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Under the Same Moon -3-Way-Collaboration-

 ~Under the Same Moon~

P.D.
Our days are different, living under the same moon
Down here in TEXAS, life carries a different tune
This world spins on its lovely axis
Listening to our Tex-Mex of our English lexis
We share a world made with the trust of God's hand
Revealing the beauty that life continue to expand
Don't underestimate our football image of our Cow Boy land
A mysterious Mockingbird only we Texans understand
Surrounded by the sweetest Pecan trees
The Northern Winters come in like a breeze and a tease
We also have them Blue Bonnet fields that come and go
Tell me about CANADA, what makes its motion flow?
Branded like a Long Horn, with my Lone Star State pride
How about you, CHRIS A. What's up on your side?

Chris D.Aechtner
Different lives, different lands, living under the same moon,
waking up to the ghostly calls of the wild loon.
Look upon mountains and forests stretching into infinity-
mighty Sequoias and tall Douglas firs stand majestically.
I could offer stereo-typical images of hockey, snow and moose,
or sockeye salmon, maple syrup and the great Canadian goose,
but we Canucks are becoming tired of idly standing by
as the rest of the world dips its fingers into our Northern pie.
We are a nation of peaceful, open-minded hospitality,
shying away from brutality by offering liberal neutrality.
Before I blow my top as my strong emotions collide,
I should definitely step away from my nationalistic pride,
and ask about the Philippines and its tropical flair-
how about you Nikko, what is happening over there?

NIKKO P.
Oceans away, here I am, living under the same moon
Sun’s rising over there; here, dish runs away with the spoon
My sleep is whacked, so I’m wide awake when you are,
amazing how we can all be in one place even if we’re all very far
Where islands form the shape of an old man, waters hug our shores
Tropical Paradise here, when you explore the great outdoors
Awesome sunsets, bountiful fiestas, the warmest smiles to greet you...
We here just love to eat when there’s nothing else to do!
Colorful rice cakes, freshest seafood, the most succulent mangoes~
Sunny days or rainy days, the creativity here just flows.
Resilient. This is a word that pops to mind when I think of us Filipinos-
We bend and bounce back, no matter how hard the wind blows.
This is just a sneak peek, but I’d love to know more about Utah
Care to share what’s on your side, my dear friend Andrea?

      ( 3 Way Collaboration )


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Humanity

If we don’t feel with our hearts, we don’t belong
If we don’t see as one, the world is wrong
Beyond the wars and the hate and the insanity
We are all connected as humanity
We are the child with cancer who still wears a smile
We are the kid from the projects facing trial
We are the pregnant teen feeling lost and used
We are the elderly man in a home abused
We are the young couple, marriage on the rocks
We are the homeless one in a cardboard box
We are the cold and hungry, sad and depressed
We are the lonely child who never felt blessed
We are the woman whose life was filled with pain
We are the man standing alone in the pouring rain
We are the child who struggles day to day
We are the teenage girl who ran away
We are the soldier killed in an unjust war
We are the young man who can dream no more
We are the inmate locked away for life
We are the old man who has lost his wife
We would be better off without our vanity
And have a sense of belonging to humanity.


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All About Carolyn

When my time is done and I am finally laid to rest
I don’t want to be recalled as one who lived life depressed

So as I wrote my will, I chose to leave an instruction
That laughing gas be inhaled by all those at the function

No mournful eulogies will a pastor have to invent
For my funeral will be held under a circus tent

When dozens of clowns emerge from the tiny Volkswagen
Reams of my silly limericks Bozo will be dragin’

And as they’re read aloud, family and friends who knew me best
Will say, “She had a sense of humor, this we can attest.”

Mimes will mimic me trying to write the world’s best novel
As my corpse hangs from the trapeze, surely they will marvel

Laughter will ensue as they shoot me from the cannon
Flying high in my demise across the great Grand Canyon

All the children will smile and there’ll be no tears allowed
So no one will ever remember me as a “dark cloud”

There are people who seem to take life way too seriously 
When I meet my Maker, don’t view this as a tragedy

Dad called me his “happy girl,” so let me go out that way
I want to leave them laughing as I reach my judgment day



Entry for Sidney Lee Ann's "All About You" contest


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Karma

Yesterday, I followed her true invisible form
Colors turning a kaleidoscopic deep and warm

A state of mind, that makes reality feel alive
Stabbing moments that teach how tough it is to survive
And still this dagger is penetrating into my back real slow
Sweeping away the grimace under the rug in a one woman show 

Illusive dreams asking for more and more
Sinking with doom, as karma sways through heaven's door
There she keeps her walk on stilts avoiding kismet
Removing every single footprint before sunset

Spending eternity planning the bliss we cannot see
Quenching my confidence, with a moisture that pleasures me
Arching a dirty deed, aiming all fingers that point at me
Spreading her demonic ecstasy, a mass of light weight, we can't see

A giggle-some laugh, I cannot hear
Tainted, in a nefarious way as the night disappears
Delighted, she glistens through the celestial world alone
A whisper of love with an impossible auspicious tone

Epic and exquisite, she works incognito striking whomever she wants
She Is The Enigma!" She Is the Illness~ that forever haunts
A mysterious lady whose perception flows with her own timeless oasis
An Empress is working on her own simplicity basis

My body impervious to react to conflicts that dwell with deep desire
Aggressively my defiant ways will allow her excessive universe to transpire
Like a lily we give in to the beauty of her empress exploding ravenous lust
It's magical and feeds off of the revenge that deepens with thrust

Down in the lilac valley, storming down like a glacier leaving nothing below
We caress we emerge, then we dust off the repellent of her forsaken glow
Leaving us with wounds, when our conflicts ricochet
Impacting us with a rebound when everything bounces back our way

She Springs in like a breeze that dwells and leaves gallivant
Past shadows, swing back with a darker chant
Leaving nothing but a Chinese Aster garden terrace
Her crown, sheer vixen and vigor with Victoria's fantastical lace

Her candle desalinate effect with a gentle glow
Everything to her is an issue with the results that come and go
Karma's punishments sail real slow, against the wind, waged by the zephyr
Rebuilding from the aftermath of, Karma's payback splenetic weather

Close your eyes and feel the consequences we embrace
Secretly every wage comes with reward from our hubris sin
A grasp with no escapes from the repercussion and deeds in our hearts
Doors spillover, in a significant unexplained phenomenal start

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EDGE WALKER

                       EDGE WALKER 

Waking up to the depth beyond such things everyday
One day I choose to walk and become Queen of Mandalay

In the depth of my ocean mind
I Find my soul diving and trying to unwind

Peer pressure can not handle all the empty space
Avoiding the worlds relativistic mass by the human race

Over using the power giving to me
Sleeping at times disappointed by humanity

I walk in darkness to help you reach the light
I twist the darkness to give you a better sight

Walking at the edge of all things with the ability to precept
Using logic to compare and intercept the emotions we can not accept 

With the emotional picture of a fast heart beat
Wiping out the brain waves with a mood in heat

Giving enough flow to the power of intuition
Exceeding the knowledge without the book of Revelation

Receiving the pointless pain in a persons chest
A wreck who ignores the emotions to digest

A mood string of self manipulation eating away at the mass of reality
Some viewers are so unperceptive, a low self esteem of stupidity

A curse a gift with ability to know everything, illusions of feeling it
with an emphasis so useless you can not admit

Trusting one day came with a price, alerting my ego on strong
Using my energy to direct the purpose of the wrong

Walking like a tool threw out the worlds philosophy
A weapon of thought not meant for the mindless or monstrosity

The hidden riddles of life are the ones before your eyes
Grasping the concept with the attention of ending lies in our lives

Proceeding the ethics of the center of ones endless layer
accepting the birth of all responsibility, over the edge of a mind player

I gave the thought with a natural twist of a moving spear
Expanding the horizon of the hemisphere

Edge walkers down and broken standing without
Walking straight forward with the same God and Devil in doubt

Simply looking through "rose colored glasses."
Chaos from the ugliness of avoiding the large body masses

Balancing out the change to allow the flow
follow logical emotions, that destroys a mind blow.

causing the opposite to any action
effect the law of any equal reaction

expect to accept the unexpected, a dull way of life
connect the keeper of the masters weapon knife 

with religion  comes weakness of not standing tall
with the strong perception of life even one can fall

Standing without the generations of a crawler
living as a shadow he or she who believes the edge walker

                       by;p.d. ~June/6/10


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Summer Morning

The misty foggy morn floated in a dream
And lifted off the mirrored pond almost like a steam.
Moisture laden flowers bowed upon their stems.
Tiny gossamer carpets with sparkling rhinestone gems
Waiting for a whisper breeze to carry them away,
As subtle yellow glow welcomed in the day.
Iridescent dragon flies swooped by and hovered there
Above a water lilly’s bloom opening in prayer,
And as I  watched the magic new day softly dawning
I bowed  in peace, thankful for this summer morning.



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Thats a sin

A whole new twist to the same old story
Evil scientist in their laboratories
Creating monsters that live in the night
I often reflect on mankind's plight
As mankind drifts further from his soul
We seek things to fill the hole
The path of lies forever bends
Truth is straight and narrow my friends
As I see it getting bent in every way
I simply find myself compelled to pray
What will become of our sons and daughters
Will their souls be led to slaughter
As scientist seek out another way
To disprove what the bible has to say
Trillions spent in search of a ghost
Another theory of true reproach
Rainbow stars now fill the skies
I wonder what is hidden inside their lies
We can now place a robot up on Mars
But can't help the drunk at the local bar
Trillions more spent on a new space station
But we can't feed the hungry right here in our nation
Seems to me before we go further conquering space
We should maybe try to help out the human race
Our quest for knowledge has drove us insane
We are now so smart we don't use our brain
Our nation was founded "In God We Trust"
Our government says "Let it be covered in dust"
Even this lowly creature up out of the pen
Knows in his heart that thats a sin


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Life is a Dance

Sometimes life is such a bore we run on automatic;
Then it’s time to tango for a dash of the dramatic.
Or when things are dull and only gusto will suffice,
We cha-cha or calypso to inject a dose of spice.

We hustle off to work each morning, foxtrot through the day
And hope that time’s electric slide just melts the hours away.
At clock-out time we say goodbye and jitterbug on out;
We hokey-pokey home because that’s what it’s all about.

Some easy days we waltz on by; we’re caught up in the swing
And lindy-hop or tap our way through all that life can bring.
We may go round in circles or, to deal with our despair,
Find someone we can partner with and do-so-do with flair.

For life is like a dance and we are held within its sway;
We dip and twirl and fake the steps, from polka to ballet.
The music of the atmosphere imbues us with its beat
And if we choose to hear it, we just follow with our feet.


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Jack

I saw him on the highway
Thought he was insane
Standing with his thumb out 
In the pouring rain
I don't usually stop for hitchhikers
But something said I should
Besides, it was raining awful hard
And the wind was blowing good.
I said, "Hop in, it's cold out there.
Where you headed on this stormy night?"
He said, "Down the road, I really don't care
Just somewhere else will be all right.
I ain't got no license, so I'm travelling kind of slow
They just left me out of prison a few nights ago."
I might not have stopped had I known
Now we were on this dark road all alone.
I didn't know if I was in any danger
But as I drove, I listened to this stranger
He spoke of life and of acceptance
He spoke of sin and of repentance
A story of gratitude and saving grace
And I saw a smile come on his face.
He asked if I'd take him a little farther down
And drop him off in another town
I was already late but I said okay
And I listened to his stories along the way. 
When he was getting out he said, "Thanks for the hand.
God will bless you. Soon, you'll understand."
There was a new feeling inside me that I found
And I began to turn my life around.
I stopped at the prison to find out about Jack
And tell him how I got my life on track.
The warden listened and he shook his head
Saying, "I have a hard time believing what you said.
It couldn't be Jack, I'm telling you so.
You see, Jack died this day, eighteen years ago."

Angels come in strange forms sometimes.


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The Breed

Sometimes within the walls of today
We simply search for another way

To make this day all it should be
I must learn to live eternally

A blessing given or one took
I live my life inside a book

Each new day is another page 
I sit in the circle and burn my sage

Asking Grandfather to help me see
Exactly what a true man should be

With the blood of an Indian and of a white
Life is most certainly a spiritual fight

Half of me hates how the other half-lives
The white man took all the Indian gives

Then the white man decided to take some more
Slaughtered the Indians from shore to shore 

Brought an end to a beautiful way of life
“We will kill the man and rape the wife”

They called us heathens but don’t you know
Was the white man that had a heathen’s soul

Half and half, the blood of a breed
Poisoned by a white mans seed

It’s my Indian half I love the most
My white half is turning into a ghost 

Through my veins flows the blood of a brave
Though I lived my life as my white halves slave

Jesus Christ, nailed to the cross for me
Now my Indian half enjoys living free

Though freedom is a frame of mind
In the circle of life it’s truth I find

With each new poem I’m able to see
A little bit deeper up inside of me

Which enables my soul to truly live
Making my heart strong enough to give

All the faith that is found in a seed
I reckon half and half, is good breed

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Posted in respects to James Fraser


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My Pen Collection

As the waves forever kiss the shore
One shot leaves you wanting more
My heart and soul, strong and true
With all the love they hold for you
Sometimes my life leaves me bored
Like a swordsman with no sword
These are the times that I write
Memories can be hard to fight
I write out my heart and soul
Controlling my mind is my goal
Each new word released by my pen
Is another spiritual battle I win
The war rages on day by day
Through the poem prayers I pray
It's a war that I will forever win
Long as there is ink up in my pen
In prison I had quite a collection
Each one held it's own reflection
I saved them after they ran dry
Baptized with the tears I cry
I just couldn't seem to let them go
Little memories of my heart and soul
Sometimes I like to take them out
Little memories of what I'm about
What I'm about angel on my shoulder
Making this world a little less colder


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Dandelions, Daisies and Golden Buttercups

Dandelions, daisies and golden buttercups
Carpet the fields, below a tree they look up

This colossus of wood with arms so spread
Capturing the sunlight, photosynthesis fed

Its reach out for life to the heavenly skies
Another marvel of nature in her portfolio surprise

The plough of the farmer and his sowing of the seeds
Turns this bright carpet to soil to feed our needs

When we have harvested the sown, and reaped natures rewards
The soil of life allows the carpet restored

Dandelions, daisies and golden buttercups
Like the colossus of wood, its their right to look up




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


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A Bag of Popcorn

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I just won a prize
I replied, well I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise

When you have a past like mine
My today is always bright
There is no better feeling on earth
Than the joy of doing right

I may be an old man on a cane
My heart is skipping along
I learned to embrace the meaning
Life is a beautiful song

True life has its ups and downs
There’ll be forks in the road
With a smile I’ll stop for a while
Help you with your load

I had me a bag of popcorn today
It tasted exceptionally good
In fact, I will go as far as to say
Better then it probably should

For years, I had a guard in the pen
Popped him a bag each night
Then he would simply throw it away
His twisted little delight

He knew, it was those little things
Ate at our heart and soul
Movie with the wife Friday night
Popcorn in the bowl

I had a bag of popcorn today
Wife sitting at my side
I had a smile, which lasted awhile
One I could not hide

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I won a prize
I replied, I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise


For some reason today I was thinking about C.O. Talbert and
how he would pop a bag of popcorn even though he didn't eat
popcorn. He did it just because he knew it would make everyone
want some. I always felt sorry for him. His life must have been
very disappointing. The moral here: when you learn to appreciate
the little things in life your popcorn will taste a whole lot better. 



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This laundry never ends

Oh laundry, how relentless you are in this house,
It’s as if I were a polygamist’s spouse.

By: Sabina Nicole


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Ewmer Fudd and Buggs Bunny Paint the Town Wed

Got home awound twee (I was dwunk as a wouse)
Awose pwomptly at five wit' dwy cotton-mouth
I knew wather soon my day was gonna' bwow
When I stwuggled outta' bed and stubbed my wight toe
Fwopped back on the mattwess cwying and twitchin' 
Staggoid back up and wimped to the kitchen
Stumbled to the counter to bwew Folger's bwend
Spiwwed it down my Hanes and boint my widdle fwend
Hobbled to the bathwoom to wustle up some Tums
Twipped on my fwip-fwop and bwuised my weft bun

Should not have cawoused wit' owe Bugsey wast night
Now my head hoits and de wight is too bwight
If I had not dwunk gin for my mowale booster
I coulda' swept in trew 'dat wascally wooster

(Don't feel wike wunning dat siwwy wat-wace
Tink I might caw in sick at the Woony-Tune pwace)

***Inspired by quote #4 in Giorgio's contest 
Tim Wyerson wote dis (Tim Ryerson)







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A Flame Once Burned

A flame once burned so brightly everything in sight seemed quite beautiful in its blinding light. Everything I took for truth once upon a time seemed to me more glorious; love seemed more sublime. Then the fire began to die. Every little flaw I began to clearly see till I’d seen it all. Half a lifetime and the flame still is burning out. As it dims, I am learning what life is about. But the happy medium I had come upon soon will flicker less and less. Going….. Going…. Gone. When my flame goes nearly out, will there come a pall? In the darkness that will come - will I see at all? How I miss those days of yore - passion of my youth - when a flame once burned, and I thought I knew of truth.


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Have You Looked up at The Sky Today

Have you looked up at the sky today and watched the birds that flew pass?                                     Did you notice the white fluffy clouds and a beautiful rising sun so vast?

Have you looked at the trees around and noticed the fruits and flowers that bares?                           A variety of beautiful colours that it displays.  Do me a favour, just stop and stare.

Have you looked around your home today and saw all that you achieved?                                         or did you rush out as normal again and forget the office keys?

Have you looked around work today and noticed every one stressed?                                               Most of them in such a bad mood and some of them in a complete mess.

Have you listened to the radio today and sang along to some of the songs?                                       Even though you might sing out of tune or sometimes get the words wrong.

Have you looked up at the sky tonight and saw the beauty that it holds?                                           Or where you afraid to go outside that late in case you caught a cold?

Down the road could be a man who was born without sight.                                                           Yet thee most humble being and “hears” everything in delight.

On the other side could be a woman who will never be able to hear.                                                 But full of love to everyone cause she sees their love so clear.

Someone out there has no family or friends and someone will never be able to walk                           Someone out there has no job or home and someone will never be able to talk.

I guess that the problem with society today is not appreciating what’s already been given.               
Simple yet priceless gifts from above, that’s always in front of us, never hidden.

Look around, appreciate and see how you have been blessed.                                                         Family and friends surround you, yes even though your life could be a mess.

A home, a job, a car to drive, clothes and food to eat.                                                                     Remind me once again why you are never upbeat?

So have you looked up at the sky today and noticed the beauty that surrounds?                                 And thanked God for all you have or did you rush out and started the day with a frown?


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Leaves

                Leaves

See the leaf caught in the gale
On freedoms wind away does sail
Departed now, from the twigs
How brief, their existence is

Some are trapped within a rut
Some stick together in a glut
Some spend their days all alone
Others drift where they are blown

Some are destined to fly high
Some watch others passing by
Some stay firmly on the ground
Others just whirl round and round

Some are blown far away
Some near home, they will stay
Some from place to place do flutter
Others remain, in the gutter

Some find themselves on top of pile
Their purchase there is so fragile
Held aloft from underneath
By the strong and humblest leaf

Relying so on game of chance
Upon the breeze perform their dance
Everywhere the leaves are scattered
Along the way are torn and tattered

And when their journey comes to end
Back with the earth the leaves do blend
Making way for those to come
The colourful, glorious,
Next Autumn. 


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Let Go Of The Rope

Let go of the rope my tethered friend
Your holding on to a futile end.

For if you fall what’s the consequence?
But if never tried life won’t make sense.

And if you try and don’t succeed 
You just may find its all you need.

See God is in the nothingness
Where pain resides along with bliss.

Its up to us to find the strength
And see what all this life is meant.

So take a fall, get up again 
And leave that world of bogeymen.


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A Meadow's Sigh

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

Green and warm, full of life, the forest's skirt, the Maid's delight,
where rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells, a dream in morning light.

Gold and bright, full of life, the forest's skirt and Knight's delight;
life lies in grasses high, where lovers sleep and passion cries.

White and fair, full of life, the forest's skirt of pearly white;
burrowers sleep in bowers deep, hearths alight on chill nights.

The meadow's breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew;
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

The men have made the meadow home, no rabbits now play there,
no deer appear so near the roads for cars bring them dispare.

The meadow was home to many things, butterflies, birds on wing,
yet, few can dwell where men reside, the forest's skirt swept aside.

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.




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The Dog Days of Summer

We let down the top to soak in the sun
Now that the harshness of winter is done

As you let back the seat and put your feet on the dash
Saying, “keep your eyes on the road I don’t want to crash”

I truly must admit that I’m torn completely in two 
The coast has its beauty, then again so do you

As the beauty of the Sun is absorbed by your skin
Like a kid at the candy store I simply want to dig in

If life is a candy store sweetheart you are the treat
All the other candy I tasted, never tasted so sweet

The reason I love summer is because of the heat
The skimpier the bikini, the greater the treat 

I can’t begin to express how wonderful you are
Saying, “hey take a look at her I’ll steer the car”

At first I truly had no idea what I should say?
Though now it’s, “ok sweetheart, have it your way”

I think that is because you know these words are true
I may take look at her but I shall forever belong to you

Summer is a time that is as bright as the sun
Out goes the cold as it’s replaced by the fun

We have our barbecues and sit under the stars
Let down the tops and go for rides in our cars

Go tend to our gardens in farmer John clothes
Truly amazed at how fast everything grows

Go hang out at the river as well as the lake
Cover ourselves in oil than let our skin bake

Embrace the moments because these words are true
The days last much longer and the sky is so blue

The dog days of summer I reckon that’s so
We bark and howl at folk we don’t even know

If life is banquet then summer is the feast
I think we should gobble it up, to say the least


Written for john's Summer contest.


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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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Once Was A King

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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To touch a dream

Dreams come in many forms
Some are cold and others warm

Some play like a movie in black and white
And some are no less than a guiding light

Some are visions of times to come
Some just simply leave us numb

Some we remember and some we forget
Some we cherish and some we regret

Some we just can't help but treasure
Some give us embarrassing pleasure

I close my eyes and dream of you
All the things I've put you through

See I had a dream that went sour
An awful dream of money and power

Then I learned one cold hard day
Some dreams take years to pay

Sometimes reality is clearly seen
Another will soon touch my dream

As these tears run down my face
Some dreams are just to good to waste

I can only imagine the pain in you
Trying hard to be faithful and true

Sweetheart some dreams are to hard to play
As I slowly start to fade away

A single year has came and went
I have seven more at eighty-five percent

Sometimes reality is sad as can be
Sweetheart I want you to let go of me

I learned love is worth more than gold
You deserve somebody to hold

This type relationship is totally insane
I want you to free yourself of my pain

If our love is truly meant to be
My dream will bring you back to me

Strength of character  is hard to find
As I treasure yours please treasure mine

I believe our love can break the mold
Be a timeless romantic story told

About two lovers who broke apart
In order to save each others hearts

And let their love be a miracle seen
By having faith to touch a dream


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Created By Choices

Something evil this way comes
Sure as the rising of the Son

A single heart left to bleed
A lost soul with a dying need

When love proves it doesn’t care
In creeps darkness and despair

Angry voices from deep with-in
Scream I’m a fool once again

I now make my soul like a cave
It’s the darkness that I now crave

Around my heart I shall build a moat
With blood sacrifices unto the goat

Deep in darkness as a soul can be
Father of darkness come feed on me

She destroyed the love in my soul
I do pray that hate fills up the hole

Troubled souls with hallow voices
In this life we all make choices

My choices have left me degraded
I now hate the person I created

Into darkness away from the Son
Something evil this way comes


Yea, I posted this for Deborah's contest.
Believe it or not this is who i used to
be. Poetry is a truly amazing tool when
it comes to change, it transformed this
into the man I am. All I can say about
that, "Praise be the Power of God".


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Our single soul

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

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

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

Let your spirit be like the wind
Your unseen dearest friend

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

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

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

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

Running hard against the grain
Using drugs to kill the pain

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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The Box of Stuff

I heard him close shut the attic door,
I snuck in and saw him on the floor.

He found the box that I stored away,
As I turned to leave I heard him say.

“Mom, could you come here for a few,
Whose badge is this and what does this do?”

