could talk they would shout
All the reasons I needed to get out.
If these walls could talk they would say,
Why did people have to take us away?
If these walls could talk they would state
All the people I was made to hate!
If these walls could talk they would uncover
All the reasons I couldn't love her.
If these walls could talk they would say,
Why do you hurt me in this way?

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'Woodsorrel and violet
To soothe the heart's fret'
Fo heart's broken by a male
So goes the old country tale;
A herb for all their needs
Or potion to right misdeeds;
So easy now to scoff or scorn
With the empirical now left forlorn.
A drug for this and one for that
With side effects,often worse,
Accompany the cure...with a curse

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Some Time ago . . .

In a time when War bred pure malevolence and sheer cunning
In a time when women were just adornment of fruitful raison d etre
When pillaging and plunder ruled spaces humanity filled yonder
When nature's heart was adept to solitary bliss thereunder
When waterfalls thundered overhead in colossal wonder

In a time when deep dark days were few
And powerplay hurt just animals a few
In a time wherein women bare kith and kin
And talking seemed out of the question

That is the talk of times gone by
Which wandered by and fairly flew by

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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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They loved my same word-for-word account 
Security and  predictability in great amount. 
Never from books -  we all preferred our own version 
With   family or  friend names,  and carpets   Persian,
And shorter   or longer with time available.
It was fun.  We   took the mickey  out of each fable.

Three pigs – what pig in his right mind 
Builds a straw-house in  country wolf-inclined?
Jack and  beanstalk – unlikely  gold-egg   get-rich 
Tale  of  idiot boy and angry mum’s  bean-pitch.
Rapunzel  with  steel-tough hair for hauling -
Seemed to us  she’d more likely be falling.

Soon heads were wedged  into my armpit or neck crook.
Light off  -  not scared of  the dark - it was our nook.
Dark was cosy  - if outside  wind or rain  immersed -
And everyone fell asleep.   Usually  me  first.

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World Peace?

To standing room only the evil acts performed by mankind.
Played out this way cannot be what God, Our Father, had in mind.

We wish upon a star and worship the almighty dollar.
The rich always grasp for more while the poor live in squalor.

We say America the beautiful, the land of the free
Where we cherish our right to be all we can be.

“All are created equal,” you hear us proudly say
But the world is filled with prejudice, hateful hearts and decay.

Now war threatens our reality and the future is unclear
There's always someone, somewhere who's paralyzed by fear.

It's in our nature to cause conflict and that will never cease.                          
We agree to disagree, nothing has changed, 
shattered dreams of world peace.

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General Lee

“Let us cross the river and rest in the shade of trees”
Converse like gentlemen, with our bayonets at ease
We were once brothers, declaring independence for these lands 
Now we murder one another, for the right to shackle two hands

Where were the voices, emancipating your values from skin
Taking the glory from generals, immortalized by crimson sin
Lives were railroaded, as Kansas bled into a Missouri stream
Bodies buried in the compromise, of a transcontinental dream

Was it a War of Secession, or a rebellion of recourse
Fire-eaters scorching, an abolitionist’s civil discourse
600,000 lost, tangled in the matted wool of the rancid free
One Bloody Shirt cleansed, by Sherman’s March to the Sea

Do you still hear their viscid screams, clinging to the charred air
Mottled faces crying, broken by artillery soaked fields of despair
Gettysburg shook, as corpses crumbled under death’s rolling gait
The tide had turned, but war only recognizes one ephemeral state

I have heard of leaders, speaking on the residue of tyranny’s grave
Reconstructing a widow's faith, eulogizing the sacrifice of the brave
So why do we proudly remember, how you outmaneuvered harm
Stonewalling the Constitution, before sadly losing your "right arm"

**NOTE**  The first line of the poem is a quote from Confederate General 
Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson, as he lay dying from a mortal wound at the battle 
of Chancellorsville. Upon learning of his greatest commander's death, General 
Robert E. Lee somberly responded that it was as if he lost his "right arm".

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Let Freedom Ring

July the Fourth is nearly here,
And we are still fighting to keep freedom in this land we hold so precious and dear.

We can’t drop our guard or look the other way,
We have too many enemies at our gates that are waiting for that day.

God Bless our Troops, and let them know we really care,
Give them respect and honor, for upon their shoulders our freedom they bare.