Placing the hat on top of his head,
Come close my son I softly said.

With a saddened tone I lowly spoke,
Pushing words over the lump in my throat.

That box of stuff belonged to a man,
Who left one night with his keys in hand.

He heard his pager go off late one night,
He jumped in that suit and dashed out of sight.

To answer a call, not knowing for sure,
The dangers his heart would have to endure.

He’d always been brave right from the start,
And was a good man with a courageous heart.

He wasn’t a man like typical dads,
That was mainly because the job that he had.

That box of stuff is his way to pave,
The bright good man you’ll be someday.

Because in that box that you delved into,
Belonged to a man who looked like you.

If you can understand I’ve never known why,
Before you were born that man had to die.

I cannot imagine what he went through,
To save a stranger he never knew.

He faced a danger he didn’t deserve,
He gave his life to protect and to serve.

He wasn’t respected most of the time,
But still he laid his life down on the line.

With all this that I share this day,
There’s a few final words I’d like to say.

All the stuff that’s within that box,
I want you to know belonged to a cop.

There’s a lot of things he never saw,
He lost his life defending the law.

And one of those things that he didn’t see,
Was watching you become what you came to be.

You’re brave like him in the things you pursue,
I know he’d be proud of the life you ensue.

It’s been along time that my heart has cried,
I still remember the night that he died.

Much has happened since the night he was slain,
I think you should know that you bear his name.

Yes there are times that I still get sad;
But I want you to know that man was your dad.

So put the box up my little snooper,
Now that you know your dad was a trooper.


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If You Are The Ocean...

If you are the ocean, then I am the mist
which kisses the morning the way children kissed
their mother at breakfast to start a new day
If you are the ocean, then anchors aweigh
We'll sail through the evening and on to the light
The daystar is dawning, we'll keep to the right
like Peter and Wendy to Neverlands' door
we'll sail on forever and touch every shore
If you are the ocean, come wash me away
to some misty morning and there we will play
on beaches you've loved all your lovely life long
If you are the ocean, then sing me a song
of sailors and treasures and I'll have to say
If you are the ocean, come wash me away...


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One in Four Women

Terror seizes you, and it isn't kind. 
 You try to go somewhere peaceful in your mind.
But the pain rips you right back to here and now.
 Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of even saying "ow."

You try to be strong, but he tears from you, a scream.
 Oh God, please let this be a terrible, terrible dream.
I thought he was supposed to be a friend of mine?
 As the tears grow down my face like vine.
 
He tells me I wanted it, even though I screamed no.
 He says my attitude and outfit told him so.
In the same breath, he threatens me never to tell.
 If they ask why the tears, you better say you fell.

As I got out of the car he pulled me to him and hugged me tight.
 He kissed my forehead and said Don't worry you'll be all right.
Just remember, if you open your mouth, no one will believe a dirty whore.
 Now go inside before I take you for another ride and give you some more.

Into the house and straight into the shower.
 I was in there for what felt like hours and hours.
My grandmother knew right from the start.
 Please don't tell, it would break Daddy's heart.

Please, Grandma he's not worth Daddy going to jail.
 For my sake and his, you can never, ever tell.
She kept her promise and never uttered a word.
 At night, she told me, my cries she heard.

For six weeks I kept my secret and told not another soul.
 For six weeks I sunk deeper and deeper into a hole.
Not until I heard that he raped a fourteen year old girl.
 Knowing I could have prevented it, shattered my world.

I finally told my horror story to the cops and to my Dad.
 I don't think I'd ever seen him so violently mad.
Mike was arrested, but in jail he would not stay.
 He lived around the corner and we had to move away.

He got probation, but not for me, his word against mine.
 I was sixteen, of legal age to consent, so for me he'd get no time.
His punishment, probation for only a couple of years.
 Me and his other victim were left with our fears.

Would he find us and take revenge for what he said was a lie?
 Would my father hunt him down, and go to prison for a rapist to die?
He got away, pretty much scot-free for his deplorable crime.
 His victims were the ones who were serving the time.








This IS a true story, my story, but not my story alone. After 8 years and raping several
other women Mike was sentenced to 35 years in prison. As he pleaded his innocence, we were
all in some way vindicated. He never did a day for brutally raping me, NOT ONE DAMN DAY.
But he's doing plenty now. I hope he gets ALL that he deserves.


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Wishes and Dreams

I wish I could walk without feeling pain
I wish I could live my life again.

I dream of a time when I could run like a deer
I could jump like a gazelle with nothing to fear.

I could climb like cat and swim like fish
I can not do these things and yet I can wish.

I can dream of a day many years gone by
I could dream and pray for that bus to pass by.

I could dream my mum missed it and didn’t get on
I could dream she forgot my vaccination had not been done.

I can sit here and daydream day after day and wish that jab had gone right
I can dream I am fit, but I’m not, it went wrong, and now I have learned how 
to fight.

I can if not careful, wish and dream my whole life away
But there is no point in that, that’s what I say.

But the vaccine went wrong, and no wishes or dreams can it change
I just have to get on with my life, there is no sale or return or exchange.

Wishes are for kids and dreams are for bed
I wish I was a kid and could lay down my head.

I am tired and fed up and the wind is so cold
I wish I did not suddenly feel old.

I am reading this back and thinking boy, this isn’t me
I am going to get up and with a certainty

I am going to fix that toilet for once and for all
Even if I have to rip it off, that bloody bathroom wall.

Self Pity is over and I feel a bit of a nit
And my last dream is I am back in bed with Brad Pitt.



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Visions for Change

Walk with me, my child, before you grow
Hear of the world I’d like you to know

A unified Earth without country divisions
One without governments to make decisions

A world where people are not judged by race
Color neutral, can you imagine this place?

Freedom to worship as each one pleases
No hate-based reproaches, just loving breezes

All would have food, shelter and joy
Care would be given to each girl and boy

Mother Nature would smile upon us all
No earthquakes, tsunamis or mudslide falls

Art would be revered and beauty bestowed
Never again would war sounds explode

Now tell me, dear child, do you share my dream
For you hold the power to build a new team

Our youth may set our tomorrow in motion
Precepts like these need not only be notions


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The Jigsaw Puzzle

Have you ever been insane?
Lost inside your own pain

Just trying hard to figure out
What this life is really about?

There are voices up in my mind
Sometimes sanity is hard to find

Whenever I find myself all alone
I keep knocking but no ones home

I study the lines that cover my face
The jigsaw puzzle seems out of place

I don’t seem to know myself anymore
Seems my monkey took off with a whore

The only thing left sitting here is me
And my one-day at a time sobriety

When it all starts breaking down
I am just a ghost inside a clown

But I reckon that too will be ok
Long as I remember how to pray


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In Poetry

For whatever reason we write
Bright of day dark of night

The salty taste of a single tear
The love of one we hold so dear

The ever-changing cycle of seasons
Friends lost for various reasons

The ups, downs, highs and lows
The oh my God here she goes

The, I love her and she loves him
The shadow with an evil grin

The load that is too great to bear
Those who do and do not care

I have pondered the reason why
Poets share the tears they cry

Poets share their brightest days
Poets share their darkest ways

Poets offer their hearts and souls
All their failures and all their goals

Poets just like you and I
Feathers falling from the sky

Floating softly to the ground
We take our voice and write it down

Write it down for the world to see
The answers are found in poetry


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Without a Doubt

Without a doubt the sun will rise.
The gym rats all will exercise.
The candidates will tell their lies
‘Cause that’s what life’s about.

Without a doubt the dawn will break.
Someone will make a huge mistake.
There’ll be some sadness – hearts will ache;
Of sorrow, there’s no drought.

Without a doubt the day will end.
Someone will make a brand-new friend
While others find some rules to bend;
Both good and bad will sprout.

Without a doubt the moon will show,
Sky will darken, stars will glow.
From poets’ pencils, words will flow
For they can’t do without…


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The wreck

The last few weeks have been real hard
You see the "dealer of life" deals the cards
As the trials and blessings come and go
It's true we must reap what we sow
At times the trials are many and the blessings are few
Just let the light of your soul shine on through
Yesterday I walked to the bridge over the creek
By the time I got there I was tired and weak
As I sat on the bridge taking a break
Questioning "how much more can I take"
A speeding drunk driver lost control
I watched it unfold nice and slow
Sometimes the blessings are clear to see
They crashed into the rail right next to me
My guardian angel said soft as could be
I'll never give up on you don't give up on me
These last few weeks I have felt rather low
With a deep down emptiness up in my soul
So regardless of the pain or length of the fight
I reckon it's once again time for me to write
For my pen is the tool that I use to see
The power of the Lord working in me


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A Different Kind of Love

~By chance we found each other ~
~Two hearts many miles apart~
~Linked together in cyberspace~

We talked for hours that first day
We never ran out of things to say
I feel I’ve known you for a long time
You’ve always been a friend of mine

Your heart has touched me here
I wish I could hold you near
Knowing that you are yearning 
For love your heart is burning

So I will instant message you
Tell you not to ever be blue
Share my joy and my fears
Not be afraid to show my tears

You can love me if you choose
My heart you will never loose
I can’t give the love you desire
The kind to set your heart a fire

Let me love you in my own way
As a friend with you every day
In your heart and on your mind
A truer love you’ll never find


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SOMEWHERE

In dead-man's land
red poppies grow,
Fertilised by blood,
sun and winter snow;
And on widows' weeds
streams of sadness flow,
Lost freedoms seeds
beneath ignorance goes
To no-man's land
where,there were but crows;
With Spring's new life
real peace they can know,
In the Morning Star's
perpetual glow!



 *Afghanistan


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Heart of Gold

The beauty of life, which is often unseen
I guess each of us has some sort dream

Intertwined with our ambitions and hope
Sometimes it seems so impossible to cope

Some days are blessed others are cursed 
Life; unlike a play, we don’t get to rehearse

With diligent effort we rise up to the top
Refusing to slow down let-a-long stop

Top of the mountain offers a beautiful view
A place to reflect on how dreams come true

I’ve thought it all over and I believe it is true
My dreams are mine and yours belong to you

We have our own path with rivers to cross
We cherish the gain and we regret the loss

Each one of us has our tools, which we use
The right to decide how we walk in our shoes

There will always be those who criticize and judge
Always be someone who holds some sort of grudge

Misery Loves Company is the saying they tell
No one wants to lonely especially sitting in hell

Its best not to believe in good and bad luck
Accept responsibility and not pass the buck

Reach the point where there’s nothing left to hide
That’s when you find yourself beaming with pride

I never look at another to judge my own wealth
I never judge another as hard as I judge myself

Life is a journey, which has a beginning and end
Each life has its own special meaning to send

If I die today, the story I hope my life has told
I measured my success through my heart of gold


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Nothing To Fear

Way before the sunrise is when I start my day
I offer thankfulness in the prayer that I pray

I do love the morning with its beautiful sunrise
Especially when reflecting off clouds in the sky

My life is a journey with my soul as the guide
What makes it beautiful is my wife at my side

My children are my strength; encouraging me
I make sure that everyday is truly all it can be

My friends are many though old-friends are few
For I no longer agree with the things that they do

I still hold them all in my prayers and my heart
Nothing in this life could ever pry them apart

So what is the story the meaning of this rhyme?
The blessing is there if we just follow the sign

To accept the blessings the place we must start
Just be as a child and look through your heart

Be as a child; cherish every one of your dreams
If you wish to feed the river than become a stream

Everything will happen in its own time and place
You will truly find peace once you’ve found grace

Since love is the place where we all need to start
Remember, be kind and gentle to your own heart

One day, “Old Saint Peter,” will open up the gate
There is nothing to fear for heaven will be great




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MyTOPIA

 ~MyTOPIA~
 
A sip of tea in my Magic Cup.
A fancy bowl for my little pup.
Faraway from a world corrupt.
I found reason and meaning to reconstruct.
 
By day I live under the perfect sun.
I relive a life where unhappiness~ is undone.
From the time I opened this door my life slowly begun.
I unlocked the purpose that unites us* all as one*
 
By night I isolate my dreams in my log cabin. 
A pillow case made of, worry free feeling of satin.
My harmony keeps me from thoughts so devil-in.
My moon shines in the river with beautiful waves of medieval Latin. 
 
My island based entirely on reason, of insanity hassle.
A sweet paradise entwined by the meshed flower tassel.
My own fantasy surrounded by a flawless pharrell castle.
Governed by my own golden state temple Utopian idea vassal.
 
by;p.d.


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Let Your Light Shine



               Let your light shine, to show your way of life
               The road can be difficult and hard

              But remember that on your journey of life, you are never alone
              Let your light shine and you will reach your goals












August 31. 2012
A-L Andresen :)


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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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Goodnight Dear P D

Go to sleep dear P.D...you need your rest
Tomorrow will be busy...got to be at your best
Children and grandchild...you know they are wild
They'll wear you out...and thats putting it mild
Oh no the resturant...you better not forget
Cooking and serving...your body wet with sweat
A shower, a shower...and you can wind down
Asleep, asleep in your bed...Not making a sound
Send me to sleep contest Sponsor: P.D. Written by Carol ~Sunshine~ Brown 10/25/2012 2nd Place Winner


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The Leader Bunny

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

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

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



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The Mountain Speaks

(This is a "childhood" poem, written many years ago.)

High above the pristine falls
the looming mountain lifts its walls.
A monolith of stony gray,
with bulky lips, it seems to say:
"Eons passed since I've been here;
nothing have I seen to fear
while above my walls, from year to year,
about the world below I peer.
My walls so high, so steep and strong,
protect me well from all that's wrong.
Would that Man below could see
how I keep all harm from me.
Would that he could build a wall
about his home, his family -- all --
to keep them safe from Evil's charm,
which causes Man unending harm."


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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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Leaving All I Know

                                                   This empty feeling
                                          So many places I have seen..

                                                   All I ever knew
                                                Leaving it all behind..

                                                 Thank you for the light
                                     The one that gave birth to my soul..

                                            Now my soul is in captivity
                                Darkness embraces its last bit of freedom..

                                                Leaving all I know
                            Awaiting my death in a cold and wet prison cell..

                                  My feet,shackled to the slippery floor
                 Fear of death written on the wall with invisible characters..

                                             The last spark of hope
         Licks my thoughts as a sunbeam squeezes itself through the tiny window..

                   "Oh,Heavenly Father..are you there to collect my tired bones
                                           ..or to set my soul free?"

                                           I await the bell to chime
                      Knowing they will come and take me to the executioner..

                                                  

                                                    A.Ertsland
                                           September 2nd 2012


* Inspired by a song called "Hallowed Be Thy Name"


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Forgotten Valentine

The world is made for lovers, on this new Valentines Day
And that was from my brother because it had gone astray.

He sent it to his girlfriend; I had hoped the card was for me
But when I opened it, I was shocked at the words I did see.

My brother professing love for me, I knew his handwriting well
He told me how I would see his heart begin to swell.

As you may imagine, this shocked me to the core
When the postman came back and knocked upon the door.

“That card I put through here, it was not meant for you
I know your brother well and he asked me this to do.

Put it through his girlfriend’s door, to save the prices a stamp
I have put it though the wrong one, the bulbs gone in the street lamp.”

“That’s ok”. I said, but you must have one for me
“Sorry love” he said, “You are a forgotten Valentine again I see.”

11.02/2013 ©


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Dutch Hill Park

I took a walk down Columbia Street
Back to the place where we used to meet
Where we played as kids until after dark
And hung out together up at Dutch Hill Park
Although alone, I could hear the sound
Of laughter coming from the merry go round
Sometimes we'd meet there in the early dawn
The dance hall, pavilion and the swings are gone
I saw those pine trees and I thought of you
And all the crazy things we used to do
Like sleeping out underneath the stars
Hanging upside down from the monkey bars
A swing made from  a rope and an old tire
We baked potatoes on an open fire
Squirrel nut zippers and an RC coke
Transistor radio and we'd have a smoke
We walked in the woods and we climbed some trees
We scratched our faces and we skinned our knees
Never dreaming that it would ever end
If I could, I'd do it all again my friend
Those memories I have will never part
I carry Dutch Hill Park inside my heart
And all those memories of yesteryear
Heading back home now I shed a tear.


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Whilst the Clock Ticks

Whilst the clock ticks, appear memories of her past For three faces she owns, which would be the one that lasts Would it be the one from old, or the one from her recent past For three faces she owns, which would be the one that lasts Many words were shared, to the future forget the past For three faces she owns, which would be the one that lasts Whilst the clock ticks, reality now met her past For three faces she owned, it's the older one that lasts *~*


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Jungle Drums

          Jungle Drums

Well known was Molly by gossips
Words fell so easy from her lips
They always found ready ears
Revered was she amongst her peers

A casual meeting Molly made
Good conversation she displayed
Invited then to mothers meeting
Where received a rapturous greeting

For all the ladies gathered there
Knew Molly had a tale to share
About the folk at forty eight
Procured across a garden gate

Passed along tongue to tongue
It must be right, it can’t be wrong
Second hand, thrice removed
Each time the details are improved

Behind her curtains, Mrs Rose
Who sees all that comes and goes
From her shadowy oasis
Offers Molly on the basis
What she tells her will be treated
With respect and not repeated

Knowing only far to well
Molly cannot wait to tell
Everyone she knows
All she’s gleaned from Mrs Rose 

And Peg the paper shop assistant
Said “It’s true”, she was insistent
She had heard the news confirmed
By Mrs Smith, who had learned
About the tale and of course
From a most reliable source

It’s not hard to understand
How she holds them in her hand
Like ducklings on a pond to feed
Molly delivers to their greed

Her listeners are now captivated
By her words uncomplicated
Said with such simplicity
Masked by dark duplicity
Who would believe, ill intent
From a face, so innocent

Having spilled out all her news
Others offered up their  views
Ever wilder each new claim
Fending, proving, placing blame
Then Ginger Adams put her spoke in
“ I had heard, “She’s done her bloke in”

With a glare from Molly’s eye
Ginger just wanted to die
For she had not learnt quite yet
Where the sights they should be set
Which appears to be somewhere
Between uncaring and unfair
With no way to recognize
Which be truth and which be lies.


Please forgive the implication that this behaviour is
exclusive to the fairer sex, it is simply for the purposes 
of this write. I have known men that easily equal any 
woman in this sphere of life, and be just as catty, hahahha 




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Interest on Time

Loaned to all at one’s birth, a life and time,
For some, a life time paying back every dime.



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Greater Love

Greater Love

I shivered and watched him as the snow fell 
Frail, tattered clothes, bearded, no shoes, but--smell!
I thought--what a contrast--comparing sights,
But love was a lesson I'd learn that night!

Not from plastic steeples or rhetoric,
Philanthropy or emotional trick...
I would learn to look in my own mirror
For compassion, mercy, empathy--clearer.

       This complex multiple of nature lives
       In dying daily to Ego-------Forgives!

Then I saw neither black, white, red nor green,
But only insolence and heard him scream:
"Get away from us! You Freak! Reprobate!"
Then with his cane, knocked him down--oh such hate!

Top hat and tails perched with pride by the door
Assisting the dilatant he adored.
Snow was a gossamer curtain all 'round.
Vision obscured even steps on the ground.

       Lights came from nowhere as they crossed the street,
       Aimed for the dilatant--innocent, sweet.

Watching I saw from the shadows immerge
Sprinting like 'Coldstream Guard'--out past the curb,
That same man, pushing the dilatant fair
Out of harms way as he flew in mid-air.

Emerging unscathed from the ice and snow:
"Who was that man? Tell me! I want to know!"
The crowd huddled 'round like a football team
Gawking with questions of what they had seen.

       A donor card was his only ID.
       No name--just a wish--was all they could see.

Donor card cashed in...Science and query...
A grave in an obscure cemetery,
With small unadorned head-marker amends:
"Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."

5/14/2012
deborah burch©

*For Michael's "No Names on This Love Contest"


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Reality

Illusion... illusion
Ooh what a confusion

Entering the world of spirituality, while
Keeping an eye on reality

As conclusion of this confusion
Reality has always been the illusion 


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A Road Still Driven

                                  I'm driving on a road that pours into the sky...
                            The scenery I can almost touch like paper blowing by...

                                     Your smile is there in the corner of my eye...
                          It's your hand I feel under mine as my fingers hold a cry...

                                    My head rocks back to a chill of being alone..
                             With the window cracked open the air drops like stones...

                                   The rearview mirror reflects all that's not seen...
                         A man touched by life over and over and still doesn't bleed...

                                The clock on the dash never seems to move or trip...
                     I squint into the past and see a soul that was bruised and stripped...

                               And blink into today and the road I drove and walked...
                       But always remembering the place where I sat but never talked...


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Taken, never Forsaken

When I try to look back, it hurts to start A mother I was now in continual broken heart In the innocence of that Sunday quietly shopping away When my thoughts to humanity go in angered astray One minute he held my hand, the next he was gone In suspended silence I float amidst stared public throng Questions through confusion as to where I stood last Still feeling his hand, that loving maternal grasp Lights became brighter, louder were the voices Still confusion abounds in sporadic lost choices Who could have taken him, where has he gone So many voices not singing the same song Continually I dream about these words you've just read To the end of my days I can't think of him dead <*>


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On My Branch

                                          Left on a branch that has a crack...
                                    I sit still and stare out to a world of distract...
                               Blissful memories that hold my thoughts with a grip...
                                        As fallen sins still have the power to trip...
                                 I'm excepting the break and the fall that will come...
                                      Having said my peace to the moon and sun...
                                   It's not the drop as much as the snap that I fear...
                              So I will close my eyes and let faith whisper in my ear...


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Guns

A gun so nice to hold
Firm grip from one so bold

Shiny bullets fingers do enfold
To only the brave guns are sold

Not only to the brave are coffins sold
Silk lined some are, but still rot and mould 

Not only bought for the unfortunate ill, we’re told
Not a perk for those growing infirm or old

Lives wiped out gone feelings left cold
Guns to the brave are always sold

Coffins the innocents do enfold
Firm to the grip, handles cold

A gun so nice to hold
A body not, I am told.

©~GG~ 16/01/2013

Contest Entry:


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Welcome 2013

Behold the sun of two thousand twelve go 
It rose on January one with pomp and show
Like dethroned Presidents of many countries whose
National wealth decline and personal grow

Two thousand thirteen ushers in
On it the people and nations their hopes pin
One more promise one more hope
Spain and Greece will climb up the slope

Portugal will once more its glory regain
New York will not be devastated by rain
Rulers and kings will perform such feat
The year will poverty and hardship defeat

Taliban and Al-Qaida will meet their doom
On the heads of Syrians death won’t loom
Deprivation and misery will rule no more
Greed and lust will see the door

Religious intolerance would be words unknown 
Skies won’t see the flight of drone
Kashmiris and Palestinian’s plight will end
People would rally and freedom defend

Victory of justice protection of rights
Lust harnessed that misery invites
Human souls saved from hunger, disease
World will witness life expectancy increase

This will prove a different year
Hearts will know no  tyrant’s fear 


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Inside the Sealed Glass Box

Who would have thought I'd have made it this far If they knew of my past, my internal life scars Or even whom sits beside you on the bus or the train If you could see into their mind and their lives terrain The past of me is inside a sealed glass box It can see me but I'm oblivious to it's talks For I find myself very fortunate, no nightmares I've endured As I think of the glass box, this is my cure <*>


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2012 resolution Vol 3

Another fresh year is here, I would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear. I would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest, and give the people around me nothing but the best. I would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations, and work hard towards mending broken relations. I would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear, and take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear. I would love to make an effort to be a good friend, to my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end. I would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving, and spend more time in loving. I would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous, and speak only the truth and for that be courageous. I would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly, and cover them all with feelings that are friendly. I would love to learn to be sensitive, and towards others be open and receptive. I would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me, and be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see. I would love to learn to be content about all I have received, and focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived. I would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees, and work to help out for carbon emission decrease. I would love to learn to be unforgiving, and be more tolerant and caring. I would love to right some of my wrongs, and be true to myself and hum joyous songs. Finally, I would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude, and to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.


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The Harmony of Percieving Colors (The Conclusion to Brians Contest)

All the colors that my eyes see
Seem to become a part of me

The red that bleeds my angry days
The gray that shades my darkest ways

The green forest that brings me ease
The purple tracks from my disease

Toni’s black outfit fills my nights
Faith is now my pillow of white

Colors lead to one conclusion
The rainbow is God’s illusion

Through the rainbow what my eyes see
I perceive immorality

For within the words that I write
The will in man to face the fight

To change his life and learn to be
A child of God proud and free

Everyone perceives, as they will
I can only write what I feel

I feel these colors in my soul
God’s rainbow leads to streets of gold

Of all I do and all I see
These colors bring me harmony

Harmonic balance brings me peace
For all my dreams are now in reach

Protected by the flaming sword
I accept Christ to be my Lord

Of all I do and all I feel
I am a servant to his will

It is the Lord who yields my pen
All the glory I give to him

In my words can you not perceive?
Gods rainbow truly brings me ease

Harmony now lives in my soul
See serving God has made me whole


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Breathes

Some lives are like a stone quickly skipping over the ponds top, forever tossed.
My life is below the surface trying to reach upward with each breathe lost.
But there is still beauty, deep down here in the great depths below…
For the solitude holds me in its grip as I dwell with what I know.

My occasional trips to the surface leave me vastly wanting more…
Still, my life below the surface doesn’t scare me as it did, once before.
And the breaths will come when given, as my life continues to flow.
True it is dark but beauty lingers, everywhere the currents move below.

At times, the surface reflections seem surreal, as if it’s a place not to go.
Comfort comes more and more to my soul, as the deeper I glide below.
Here I dwell within myself, with words, and thoughts, that carry me along.
Perhaps I have found where I truly belong, as I sing my siren songs.


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The Lovers Dance

It was their night they shone bright as they danced their sweet dance
Two lovers embraced in their world of romance.

They laughed and they cried as their eyes locked in stare
It was their world for this moment as if no one was there.

And their steps they so flawlessly glided in tune,
To a melody that touched everyone in that room.

Their passion brought envy to onlookers there,
Who secretly questioned their own love affair.

But as the night closed and came to an end
The lovers were blind to what lie round the bend.

The house and the cars and the jobs that went bad
The kids drove them crazy and their savings were drab.

So they fought to hold on to the things in their life,
That caused them so much of their pain and their strife.

They fought with each other like enemies do,
And dismissed in their life everything that was true.

So when sickness and hardships and troubles occurred,
Their vows to commit seemed truly absurd.

Their home and their kids would now take a backseat,
For their moral obligation they chose not to meet.


So I Ask …
What happened to that dance they danced so well?
With passion and truth everyone could tell.

What happened to their dance where they held so tight?
What happened to the wonder of their glorious night?

What happened to the words that charmed their ears?
With a passionate rhythm that brought them to tears.

What happened to those vows that poured from their heart?
The “I love you forever and till death do us part”.

For these aren’t just words we borrow for the day,
From another who tells us this is what we must say.

We say them cause it’s what we feel true in our heart,
It’s a God given blessing we commit from the start.

But these words are now lost as they fall on deaf ears,
Since the pain and the struggles they’ve created these years.

So the lesson here learned dear people of odd,
Is that love is so fragile but made strong with our God.

So stop fighting for power and money or need,
For all of this nonsense is only our greed.

Keep God in your life and he’ll walk you through,
When heartache and pain and losses ensue.

For why commit vows in the eyes of our God,
And not call on him when life gets too hard?

For the truth of our vows we are all meant to see,
is that marriage is not, made of two, but of three

If reading these words ring some truth in your heart,
Decide that today you will make a new start.

Go hug your spouse and say something kind
Don’t let the small stuff cloud up your mind.

We’re all just lost souls who are trying to cope
If  not there for each other then where is the hope?

You see, the anger, the fight
that in us abide, Is only the insecure child inside.

So rise up above all this fear and this pain,
And see all the beauty that there is to gain.

By trusting in God and his will for you
Together forever he’ll see you both through.

For life is too short for our miserly ways
cheap on our love hence dreading our days.

He made us to love in all that we do
To wake up each morning and start us a new.

So pray for your spouse, ask God to be kind
To the person you prayed in the beginning to find.

They’re still the same person you loved from the start
But life and it’s troubles have hardened their heart.

You vowed that you’d love them in sickness and health
Now is your chance to show God what you felt.

So rise up my friend, don’t say that you’re through
For what if your loving God gave up on you?


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A-Z OF GREATNESS

A is for Ability, to do something nice and tangible
B  is for Beauty,of the mind and soul which is sensible,

C is for Clever;seriousness  makes you brilliant
D is for Dogged;determination makes you radiant,

E is for Excellent,work harder to become clean,
F is for Famous,to be known you need to be seen,

G is for Great,a leader needs to have a sound mind,
H is for Honest,strive to be sincere which is hard to find,

I is for Interest;I love eating pineapple than wild grape,
J is for Junk;This should be avoided to keep in shape,

K is for Keen;it is good to have strong desire for success,
L is for Life,good healthy living-this you must access,

M is for Money;for this many kill and are ready to be hit,
N is for Naughty; Choose a good path and refuse to depart from it,

O is for Obedient ;Listen to the advice of elders to move forward
P is for Progress ;It is wonderful when one is going onward,

Q is for Quest; seek knowledge and truth for they are uplifting,
R is for Rest ;relaxing after a hard day is very uplifting,

S is for sorrow,when it comes,do not succumb or be swallowed,
T is for Time;it runs fast and needs to be followed,

U is for Unique ;garment of success is a nice attire to be worn,
V is for Value; you are important and of real quality like no one,

W is for Weakness,you need not be wary but very strong
X is for X-men,the world has been waiting for super-human for so long

Y is for Yummy; True greatness is delicious when consumed,
Z is for Zenith;to get to the peak,seriousness must be groomed,

No matter how tough the situation is,try to endure,
The road to greatness is a rough one for sure .


CONTEST:"Z IS FOR ZARIA:An ABC Couplet" Sponsored by Cyndi Macmillan


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Familiar Taste of Betrayal

I’ve tasted betrayal before just like I have tasted lies
but each time it’s so bitter, the taste always a surprise.

I cannot expel this sickness you left to rot in my soul
the brittleness of your lies that made you lose control.

So I am left no resolution and more unanswered questions,
you told me it would be an hour when I’d only had seconds.

You came in as an infection and you’re leaving a disease
once proud I stood and yet you brought me to my knees

your taking me down and you’re dragging me low.
Why take my hand if you only plan to just let go?


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God Forbid

My life is very insular, I move from page to page
never straying far from words which prance upon the written stage.

like a sputtering engine my tongue tangles on a phrase
I rub my eyes, red and raw, I can't remove my aged gaze.

My fingers curl and knuckles gnarl as velum dances right
I read, I write, I think and pause, I can't turn out the light.

Compose, I will, adjust I must, each simile an anchor 
to a life much analyzed, but lived with little rancor.

like the scribes of ancient Rome my fingertips are worn
yet I persist with joyous bliss for I know I must go on. 

My form has bent, bowed and curled to meet the need of the word
God forbid, I went through this lifetime never being heard.



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Nightmare of a Beautiful Dream

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

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

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

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

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


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A Poet Looks At 4 AM

The night falls down around me in this poet's reverie.
Words stick to my moon-parched throat until I set them free.

Images of life and love are painted on my heart.
Stars outside my window have their knowledge to impart.

The world I travel forth in has experience to give.
My eyes have seen the glory of this place I choose to live.

And now the daylight beckons from the unforgiving skies.
My mind is full and restless as my pen to paper flies.

Night has flown away but still I'm left with thoughts profound.
This song of life I've written here is making such a sound.

Dawn has broken and I thank God for every given word.
I'm grateful for this chance I have to reach out and be heard.


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Thoughts Before Bed

the past is haunting me
I just want to be free

there doesn’t seem to be an escape
and success have never took shape

is this my destiny 
hardly any money

money isn’t God
I may have been flawed

but I’m one hundred percent pure
I believe in this life for sure


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Fill It With Him (Mid Swap)


There is no love, without our God; 
Search your heart and home it’s not hard ~
I cannot stay if He’s not there,
A sense of loss would fill the air. 

Fill this house with truer faith
Let, our hearts hope in Him always --
He‘ll heal spiritual beggars,
His glory abounds forever…

Search your heart and home it’s not hard ~
There is no love without our God.

Enter, for the kingdom is nigh,
Reach in and ask He’ll not deny.
There are blessings awaiting you,
Hope in Him, and He’ll see you through…

Open your heart, for it is home
Remember God is on the throne ~
When despair strikes – Give it to God, 
Search your heart and home it’s not hard ~

Adell Foster©2009 Adell1



Comments: Mid Swap: Created by Jenny Buzzard from England. This is a strict structure that 
repeats the first and last line as a center couplet. A syllable count of eight per line with 
rhyme scheme as follows:

A1abb
ccdd
A4A1
eeff
ggaA4 


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No Heaven Without You

The end of my life the beginning of my death
I shall start to slowly inhale my final breath

Fast forwarding memories race through my mind
There is one in particular that I’m trying to find

Is it of the hottest night or the brightest day?
I really don’t know how could I possibly say

White capped waves to snow capped peaks
As I start to exhale I feel so tired and weak

Funny how everything has started moving so slow
As my mind races to learn what it shall never know

Suddenly everything ceases as clouds fill my eyes
For I have frozen in the memory of you and I 

Nothing but darkness here at the end of the race
As my final breath of air softly kisses your face

As I travel through the darkness I feel no fear
I’m lost in the taste from the salt of your tear

They say eternity is no more than an equation of time
Consequences of our life heaven or hell shall define 

There is one truthful fact regarding my fate
Our Lord Jesus Christ will meet me at the gate

But I won’t go in that’s something I could never do
There is no heaven for me until I walk in with you

I’ll sit down right there just outside of the gate
I’m certain for you the Lord will let me wait

I know you’ll be mad because I waited so long
Sweetheart you are the message inside of my song

And the message my song shall forever send
It could only be heaven if I have my friend






 


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Angels In Cemeteries contest

I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write”
I had been going through a personal plight,

I ventured off into a place,
Where all I saw was love and grace,

The season was the beginning of spring,
When life can be heard, and the air starts to sing,

But the place I was in was an endless row of rest,
Yet I was able to admire how well it was dressed,

Glory symbols stationed all around,
One stood tall far off the ground,

Wings wide- ranging, angelic that gleamed,
Surrounded by flowers whose colors were sheen,

Blues of the ocean, reds of the evening sky,
I reflected on greatness, as the time passed by,

I came upon a sculpture, a cherub, with a face,
A tear in his right eye, looking down at this place,

A letter to God leaned against this particular one,
It read clearly on top, “Please Lord, hold my son”

I continued on, walking down this strip,
When suddenly, I slipped and had a hard trip,

I fell by a giant weeping willow tree,
Then looked up at the fixture right in front of me,

Out of all the others, this monument was painted the best,
Its beauty surpassed all of the rest,

I marveled at his golden strands,
His skin looked like the color of sand,

Looking up from off the ground,
It looked as though he wore a crown,

His creamy gown was long and still,
My eyes felt like they had started to spill,

His mere presence seemed to fill me with humility,
My legs were limp, I felt a lack of mobility,

What was this kind, who had made him?
Then, he spoke  “You were never forsaken”

Chills overwhelmed my body quite fast,
I had no idea, I was his task,

I said, "what is your name,"
And He gently sighed,
“Your never alone, just enjoy your life’s ride”

I had been in a struggle, for quite some time,
He spoke once more, “You will be Fine”

His glimmering light calmed my inner plight,
His afterglow, made my heart know,

That sometimes in life we go through a trial,
And even when it seems like it’s lasted awhile,

God sends his messengers right on time,
He is never late, and His words are like wind chimes,

Soothing the mountains, calming the inner storms, 
Restoring us back to our proper forms,

I looked up once more, but He had disappeared,
My faith had grown deeper, and I knew God was near,

I rested a while, under that old willow tree,
I felt compelled to write what had happened to me, 
 
It was now the early part of night, I began with,
"I heard an angel speak last night and he said to write.”


By: Sabina keough
6/11/11


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Reality of the Dream

In the dream world I love to go and fly No matter what I do, I still go high During the day I go in an airplane Up in the air I go weirdly insane I dream of an orange sky floating there With purple clouds moving along somewhere In the daylight hours the sky is a blue It has clouds in quite a lovely white hue The city streets are amassed with people The dream contains so many parts feeble The fields of concrete are opened to cars Where in the evening you can’t see the stars Zombies run around looking for some blood In my dream I run avoiding the flood There are many stores on the wide sidewalks My days are made up with shopping and talks The poles in my dream are purple with eyes Nowhere I go do I ever despise There are many wires going from each pole In the daylight the sight is from the soul Dreams are cloudy and certainly unreal But the day is clear, real, and has appeal
Russell Sivey Contest: Dreaming into the Day Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico 5/14/2013


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The Ever-Present

Light is the Most Damning of Natures Creations,
It Masks Beauty Whereas Darkness Perpetuates it.

                             - The Stars They Shine,
                                             But The Night is Black -

This Space Was Destined To Be Understood By
The Ticking Minds of Sober Gentlemen.

                             - Not A Drunken Irish Boy -
                        - Ceaselessly Inspired by Its Beauty -

The Strings Cast The Vibration Through The Skin,
And the Mind Frees Itself With Anticipation

                             - I Have No Reason To Believe -
                      -  That This World Was Built Upon Love -

The Foundations Beneath Us Quake and Sway, But,
We Choose To Live Above Those Rotten Fathoms.

                             - Ignoring The Ever Present 
                                                 Corruption of Togetherness -

This Earth Spins on Its Broken Axis, Onto a Stage of
Perpetuating Loneliness...

....I Wish I Was Just Visiting,
                        But This is My Home...


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Peer Pressure of the Worst

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

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

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

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

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

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









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


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Truth of Luck

"THE whole truth and nothing but the truth"


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


written by
Cecil Hickman

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


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A letter from Satan

I have come to bring pain, fear and strife 
To consume you with worry and not enjoy your life 

Fill you with past regrets and mistakes 
so that i will win the battle and make sure your heart breaks 

I want to ensure you suffer constantly 
not trusting the one above, the one who made me

Your life will be filled with constant sorrow 
so that i don't have to worry about you living tomorrow 

The hate and the fury I make you feel 
Its just a joke, its for fun
It isn't real 

I want you to be heavy burdened 
and allow the plans God has to be deserted 

You have to understand I don't care about you 
All I want is your soul and make you feel blue 

So take this letter and understand why 
my plans for you are not high 

Cling to me and I will give you everything you wanted 
But dont complain when your disappointed


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I Will Rage against the Dying of the Light

I will NOT "go gentle into that good night"
I will "rage, rage against the dying of the light"

For life was not meant to end in death
Our breath of life was heaven sent

But this is our morbid destiny
For Eve picked the apple from the tree

And plunged us into a world of sin
Where evil is birthed from within

And now death is part of life’s game
Because we filled our hearts with shame

But….I will NOT lie down and simply die
I will fight with every ounce… I’ll try

To cheat death and give him the slip
Before he plants his kiss on my lip

I will "rage, rage against the dying of the light"
I will NOT "go gentle into that good night"

I will blaze and burn in a brilliant flame
I will leave behind poems to my name

I will speak with eloquence, oh so fine
Before I become oblivious to time

I will NOT "go gentle into that good night"
I will "rage, rage against the dying of the light"

I will hold your hand one last time
And smile sweetly, a smile sublime

I will tell you to live and not to mourn
To drink in life and death to scorn

To be all that you were meant to be
For in that you’ll taste eternity

But most of all before I leave
I’ll make you promise not to grieve

But to rage and rage against this death
And live, truly live till your last breath

I beg you, do not go gently into the night
You must rage against the dying of the light

Eileen Manassian Ghali

In Response to the poem by Dylan Thomas, "Do Not Go Gentle Into that Good Night." One of my favorite poems!


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My Testimony In Verse

I thought one day that I would surely die,
But that was before Jesus, heard my despairing cry.
I knew that only He would have the answer,
For that dread disease we know as cancer.

I fell down at His feet and started praying,
Knowing He would hear what I was saying.
I said dear Lord, a sinner I have been,
And something happened in my life just then.

I prayed from a broken heart that I wouldn't leave life lost,
That He would save my soul regardless of the cost.
He cleansed my heart making it white as snow,
Now ever onward in His name I'll go.

He healed my body making it good as new,
Because He had a job for me to do.
The job He gave for me to do that day,
Was to witness to the lost along life's way.

He took the tongue that I so long abused,
And gave me in its place a tongue unused.
He placed sweet peace and joy within my sinful heart,
Causing me to wish I'd known Him from the start.


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The WIDOW'S DAY

THE WIDOW'S DAY


He’d been dead for forty years
But she carried on each day
Got up at eight and dressed
Ate luncheon on a tray

No bride was kissed as well
No groom felt more complete
And one year was their gift
When Fate served them defeat

She should have followed him
But life grabbed her instead
Who is to say what’s better
The living or the dead

Each day as sun drew low
She tossed a glass of wine
Lolled on the white porch swing
And took a dip through time
His shadow found her then
She touched his rugged face
It emphasized the fact
No one would take his place

And though she craved wild nights--
Cold loneliness was cruel--
she lived her life alone
becoming no man's fool.

Victoria Anderson-Throop
12/30/12  ©


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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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Believe!

Salutations my Brethren, in the name of Jesus Christ, our Saviour!

Though weary from your travels you may be
through Gods' love there is hope for you and me

to save the world He gave His only Son
and through the Cross death lost and life has won!

So to all of you who for salvation pray
take Christ into your hearts this very day

for God so loves us all that He did give
the precious blood of Christ so we could live!

If truly in your hearts you do believe
this gift of lasting life you will recieve!

Go in peace, dear Brethren, and may the Grace of God
follow you all of your days!  In Christs' precious name, Amen.



Inspired by Brian Strands An Easter Epistle contest


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THE RUNNER AND ME

There was a little boy so blue.
Amongst the pain of life he grew.

He wondered where he'd be one day,
so, Satan helped to lead the way.

He longed to walk home in the sun,
but evil forces made him run.

The Fallen Angel's sick revenge
was to use children to avenge.

He made them bullies; very cruel.
"Persecute this child to - and - from school!"

No one to trust to teach him well,
so evil led his pride to swell.

There was a little girl as well.
Who grew up in a different hell.

She was abandoned by her Mom.
Her life was anything but calm.

She was adopted by a frigid pair,
but she longed for love and truth to share.

Nobody seemed to fit the mold,
Consumed with lies that she was told.

Satan also grabbed this chance.
She ran through life without a glance.

A player; she could not commit.
Her soul-mate had to be legit.

Now, he's my husband; I am his wife.
I finally took that chance in life.

For I was ready to forgive,
But he had never learned to live.

How ironic, that these two should meet.
I'm ready to ground; he runs in defeat. .

Now here I sit back at the start,
While my  "soul-mate's" going to break my heart.

See, he's still a runner and I'm here to stay.
Two people can't grow if one is this way.

He promised to give his soul to me,
But I am still one in this unity. 


We have since decided to compromise and things are much better. 


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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










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



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A Happiness Sermon

Doom and gloom sure aren't my middle names More like upbeat and happy for which I'm famed There ain't no damn future in promoting ill will Each morning the sun still peeks over the hill There's enough negativity in the world to go round Let's not encourage this scourge with a frown You've only one life to live then it's done Why not be remembered for promoting good fun It isn't that hard for mankind to achieve And it's never too late if we all still believe Things will be better for our kids and their kids If we just put our trust in the joy in our midst In this happiness sermon I'm trying my best Some say pshaw you'll fail in your quest I say to the nay sayers, just listen my friends We'll meet the same fate so let's laugh till the end © Jack Ellison 2012


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A blessing in my life

I usually write in couplet rhyme
Its simply what I do it's not by design
It's just the way the words seem to flow
Into my head up out of my soul
I love the ones that are full of light
See they are what brought me up out of the night
People prove they care by the things that they do
So I write this light for all of you
I write it because I wish you to know
True beauty is born with-in the soul
The soul is a thing that cherishes the light
Do you not embrace the stars through the dark of night
Well as you do know my words are true
They may twinkle bright but not as bright as you
You are angels who covered me in your prayers
Let me know I'm someone worthy of care
I hold you all in my heart just like my wife
Like her you are "a blessing in my life"


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Reflections Now Seen

                                                 Look clear into your reflection...
                                        The shadows may not be your definition...

                                             They are images of what you fear...
                                         A pleading voice you could never hear...

                                      Maybe a heart from a soul you never let in...
                            You might just have misssed what was behind your sins...

                                     A beautiful smile hidden with a lost sensation...
                                            So now look clear into your reflection....


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Baksheesh

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

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

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

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

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

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



*Baksheesh means a TIP in arabic.




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Lucid Dream Ink


A dream in tune with waking world,
meanings grasp conscious unfurled,
alive alliteration aligned,
beautifully poised and perfectly timed.

Lucid dreamer weaving webs,
create rising tide that never ebbs,
perihelion pendulum swung medallion,
riding thought speed's unbroken stallion.

All the while the rising tide grows,
does atmosphere expand does water overflow,
brain makes madness meandering call,
beckoning stars to earth they slowly fall.

Full lotus seated at Everest peak,
three eye's sight voice of mind to speak,
conducting planet's orchestral symphony,
nature moves to wave of hands rhapsody.

Awake in tune with sleeping world,
meanings grasp unconscious unfurled,
alive alliteration aligned again,
pen poised perfection safe from meaningless ink stain.





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Spilled Coffee

The coffee spilled as she went out the door
Now brown stains 'pon the carpet on the floor
It saturated her dictionary
Her poetry notebook~both necessary
A little mess that needs to be cleaned now
What would happen if today out she did bow
Entered into another worldly realm
As she so ponders being overwhelmed
Which is more important her writings dear
Or worn carpet 'pon the floor tattered severe
  

Finis'..


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Morning in the Conway House

I roll over exhausted and hit the snooze,
This early morning wake up is giving me the blues;

I crawl out of bed more tired than I got in,
Til my son gives me his good morning grin;

I’m up and at ‘em, showered and clean,
And we walk out the door at 7:15;

Off to work, too bad it’s not play,
That’s how I start off my busy, busy day!




09/15/12  Tirzah Conway


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THE SCENT OF THE SOUL

Raspberry filled donuts, freshly  brewed coffee,
In the morning these scents become me.

Shaking off the sleep, mouth of mint toothpaste,
Letting the flavors of life fill me with no moment of waste.

Subtle spritz of vanilla, cocoa butter lotion on hands,
I spray the mist into the air, where ever it lands.

The scent of the soul it is the fragrance I wear,
Like the sun burst through the clouds, I am a solar flare.

When senses fail, all but the scent that is drifting,
With the breath inhaled, a spirit is gently lifting.

Pumpkin pie, cherry cheesecake, the smell of trees,
Intoxicating is the life, scents carried by the breeze.

For contest: scent of the soul
date 10-14-2014


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Eyes of a Child

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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15 Pews

15 Pews


The backward glance the morning cast
Without regret on midnight past

And lives now strewn to what may be
Where once the stars shone bright for thee

Must gather centuries eternal dust
For only darkness, graveyards trust

The whistling wind, her tall tales told
Of demons, dragons, warnings scold

Where earthly altars blessed the few
That knew their place…….the fifteenth pew     


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Quasimodo

Quasimodo

Is tha' I gan't ta'k too good
Tha' keep me silent, not my mood

They thin' I brooding monstrosity
All thin' so, except, not she

I feel so shame when she look at me
I wish someway she see only heart of me

It sometime, seem somehow she do
Esmeralda, I play my bells for you

Her touch soft not like whip they use
When for sport they me abuse

Mob laugh to see me bleed
Quasimodo’s life is made of need

They eyes, like church, cold as stone
Poor Quasimodo feel alone

She gave me water
Gypsy lady gave me water

I deaf, ugly, half blind
Would that God were half so kind

She not see my awkward gait
She know, like me, inside, I straight

She dance like candle flames in the Rectory do
I glad to have just one eye, couldn’t stand such pretty if I had two

Her smile like melody. Like me, she wear no shoes
No pity me, but be's my friend. Like my bells do

Though I not hear, I feel them sway
My gargoyle friend speak to me someway

Inside my head I hear him say
Dear lady-inside-my-heart, that I will someday

When worthless life of me has passed
In heaven, with Angel's ears, hear you laugh

Oh Esmeralda, Until that day,
I will in shadows of the spire, love and play-

my lovely bells for only you…


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Nek minnit

I see you in the distance quite stunning are are to my eye's, I start to check you up and down I think an angel has arrived. Lovely slender legs and curvy little waist, nicely proportioned bust, amazing grace. As you slowly get closer my heart skips a beat, flicking your beautiful long brown hair so I can gaze upon your face. I quickly turn my head away, I just can't believe my eye's. That sexy attractive women I thought you were, Nek Minnit, your a guy.
Shame!!
Contest: ANY 2012 POEM any theme/any form max of 18 lines - Brian Strand
M.Mahauariki © 2012


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Path of Life

      
 
    

         
         You have set for us a path that can always run straight,
               a path of life to love to choose restore and create
  
      This path of life confirms a truly unique freedom at hand,
          sun shining bright explores the path far across the land.                                                                                      

       Impressive light that opens many eyes so they can see,
         how bright and warm the blessings are this path of life is free.