Maybe someday there can be real peace,
And all violence and crime will desist and cease.

The ones that once held our freedom we now call friend,
Hopefully one day all our fences we can finally mend.

Sometimes I wonder what really goes on in Washington, D.C.,
I think sometimes it’s about their own prestige, and I wonder if they even think about you and me?

Politics has taken on a different meaning than what it was originally set up for,
There seems to be too many little fat and greedy hands in our cookie jar.

This is election year and our pickings are slim,
But if we choose wrong our future may look grim.

Study the choices as best you can,
This sure isn’t the time too elect as our leader the wrong man.

God Bless All, and have a safe and wonderful July Fourth weekend, 
And to our troops much love we do send.

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Fame in life,
forgotten in death
Vapours of fame,
burned in the flame-
Experience hard earned,
lies dormant & spurned
Crushed by the fear,
not invented here-

Better,not to look back,
Travel blind,on this track.

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I walk too fast on these busy sidewalks under the towering, illuminated skyscrapers,
any tourist or visitor notices the pace of my footsteps...that's so distinctively Newyorkese.

I talk with a northern accent so clear and distinguishable; and instantly anyone
who's visiting this wonderful city, recognizes it...that's so distinctively Newyorkese.

I wear the latest designer's clothes that define the image and ego of my masculinity;
it's so chic to sport the new trends and be admired...that's so distinctively Newyorkese..

I'm an avid fan of the Yankees, and at City Fields I watch my heroes passionately play;
I jump from my seat, when a player hits a home-run...that's so distinctively Newyorkese.

I find my spot on the Great lawns in Central Park, to hear a summer concert or opera;
with eyes focused on the stage, enjoying the moment ...that's so distinctively Newyorkese.

I ride over the Brooklyn bridge, when the water below glimmers, and the lights above shine;
a magnificent view, I'm privileged and glad to live here...that's so distinctively Newyorkese.

From the high sea, I can see the Statue of Liberty...the Green Lady holding the heavy torch;
at Ellis Island, she welcomes everyone and smiles, and that's so distinctively Newyorkese.   

Going to a familiar cafe along Fifth Avenue, to chat with old friends and drink cappuccino;
tourists kindly ask me to take their photo, I smile...that's so distinctively Newyorkese.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Black desires and dark opinions
sealed inside a heart's dominion
planted by a Father/Mother
can't forget and won't recover.

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mental motoring

  Lack of communication
causes much exaspiration
fill me in on where you are
in your mental motor car

  maybe I can meet you there
we still have  a lot to share
I 'll be there on roller skates
so you may just have to wait

  Take your lead foot off the gas
look back at the things you've past
in your rearview see me there
right behind you ,I still care

    when you crawled around my chair
when I used to wash your hair
no one knew you'd drive so far
in your mental motor car

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Had a Historical Binge

Had A Historical Binge

We had been on a historical binge
So we decided to visit Stonehenge;
Was such a sight of rock and stone;
Some were standing upright all alone.

A local historian here had often hinted
A religious sect may have represented
Of all those going there to be blessed
After each of their sins was confessed.

Might be men from Mars or other stars
Who turned rock's gravity into small bars
Using theories of relativity and negativity
And applied them to concept of gravity.

Rocks floated in air and fit firmly into place
What happened no longer can find a trace;
An answer for while we have been waiting
And predictions would follow speculating.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Soldier
Have had a terrible cold if you are
wondering about my lack of activity.

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Because of You

Because of you my life was given to me,
Becuase of you my life is what it was made to be.
Because of you I felt abandoned and thrown away,
Because of you I never thought we would stay.
Because of you I can't trust anyone but me,
Because of you many horrible sights I was forced to see.
Because of you I was abused in more ways then one,
Because of you my childhood was filled with horror instead of fun.
Because of you I learned that drugs were the thing to try,
Because of you look at me I can't stop and you keep asking me why?
Because of you I learned how not to be a dad,
Because of you I'll give my kids everything i never had.
Because of you i hate me,
Becuase of you I can't break free.
Because of you I learned how to be tough and never get hurt,
Because of you no one can ever make me feel like dirt.