       Some people claim their rich some claim to be really poor,
           through love and inspiration this path of life holds more
     
      Enjoy each awakening day through faith in immaculate conception,
       What incredible resounding effects God's word over minds perception                                                                                       

         A life of love and goodness giving to replenish some lost soul,
          It is up to you to choose God's path for life will be more in control.
  


       

     





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Spirit and Soul and Body Oh My

How I would love to tell you this life is fair
That the burdens you carry are temporary and rare
But the truth be told that until our glorified shell
Each soul will battle heaven and hell
How I would love to tell you that your spirit always wins
That if you just feed that part you will never sin
But that would be a lie too
For the war in our minds constantly brews
And our flesh wants to act when our hearts plead for peace
Because while in our skin, it will demand false releases
But the battle gets less and less, my darling, my friend,
When you reach out and grab the one with his extended hand
And the monsters, copied vampires, slip on crooked streets
When your love rests in the eternal heart beat
What I can tell you is that all you need to do is believe
Open your world, just embrace and you will surly receive
And the cares of this life will seize to remain
Like the nights, in your window, when you watch summer rain
Just hold on and stay true for he’s coming for you
Laugh and sing while you await your new set of wings.


By: Sabina Nicole


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Spirit of Chantel Noel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God bless you Chantel.

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



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I'm Sorry Part 1

I'm sorry that I'm always sad, 
That I do things to make you mad.

I'm sorry that I've lost my hope,
I'm sorry for the ways I cope.

I'm sorry that I bring you down,
I'm sorry that I make you frown.

I swear to God that you must believe,
I love you more than you can see.

I'm sorry that my heart is dying,
I swear to you that I've been trying.

I'm sorry that I cannot see,
much future left in front of me.

I'm sorry that I'm so depressed,
I realy know that I'm a mess.

Writing this note's made me see,
Just how much hurt I've made you grieve.

I'm so disgusted with myself,
I'm so damn bad for your good health.

I know that It's hard to admit,
I've made this such a long hard trip.

I feel like I have ruined your heart,
Like I have torn you all apart.

I have a question for you dear,
And, yes, your answere I do fear.

You said that you missed her big picture,
When you saw, you changed your fixture.

For your sake, love, please look at mine,
Before your heart's put on the line.

I'm sorry that I'm so impatient,
I'm just afraid life's not worth waiting.

I really don't want you to leave,
I want for us to both believe.

I want to once again find hope,
But it will be hard on my own.

But then again if I'm too much,
I don't want to kill all your love.


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Into Eternity

If I were but a stone and you were a peach
Would you stay on your branch totally out of reach?

If I were a dandelion and you were the wind 
Would you help me spread my seeds, be my dearest friend?

If I were but a seedling struggling for life in the snow
Would you be the winter sun and shine to help me grow?

Babe when I was so stoned I was totally out of reach
You offered me your heart, the sweetness of the peach

Babe when I was an evil man spreading seeds in the wind
You saw the good in me and became my dearest friend

Babe when my soul was black as night my heart as cold as snow
You opened up my heart and soul then taught them how to grow

And now just look and you and I the couple that we are
Just a couple of happy quasars shining like a single star 

So never think in your life that I would ever go away
I will be right at your side until we reach our dying day

If I had but a single wish sweetheart that wish would be
Let us be in each other’s arms as we step into eternity


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How do you like your eggs in the morning?

Like a warm cotton bud used to give inner ears a clean
there is something comforting about routine.
Knowing where you stand and the order of play,
knowing what to expect at every point in your day.
Living to a schedule, everything has it’s time and place -
knowing the slots you have free for any plans you need to make.

Wardrobe colour-coded, in garment order.
Wallpaper with a matching border.
Appointments at ten to, five to, on the dot.
Check, double-check, the doors are locked.
Yellow ball, green ball then pot the brown.
Big box, little box, upside down.

I like to gaze into the sky and dream, of an afternoon.
Relaxing. Like the scent of a chaste tree, when in bloom.
A cold glass of lemonade, a long and foamy bath,
humming along to the radio, a love that warms the heart.
Reading the Sunday paper, and making it an event,
the delightful things the kids say, things only they could invent.

His reputation precedes him: a disruptive, class clown.
Never completes his work, he’s always mucking around.
A big-mouth, show-off with far too much to say:
He asks if I ever considered teaching him in a different way.
‘A physical learner’ - he’s heard about it on the news.
There could be something in it…but I’ve far too much to do.

Cars whiz about, people in a hurry.
“I’ve waited over an hour for my curry.”
Twenty four seven lifestyle, word abbreviation.
Text message becoming the preferred means of communication.
Everybody rushing, to keep on schedule, to maintain status quo.
Everyone a cog in the system: You’re whipped, if you don’t row.

Seamless is the transition between asleep and awake,
when you just let it happen, not worry about being late.
An unrushed project results in a rewarding prize:
taking your time meant you got it right.
So bin the itinerary, flout the rules,
just for once why don‘t you try something new?


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Why, Whom and Where

What is a poem that has no theme
Even a script on an empty screen

What is a lyric but just one word
Even one note no tune can be heard

One single chirp what bird can it be
A leaf in drift but from what tree

A petal so soft in breeze it has rode
From whence it came from it's previous abode

A man, a woman, what race did they declare
The above are all, why, whom and where









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-15.php


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My yellow slippers

Day one of her stay,
     and it was with my yellow slippers I had to part away.

She seemed to love them too,
     though they were worn she treated them like new.

A lot younger than me,
     when she smiled you could notice a missing tooth or three.

Her unkempt hair and shabby face almost gave me a fright,
     yet there was something magnetic about those eyes that shone so bright.

Giving me a sly look, hiding behind her mother's faded saree,
     I knew with her around I had a lot to worry.

Within a week she was to my mother what the moon is to the night,
     owing to which not a day went by when the two of us did not fight.

One fateful gloomy day when I came home from school,
     with the winds wailing loud and the rain clouds of the deepest grey looking so cruel.

The house looked deserted with no one in sight,
     it was only later I learnt that Meera, our maid's daughter had been hurt.

A bus ran her over while she was crossing the street,
     and no matter how much she willed she will no longer be able to stand on her feet.

My gaze now settles on the yellow slippers lying abandoned in a corner,
     as if mourning for it's limbless owner.


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I'm Sorry Part 2

I'm sorry for the ways I fight,
I'm sorry that I dim your light.

I'm sorry I'm so negative,
That I am so competative.

I'm sorry that I'm so outrageous,
I'm sorry my hurt's so contagious.

I don't want to see your heart eache,
Cuz when I do my heart it breaks.

I'm sorry that I'm not so strong,
But you inspire my hearts song.

I'm not alone cuz now I see,
Your light that's shining just for me.

I'm sorry that I'm up and down,
But, Dear, You win the patience crown.

My love for you's so strong, please see,
A fire burns for you in in me.

I know that It's hard to believe,
But God will help us, just you see.


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A Grain of Sand

A grain of sand fell from my hand It came from a mountaintop to be part of this land It was driven by water to the ocean below Then washed upon the land to be what I know It never gives up and it never complains As it’s slowly made into dirt to feed the terrains It will nourish and protect all that grow Bringing life to flourish, where none was before In Gods creation, all it asks is simply to be Why can’t I be more like thee?


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Eagles {Birds of prey}

I am the predator you watch up in the sky
Blessed by the Lord with the keenest of eyes
I nest in the canyons high up on the walls
Keeping my babies safe from it all
When my babies grow hungry and it's time to feed
I rely on my senses to provide what they need
As I take to the sky it's so clear to see
You think of freedom while looking at me
Protected from hunters I've no need to hide
As upon the currents I gracefully glide
As I circle the sky throughout the day
I scour the ground searching for prey
When prey is spotted I go into my dive
Know that speed and accuracy are how I survive
You duck and you dodge for no use at all
With you held in my talons I fly back up the wall
Back to the nest to the fruit of my seed
For you are the food my babies need
Then back to the sky where I notice under a tree
One peaceful poet is writing of me


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Awed And Amazed

I stand in awe and contemplate nature's beauty
Deep within I feel a very real sense of duty
Awe that I can marvel at a butterfly's flight
Then from my heart be able of butterflies write

I contemplate how plants can sustain survival
Especially when it is such a dry year all upheaval
Yet God the great designer knew just what to do
To assure food, beauty, life as seeds strew

I muse on little happenings in nature
As a water droplet trickles down to nurture
Small creatures of the early morn and give sup
As they can drink from the leaf as if a cup

I meditate on God's goodness at these times
In His presence I humbly bow and flows rhymes
This meditating releases stress worry in time
I can feel the touch of the Great Sublime

I understand there is a Supreme Being
When I look at his creation I am agreeing
Of his forethought on making the earth
With all its beauty, constancy and rebirth

I stand in awe at the wonder of it all
From the Grand Canyon to an ocean squall
I stand in awe at the mountain ranges capped with snow
Of God's love for those in the valley below

Contest:Chose your theme
Sponsor: Paula Swanson

*Note...Click on About This Poem 
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A New Coat Of Paint

There is that barn again
The red peeling paint shouts

Old worn gray tired it says
Memories running track

Back in the fourties when
Youth did reign rule really

When the paint was new red
Dancing and prancing here

Singing joy fiddle plays
Squares were formed to music

Kicked up her heels in time
Red paint new drew her beaus

Well now that tired worn look
Only need new coat_paint


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He Wrote a Perfect POEM

I BOW to YOU : James, The Title “ I Closed my Eyes to See, I now Dream “
Caught my eye The form Couplet : (which I’m not Good at) Touched my Heart

A bit Critique: I wonder to myself ; why YOU did not Mention
The Softness of her hair; (Curly Blond : Ebony Tresses : Flowing  “ Auburn “)

 “Azure Blue Eyes” My Lenore had Emerald Green ; Reflecting in the Forest
Where  all of Nature Could be Astounded by the Mirror Images of Themselves

“A scent so Beautifully strong “  It lures the Man’s Heart; to indulge in Forever LOVE
“ my Queen” ,  my breath , my Heartbeat: My Everything I was born For; I die for

A massage “  Her nape, shoulders the back “  Creating a Moment of Pure LOVE
“ Beauty in she Abounds, through Loved eyes my Love I see" : entwined Eternity


Inspired by James Fraser’s POEM “ I Closed my Eyes to See, I now Dream “
                 Dedicated  to James Fraser, and all that He LOVES

Author’s Note :  I Thank-YOU James, for writing the Best POEM I Have ever Read 
I am putting this as a "Natural Couplet" I'm sorry it doesn't Rhyme Please Advise
  


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A CLASSIC SUMMER IN GREECE for fantasy contest

                                A CLASSIC SUMMER IN GREECE

               Viciousness and mystery erupt on arid soil.
               Summer heat and idle time can make the spirits boil.
               Languishing in stuffy rooms with very little sleep--
               Night time flickers of the light-- imagination leaps.
                  
               Heat that beckons times long past invade a fevered head—   
               Athena pleases lovers mid her goddess silken bed,
               Grecian legs march bravely –- prelude Olympian races--
               Soldiers dream they sail away to see exotic places.

               Heat waves shimmer landscape –men will do what they are told--
               Spearborn soldiers helmeted sing down a dusty road.
               Tho in mind they join their lovers whispering by the sea,
               Drink of mountain waters --rest their head on sweetheart’s knee

               Helen, when she sailed away –a wayward selfish wife
               Without a backward glance she risked the cost of human life--
               Was it the heat that made her crazed to do this foolish thing?
               A fit of summer boredom could create this witless fling.

               Autumn winds are blowing now-- Troy’s nights turn cool and fair--
               Does Paris try to ditch her --as naked Helen combs her hair--
               Does Hector tell his brother--get this woman out of here--
               Does Helen beg to stay-- and tell her lover not to fear?

               Heat can play the brain and make it dance a backward tune--
               Clarity as sun tricks down—repeats a former June,
               Perhaps there is a lesson learned from heat that sears the soul--
               Summertime romance will write us each a tragic role.

Victoria Anderson Throop ©
1/11/13


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Divisions Of A Philosophical Mind

Infant mind preferred scientist the best Whose brain worked off beat beneath a bird’s nest. Alas! Time told that I wasn’t at all gifted by god, So it was inconceivable to befriend sin, log and mod! Then was the school life, amazed with pilots and aero science, Flying free with strong wings was definitely nice! Someone told that people with hi-eyepower were not allowed The excuse was enough to drop the dream of being pilot-renowned. So I participated in school dramas with a secret fervor of acting, I was tired of seeing more and more talent; and decided of quitting. Music then became a part of my life; I started listening to all kinds I failed a school audition, so further working on it would be a sacrifice. So I began to grow tired of this endless game; grew tired of being tired And went on and on, writing this poem without fear of being fired! Because I had learnt my lesson too early, yet failed to see I had not There would certainly be better; hope was still to be the best shot.


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Where I am

We played in sandcastles made from falling mistakes...
The water washed away all my sins it could take...
Precious tears that dried before the pain went away...
Now only floating among what never really fades...
Paper clipped to my soul like a reminder that makes an imprint...
I close my eyes to a darkness that was only a hint...
And drift away down a stream to land where I belong...
And scribe tales of love and loss in my own song...


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Depersonalization

Inside four walls I currently reside
Within this house I continue to hide

Hurt lurks beyond these bounds
Crumbs of ash in piles and mounds

A cold fire burns deep
This amber glow will keep

Fearless as I may be
This outside world I can not see

For pain has been my enemy
The outside reminds me of the memory

For many nights I toss and turn where I lay
This memory hurts in a transparent way

Sunshine is but a remembrance of youth
I hide away like a midnight sleuth

Dimmer and dimmer is this light
It only gets brighter during the night

Where one can think without sound
And think what is really all around

Out of this world I feel
Is everything I touch real?

I see but am still blind
I am out of body, but still in mind


 




 


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Angels Tears {Resubmit}

I once opened up my heart as I looked to the sky
Then the clouds opened up and they started to cry

I had not thought about this until that very day
The rain is angel’s tears that wash the dirt of life away

What that leaves behind don’t you know its true?
Is a world that is left fresh, clean and new

I am sharing this with you because I wish you to know
Every time I think of you it does the same thing to my soul

You have a way of changing me with no more than a thought
This is how you who taught me the dearest things in life can't be bought

When I started this poem I had no idea where it would go
I only knew I had to express the feelings you give to my soul

I don't think that it’s true meaning will ever be understood
For it could never do you justice no words ever could

The only thing that I can pray this poem could ever do
Is to let an angel know that sweetheart I love you


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Brewing Darkness

Beguiling placidity of luring hiss
Upon the oblivion of a venomous kiss

Like the grasping toxin of a viper’s sting
Amidst a violet lullaby the night-sky would sing,

Sable sky, O reflection of debility
Clutching the soul into peaceful futility

With your visage so pallid, and O so white
 Shining above clouds ashen as the night,

Brewing darkness, dwelling with might
Tearing the sun as your opaqueness ignites

Approaching you emerge with eternal power
All orbs fade as dreams devour…


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Life, Love: Paradoxically

laughing i can barely see through my tears 
laughing i can barely see how i've been torn 

joyously enjoying life i never want to leave here
joyously enjoying life not longer torment do i have to hear

with this hand in mine i can finally tie the knot 
with this hand in mine i feel no longer like naught

wanting to gain her affection i offer her this rose 
wanting to gain her affection from my seat i rose


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MAXIMUS

    

    There is a spirit that watches over you
    In the daylight hours, and nightime too.

    You may not think that they are there
     But there is a way to make you aware.

     I learned the name of my angel a long time ago
     Because I was interested and I wanted to know.

     His name is "Maximus" and is with me here
     To learn of his presence once made me fear.

     Because what you do is watched all the day
     The angel keeps tabs, God finds out that way.

     I guess you think I'm being naive
     Trust your faith, if you believe.

     If you want to know your angel's name
     There is a way to find out which is no game.

     Say a prayer for three days in a row
     And after each time ask him to reveal his name to you.

     If you believe in him he will tell you true
     If not, he may be silent to you.

     I know of others who have tried this I can say
     Some, have learned the names of their angels this way.

     When you pray for their name do not think it absurd
     Some, I know, will hear that singular word.

     It won't come as a shout from heaven on high
     But rather as a whisper, when your angel is nigh.

     These spiritual beings are here for us all
     Sometimes they wait just to here us call.

     And when you do wouldn't if be grand
     If you knew the spirit's name...who behind you stands!

     Try it and see if you think I'm fooling around
     Be honest with yourself with both feet on the ground.

     As someday that spiritual angel you will greet
     Wouldn't it be nice to be on a "first name" basis when you meet?

     And if you try but do not hear their name
     Keep on trying because your conviction was lame.

     I know many will think I'm crazy with this
     But knowing my angel's name has brought comfort and bliss.

     So try it yourself and see if in kind
     If your angel will speak to you...they really don't mind.

     Because then a dialogue with them you can share,
     Even if they never speak again,  you'll know...they're there.


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Here Forever

Tonight, there is no question
Of how strong our love is
Honest, loyal, and true
Your compassion is far greater than his

You should never be worried
Or have any doubts
For, you my love,
I cannot live without

I love you and need you
And I've made my mistakes
Just know that, to see you,
I'll do whatever it takes

I don't see him that way
And you mean the world to me
Just let me show you
And you will see

That when I tell you these things
I'm not cheating or lying
And though I make mistakes
Please know that I'm trying

And, in case you haevn't noticed,
I'm here for good
To love you and treat you
Just like I should


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Hiding in the Flow

Ask me not for which I write
I simply wish to share my plight

Searching for answers, one little clue
I don’t understand the things that I do

I reckon I lost it somewhere in a tear
Shed over someone that I hold dear

But how can I find it, where did it go?
I think its hiding somewhere in the flow

The flow seems as natural as it can be
My own special way of dealing with me

The thing about writing is that I love to learn
Somewhere along the way we all get our turn

Our turn is crucial and there’s no going back
I swear, I could get lost on a small oval track

I reckon that’s the thing I love about our site
I shall never get lost, not as long as I write

To me writing is not just joy it is also a key
That opens the door and then sets my soul free


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Like No Other

Before the future and after the past
We have found each other’s souls at last

In the beat of a heart I was able to see
The rest of my life belonged to thee

When our eyes met it wasn’t a glance
Locked together in a forbidden trance 

For we had each given up on love
And being forgiven by Lord above

We were forever lost and on the run
Burying our pain by having our fun

Children scattered from here to there
As we stayed so high we didn’t care

We each knew when you come down
You lose your mask and face the clown

And that was something we couldn’t do
Until the day you met me and I met you

Unplugging the phone we locked the doors
I told you my sins and you told me yours

The people in our life just couldn’t believe
We found in each other the strength to leave

To change our fate was quite the chore
But there was noting we each wanted more

My children love you and yours love me
Because we have melted into one family

I wrote this poem because I want you to know
You beat with my heart and live in my soul

You have always been way more than my lover
You’re the friend I found who is like no other


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I'm So Ready

Through the shadows and valleys I have traveled
There were times my life seemed to come unraveled

Now some pieces of my past I've put behind me
No longer satisfied to live resignedly

I have realized my worth and know my heart
So I'm waiting for this new chapter to start

With a rush of wisdom coming from within
I can feel that something big will soon begin

Been prepared for this and it's long overdue
Filled with hope and I know I've thought it through

So just bring it on and give me all you got!
Here's the life and love that I have so long sought


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The Reckoning

THE RECKONING

beyond the reach of human gaze
and past the portal, no light strays

a darkness lurks as yet unseen
where spirits gather, boast and preen

await the night the sea will fly
and drown our thoughts that fill the sky

when day returns a trembling sound
heard naught by life where none is found

another waits on planets far
where once was but a twinkling star

and points our way beyond their moon
and asks if life became Earth's doom


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He's Looking

At first he is struck by her beauty and grace;
But then he is puzzled by the look on her face.
The look that she has says just go away;
Don't bother me now it's not a good day.
  As the look that he sees slowly slips by;
  He thinks he can see her in his minds eye.
  She seems held down by rules that boggle her brain;
  Trapped in a web known as anger and pain.
A beautiful creature locked in a cage;
She stands alone up on a stage.
She touches his heart he wants to reach out;
But too many improprieties hang all about.
  For him to befriend her is a hopeless desire;
  So he stands to watch as she sinks in the mire.
  He knows he can see her but he acts like he don't;
  He wishes he knew her but he knows that he wont.
He's helpless to help her no way to reach out;
Save one simple offer he wished he could shout.
Who ever you are what ever is true;
There is one who noticed, he's looking at you.


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Fleeting Time

Sweet Spring just knocked upon my door and now it’s mid-July.
I’m jealous of each passing hour since I told her good-bye.

Youth stays for just the shortest while and then it's claimed by age.
Before the last is written on, we've turned another page.

As that most precious gift of time  is grudgingly allotted,
The story of a life could end, long before it's plotted.

No man owns so many days that one day should be wasted.
No matter quality of wine if it is not tasted.

Now's the time of life when I appreciate the flavor
Of each day as it arrives, ere it is gone forever.


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Stronger

I remember all the hateful acts The times you made me cry How did you expect me to react? When you left me high and dry. In my life, I have reached a point Where I care no longer All the times you upset and abused me Has made me stronger. I would like to thank you all For all that you have done I will hold my head up high and stand tall So, do not think for a second, that you have won. I am stronger than any of you will ever know It is the reason I am the person I am today Because of this, I was able to grow And your actions paved the way.


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Birth Of A Child

A woman shattered the night, with her agonizing scream
Sacrificing her might has dawned realization of a dream.

She has given me a wonderful heir, to bear my name
And left her sweet memories, for the spirits not wane.


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Matters Of The Heart

We've come a long way
I can honestly say
As I look to the past
I never thought we'd last
But look where we are
We've come so far
We've given and we've taken
We've done things forsaken
We've laughed and we've cried
Sometimes we've even lied
I've hurt you and you've hurt me
But our love feels like it was meant to be
My heart is yours and your heart is mine
It is rare to find a love so divine
Our love is strong and it will come to grow
Forever together is a long time you know
By your side, I will always be
I love you and you love me
We'll stay together and never part
As long as our love comes from the heart


Copyright © 2002   Shari E Davis


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This Time of Year

The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me


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Mother's Wisdom

We nurture them within our bodies, birth them in a blinding pain,
suckle them on breasts so swollen, till we think we’ll go insane.

We kiss away each painful boo-boo, bandage each and every wound,
show them that in spite of roundness, peas can stay upon their spoons.

We intercept their nostril’s flowing, be it green or white as snow,
wiping gently ever hoping, for the day they’d learn to blow.

We give to them each ounce of wisdom, try to teach them everything,
suddenly, for unknown reasons, screw it up and give them wings.

We mourn a bit, those cherished moments, when on us they did depend,
days when we were super heroes, possessing wisdom without end.

We watch the journey proudly knowing, as they soar into the light,
Mother’s wisdom, though not perfect, lends the wind that gives them flight.


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Become a Poet

I know nothing of meters and such
Never was one to read poetry much

Spent most of my life in the dark
A lost soul trying to make his mark

To free myself of my own plight
Picked up a pen and started to write

No idea what I would write about
I opened my soul let it all pour out

Lost in the plight of father time
I wrote out rhyme after rhyme

Through my poems it occurred to me
I’m no longer bound my mind is free

And with-in that freedom what I found
Every beating heart has its own sound

Many years later and free of the dope
I found in the Lord a brand new hope

Straight from my heart I hope I show it
It was truly my fate to become a poet


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Marriage Bed

I am fearful and full of dread,
As I lay here on our marriage bed,

We have had yet another fight, 
And as yet it is our end of night.

He says he wants to show me he only cares,
But it is not love I feel as I lay there.

I say "No I am to sore and in pain."
He moves forward anyways as my tears fall down like rain.

I beg and plead and say "Please no more"
But that is not what for me he has in store.

I give up as my claims fall on deaf ears,
I just lay there in my  pool of tears.

I know he knows what he is doing,
That this is not my choosing.

What once was an expression and an act of our love making,
Has now become something that he thinks is his right in just taking.

The days that I used to crave and hunger for his touch,
Have now turned to an act I must endure as such.

Even though he knows this is wrong and our fight has really has no end,
He believes that in this and this alone our love will transcend.

As he is holding me there on that bed,
Another world is where I go in my head.

He is my husband and I am his wife,
I can't believe this has become our life!

I lay there numb of spirit and mind,
Waiting and waiting for the end of time.

I think of all the ways that I can make him pay,
But in the end as usual I stay!!!

This is not the life I bargained for,
There in this life has to be more.

Why with this one man is it hard for me to walk away?
With any other man I would not stay!

Now the time has come that I can take no more,
Though the time has not come to settle the score.

He begs and pleads for me to stay,
He can't bare for our love to go away!

I still love him and I know that is sick,
But we cannot help who our hearts pick!

I can however leave him alone,
I  won't write nor will I phone.

His days of cruel treatment and torture so vile,
Are long over, there will be no trial!

I have become judge, jury and executioner in this relationship!
You can bet there will no second trips!

Time to move on and to heal,
I cannot and will not give him an appeal.

A new life is what I am forever bound,
A new love is what I found.

He does not get all of me,
For now he is fine to let me be.

Will I ever be able to love again with all my heart?
Who knows, but now is the time to start.


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The Black Sheep

Pushed aside, location of home obscured, limited by isolation:
drifting aimlessly - subscribing to a voluntary incarceration.

Outcast by an alternative perspective, a differing sense of direction,
through a desire to develop resolutions to numerable imperfections.

Others recede into bad habits - shirking from every challenge,
placing emphasis on ignoring responsibilities; yet expecting a life that’s lavish.

So it’s hardly surprising when their dreams fall by the wayside,
having taken the easy road too often, they’re fighting against a landslide
to recuperate what was lost, or rather thrown away by being lax and care-free,
they’ve imposed upon themselves a limit, as to what they can achieve.

Armed with the powerful weapon of fore-sight, I clawed myself out of the rut,
but it’s little consolation for having to watch my friends get stuck.
Trying to avoid a patronising tone, I conceal myself into anonymity -
uninspired by foolish games, approaching every overture with timidity.

Wanting to tell them to change, to realise their mistakes,
but sometimes things are hardest to see when they stare you in the face.
It’s their life to live, and do so how they wish -
I just pray they realise: there’s more to it then “getting pissed”.


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My Honesty

Do you ever think of tomorrow and wish you had a glance?
Tell me if you had a crystal ball would you take a chance?

Do you ever think of yesterday, a song you used to sing?
Embracing all the memories, joy and pain they would bring

In the space of your today, up underneath your skin
Do you find a certain comfort the one that’s born with-in?

There was a time in my life I really couldn’t stand myself
I was so confused as to what a man should hold as wealth

Every life has a turning point as it teeters to and fro
And sometimes it is very hard to know which way to go

There is no way to excuse the choices that I have made
And I’m the one who is to blame for prices I have paid

There is nobody else to blame for the things I’ve done
It was of my free will I chose, not to follow the chosen one

I rode with demons as they laughed and watched the angels cry
Never even once second-guessing or asking myself why

And I used to be a liar I would lie all the time
Was no end to the excuses come out of these lips of mine

But that was many years ago I’m not that man today
You see I found the Lord and got down on my knees to pray

I said, Lord as you know I’ve wasted every bit of my youth
Today what I’m asking of you Lord, please grant me the gift of truth

I figured truth and honesty would be a good place to start
To try and better understand how the bless the human heart

I quickly learned a lesson, a lesson of untold wealth
The trick to being honest is being honest with yourself

For if your honest with yourself to another you can’t lie
And if you just confess everything you have no reason why

My methods may not always appease but know these words are true
Honesty is the motivating factor behind everything I do

And everybody knows it they don’t even question why
They know I would have lied about myself if I were going to lie

And the reason that I know this I’m very proud to say
Is by the comments left to me just the other day


I just wanted thank everyone for their supportive 
comments the other day. You have became such
an important part of my day I would be lost with
out you guys, God bless, MJ


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If Your Girl Only Knew

I was the girl next door
five five, nice shape
and the perfect hips
that got you licking your lips
you know hot to control yourself
and approach me like a man should, but
If Your Girl Only Knew

We became best of friends
but yet feelings grew
upon us both
now you in this situation
where you have to choose
Is it going to be her or me?
If Your Girl Only Knew

She comes around
and you show her love
she doesn’t know 
you’re in love with another woman

As you see me walk by 
your eyes follow until I’m out of sight
now your girl put her hand upon your face
and ask you why you look the other way
now you’re lost for words
If Your Girl Only Knew

Only if she knew
your man is in love with me
Only if she knew
you are on the phone with me 
for hours when you tell her you are asleep
Only if she knew
late nights you creeps with me
Only if she knew
that you’re trying to be with me
but you don’t know how to tell her
because you love me
Only if she knew
you will break her heart soon
and the sooner you’ll be mines

If Your Girl Only Knew


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My Best Bud Joe

I sit and think what could have been	
a life with Joey, my best friend.

The many things we could have shared,
The special way he showed he cared.

At age fourteen he stood six foot five
Was big and strong and so alive.

Why wasn’t I there that fateful day
To try and save his life some way?

I had no way to say goodbye,
Why did he go, why did he die?

At first I blamed my God for this,
For taking him, the life he’ll miss.

But since I’ve come to understand, 
It wasn’t God but the fault of man.

The careless company that took him away,
Should be made to suffer, made to pay.

I’m still so mad it hurts inside,
I miss him so, I feel deprived!

It’s so unfair he died so young
Not knowing what he could become.

Now he’s gone and I’ll never know
How life could be with my “Best Bud Joe”.

  


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EATING OUT

EATING    OUT

Seated uneasily at the edge tables,  café males alone, silent  -
Focused on eating, heads moving, looking around to defend,
Guarding their plates against enemies and, finished, quickly  leaving.
Am I feeling  different from these?  Or not really believing?

This man, round-shouldered  predator over a fresh kill,
Shoveling in untidy dangling heaps on a fork, devours his fill,
Bare arms laid either side of plate, his shaggy hair a lion-mane.
Salty meaty-stuff in great hunks : it’s feeding time at the zoo again.

Elbows-off-table, not for manners, but for speed,
That man’s cutting with edge of fork and filling his need,
Stabbing  the meat like it was alive and needed subduing,
Levering huge pieces into his mouth and rapidly chewing. 

In rapid action their jaw muscles ripple :
It’s a job of work to be completed as quickly as possible.
The chewing muscles in sync with moving ears :
Must  finish it all off -  before any enemy appears. 

Café-females are nested in the central tables  -  to chat, to think.
In table-groups of two or three, discussing the food and drink , 
Sweet cakes’  crumbs carefully swept with back of finger,
They eat only incidentally, no purpose for them, they linger - 

It is a process, not a product, an experience, an exchange of souls.
Select one from a plate of small sweet  rolls,
With small bites  chewed slowly, elegantly, with thought,
Sitting up straight the way mother taught.  

Hands occasionally touching for spoken emphasis in speech,
Unhurried, they pause over coffee and talk intently each to each.
Heads move neither up nor down nor away to the side. 
Over each other’s faces, appraising, their eyes roam wide.

I assess these people closely, and rub my chin-stubble in thought:
With the eyes of a poet I mentally note their features as I ought.
Drink up my coffee quick, and move to the counter for more meat pies 
Before any enemy arrives.


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Suicide

From a beam he dangled as the rope choked out his breath
So very soon to end his life as he does the dance of death.
     The grandma sees her grandson and has to take him down
     She lays him on the carpet that is colored brown.

High up on a structure eyes are starring down
Will blackout over come him before he hits the ground;
  The morbid and the curious have finally gone away
  There’s only those who clean the mess, it's just another day.

Dinner on the table with plate and fork and knife
The only thing that's swallowed is a pill to end her life.
  Who said that it is painless have they looked around the room
  The pain does carry on and on far beyond the doom.

With a knife the cut was made now blood spills on the floor
Soon the shadows of the dark will come in through the door.
    Who said there are no victims; reactions carry on;
    This tragedy repeats it’s self; through days that take too long 
    .
With rocks put in her pockets in water not so high
She sucks the water to her lungs that's how she chose to die.
    The husband of Virginia Wolf, now he knows too well
    His days are filled with misery and his life's a living hell.

Desperate to escape he points the pistol to his head
The triggers pulled, a roar goes off; and just like that he's dead.
      When she opened up the door she saw the pieces of his brain
      The blood in puddles on the floor; was like water from the drain.

Blood is on her shirt; where she held him for too long
But it's simply far too late the life in him is gone.
    Who says that it is painless have they looked around the room
     I know the pain does carry on and on far beyond the doom.

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In-Laws

Full circle, karma comes around 360 degrees. 
 When this happens, they'll be brought to their knees.

They have to answer for all they have done.
 Stealing everything from her and her sons.

Always preaching, with such righteous indignation.
 All their false modesty and sense of elation.

At this moment, they may be on cloud nine, 
 But as the Lord sayeth, "Vengeance is Mine!"


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I Stand Alone

What you see is a hollow shell,
Inside I stand alone in my private hell.

My pain is something I try to hide,
It is kept locked deep inside.

No one to talk to about my morbid thought,
Nor anyone to care nor anyone that can be sought.

On my face you will see a smile,
But inside I have been hurting all the while.

I have sisters who I love dearly,
But lines between us have been drawn clearly.

I have friends, a very a select few,
But they have their own problems they are going through.

I hate to be an obligation.
What I would give not to have that sensation.

I want to be asked about in genuine concern,
Not because you see me as problem to discern.

I know these issues are mine and mine alone,
However it would be nice for someone to just phone.

To ask how I am really feeling,
And not take the crap that I have  been speeling!

I want someone just once to say
That they thought of me today.

That they want to know what way went by,
That caused me to lose the twinkle in my eye.

I ask about everyone because I truly care, 
But feel like I am not really all there.

Is it too much to ask
For someone to forget about the past?

I know that most of this is my own making,
But it is still real, there is no faking.

One day I hope to have that sparkle back.
But 'til then I remain still at the end of the pack.

Still a hollow shell,
Still alone in my own private hell.


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God's Concrete Poetry/Art

Man is an excellent work of God---
His visual poetry or art, out of mud.

Being one of God’s many creations;
Man must not forget his obligations.

Thou, man know God’s everywhere;
And yet, he does not bother to care.

Either man lives by God’s command,
Or, he will not live in a promise land.  

Man must take this into consideration,
If indeed his heart craves for salvation.


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Bravada

bare up to listen if you dare
to words of poets spoken so rare

within these words chosen with care
timeless messages encoded there

our hearts to the depths of love untold
with in words secrets attempt to unfold

fragility of hearts made of glass
often broken by unnoticed pass

our pride in country, family and God
rarely is seen the road we trod

giving life , health and limbs for strangers
all the time knowing the dangers

words that rang out within our hearts
words from poets and prayers impart

what once was living; resurected by art
the plain, the shy, the cowardly depart

leaving the brave, the hero's, the ledgends of heart
to fight, to wittness the cruelty of Satans art

and of life there are many themes
each and every one pretaining to thee

for there is nothing new under the sun
for every battle there is a victory won

to be a hero or a martyr
some they know not

but for the principle 
the reason they fought

it mattered not the reward they got
but what was right, was right and life mattered not

weather battlefield or police shootout
they fought

over a little piece of land
their parents bought

poets know justice is from the heart
and pens telling the story is our part

when justice is justice
and laws are unjust

the feelings poets commandeer
and rush


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Centripetal

The crimson moon bawls on his flight
Doleful to be condemned to night

His samba partner teems with life
Yet he hangs listless filled with strife

Whilst craters pock his dusty face
Her smooth profile glows soft with grace

Waves splash coyly along her skin
As parching drought afflicts the twin

Halo membranes caress her soul
While he claims little to extol

He’s locked away from that embrace
Like a buckle upon her waist

Sequestered on his lofty perch
He ponders how to end his lurch

He tries to shake his mantle free
So he can float with meek debris

Just as he starts to drift away
He hears whispers begin to play

Prayers hailing romance twist his ear
Until he melts away from fear

Maybe those folks below can see
Just how lonely the moon can be

Words purify to help him heal
His love for her shall make him real


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Android

I can’t remember everything, I can’t recall my birth
Aimlessly I wonder what my goal is here on earth
The prospects here are wide and vast, I seek my very cause
I’m switched on at the crack of dawn and dusk is when I pause
Deflated and depleted, I ponder then I do
Believe what I was programmed to, replaced by versions new
Existing just for mere research, experiment I am
My life “To let”, “for sale”, “for rent”; in shambles or a sham
Emotions first uploaded or rebooted and erased
Remote controlled with batteries recharged at every phase
Mirrored in an image, then observed through looking glass
My Father and Creator notes down everything that’s passed
Today I conquered obstacles according to the plan
One virus might turn bad to worst within outdated brand
If circuits fry a terminating prospect is abrupt
A live or die for me could mean abort or self-destruct
When all the data’s gathered and my purpose here is lost
The switch will flip, I’ll power down, repaired at extra cost
Core of bone covered with flesh, diverting all suspicion
That I was cloned and molded to a Master’s rendition


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The Addict

They live in a war zone, battling, absent of pause,
While seeking from within some exonerating cause;
Their existence is no more than one breath on a string,
They squint at the carnage, their war's sure to bring.

Having no distant future for the moment they exist,
All because of some substance free wills can't resist.
While their string continues their brains do so fry,
It has made drugs our problem a fact we can't deny.


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It's better now

Sometimes, life isn't always how
It looks at first. It's all better now.
I felt so overwhelmed by the world's demands,
But I feel better knowing she understands.
I no longer have to regret the things I've said.
I know now that I can move on instead.
I felt as if I was without that thing I could never find.
Now I'm back in my body and back in my mind.
I found that moment where my world was bright.
I found that the sky's still blue and my world's alright.
Loves are loves, traitors are traitors, but family is always there.
Now I can look nearer for someone to care. 
I hope that everyone can be like me and find shelter from the rain.
Love, family, friends, help, anything to help fight against your pain.


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Second Chance

When death came, I declared that I could not leave soon
For I had not seen the summer flowers in bloom

Starting them from just a seed back when there was still snow.. white
As they began maturing, I could tell each one on sight

Just large enough to be transplanted that spring day
The blooms were visible in thought only, in May

The angel came in early morn to take me by the hand
I bid him let me stay because my life was just sand

Now I have a new responsibility here
Down where the flowers bloom and to me are so dear

Life is not just about the house, washing the dishes clean
It's about love, our fellowman;  only a few I've seen

Thank you death angel for letting me stay that day
I'll give this life that I've got left the best day's pay


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Literary Viagra

Simply ran out of reason and rhyme,
not even words worth a dime.
  
Got nothing to say, the mind is empty,
damn muses have deserted me.

Cracked my brain searching for ideas,
found nothing there but paranoia.

Lost confidence to shape and create,
completely busted and feeling beat.

Unable to throw even a few punches,
barely surviving now on crutches.

Cannot count on them muses no more,
might as well run to the nearest whore

for some extra push and inspiration
to awaken this dormant imagination.

My world-class confidence is all gone,
I’m out of here, I’m completely done.

Literary Viagra I badly need to quench
this temporary artistic impotence!


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LONG HAIR MUSIC

His freak flag is still out there flying; He never has put it down;
Hope for peace and power to the people; will stay with him; as long as He’s around.

People make remarks about it; and act like they don’t care;
 But he bets some wish it was; those days of flowers and flowing hair.

Everybody’s joining up; with the popular opinions;
And persecuting those who chose; not to live in there dominion.

Is this the new reality; if you wear it you can own it;
Or is reality only that which is; convenient for the moment?

Today He pulled his music out; and played some old time tunes;
Savoy Brown, Electric Flag and the dark side of the moon.

Now here we are with newer days; and we still can’t ban the bomb;
How long before the words “we trust in God” from money will be gone?

Oh yeah He trusts; He trust that Standard oil still pays no taxes;
And when put to the forefront most of us; will claim that all’s well when they ask us.

Then again somebody could wind up dead; stranger things have happened you know.
John's dead so is Bobby, Martin too; and all the witness at the grassy knoll.

Need attention, hell yes; He’s looking for anyone who really is paying attention;
And not too busy living out life’s negative contentions.

Black power, women rule, east side, west side; but we the people; grow pale
  We’re living in a type of matrix telling us not to pass go but go straight to jail.

Oh your pardon, you’ve never been behind bars; bars don’t make the prison you see;
If you take a closer look; you might notice your choices really aren’t that free
.
Tell him the answer to this; why are we always making people do things our way;
Does this country really try to liberate; or just make a junior U.S.A.?

I’ll tell you what he thinks; we’re to busy trying to survive to bother with injustices;
He thinks that’s how the bureaucrats want it; and he supposes that’s just how it is.

What are you going to do cry; that don’t help; Get violent, that’s not a good deal;
There isn’t anything to do as far as he can see; so give it a break just keep it real.

We the people aren’t happening anymore; that just isn’t nice thing to face now is it?
Who knows, move to Canada maybe; as far as him hoping though; that He’ll never quit


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Piece Me Together

Silence and deaf ears.
Sad times and many tears.
Friends and family so relieving.
Eyes and hearts in me believing.
Times of trial hard to recover.
No time or love from another.
Welcoming arms and open hearts.
Help and comfort and a new start.
Take these things and piece me together.
Take away the bad things and I'll feel better.
Haven't you needed this yourself?
Will you add to it or will you help?
  Hold me close and never leave.
  Keep the puzzle together and you'll be an important piece.


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Mozart

   Music is life and life is the muse
she leads us shows us how to fuse
happiness in every realm
just put music at the helm

  throw aside those traps and reins
come with me and ease your pains
you think too much come  have some fun
hold out your arms,let music come

  you can't hold her ,force her ,mold her
you can't ever even scold her
she is with you or she's not
you have no choice
it's just your lot.

  so give it up and let it lie
come with me and touch the sky
and when we touch back on the ground
the staff will fill
we'll write it down.


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Beautiful Day

Adoration grows tenfold, sublime serenity convenes
Above the starry skies I see legends meet
Cloaked in a whisper of a mist delighting the mind’s eye
Gently gliding towards my sight I draw a deep sigh
Contemplation of wispy memories long said
Succumbing to whimsical, perhaps unheeded shred
Great beauty insistent in its plight
Grips my very haphazard sight
Alas I cry but I look anew
Surrendering to wondrous view

Conjoining eves amid midsummer’s bathed conviviality
Intensely gorgeous plateaus encounter mystical assembly
Magnificent sceneries encompass still untouched milieu
Astonishment weathered by saturating the view
Stilled backdrops sprouting splendour inspired
Awed by intimate fervour the mind remains wired
When days have dawned and dusk has drawn 
Pray hear me do not grow untimely forlorn

For the day may draw to a close but know
Another so splendid will surely grow


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The Stars

I can’t seem to find the words to properly express
My love for nature at its best

I think if I could describe one part
My favorite would be the stars

Like diamonds they sparkle and shine
Lighting the way to heaven divine

Only for one moment a cloud passes by 
You know they are there though they hide

The moon it hangs in wait all through the night
At dawn the sun brings us daylight

Again the stars go away to hide 
You know they are waiting for the night

A Universe of stars and planets too
A miraculous and romantic view


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I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER

I write poems of love, paint pictures of life;
But nothing seems real, not until you're my wife.

I love you so strongly, all my heart and my soul.
My love is forever, to show you - my goal.

I've looked for you for years dear, trying to find my soul's mate.
Made mistakes and been lonely, but it's all been worth the wait.

God finally put us together, to make our souls one;
And i'll love you forever, even after this life's done.


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Answering the Serpent's Call

The serpent called her

And as if swans carried her light airy behind
She ran through the cooling blue vines of the garden

Into a jungle that puffed magenta steam clouds 
Circumventing cawing crowds of warning green fowl

She wasn’t startled by the beast’s bright yellow face
Nor his elongated serpentine demeanor 

In fact she formed a one-woman army of souls
That would one day inhabit her entire planet 

She listened to his soft persuading elocute
And dreamed to appropriate her ghostly master

He entwined and penetrated her quiescent mind
Persuading and enticing with promised power 

She became the trained monkey of the tempter
The first of millions that would soon go after her

Like a hungry macaque she climbed the great tree
In search of her creator’s forbidden construct

Reaching the golden fruited orb with heated breath
She plucked it without hesitation or regret

Racing through a luscious sea of green and amethyst
She finds her sleeping mate beneath a giant mushroom

She awakens him with an erotic purring
Her tantalizing womanhood nude for his taste

Drunken from her enveloping draining pleasure
He accepts her offer of golden fruited prize
  
As they greedily dinned the garden slowly died
And the master revoked their immortality

Clothed with wilting turquoise leaves to cover new guilt
They fled their luscious home for the valley of death

Never to return


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Brought To Awe

When the sun hits the bellies of the humble clouds at dusk
I'm amazed, I'm entranced, I am but a speck of dust.
When the gulf eats the sun in a nibble and a bite
all my senses stand up tall to applaud the gift of sight
When the mountains cradle shadows 'gainst the pink of sunlit trees
you will find me deep in prayer toward the one with wise decrees
And when I'm standing next to you with our two hands intertwined
I am brilliantly alive with the knowledge you are mine...


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Planted with Love

My sweetest of flowers, they blossom and grow
From God’s miracle garden, from seeds we did sow
Hair of yellow, like daisies, and cheeks filled with sun
My sweetest of flowers; yet still very young

Each is an individual, though equally special, as well
In our garden of life and love, forever they’ll dwell
They are daughters of the earth, our love to receive
My sweetest of flowers, from love were conceived


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In A TIme

In a world filled with lust and sin,
People knock, but can't get in.

There is no right, and there's no wrong.
There's no perserverance to carry on.

There's no happiness, and there is no sorrow.
Folks look forward, but not to tomorrow.

Uncertaincy grips you as you proceed with caution.
Victories are won, but not very often.

Now is the time of broken hearts,
When folks move on, and don't get very far.

Where you want to hope, you dare to dream,
And everything in life is more than it seems.

A time in life of missed opportunities and lost chances.
Where people no longer believe in "love," or "romances."

The world once known has come to an end,
And a 'new,' less appealing one is about to begin. 


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Puzzles

Put on the red coat, put on the mask
Flash dancers wait just to finish the task
To raise up the curtain on all of these acts
I don't know for certain, I don't have the facts
But somebody told me that you were the one
to brighten the moonlight and turn up the sun
to call in the ocean when twilight enfolds
the seashore at sunset when someone beholds
that miracle moment when all thinking ceases
When lovers and losers are equal in pieces
of puzzles in Sanskrit cascading free
If you give me your hand you can take all of me
I haven't a coin nor a deed real or written
I know you aren't sure and you haven't been smitten
but yesterday morning I saw something new 
I think it was me and I know it was you
Riding a rainbow, boy what a blast
Do you think there's a chance for a love that could last?


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Be the Salt

Don't carry the dead back home
Leave them better left alone
Time will come to face those fears
Now your debts are in arrears
Grab the living by the hand
Tell them you still have a plan
Even beggarly and small
somehow rise above it all
Be the salt and not the dross
Claim the win and not the loss
Someone needs you to be strong
Fake it, make it right or wrong
"Till you really reach the place
where you learn to turn your face
to the only one who knows
how your inner garden grows.


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Love, Hate And My Fate

In my quest of life sublime
I face a mountain I must climb

There dwells up inside of me
A growing amount of hostility

My anger is growing day by day
Regardless of the prayers I pray

Like two grinding tectonic plates
One is love and the other is hate

As the plates slowly grind away
Price of hate my love must pay

Like a beautiful exotic dance
Hate is held in dark romance

Like a lone mountain flower
Love shall hold mystic power

The two sides of a single face
Only one can rule this place

Off to hell fallen angels go
Is this the fate of my soul?