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A Father Never There

To my father who was never there,
my earliest memory of you, you said you didn't care.
I was only three and didn't deserve this pain,
It wasn't my choice to be born in vain.
To chose to create three beautiful lives, a mistake?
Your kids went without parents responsibility you should take.
Because it has been yours from the beginning,
Maybe if you were here i would be winning.
Instead of screwing up and doing drugs to cope,
If i had a father I might have had some hope.
Where were you when I was molested,
my life you were never interested.
You've never been there your nothing to me,
a sperm donor is all you'll ever be.

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Crack of the Whip

workin' in the fields all day long
singin' a Holy song

the only song we know
it helps the white mans plants grow

his stare unforgivable
these conditions just ain't livable

sun beats my back
I is only wearing a potata' sack

my family ain't here
they was all sold last year

'cept for my baby brotha
we's growin' up without a' motha

I take care of us
keep going, i must

"keep him safe" momma done said
so now every nigh' i keep him close in bed

but there's talk about goin'
to stop all this hoein'

goin' north, far away
leavin' leavin', tat's what dey say

up north, where it ain't so hot
but tat's only if dey don't get caught

den... i hear da crack of da whip
and anotha life will slip

but one day, my brotha and I will come,
come north chasing our freedom...


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Joseph,a levite hailing from Cyprus
Not one to distinguish between them & us

Baranabas was a his given,nick-name
Amongst the apostles he gained honour & fame

Speaking up for Paul in the council's sight
Standing for justice,truth and light

A man of encouragement and faith
Full of the Holy Spirit and God's grace

Respected and trusted by all
This unnoticed companion of the apostle Paul

To Zeus,Barnabas was to be compared
His witness to Jesus, he so often declared

Diligent,hard-working ,always supporting himself
Putting kingdom living before money & wealth

Full details @ Acts 4:36/7 :9:26/7:11:22/3:!!:29/30:!3:2:14:12 & 1Cor  9:6

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In time gone by...

In time gone by when cavemen were a thing of style
When plunder and pillaging were not thought of as vile
In times gone by when days were of leisure
And more thought was placed on fruitful pleasure
In time gone by when caveman speech was a platinum hit
And oppressing women was not thought of as a  wayward fit

Yes in time gone by when habits were still being formed
 When natures wonders were ripe and full of bloom adorned
And animals traipsed the fertile earth in glee
Without much thought of man making them flee
In this same time gone by when the ultimate power was God
And water was pure and untouched and free
When birds were joyful and happy and on trees
Yes that was a time when earth was honed and pure
When fertile and saturated nature was in spectacular gear

In time gone by when love was sweet and serene
And life was just so incredibly like a dream

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Cost a Pennie

My heart was broken then ripped out my chest,
agonizing pain far worse then the rest.
I thought I was strong enough to handle any emotion,
But I guess i gave you way to much devotion.
I gave you my heart wanting love and respect,
Instead you ripped it out with the utmost reject.
Even after you showed me no compassion or true interest,
I came running back with open arms ready for your next test.
I came back to you for a fresh start,
You had plans to play with my heart.
No more chances for you you've been given too many,
Now I wouldn't even want you if you cost a pennie.

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Good Or Bad


From daily living we all wanna a break 
Some relief!sometimes things are too much! 
We are thrown in a darkest pitch 
From where our bones soon start to creak! 


We are thrown in a darkest pitch 
From where our bones soon start to creak! 

The world in which we live turns so bleak 
At times, we make our way with a shriek 
Things in life we're expected just to seek 
It crosses our mind then to have a tiny sneak! 


We are thrown in a darkest pitch 
From where our bones soon start to creak! 

People want to be good or bad 
Sometimes both they wan'na be 
After all when having fun,nothing matter, 
They believe everything is valid, all in a day's pay! 


We are thrown in a darkest pitch 
From where our bones soon start to creak! 

We are thrown in a darkest pitch 
From where our bones soon start to creak! 

We are thrown in a darkest pitch 
From where our bones soon start to creak! 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000


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Love To Hate You

At first I thought I'd never love,
that's before your were sent from above.
You came in so sudden and without fear,
you left with no warning now I wish you were near.
That's quite impossible now because of the way I feel,
I feel so alone without you so I stop and kneel.
I kneel and I pray for a second chance,
but I know to you I was just a glance.
A glance into happiness something we both wish,
why can't we be together just like the spoon and dish?
I wish I could learn to cope in a new way,
So love to hate you is what I wish for everyday.