Is the meaning of this rhyme?
Bound by the hands of time

For all to hear and all to see
Love and hate each dwell in me

Love and hate each have their goal
I wonder, which shall win my soul




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DISTANCE

              DISTANCE

Walking towards the light 
Leaving behind a wink of the night

Ignoring the massive things between
Exploding with all the things I've seen

Reality to dreams, it may be
Blinded by the ways of me

Without knowing my deception
Painting myself with a bad description

About me, I have no reason to lie
Some things should never be asked why?

A sickening motion due to gravity
When life decays turn into a cavity

Life will soon find a solution 
Ahead of myself like a resolution

Developing the pictures of all time
Predicting a way out of a single crime

I sit and listen to all incoming observations
While my mind is lost in its own rotation

Losing myself in a severe way
I hate the way I wake up everyday.

          
S.K.A.T. 


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This Very Day

Make a wish then live that way
Me, I don’t know what to say

Since one and one equal two
I simply do what I must do

The hardest choice I now make
I prefer my icing on top the cake

My taste is set I will never roam
In your heart, I’ve found my home

Your love is like a rush of power
A thorny rose of tender flower

I swear of this I could not joke
Be still the thorn inside the poke

Like a lake aside a mountain pass
Your eyes are pools of liquid glass

Inside those pools what I see
A hero is what you see in me

You’ve made a hero of a villain
In your arms, I’m happy Chillin’

Days to weeks, months to years
To you who comforts all my fears

I reckon that, which I wish to say
I would die for you this very day












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I Will be Happy

One day in prison I decided to pray
Since then everything has been going my way

When I learned I had Hepatitis one day
I turned it around in a positive way

I summand every drop of strength that I had
Wrote out my books explaining, “This is my bad”

My back injury forever changed my life
Since then everyday is marred with pain and strife

Returning to school was a choice that I made
Making the most out of the price that I paid

Happiness is no more than a frame of mind
Each circumstance holds some happiness to find

It’s all in the way, which you choose to believe
Life is way to short to set around and grieve

Your cup is half-empty, well mine is half-full
As I am a student this life is my school

It’s easy to be happy when all is glad
The trick is learning to find joy in the sad

I’m happy because I refuse not to be
Life is whatever we make of it, you see

Whatever this life chooses to throw my way
I will be happy at the end of the day

Because, I quite simply refuse not to be
This life is the hound dog and I am the flea 

By the, "Blood Of The Lamb," like it or not
I'm draining this life of everything its got



One thing is for certain, life will always
be full of trials and test. Happiness is born
within; therefore, these trials and test can
only alter our course they cannot define them.
Learn to make the most out of every situation
and you will have learned how to be happy!


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Equality

        

The one thing in life we all strive to be is equal in every degree,
And I think everyone should have the same rights, don’t you agree?

We can all be equal but we cannot all be the same,
There is a difference and you can’t hold other people responsible are try to point the blame.

Certain things that have happened should be buried and forgot,
Otherwise it is like a cancer that will eat at you till you rot.

We all need forgiveness in our lives and truly that is the key,
Without forgiveness none of us are free!

The next step is compassion and kindness,
Show love instead of hate, helpfulness instead of hurtfulness might be a way out of this mess!

Teach respect and honor, not bigotry and greed,
Then maybe God will water and nurture that seed.

God made each and every one of us and I don’t think this squabbling He had in mind,
So we should all bury the hatchet and live for tomorrow, for yesterday is already one day behind.


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Trust

God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.


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Beyond The Gates

Behind these gates lay quite the scene
So very surreal, yet not a dream

Beautiful headstones, manicured lawns
My God the memories this place spawns 

The winding road, first turn to the right
Back to the beginning of my plight

Stopping next to the second trail
My heart and head pound like hell

On the left eleven headstones away
Like a movie my memory starts to play

People gathered from all around
My mother knew everyone in town

At the time I was still unable to speak
My shattered psyche was far too weak

I stood there broken and full of fear
Ashamed I could shed not a single tear

Ashamed I could speak not a single word
Inside my head so many voices heard

What did those voices have too say
That’s another story for another day

Those gates now hold so many I love
Everyone I once held above

Last time I entered them I was 32
Even though those gates hold all of you

Next month I’ll go back and explain why
Tell my mother the reason I couldn’t cry

Apologize to her for being broken
Leave flowers, a poem, and my N.A. token

That way she will know without any doubt
What her little boy ended up being all about

That her little boy is not broken anymore
Overcoming adversity is what adversity is for

And one day when I’ve completed my fate
I’ll be looking for her, “Beyond the Gate”


The Shafter, California cemetery holds my mother, Grandparents, my cousin James and many
close friends. The last time I visited them was approx. 18 years ago. It’s very strange
that I received, “Beyond the Gates” as my topic, because; I’ve been planning this trip for
months now. If not for that fact I would have most likely written this poem about prison
gates. I reckon all things happen for a reason. Thank you Constance writing this poem has
given me strength to help me do what I plan to do. Go make amends to the person who gave
me life and taught me the things, which stuck with me through it all. My Grandparents
never lost hope in me and always said, "One day Mikey will remember the things we taught
him and return to the Lord." I think they will be proud of the man who comes to visit them
next month.





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Living the Dream

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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A Prayer for my Wife

                           A Prayer for my Wife


Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here 

I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say

I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you

Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas

I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more

And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations

But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife

And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead

And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.

I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand

I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again

And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’

I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace

And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me


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Robin Hood

Of all the trials and test this year
A lot of nerves, a lot of fear

By the grace of God I’m here to tell
It all ended up going very well

If life is a journey, school is a maze
A wonderful way to spend your days

So much diversity, so much culture
Feels so good to no longer be a vulture

Picking scraps up off the bone
Heart encased in a block of stone

I simply love being tender and true
Like a billowy cloud in a sky so blue

Floating on air for the world to see
Like a peacock strutting proud as can be

Yet, forever humble and forever true
Eyes no longer red they’re clear and blue

No longer living all tired and funky
I kicked the crap up out of my monkey

Kid’s gather to me like chicks to a trough
I welcome them in I never shrug them off

Which is truly as strange as strange can be
I once would have said, “Get away from me”

“Nothing in me should be considered good”
“You’re looking for a hero, I’m no Robin Hood”

Today, I’m first to school and first in my seat
With exuberance for life, which can’t be beat

With kids gathering to me looking to study
Listening in awe to their gray headed buddy

I’m forever speaking on life and all that it entails
Guiding my younger friends down happy trails

Being very careful to not criticize or judge
You can’t help someone holding a grudge 

I tell all the youngsters with a heart so true 
I traveled one hell of a road to get to you

I have a single goal before I enter my grave
I want to teach you all how to not be slaves

Don’t let fears and addictions control your life
That’s an endless road of sorrow and strife

Make your dream and grab your star
Let the world see who and what you are

Whatever you do, do it with a smile
Life is truly a gift enjoy it for awhile

It feels so strange to feel so good
We all have it in us to be Robin Hood


I dedicate this poem to all the youngsters
who come over to my house to study. You
know, I never would have dreamed that I
would be considered a good example. It's
truly amazing what the Lord can do in our
lives. The correlation I'm speaking of with
Robin Hood; is that we all have it in us to 
take from the bad and give to the good.


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Mildred Noland

I wish I had just one more day,
to say the things I wish to say.

To walk along behind your wheelchair;
How you could out run me just wasn’t fair.

Have our morning coffee; sit and chat,
once again call you an old senile bat.

Millie, I always admired your will to fight.
Talking with you made everything all right.

Funny how nature’s rules centrist and bend;
Millie you were much more than my friend.

You were the mother I so long ago lost,
you taught me how to face and pay life’s cost.

You were always there to lend me an ear;
offer advice, which I shall hold forever dear.

I will miss your voice; raspy from the smokes,
you were one of a kind who loved to tell jokes.

We found my family and we found your son;
two wonderful things, which we got done.

Millie you may have passed but this is no lie,
up inside of my heart you could never die.

The message behind all of these tears I cry;
I will see you later, I will never say goodbye.


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The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat (Endangered Species)

Arriba, Arriba as Speedy Gonzalez would say
The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat is dying away 

Baja California is where they do reside
On a little strip of land just 100 meters wide

Due to agriculture and progress it’s sad to say
All but nine-miles of their habitat was taken away

Truly nocturnal they only come out at night
Strongly territorial they’re ready to fight

Once numbering in thousands now 30 are left
How long can humanity go on being deft?

They bathe in the dust so its sad but true
In captivity they last just one day or two

When they are threatened believe what I say
Two-meters at a time they go hopping away

They mainly eat seeds, fruits, insects and such
Amazing kidneys allow them to not drink very much 

They rarely drink water because these words are true
Their kidney’s are four-times as efficient as the kidney in you

The odds they will rebound are far less then slim
San Quinton Kangaroo Rats fate is looking rather grim

Even if you don’t hold rats dear to your heart
In the overall cycle of life they play their part

Every species on earth fulfills some sort of need
The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat regulates the diversity of seeds

Plants, insects, ants, and birds need them to survive
Without the San Quinton Kangaroo Rat they cannot thrive

Arriba, Arriba as Speedy Gonzalez would say
The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat is dying away
 

Being one who spent years in San Quinton this
endangered species caught my eye. Reminded
me of the jail house mouse that would frequent
my cell. An odd sort of connection I'll admit but
rather interesting I reckon.


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Betrayal

Betrayal is a subject I know to well
A one-way ticket to a place called hell

Whatever the case when trust is lost
A piece of your soul will be the cost

Be it by a lover or a dear friend
Regardless it will lead to the end

Something as special as it can be
Tossed to the side for pure misery

Built on treachery and based on a lie
No doubt all of the blue has left the sky

As the sky turns dark and sheds its tears
Shame and guilt fill the guilty with fear

My friend turned me in; ratted me out
I was found guilty without any doubt

What happened soon as I hit the pen?
My girlfriend up let him move on in

Full of hate and driving on the yard
Hands of fate played a beautiful card

He got busted one very beautiful day
Right to my yard they sent him away

Scared to death and shaking like a leaf
He walked on the yard to my disbelief

I was due to parole the very next day
Yet off the SHU they shipped me away

One of those things you just can’t let go
Regardless of the price and cost to the soul

You know sometimes choices can be real hard
When you’re a junkie walking the prison yard 


Written for the Betrayal contest


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Life In General

My life these days just can't be beat
To be honest it's quite the treat

Blossom's blooming upon the tree
Hummingbirds feeding peacefully

Blue jays bouncing across the yard
They're just little birds playing hard 

The mountains truly seem to glow
All covered white with winters snow

I treasure life with its embrace
My soul is now a peaceful place

My mind is on quite a mission
Out to better its position

To me this life is like a dream
My love flows like a mountain stream

So crystal clear and full of life
I serve my Lord and love my wife

Write my rhymes for the world to see
Beauty of life's simplicity

I'm a man that has found his plight
By serving God and shinning bright

In general it is going well
That's in as far as I can tell



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Defining Time

We are all children held tight in the arms of time
As it passes we must learn to grow and then read the sign

Eventually time becomes master to us all
For one-day father time will be making his final call

Wrinkles come with wisdom we earn over the years
They glorify our laughter and they signify our tears

Time is the one thing that can break down the most vain
They say time has the ability to heal any pain

Time is forever it is as vast as the sky
You will never defeat time no matter how hard you try

Spend your life living and cherishing the time you have got
Because one day your time on earth will end, like it or not

These final words that I pen are the swish of my sword
Time is a living entity we all know as the Lord 


For Brian's contest


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To My Wife

Valentines is a very special day
To you my love I wish to say

Through this poem I offer thee
My heart for all eternity

My life is now a journey true
I live to simply honor you

My mission is to rise above
Symbolize the beauty of love 

To be a knight in armor bright
In defense of all that is right

Penning my soul for all to see
I cherish the soul bound to me

These words I pen are words so true
The man I am I owe to you

You delivered me from my plight
A soul lost in the dark of night

Taught me to love as well as see
The love of Christ inside of me

Antoinette your life is my quest
I vow to do my very best

To be a man who lives his life
In admiration of his wife


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What A Friend Should Be (A tribute to John Barns)

My friend John Barnes is as special as can be.
When it comes to friends God sure blessed me.

There are some things we lose, while others we win.
Some games we play lead us into sin.

I’ve have been lucky enough without any doubt.
I have a friend who always helps me out.

He drove across the state to find me on the roam.
Said, “get into the car I’m taking you home.”

He never once asked for a thing or questioned me.
I reckon that’s how a good friend should be.

We worked together off and on, our entire life.
I’m on number eight, John’s with the same wife.

John and Lisa have most certainly had their fights.
In the end they always do what is right.

Work it out, stay together, never giving up.
Realizing they already have a full cup.

They have raised all their kids, which should include me.
I reckon that’s how a parent should be.

John’s not really my dad but he is my brother.
He’s a friend to the end like no other.

A perfect example of what a friend should be.
That’s what John Barnes has always been for me.

From the start of the game to the end of the show,
John’s been the friend who has never let go.

He has stood by my side through thick and thin.
I’m very proud to be a friend to him.

Through the love of my friend I was able to see.
This is exactly what a friend should be.

You guys know that twinkle that you see in a star.
When it comes to life that’s what good friends are.


John Barn's is my best friend. Him and I met in the Oilfields outside 
of Bakersfield where he still resides. We worked together on many
different jobs together over the years operating heavy equipment. I
reckon I was about 20 years old when I first met John and Lisa, his 
wife. I haven't had 8 wives but I have 3 had wives and 5 significant 
others during the time we have all known each other. I'm very lucky,
as well as, very proud to have had them in my life. We may not be
blood but we are family. Several times in my life they have opened
their home and helped me. Never asking for a thing or questioning my
behavior. Of course, them I would never disrespect. Not even in my worst 
days. In fact, I never was a disrespectful or rude person. I just had bad
habits. I wrote this in honor of them but it is how I feel about all of my 
friends. You guys all shine in my eyes. God Bless, mj


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Sharing with My Mother

The more I try to reassure my mother,
The more she suspects...

The concerns and cares I shoulder,
I conceal and collect.

Her ears keen to the notes I offer,
My anxiety she dissects.

Taking on more as I grow older,
Less her fear affects.

Understanding her and less eager,
I share all; she accepts, connects.


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Silence not just opposite of voice

Silence not just opposite of voice
More of ear turning deaf to outside noise 
 
Close ears to outside din
And hear subtle murmur within

Listen Heart beats in rhythm and rhyme
No music composer can beat the music divine  

Listening same beats for sometime
Makes one slip in meditation anytime

One drops BODY then MIND falls 
Weightless, thoughtless Light one feels   

Slip one may in trance 
Levitation one may experience 

Eternal Bliss engulfing
As if in Heaven surfing

Longevity of blissful state, on practice depends
Veteran or amateur, sooner or later it ends

Silence ruptures, clamour overtakes whisper 
Bliss vanishes, pang emerges

One day sound fails to impact hearing sense
That is when one is laid into permanent Silence 

Silence of graveyard not just opposite of cry in maternity ward 
More of listening to death than speaking of life as trump card 

Silence not just opposite of voice
More of dropping body dead, aligning life suiting soul's choice  

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© Hitendra Mehta  
For Poetry Soup Contest 
April 2011


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TIME FOR ALL SEASONS

Time for all seasons is his plan,
roaming all of nature’s land.

Flowers bloom, their brightness fade,
Waters of life, we drink and wade.

Flowers spent, with grief we cry,
gazing upon the heavens high.

In seek of comfort, joy, and peace,
birds sing soothing, grief release.

Breath of breeze whispers love,
from the Holy one above.

Trees of shelter for mortal man,
until He holds us in his hand.

Love and peace for eternity!



For:  Brian Strand's 
        Poem of Faith Contest
        Won Honorable Mention
        July 1, 2010


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Log Cabin Sex Life

I can’t help but wonder, about the blunder, of building a one room log cabin,
Where man and wife, lived a private life, ‘til kids became real, not imagined

With no partitions, or new additions, you’d think their sex life would run ashore.
But they both knew, how to make it through, by inventing a thing called the chore.

As each kid did sprout, pa had to go out, and think up a new job for the tot.
He soon realized, that for his farm’s size, there were more tots then jobs to be got.

And the matriarch, made the remark, that inside we plum ran out of space.
So they tried to rid, their house of kids, as fast as were made in the first place.

At last the last lad, made a nice lass glad, got married and had a grand party,
But pa had ma’s hind, right on his mind; they arrived at the party, tardy.

Well all went ok, until the sad day, when the old man’s life ran out of time.
And then poor ma, lost her chutzpah, plus the cabin exceeded its prime.

So ma did call, her last son Paul, asked if he knew what she should do then,
He said oh dear, I just moved here, and that we don’t even have a den.

But son relents, and acts the gent, there is space in one nook of our room.
If you feed cows, and all the sows, cause heck ma, I’ve got a new bride groom.



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My Tears

 
Without persons there would not be a tear Of wells they spring forth of emotions clear What be purpose so personal a tear Running in river’s emotions so clear Emotions of a mother brings a tear Cuddling newborn baby very dear Neglected child, poor misfortunes not mild Borne in broken homes of chaotic wild Salute of veterans brings many tears Sitting without their legs in their wheelchairs Their sacrifices visually clear Their freedom for ours, something very dear Their salty drops of water drop in beers Taverns of lonely hearts, tokens of Cheers Tear lotions, giving emotions of dove Consciences would soon sear over without love Little bitty tears spoil the acts of clowns When final act of life’s curtain comes down Salty tears neat, when life produces treat Tear summative blessings of life be sweet May we live and learn as tear rivers burn As human faults, failures and pleasures churn Let us measure our treasures by tears lost As life measures our pleasures, counting the cost!! =============================== Destroyer ~ Poet Contest Name:any poem goes......


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I Am a Reflection of the Creator's Hand

So many things I want to say,
Knowing many who have gone astray,
So many castles build on sand,
But mines, is a solid rock, on which I stand,
So many forgotten little sheep	
They have drowned in pools too deep,
So many questions that cause demands,
But mine, rest in the fathers hands.

We can shake our hands to the sky,
Beg for answers and scream our cries
We can let bitterness come between,
Curse others, fight and scream,
But when we lay it at his feet,
The holy fire causes all troubles to become obsolete
Learn to listen and then you will understand,
That we were made to be more than just human,
We are reflections of the creator’s infinite plan.

So many give up when they fall,
But God is greater than it all,
So many children run our streets,
Because they don’t know a love that is complete
So many trials cause despair,
And many tears plead its unfair,
But when you realize this is the master’s land
And that the finally is ABSOLUTLY grand,
You turn away from what they say
And allow the FATHER to lead the way.

We can shake our hands to the sky
Beg for answers and scream our cries,
We can let bitterness come between,
Curse others, fight and scream
But when we lay it at his feet
The holy fire causes all troubles to become obsolete
Learn to listen and then you will understand
That we were made to be more than just human
We are reflections of the creator’s infinite plan

Read His word and you will understand.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: Father’s Day 2012


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My Final Bucket List

I've made my final bucket list
A wish to return such a beautiful gift

The gift to return a life for a life
For the one who supplied me, their blood sacrifice

Surgery required blood to keep me alive
Donated by a stranger so I could survive

I hope the check mark there on my donor card
Keeps a very special angel on guard

For a special someone who needs a good heart
To feel love and give their life a new start

Maybe a kidney to a child in wait
Run and play, grow up and date

I'd like someone to use my green eyes to see
How we are surrounded by God's beauty

My bucket list might happen after my death
But I'll know it's started with my last breath

If not for a stranger
My life would already be over

©Donna Jones


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Mirror Image

Lines carved on ageing face

Skin starved of youthful grace


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A Don Quixote and a Sancho Panza-w

Tough time – the economic crisis for a short period
Sometimes for the five members there’ll be few bread.

Mother would declare she'd already her share of bread
“I was soo……. hungry, I had mine” she would add.

Dad, sacrificing his life for my higher education
Worked in a rustic village and living in seclusion.

Scene changed with newly built house quite pleasing 
With my name plate "Dr. Ram Mehta, Litt.D" hanging.

Scene changed with those sacrifices in matured years
Acting Moliere in France, in U.K. visit to bards’ houses.

Attending the poetry conferences in three continents
Retired life with kids in USA and India, both democracies. 

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*Every autobiography is concerned with two characters, a Don Quixote, the Ego, and a 
Sancho Panza, the Self. 
W. H. Auden 
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First Place win in :

Contest: The view changes sponsored by Michael F. Faletico

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Contest: My Inspirational Poem by P.D.

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Contest: Winning poem by Skat-XOX


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There are many, There are a few

There are many of those with whom you can go to bed,
There are so a few with whom you’d like to wake up,
And in the morning to greet the day that’s ahead,
With a smile to ask your love if it’s already a sunup.
 
There are many of those with whom you can just live,
Drink in the morning coffee, talk and argue or debate,
But … there are just a few to whom you can believe
And in every moments of life to be always straight.
 
There are so a few with whom you’d like to dream,
To watch the stars in the darkness of the night,
To be with your loved one in the same stream,
And never think who was really wrong or right.
 
There are so a few with whom you can keep silent,
Who understands you with a semi glance or a word,
Who knows that each heard word is just brilliant
As from the mouth of your darling it was said.
 
You so easily meet and… without pain you part,
With ease on the heart, just because…, and it is sad that…
There are so many of those with whom you can go to bed,
There are so a few with whom you would like to wake up.
 
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)


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The Cleaning Lady's Short Rant

I loathe sifting the vile cat litter and scrubbing the damn tile
Now if you’ll excuse me I think I’ll shriek and shout for just awhile!!! 


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2 humans 2 hearts And 1 love

Once there was a girl with a tough personality. She was considered to be a friendly and talkative. She was extremely tough regardless of love and crashes. She had wishes and dreams but was never sure when it’s gone come true. She was hard working always to satisfy her family and be a great daughter. She was tough about love but at the same time she knew a special and incomparable person will come to her life, who will be very different than others. When and where she will meet him, she never thought about it because she believed that we shouldn’t look for love, the reason was that love comes itself. However let’s see how and where she finds that special person. 
One night after working so hard of her project she was bored.
“Oh God I am so bored let’s see if my friends are online I will talk to them but at the same time gone download a song” she got online but unfortunately non of her friends were online so she thought to herself why don’t I make a new friend she requested a random boy who she never knew before.  After a week passed and that boy accepted her request but they never got the chance to talk to each other.
“Oh this boy looks so cute but why can’t I talk to him” although she wasn’t trusting any boys but her heart would tell her that this boy seems to be a good boy. So she used to leave an offline massages for him in order to contact each other and be friends. One day they both were online so their conversation started.
Boy…Hi
Girl…Hi 
Boy… how are u and how did u added me
Girl… I’m fine thanks well I was bored last week so I randomly added u.
They started questioning each other and she asked him have you got a brother or a sister he answered I have 5 sister but no bro. She reply but I have 2 sis and no brother. The time of Salah came and she had to pray and she asked if she can leave the conversation and pray but he was surprised that she prays. After she did her prayers she asked him why were you surprised when I said its time for me to pray? He reply afghans who live in foreigner most of them are not religious. 
Weeks passed and one day she was so excited.
Girl… You know what
Boy…what
Girl… I have a new baby sister
Boy… congratulations 
They kept contacting each other even though he had exams on that time but he would still take out some time for her. At the same time he would study for exams. 

Few month later they became best friends and one day he told her that he like her but she didn’t understand what does he mean by like. She called her best friend and told her he told her that he likes her but she doesn’t know why he said this because he loves her or just a simple like. 
Hey dude … he told me he likes me but I don’t know what he means by that.
My Friend…  ha ha stupid liking is the first step of love I think he loves u.
She also liked him but she needed time to know him more. He was so innocent and respectful boy she had ever meet. They became so closer and their friendship turned to love after a passing of time. She didn’t know much about his family and background but however she loved him and thought he is a right person for her life partner. 
For every relationship to became stronger and trust worthy it needs time. Relationships are like building a house. Some relationship ends fast because it was build quick and the foundation was not strong enough but some relationships last forever the reason is that the foundation which that relationship was build was strong. The foundation of every relationship is trust, promises, honesty, truthfulness, modesty, respect and most important thing is a true love. Be the kind of person you would like to be with. Some people come into our lives, make footprints on our hearts and we are never the same. People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.    
She always wanted someone who is respectful and modest towards girls. Someone who is honest but she never saw any boy with those qualities in him, she only saw those qualities in him.  Even though she faced so much hardships, impenetrability and tests in life however she knew that when Allah tests you, it is never to destroy you, it’s to teach us something in life that we do not know. When he removes something in your possession it is only to empty your hands, for an even greater gift. She learned so much from those test and tried hard to become better Muslim. 
 Now they know each other and they love each other a lot.  She has a full trust on him more than herself. Even though they sometimes have argument for some Issues but their love is strong enough and they are a smart people to find the solutions. No matter what we face and how we act towards it but it shouldn’t affect a person’s trust and love in relationship because it’s so hard to make one and takes a second to destroy it. This was a good story. It’s sad that it takes a long time for people to understand values and life. We as people are so consumed with our own lifestyles and duties we have made for ourselves. 
I miss him more then he could ever know, I often ask Allah why did he have to go? I fell in love and he means so much to me, if he could look into my heart then he could see. I found something so special and it is for real, being without my love is so hard to deal. I'll be here waiting until I can be with you again, because not only are you the love of my life you are also my friend.
I just want to tell you,
I think of you every moment of the day.
And how much I love you,
Words could never even say....

I just want to tell you,
I love you with all my heart.
I wish for us to be together,
Never shall we be apart.


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Dearest Momma

Dearest momma,
I sure do love you and miss you.
From this helicopter, I get a gruesome view.

Some friends are wading in the mud.
Carrying one wounded keeping him out of the crud.

I hate to say it, but Vietnam's like hell.
Everywhere you look you see fragments of blown up shell.

When will this war ever end precious one?
Will I see you at home or beyond the sun?

Keep praying for these copters to stay in the air,
and to keep us here in Vietnam, safe from all the fire.

Momma darling I must close this letter.
And we'll hope and pray all our days will get better.

Your loving son,
Jimmy

Jimmy Anderson "World of War: Vietnam" contest


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Life Without Dogs

What is it about dogs that make us love them so
I suspect a life without them is not the full show

Dogs are there for us, whenever we need
Without judgment, or intent to mislead

Their lives seem so simple, no stress, or strident demands
Eating, sleeping, playing, waiting simply to obey our commands

Even when times seem most intense
Just watching a dog sleep can help make some sense

Of things that are important, and those that are not
When dogs are up and alerted, that’s when one should possibly be fraught

What do you think gives them their sometimes fitful dreams?
I’ve often wondered, what is a dog extreme?

Maybe they worry for us, and that’s what frightens them so
Or it may just be a chase that was prematurely let go

Their lives can provide perspective on what really matters
Unconditional friendship and love that doesn’t leave one in tatters 

If you’re looking for solace, some piece of mind
Look no further than a dog, a companion so inclined

Max, Woody, Huck, Bodie, Boomer and Jake
All wonderful companions through life and some heartache

I wouldn’t change a thing, grateful they were part of our being
Their memory sustains us when we’re having trouble seeing

So I suggest, a life without dogs is less than it should be
Maybe think about a faithful companion, and see what it could be


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In My Perfect World


In my perfect world let me ponder my thoughts
And tell you what should be, a world that's not fraught

To live side by side all colours and race
Before we implode and forever loose face

Protect all our children as they are our world's tomorrow
Appease their hurt and diminish their sorrows

Determine a sentence if your prepared to take life
Why should you live and leave others in strife

If the punishment declares that you live behind bars
Innocent animals are caged they never left any scars

Curtail the conglomerates who believe they are higher
Ceiling their profits and limit their acquire

Before they mine, deforest or drill
A down payment to be paid to compensate any spill

Health care to be made free for one and all
For those without Dollar why should they fall

To have to pay for a child knocked down by a car
It's a disgrace in our society that it's come this far

Schooling for all from kindergarten to graduation
Even University no pupil donation

If our country desires to prosper for it's future grow
Our working taxes should be suffice to allow it to flow

In all our cities, villages and towns
Keep our kids of the streets before they become clowns

For every population ratio, community centres to be built
By conglomerate profits that fester their guilt

Jobs to be created for many tasks to be met
Like coastal corrosion and border control to be set

There are many vast lands on our planet we call earth
So much space to be used, so deploy it for it's worth

Why can't we build pipelines bringing water to parched lands
Run by the government, creating jobs with these plans

Go down the green road using what nature creates
Wind farms and wave energy and become her soul mate

The above could all happen because we voted them in
If they don't do what they say, it's political sin

For my perfect world I have shared my thoughts
Please enjoy my words to your table I've brought


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A Castle for the Mouse

Once there was a mouse that envied the castle on the hill.
It looked way more glorious than the hovel he lived in.
Every day he dreamed of what life there could truly be.
Dreams of wondrous food, plus beautiful rooms only his mind could see.
Sights from the windows each day, would deeply stir his very soul.
There would be glorious kingly meals, only a great chef could bestow.
There would be a fancy, cozy bed in a room with beauty all around.
But venturing up the hill… that is not even remotely what he found.

All the windows were too high with nothing near to climb upon.
And clouds were always obscuring any view that might be found. 
The family was too old with no children to drop crumbs upon the ground.
The furniture was ancient wood with nowhere comfy to hide from their hound.
The spaces were damp and drafty wherein he found to make his bed.
Nothing was anything like what he always dreamed it would be, in his head.
So he finally scurried back to the cottage, that home he’d always deplored.
Strange, the little cottage seemed to shine, and wasn’t a hovel any more.
While he’d been gone it seemed they had missed… giving him his nightly desire.
And they had got together to build a little castle just for him, set by the fire.
Then each night they had left a beloved, yummy piece of popcorn, solely for his lair.
He had been a loved little pampered pet, nothing better could be found elsewhere.

The moral to this story is dreams are only dreams that may not come true.
No matter how green somewhere else seems, always give a warm comfy home it’s due. 
Remember it’s a home filled with loving hearts… and not other things… 
That will make it… The Perfect Fit for you.

Bestiary: Type of Medieval poetry


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The Library Man

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

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

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

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

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

Voice of Reason Contest


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Smiles

Today I feel a little goofy
Hair wild and is all poofy

I made oatmeal it is so sloppy
Have to drink it with my coffee

Can not walk as my feet are going flip floppy
No swimming either the water is to choppy

Ding dong no nothings wrong
My clock just went bing bong

If this poem to your face brought a smile
Or maybe you just laughed for awhile

Then please know that I am happy as well
As I am locked back up in my padded cell


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Lessons Learned

My grandson asked if back when I was young
I had ever done anything naughty or wrong
I said shut the door put on listening ears
And Ill tell you a tale of rank shivering fear
One night at midnight I sneaked from my bed
To a neigr knocker fastened a thread
Old Mrs. Murphy, ninety and living all alone
That she was a witch was really well known
I pulled the string and the knocker did bang
Then over the garden wall lithely I sprang
When the old woman limped to the door
Finding nobody there she ranted and swore
Again and again I pulled that on the thread
As over and over tears of laughter I shed

Then the moon clouded and all turned dark
A cold hand of fear icily fingered my heart
A voice rasped lowly filling me with dread 
‘I’ve got you now and soon you’ll be dead’
I was then dragged to Mrs. Murphy’s door
Feeling more terrified than ever before
The door was opened I was pushed inside
Nowhere I could run nowhere I could hide
There in the kitchen the old woman sat
Black cloak and hair, black teeth and hat
Our neighbour then sat me down on a chair
The witch held me still with malevolent stare
Pointing long sharp nailed finger I felt the spell
As she spoke of hot flames and rotting in hell

I promised to be good and meant it sincerely
I’ve been good ever since, well almost, nearly


(5th in contest,’Childhood memories’ by Crystal Wilkins)


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Ohhhh Rain : Shower again

A small romantic rain poem dedicated to hubby.
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

"Ohhhh Rain..Shower again!!!!! "  

Showering in the rain, 
Draining the pain!
Enflueraging the essence of arenicolous sand,
Feeling blessed porting on this beautiful greenary land! Trees were roaming 
under fiercing winds,
Thanks nature for benevolently so kind!
Sip of sizzling coffee With Caramalized sugar,
Cheers hubby to accompany me my gelling agar!
Wanna capture this Driplets of aromatic water nearby lake,
So that I can make an icy snowflake!
That's amazing, "but ohhhh God,  I wish my honey is here".




Wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare  


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Not Perfect but Acceptable!

My younger years - I don't know how
At six and seven folks had a cow!

The journey through the mind begins
Do not think the devil wins!

In middle school has a crash
Doing some things rather rash!

In high school had good grades
Then they dropped - almost like Hades!

Drove and walked many a mile
Just to see myself and smile!

God rescued me and set me free
From a thing called apathy!

Love God's plan - it makes me smile
To think of things that are worthwile!

I might have had to just stop college
But in experience have great knowledge!

Born to help others - don't you see?
I think it is reality!


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The Heart's Yearning

From an early age she yearned for something great
What it was she did not know, but she really couldn’t wait

For many interests she had, both large and small
Her love of animals and great friendships, she grew with them all

An insecure father who controlled all around
Was mitigated by mom until she was ground down

All added to the general confusion we experience early in life
But our values and strength of character help us with strife

That we continuously face over our time on this earth
Which produces some grit and grime that impedes our search

For that pinnacle of happiness, whatever it is
The finding for some is like taking a quiz

On subjects we don’t quite understand
With no guarantee to reach that promised of lands

Of joy, contentment, bliss, all words that describe 
Whatever we believe is that ultimate ride

Her journey is similar to many of us
It’s good times and bad that cause a great fuss

Her strengths are vision and commitment to move towards a goal
Not letting “reality”, pain, or confusion take too great a toll

Understanding that it isn’t just reaching the end
But enjoying the journey and making sure you ascend

To that place of places we all want to be
Our true heart’s yearning, I think you’ll agree

For her specifically, that is to say for my wife
She’s given me all that I wanted in life

A great family including kids, dogs, cats, horses, and then some
And encouragement to go after a calling that was right under my thumb

She’s a great friend, and remarkably so
That I want her to have that additional glow 

That comes from achieving her ultimate heart’s yearning
Making something out of nothing, using passion and life’s learning.


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The Leaves of Life

The breath of spring gives us new hope
after a long winter is our only way to cope

Fresh leaves are so green and new
bringing forth life in another hue

Flowers, the shade, the birds and bees
all busy with life as we look to the trees

Summer songs from the wind as the trees talk
just waiting for a couple to rest after a long walk

Here and there a yellow leaf shows its locks
the autumn season is just around the block

We loose a few leaves as we watch them fly
but we gain much more with fruit for a pie

When mornings start to get a little colder 
the colors in the leaves get much bolder

As Autumn leaves fall and hide our path
winter is around to corner to show it's wrath

Edward J Ebbs


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His Wonderful Healing Power

His praises are upon my lips and shall forever be

what He has done for me some will never see.

The breath of life He breathed into me

made me His for all eternity.

Life He created and placed on Earth

some have dragged in the dirt.

The raging sea which gave other the cold chill

He commanded by stating, "Peace Be Still!"

the hungry gathering multitude

He fed with five fish and loaves with loving gratitude.

At the wedding of Canaan He turned water into wine

many drank and thought it was just fine.

He walked upon a deep sea with blue water

which some may have tried thereafter.

To the blind He gave their sight

they praised His name and made things right.

Many rushed to touch His garment

for their actions He rendered unto them an achievement.

Those who were lame and unable to walk

He touched and they stood up and talked.

His words were His bond and awakened many people

today His words are heard from buildings with steeples.

His love brought everlasting life unto many

one may even call it the light of an epiphany.

His grace saved the souls of many going astray

being saved by His grace they knelt down and started to pray.

His loving touch felt like a soothing and healing balm

many upon feeling His soft hand their hearts became calm.

He stood still and commanded, "Lazarus Come Forth!"

those who were present witnessed an awesome rebirth.

On the eyes of a blind man He rubbed clay

he received his sight and praised Him all day.

He was and still is the Savior and Miracle Worker

unto many souls He is forever their Caretaker!

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© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., 8/8/09
© All Rights Reserved

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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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Deep Dreams

Our fondest dreams are those we find
submerged the deepest in our mind.

They are the oldest dreams of all
around which now has grown a wall.

My own wall has grown year by year,
and time to time I shed a tear.

Life’s wall so high - deep dreams so low -
I finally have to let them go.

 11/17/12

For Russell Sivey's Dreams Poetry Contest


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Imprisoned - Jun-jun Villanueva

IMPRISONED     (collaboration)


by~  Jun-jun Villanueva

Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles, elation in face delineate
Like nothing's wrong makes me exasperate
No one cares? No one adores? it's too late
Recurrent nightmares peeve me in sublime
Making incubuses remorse in rhyme
Bequeathing qualm, fright and fear - death like crime
Kith and kin in laughs while I'm in grave time...


by~ Poet Destroyer

Twittering chime parade of glee
Unspectacular weed flowing trough me.
Boxed in a box like a tick or flea.
No one understands- what they can't see!
Outside myself holding my breath-
Or should I say what is left?
Trapping torment with false courtesy.
Preexisted past, without certainty.
Locked in a sanctuary grave of ivory ribs,
My life in a vault- trashed crib.
Feet lashing against my skin.
Twirling the rootless valves of sin.
No one cares! No one adores!
My prison trash coffin brought ashore.


A collaboration with * Jun-jun Villanueva

My collaboration contest


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An Awesome and Active Mailperson

Walking, the mail man once carried a bag
Slowly, he now drives a jeep to mail box

Brown spots over my mail; a little moist
Like coffee stain probably from the gutter

Lazy! just sit, won’t get out the vehicle now
Months ago, he walked until women came

Hissing teeth, “Just suits me fine, he mumbles”
Recalled my dog, Ruff, chased him one day

Running, the mail scattered all over the street
Like ginkgo leaves spinning in autumn’s wind

Now I wonder, “What in earth am I to do?”
This new mailperson, different yet the same

First a lazy mailman until women appeared
Rules of the game just immediately changed

It’s no longer mailman; it was never mail woman
Now just mailperson; wow women have power!

Some women are awesome! Roses will be great
She ought to smile and bring much more mail

She may come to my door; sensational smile
Active! I bet she will get out of the vehicle

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©   Joseph Spence, Sr., February 4, 2009
©   All Rights Reserved
~~~~~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~~~~

Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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Review Deja vu

Checking for precept in déjà vu preview Abstaining from the way monkeys do Building a meaningful relationship with you Will you be a precept of Adam’s rib come into view The concept of fleshly rib is just not déjà vu No logic of flesh has ever been true for you Seeking new wine of déjà vu preview From sacred heart playing it by ear for you I will ascribe to no bribe, of Pharisee scribe No carnal works of past hobbies shall abide We shall observe that which is true.. in the sky clear and blue As heavenly particles of spiritual bliss come into view The man shall command and flesh will not withstand Brides shall abide in beauty and pride of Agape confide For as the way a human concept see, is the way it shall ever be And the logic by which it sees… shall infest of fleas For as a man thinketh so shall he ever be… In the logic of self pride, until Agape confide Dedicated to Robbie, most current Agape hobby She encouraged the adamant… Agape, grown sloppy. by John Moses Freeman


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Backyard Vacation

When normal frustrations of life seem they’ll never end
I take a walk in my back yard and take it all in

I’m lucky, a few acres, some trees, and a pond
I embrace the view but try to look beyond

To the beautiful things that I see offering a hedge
Like a tree’s reflections against a water’s edge

Bird sounds, the wind, even the occasional voice
Of a neighbor at play, always a good choice

All are just the first layer of a painting that I see in my mind
That when appreciated allow me to relax and recline

I often talk to God, knowing He always hears
My thoughts, my concerns, no matter how unclear

Even when they sound complainingly so
They need to be said so that I might grow

So when life seemingly begins to tighten or strain
Maybe a backyard vacation can help explain

That it’s all a gift, but there’s no denying
We all need a backyard of sorts to enjoy the trying


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Golden Pond

I was raised in the sticks where you never saw a cop
It was easily a two mile walk to the school bus stop

How I got to Thrillva's house was simply by hitching
We would hurry to the pond with no intention of fishing

Both emancipated and married when we hit seventeen
What a stir we made when we opted for the city scene 

Within a few years the city life had choked us out
So we moved to Alaska in a magical walkabout

Bought a hillside cabin house and had two daughters
Cherished annual vacations in Hawaii's warm waters 

We are proud grandparents now whose lives are full
Still live in the small town what most consider dull


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Broken Rules

I think that I will never see
A rule unbroken; disagree?

Traffic laws, command for games;
Making false insurance claims.

Ten commandments, trespass signs;
People cutting checkout lines.

Litterers and all molesters;
Scammers cheating lame investors.

Those who simply won’t comply;
Laws for them just don’t apply.

Rule creators can’t persuade
Some that rules should be obeyed.


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Too Much to Lose, Now I'm Behind Bars Blues

Let me tell you my story about my behind bars blues
For doing something I shouldn't, now too much to lose

It all happened quite a few years ago when I was a boy sixteen
Living on the Dublin estates, where you had to be part of the scene

Gangs became part of the culture, live here you'll see what I mean
Generation after generation, it appears to be in our genes

I close my eyes to recall, whilst a shiver runs down my spine
As I follow my steps that night, still scared of what I'll find

We, me and my gang, readily terrorised our streets
Frightened of no one we were, no matter whom we'd meet

Then came that Friday night down at the local bar and grill
A Rock Band played in the corner, Thin Lizzy, their guitars spill

Next thing all hell breaks loose, a rival gang enters en masse
No prisoners were taken, no creed, colour or class

Amidst the chaotic scenes you could hear the flick of a blade
Into flesh that was previously perfect, a member makes his grade

Scattered echoes resonate, shouting and cursing extends
Screams of fading life bellows, as another knife internally bends

Broken glass now glistens in pools of crimson red
Dishevelled clothed creatures, lie punctured close to dead

Sirens out of nowwhere wail, flashing blues descend
Another Friday night downtown, societies current trend

I stand in frenzied stare, a redded steel gripped in my hand
Me becoming one of many, that a parent had never planned

At sixteen years old I have been taken, but I see another day
There were three on that fateful night, who never came back to play

Liberty was never a word, that ever entered our thoughts
Or even the others we inflicked, whom we brought to nought

The day I stood in the dock, knowing behind bars blues were near
At sixteen years old going inside, it's now my turn to fear





* For Miranda's "Behind Bars Blues" contest *


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Mental Rhythm 2008 Version 2

Less stress
More Sex
More Partying
More Laughing!


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When eagles fly------again

The master created me to fly on high
Way up there, a speck to the sight
I take my perch on the highest branch
Of the tallest cedar closest to the sky

I did what he said, followed his every command
The flight was easier and swifter as I rose closer to the Son
As always the young ones I carried on my wings
And just this once, a few other things…..

It got so heavy, my focus was gone
So was my worship, so was my song
I had to come down, the painful descend
“A few other things” may cost my end

Like a broken clay jar, I lay on the side
Not able to complete the task I’ve been assigned
Because of things embraced not my own
How can I forget that these I must cast down?

The master created me to fly on high
Way up there, a speck to the sight
I take my perch on the highest branch
Of the tallest cedar closest to the sky

I know who I am and even though it hurts
Some things must die for a new birth
More than a few around and a few inside
When this is done, I’ll be able to rise

I’ve given Him all for all is His
I’m not weaker but stronger still
The balm was applied and a mark you may see
Now renewed and refreshed I ascend to thee

When eagles fly again, its with a stronger will 
They rise so must higher and keep pressing in
When Eagles fly again, when eagles fly again
Its with greater intensity in spite of the pain

God is calling me higher and higher still
Its about His will and His will and His will
Chains are broken, I’m transformed within
When eagles fly again, when eagles fly again


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Taking Chances

~*~ Why do I reach for the sky When I dont have wings to fly. Sometimes I dont want to feel When nothing seems real. I stand on my own My heart turned to stone. I have to learn to take chances Not run from lifes grand dances. There must be something better for me I set myself free. ~*~


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Thanks From The Unworthy

From a cloudless frost crisp sky one star shines supremely out
Diminishing all other stars in the slate black sky about
It light s a path across a flat calm bay a road my soul must walk
To distant friends in distant lands to whom I wish to talk

To those in need I send you gifts of sustenance faith and love
To those in terror and in pain, I give hope and a dove  
Those whose loss turns fair heart black you get leave to grieve
You who now face life alone pure friendship you receive

As my mind walks that star lit path my thoughts they are with you
Who on my unworthy life your great gifts of love did strew
Pain from my old frame you shared and my loneliness did cease 
On you I wish health and happiness, love, luck and peace


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LG Poetry Department Store

Come on folks!  Everybody  come on over here!
I’m one of the coolest poetic  vendors all throughout  the year!

Midnight , anniversary , summer  and all kinds of seasons sales,
I’m sure you’ll enjoy shopping here while saving up your bills.

My spiritual uplifting poems are 80 percent discount offer,
For whole sale, take freely my dog who is so expert in prayer.

Take my poems  about friendship and love as much as you want,
Like sharing half of my heart to you, that’s  50 percent discount.

Special poem, My Name and poems dedicated to special friends,
They are out of stocks, but you can make an order if you can.

My poems  all about arts, music, nature and mysteries of life,
Biggest discount I’ll give, all have been displayed  in my big shelf.

The poems which express  my joys, sadness, and my  pains, 
 Buying them in retail price, take freely My Stupid Boyfriend.
 
Life is real Good while you shop at LG’s Poetry Department store,
Grab my Garage Sale now! You’ll regret if you postpone or ignore!


Written: Sept . 13, 2012



First Place
Contest: Poets Garage Sale
Judged:10/23/2012
Poet Sponsor: Poet SKAT


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Believe! (Repost)

Salutations my Brethren, in the name of Jesus Christ, our Saviour!

Though weary from your travels you may be
through Gods' love there is hope for you and me

to save the world He gave His only Son
and through the Cross death lost and life has won!

So to all of you who for salvation pray
take Christ into your hearts this very day

for God so loves us all that He did give
the precious blood of Christ so we could live!

If truly in your hearts you do believe
this gift of lasting life you will recieve!

Go in peace, dear Brethren, and may the Grace of God
follow you all of your days!  In Christs' precious name, Amen.



Have a Happy and Blessed Easter!


Placed 1st in Brian Strands An Easter Epistle contest


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The Devil is not your friend

The devil is not your friend,
Nor will he reward your loyal deeds,
He lurks around in silence
looking for someone to deceive,
The devil is not your friend,
Nor will he ever fulfill your desires,
He’s just using you as his puppet
to lure more into eternal fires,
For every sin committed in life,
Required a large sacrifice,
So look up, real soon
my perishing friends,
Ask the God of the universe to heal and mend,
Your heart, soul and mind
For we are not promised tomorrows time,
Make it right with the Maker of the universe,
Humble yourself before it gets worse,
His grace will lift you high
His blood is your alibi,
His blood makes you clean,
My dear world you were already redeemed.

By: Sabina Nicole


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Across All Winds

Beneath tapestries of sky and clouds of ivory
In a waltz we dance on bridges and on alleys

Across mosques' minarets, we hear the prayers
Then descend to hear the mirth of avid card players

Upon extending roads, we both speed along
Shining with the city lights, singing its songs

With the freedom of vagabonds, with dusk and day
On the vast waterfront, we accelerate, we sway

Whether it was inner solace, or a touch of rage
On your seat I always, share and assuage

We face fierce gusts, we feel the distant sky
Across all winds, my bike and I...


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Life in a Fishbowl

Who are we?

Swimming in this fishbowl forever
Never looking beyond our world, never

Simply swimming in a fishbowl
Together, one and all

But look out that glass window
Swim away you’re free to go

So little fish, what do you want to be?
Swim little fish there’s the whole world to see

Your fate lies out there, this journey’s through
So swim little fish, there’s a world out there too. 


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Letters To Her Car

Letters To Her Car

I used to get up in the mid of winter before she would leave for work
And there on the frost laced windows of her car, is where I would leave my mark

I’d tell her about the day I had planned, or just a simple reminder
That no matter what this life had in store, in my heart is where I could find her



She was a beautiful thing. An angel bequeathed to us, placed here by a mightier hand
Though mine for only a little while tis but the blink of an eye for one that’s eternal

We all know that were here for a time, our minutes borrowed from the hour glass sand
Our hearts though two, were twined as one, as if born from something fraternal



And though her touch in this world, l will not feel again, I can remember that this life is 
fleeting
And sometime soon, as the immortal would count it, once again I’ll feel her heart beating

When the sand in Chronos’s glass runs its course for my life and Lachesis can cut her line
Ill No longer be held by the flesh of this world, and I’ll be unfettered by this thing called time



But for now I keep searching for destinies book, a different canvas to pen my hearts meaning
For that thing in the driveway that she once drove is now useless to put forth my word

What I want for now is a window to heaven to speed to her the thoughts I’ve been keeping 
That I found you once, and though it cost me my life to find you again that price I will afford


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My Perfect 10

If I picked my Valentine
she'd be a perfect 10.
She'd have blonde hair with highlites
and answer where and when.

She'd be a little shorter,
yet tall enough to kiss.
Her reach a little longer
to torture us in bliss.

Her shape would be the bomb.
As sexy as they come.
With hair up for the moment
I'd meet her at the prom.

She'd talk a little faster
with words I'd say are smart.
Yet keep me to attention
in hugs up to my heart.

A smile just like a lion.
Her face a source of pride.
One to show my mother.
And then to make my bride.

My Valentine was perfect
as I lost her way back then.
How was I to know that she
would find her perfect 10.


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Simple gifts

Should we ask for such an abundance of wealth from you?
When all around us waits a multitude of living beauty to view

One forgets the gifts you given to us going on about our day to day
We take for granted summer and the breezes of the trees that sway

We were given the right to think with our heads and make a choice
There are so many elements of nature that bring us reasons to rejoice

One of the great blessings is our ability to give and receive love
We should remember though our pockets are empty, our blessings are beloved


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A soldier's friend

Slowly breathing with a steady beat
Boots are crunching you feel the heat

You inch on closer, looking around
Watching your friends make not a sound

You have been told to kill this man
A threat he is to freedoms plan

Hold up your rifle, take careful aim
Let go of the guilt your not to blame

Orders you follow a good soldier you are
Try not to think the size of the scar

That this order will bring deep in your soul
We raise the flag on top of this soldier's hole

I will give support, I will lend my hand
So you can brother, continue to stand

To fight for the freedoms of people everywhere 
Down your rifle I, with you, shall stare


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Islands in Time

Sand swishes between toes, pulls you toward peace
the palms fanning you, slowly, like a lover feeding grapes.

Birds peek shyly from the understory, sometimes hover
and chirp-nag you for disturbing their nest.

Every wave splashes me toward the permanent home
beneath the sea, crabs praying on life, tangs spitting

more sand, and more sand, its caught in my eyes
and I most doze, bake and doze, submerge, swim

until its only my toes realizing there is life, sand
edging up on me from every side, counting the lines

down to where there is an end, breath choked off
because all the sea, and sand, and prayers, and prey

can no longer get to me. I've walls of peace swaying
gently like a snake hypnotized before the charming pipe

to say come home,  and know I'm always home,
always home, praying, praising, the rise and fall of sand.


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Dear Rapunzel

It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.

It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.

It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.

Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.

Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.

They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.

Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.

Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.


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Unknown

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

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

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

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

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

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


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in a hotel room

In a hotel room I lie on my side
watching him scramble to find his tie


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DON'T WORRY - YOU'RE COVERED

Copyright © 2013
07/27/2013

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

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

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

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

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

Politics, and selfish greed
  Failing our Nation's need

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

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



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


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A walk in the Woods

The sun was high in the sky, so hot, so unbearable
as the heat bares down, making life, unlivable.

A walk in the woods amongst the trees
tall waving branches makes a cooling breeze

Mystical noises erode from above
like squawking parrots,  making love

The leaves flutter to earth slowly at leisure,
drying to a crunch making walking a pleasure.

Your never alone as you walk these woods, 
ghosts of yesteryears would show if they could.

Instead they guide you along the paths of delight
your face lighting up as you see the sight.

Of butterflies gathered a hundred or more,
wings gently beating cooling their core.

Making a myriad of colour to please the soul
They are the flowers of the forest making you whole

The birds with their splendrous songs of life.
Not always in key their sounds easing your strife

Dont forget the tiny dormouse under the trees
looking for nuts and seeds, hunger to ease.

Find a grass covered mound, sit down ease your feet,
Close your eyes, listen to life from the drivers seat.

Your body is the forest, birds your ears, a tumultuous sound
Your eyes are the butterflies, life, the leaves falling around.

Thinking of these things help keeps your life in control
When life is hard, look within, look to your soul.

Take a walk in the Woods.




Penned 3rd September 2013.

Contest : Caleb Smith  -  In the Woods.


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Life's Driven Road

Where does one start a journey, a journey to their where Whilst a peripheral life abounds, in continual I don't care On their journey of ones life, no mediation to reason Whilst in the depths of married life, can lie continual treason For in these continual lies, no care to their past It's the path of life's driven road, that ends their starting last <*>


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When Shadows Fall

Summer is on the turn, into Autumn we now head So close this day approaches, inside many heads now dread We now view through our eyes, our windows of life What do we see now, do we absorb our awaiting strife Be like me and others and listen to peripheral sounds It's what we have come to know, it's us all around Day by day we view, the turning of life's greenery But what are we going to see after, on this future days scenery Is it intrepid anticipation, human wondering entering it's abyss We're the blind leading our blind, just what do we make of this *~* The eve of this reckoning day, in hourly wait we await Autumn has taken it's turn, are us humans in use by date This morning we have awaited, curtains drawn I view There's something different about the sunrise, sees me a through From my balcony I witness, now seeing from where I am Shape shifting no longer applies, I just don't understand In sorrow fill hungered loss, I lose life's lust for thrall From my balcony I now witness, I view when shadows fall *~* Inspired by "Touchstone's" <> "When Shadows Fall" from their album "The City Sleeps"


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Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.


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Never say Never

For years and years having viewed their faces Their smiles, their joys, in so many places Oh how I wondered if I would mirror those joys To forget my past, and it's lonesome destroy We are told never say never in this world we live Sometimes around life's corner, shall end ones sieve How right these words would be, such wisdom prevails Never say never, let life's winds grace ones sails <*> Then came the day as I so wondered why That a Spanish maiden liked, I clicked to espy Images of Marillion, the singer Fish being his name As I viewed musical others, we liked just the same In a polite message I wrote, simply to ask why Will she answer me I asked, I'll just have to try A reply I received, declaring reciprocating sounds For our music was mirrored, now something abounds <*> Then came the moment that simply captured my heart Her first word was hello, could a dead life restart Our visions appeared followed by questions of ask Two strangers in meet musical tastes being our tasks Days weeks into months followed amidst track after track So much was told and shared, her knowledge never lacked Now when I look back to our music moments shared and seen Fish and others we thank you, for it's the music of Queen <*>


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"Krogers" Georgia

Bush's Beans, the magical fruit
for my morning tea fresh ginger root.

We also get bananas and tomatoes.
Plenty of boxes of cereal as well as mashed potatoes.

Along with cream, cheese, and bottles of mayo,
I sometimes have to buy granny's Depends, oh no!

Yogurt is in there as well frozen and fresh veggies.
Meat and baked goods complete the list and satisfy famliy munchies!



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Rebirth and Recovery....A Poem by my husband

Rebirth and Recovery

As I sit in the waiting room of my physician
I contemplate my life’s position
I think of many nights of wizardry and magic
when all it was, was as a life so tragic
I felt as life had just begun
staying high was so much fun
I was young-felt that time was on my side
but time is a funny thing, you see it never stops,
this I confide.
It seems to me that 20 years passed overnight
my youth stolen by a thief in the night.
The thief I speak of is not man or animal,
but an affliction,
You see, it’s a disease called addiction.
It rakes you in with promises of women,
riches and fame,
but when you’re all used up, all you’re left with
is guilt, remorse and shame.
So here I sit in the office of my physician,
listening to him tell me my life’s condition
and how I’m supposed to die of this affliction,
as I choose to live once more.
					
James David Rider
8-1-09

Thank you all for indulging me, this was written by husband, who doesn't write poetry, not 
until now, and I feel it's something that needs to be gotten out there so here is the first step.


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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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A Soul Awakened

There's moonlight swirling into the night;
keeping the distant horizon in sight.

Under the guidance of glittering dreams
life can prove happier than it seems.

As one awakens their soul at dawn
they realize their sorrows are gone.

They've packed up their troubles into the past
and come to find their bliss at last.

Life can be poetry in motion
when love is built on pure devotion.

The winds of time die down at last
though it seems they roll on by too fast.

Yet if  you've awakened your soul to love
the heavens beckon you from above.

The skies embrace you and rejoice;
how you carry on now's your choice.



written April 13 th, 2013


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Grandmas Phrase About Work

If you don't go with the flow,
Then they will kick you,
Out the do'.
If you work like you get no pay,
No one to you will say Hey.

If you work at your job,
As if you work for the Lord,
Even when others make it hard
In front of them you'll get
A huge reward
And they'll look like retards.


So when you punch 
Your time card
Say thank You Lord
I could have been
Someone else.

When it's time for lunch
Say thank You Lord
Once more even if
Satan knocked at your do
Because he didn't munch
On your wealth.

Wrote 11-15-10


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Micaela II


You're Still The Most Beautiful song,

That I've Ever Written


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Waiting in Vain

"Waiting in Vain" all my life I've been waiting to capture the illusive brass ring to fill my heart with happiness; to lace my hands with bling. years have passed and still I wait for the rainbow's pot of gold to seal my fate and heal my soul with love to have and hold. time has escaped before my eyes as I wait for the silver lining to chase away all my cares beyond the woodbine twining. waiting for envisioned dreams to at last materialize from make-believe to reality where dreams wait to survive. in deeper thoughts of yesterday I crave my wishing well would soon erupt into new songs of life not magic spells. now I pace upon my porch; my rocker waits for me to sit and simply wait in vain for things I'd hoped 'twould be ...


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A Fresh Start

How does one measure the past twenty four years When smiles were so rare, drowned in many tears Amidst trials and tribulations, the kids were our cement Sadly glossing over our background with damaging intent Trust went out the window, events were never discussed Before I knew where I was, my life's in blatant mistrust For many nights awake trying to decipher my way out This I managed to achieve, now livings in with a shout Separation, preparation, as I look to my future now My flat, my music sanctuary, it's me that now allows My future road I'll walk, but I'll never walk alone For a Spanish Princess appeared, with I, she'll share my throne This beauty who's entered my life, both to have a fresh start I thank you my beautiful Lorena, from the bottom of my heart For the contest "A Fresh Start" written Sunday 11th March 2012


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Echoes Of The Heart

Echoes Of The Heart

Those warm feelings that flow in my soul,
Reverberate throughout my body as a whole.

A small knot swells up inside my throat,
As I swallow hard that I don't choke.

I feel tremors from my head to my toes,
Feeling them bounce all around like echoes.

The excitement swells up from deep down inside.
When I hear your voice I get so tongue tied.

I often think of many different things,
What holds us together is not just strings.

In this world there's tons of things built,
You have patched me together like an old quilt.

When you are away I feel distant and alone,
When I see you, my heart rings like a phone.

This joy that I can only feel from you,
Holds my soul together like the strongest glue.

I miss you so much when we're so far apart.
Shudders run through me with Echoes of The Heart.

-For Gail's Echoes Of The Heart Contest


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My Treasure Within

My Treasure Within Somewhat smooth, and sort of round, Lying here, on the ground, Baked by the unrelenting Sun, Ages ago, my life had begun, I have seen rivers come, and go, Seen glaciers, also, ebb and flow, No one has thought much of me, My unassuming exterior, not much to see, Like that frog that becomes a Prince, If someone opened me, I would convince, Him, or her, that they had found, The most AMAZING thing, lying on the ground! For, hidden in an inner recess, Is something that you would not guess, Were someone to cut me open, they would rave, That they had found a Crystal Cave! Lining the inside of me, The most glorious thing to see! Created over Geologic Time, On the inner reaches of my lime, There awaits a treasure true, Amethyst crystals, in a glorious shade of blue! So far, it appears my Fate, To merely lie here, perhaps too late, A Geode’s life is not too exciting, most times, No killings, nor wars, nor other crimes, Nothing much really to do, But to hope someone stumbles upon you, Then, you can fulfill your highest, and best use, Then you are renowned for your ruse, For the Treasure you contain inside, For the wondrous sight that you hide! Through my uncounted years, I have shed oceans of imaginary tears, Untold numbers of people have passed me by, Never looking where I lie, Wait, what is this I see? Is someone walking up to me? He is stopping, now bending down, Looking at me, lying on the ground! If he picks me up he will feel, That I have a secret to reveal, He is reaching, now, toward me, Will I be opened for all the World to see?


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A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                             
                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark


                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back


                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate



Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All
                                     

                                     
                                            
                             


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Unconquerable, William Ernest Henley

Dust never settles on my back
Nor does rain on my nose
As the demands of the day persevere
The quietness of the night strengthens my soul

Pain is a stimulus of sorts
A constant reminder of my work still to be done
Time has indeed served as a mirror of my mistakes
Yet I persevere until the battle is won

Visions of Heaven delight my heart
The heat from Hell has changed my ways
Neither mediocrity nor hate shall enter my house
For the pursuit of wisdom marks the rest of my days 

As angels do not sing me praise
Nor shall I hang crucified for my wrong
My life shall stand as my judge 
My life and faith shall be my song


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Beautiful Day

I once fell prey to circumstance
Took away all of my romance

I bounced around from girl to girl
Learned every oyster has a pearl

Sometimes within the things I feel
My broken heart had lost its will

Lost in the game I had to play
I rode the “Top,” and spun away

Freedom was no more than a whim
My life was looking rather grim

Many lovers but had no love
I had no one to hold above

Many years since I had been free
My monkey had its hooks in me

Then came the day I met my wife
She brought romance into my life

She helped me up then helped me see
The beauty of the soul in me

We have faced so many trials
Together walked many miles

We faced our demons, faced our ghost
Scraped all the burnt up off our toast

Whatever trials we must face
It’s each other that we embrace

For within our love we have found
Nothing in life can break us down

There is no storm that we can’t weather
As long as we are together

Lord this poem to you I pray
Thanking you for another day

Another day that’s full of love
It is my wife I hold above

Trials come and then trials go
Together we reap what we sow

We turn trials into blessings
As we face what needs addressing

We live a very simple life
Together as husband and wife

Within our love it’s clear to see
Everything is as it should be

I just have one thing left to say
Is this not a beautiful day











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In Cinderella Fashion:

Imperative to see what fits familiar feet
with slippered glass and sand blown memories
of times which swift occurred then swept away
the remnants of a luscious perfect day
to wishes in the wells of self-defeat
and tragedy too painful to complete
the harmony eclipsing shadowed moons
to cool the concrete footsteps sunken hewn

It's with this feeling that I trace your steps
and hope to feel emotions that are left
like elements unmoving, set in stone
I feel them beat my heart when I'm alone
and in this solitude I see your face
as real and as alive as my disgrace
from blowing passed integral memories
imperatively set beneath your feet.


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GUN

                                                                      



                                                    A gun is a deadly weapon
                                           It can kill people with wasted reason

                                                     Authorized to have this
                                                 Only the army and the police

                                               Don’t use it to point to a person
                                           You will landed straight to the prison

                                      A gun is an instrument for an unending war
                                          Civilians traumatized for a painful scar

                            So please have some conscience not to use it barbarically
                                      Coz it will cause our life and so don’t be a folly 



                                                          January 29, 2013
                                               For Gwendolen "Gun" contest
                                                        1ST PLACE WINNER



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Going To War

The phrase, "going to war", has always had ominous and forbidding qualities that can 
reverberate to the very core of the soul. Experiencing such an ordeal has its own legacy. It 
differs from person to person in varying degrees and the anticipation is usually far more 
negative than the actual arrival into the area of conflict. Though each war has its own 
realities with which to deal, it is not the war addressed by, "Going to War". The poem reveals 
the war within when the psyche literally battles with the 'unknown' in its struggle to accept 
the actuality of an event feared and imagined.

The eastern sky grew dark with night, The west held light of day. A lonesome plane in westward flight Was taking us away. When orders came for Viet Nam And all the names were read, They may as well have dropped a bomb, Or shot us there instead. Some few had been to fight before But most of us had not; Had never dealt with death or war, Or fears of being shot. Our words came scarce and laughter naught, Concern was quick to grow. The doubts and fears we all had brought Seemed primed and set to blow. A wave of silence dashed our youth Against the rocks of war, And in its wake, the naked truth; We're little boys no more. The time had come to set aside The games of yesterday, To give our step a longer stride, To learn another way. Now doubt looms dark and ominous, A vulture from the blue, That preys upon what peace remains, From all the things we knew. We pray to soothe our fears and dread, For rest to ease our mind, For guidance through the war ahead, And mourn the 'world', behind; And that one day we'll understand Why people have to die... Still, time grows near when we would land, The miles were flying by. The windows fog with quickened breath In our descent to land. We all are sure a brush with death Is very close at hand. We watch Siagon come into view And wait to feel a blast; Then hold our breath, as if on cue, When wheels touch down, at last. The war, for us, has just begun; Our fates seem so unsure, But we are warriors, every one, Resolved we will endure. ©1971 by Jim Fish


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Among The Creations

13 March 2010


Among The Creations

 
I am blessed for being a God’s creation
Along with the grown up trees, I build my own foundation

And I whisper to the mighty wind
To bestow me a seed alike wunderkind

And in this soil, I will walk barefooted
That if  barkus is willing, my heart is embed

I see many daybreaks and sunsets
Along flowers bloom and gaping at the night’s garnet

Luxuriate to the florid orchard
With jazzing up of the playing of harpsichord

I am falling between frustration and elation
Sighing out loud along the sea waves commotion

That in this world, I am not alone
I will thrive and shrivel among the other creations


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Living Life Day by Day

                            Living Life Day by Day


I tend to live life day by day,
I always have it's just my way.

Things have been rough for many years,
along the way I've shed many tears.

My life has always been an uphill battle,
it makes it hard to stay in the saddle.

My MOM and best friend passed away in 2002,
since she's been gone I'm not sure what to do.

Friends from poetry soup have gone out of their way,
if it wasn't for their help I might not be here today.

Now all I can do is live life day by day,
like I said it's just my way.


                                                              COLLEEN MARIE BONO


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Where does the Time go

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


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all about Sashi

Jan2012
By Sashi. Prabhu (ZEAUOXIAN)
I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I have cheated my fears alright, I have broken up with my doubts uptight. I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I got engaged to my faith last night, I married my dreams at the sight of first light. I am not afraid to get up today, I am not afraid to wake up to another day today, I am not afraid to open my eyes and see today, I am not afraid to climb out of bed today. I am ready to walk into the gardens in the heavy rains, I am ready to open my nose and smell of mud from wet terrain I am ready to face the world all alone, I am ready to do anything to walk up the stepping stone. I am ready to say anything to anyone, I am ready to talk to anyone under the sun. I am ready to yell from mountain tops, I am ready to dive from ravine drops. I am ready to walk for a cause, I am ready to run to protect environmental laws. I am ready to touch taboo objects & subjects I am ready to work on regressions of y on x I am ready to understand tangled issues, I am ready to wipe all tears with tissues. I am ready to taste tropical fruits, I am ready to chop, boil and eat bamboo shoots I am ready to jump out from a moving truck, I am ready to pull my allies from loads of muck. I am ready to be creative again, I am ready to write and spill out my joys and pain. I am ready to sing and hear my own songs, I am ready to correct my own wrongs. I am ready to throw a stone afar, I am ready to play my own music for all with the door ajar. I am ready to write notes about me, I am ready to put them up for all to see. I am ready to whistle whilst I walk down the alley, I am ready to bring out tunes and them create verbally I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more.


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A Moment for Hope

The sermons nearly finished, suddenly a happening befalls my eyes Our congregation now sits silent, amidst echoing tearful cries An old man we know as Tommy, he's the retired Rector of our Academy Now lying silent on the stone cold flagstones, he disappeared from see Motionless to ashen in lie, worried faces in concern surround Whilst a face appears from the tears, slowly kneeling on this hallowed ground In tenderness sigh exhale, her hands now adorn his chest In gentle moving motion, resuscitation is now addressed Minutes appear like hours, when suddenly two eyes now open see Where I'm sitting like others around, what's happening in front of thee No miracles are cried out loud, simply a calmness by she who coped All because a face from our congregation, gave us a moment for hope <*>


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Within Iris

How beauty sometimes seems so impeccable

With the watery spark of your lustrous eyes
Where nurtured meadows of harvest rise

I sink in tides, in your iris submerged
Waves, monsoons from within emerge

Enthralled I stand, my confusions declare
When only you stop and pause to stare

So sharp, I must say, a piercing of heart
Like flailing swords that with power impart

Within charm they grasp, they clutch, they seize
As they blink calmly and stealthily appease

How beauty sometimes seems so impeccable

Glimmering with your radiant eyes
I now have come to utterly despise

The times when you are asleep…

                                                      Entered into Sami’s Contest







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Ascension

I’ve journeyed to the highest peaks to glimpse beauty vast below
To gaze upon the Arch of earth, still higher one must go
I looked suspended from this world, the vistas I could see,
Behind me were the sun and stars, below humanity
So far away, I clearly saw, at last to understand,
 the most wondrous sight is love within that tiny speck called man.
I wanted most to know all truth, I've seen glorious realms on high
But now alone among the stars, in this place my dreams must die.
I’ve found all that I sought back then when I was in my teens
My journeys taken me too far to evermore be seen.
Yes truth I hold such beauty pure, was love I desired so much
But to know this wisdom deep within I’ve come too far to touch.
I’ve known such noble; selfless souls, gained treasures none can buy
Suffered such pain and misery, I’ve felt an angel cry.
I went too far, forgot myself, I did not count the cost
I see also from these staggering heights my hope for love is lost.
Weep not for me, I’ve few regrets…I chose my life’s endeavor
And though my time is past you see…through my children I’m forever.


Lawrence Schrank
APOM


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Beast back to Love

Her decadent world
Brings tears to her eyes,
A carnivorous place
Filled with lies,
Upside down kingdom
In a storm
Only love that is written
Can keep her blood warm,
Truth emanates from her lips
As she dives in
Restores her grip,
She cannot let the task daunt her
The shadows cannot haunt her,
Reflection must take place
To win this inevitable race,
With God on her side
She can abide,
The ghosts of her past
Are fading fast,
A heart that radiates from up above
Can restore this beast back to love.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: June 2010


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Give Them A Miracle This Year

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


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Valentine

My life with you is like the ocean in waves it comes and goes 
And just below the surface love is deeper than we know

Not once have I forgotten just where we began
Or how my love still grows with each touch of your hand

As the many years have passed our love has seen its trials
But I have seen it travel the distance of many many miles

Through every raging storm of life and all that we have seen
The magic of your love has safely carried me

Here before you now I stand to tell you how I feel
With all that is within me I know this love is real

So this year for Valentine’s Day I have only this to ask
Will you be my Valentine and let this love forever last?


*Dedicated with love to my wonderful husband, David.

Copyright © 2010   Lena “Lolita” Townsend


**for Deborah's "Who Love's Ya Baby?" contest


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Squares

Busy square around me sucking me inside
Keeping me from seeing what's on the outside
Building shell surrounds me squared off like a hide
Standing on a corner; a square; a block; that's wide

Quilted district patterns are mapped across the land
while larger squares protruding shows zoning had a hand
Suburbs of the city squaring boundaries they have spanned
When all that's left are gullies squared by nature that are fanned.


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The Fable (Pt. 1)

Love is the days in your past
Love is the memories that will last

Love is each breath you take
Love is each move you make

Now I am stuck on repeat
I can't move a muscle in my feet

I don't know what to do
Because I have truly lost you

The memories repeat in my head
I can remember every word said

Love can be a loaded gun
In the end it can be no fun

Our words set in stone
But now I've never felt so alone

I just wish our past was true
I just wish I could still love you

Every moment repeats in my head
Is everything between us now dead?

I just wish we could go back to how we used to be
I just wish I could make you see

I want to lay beside you in green grass
I want you to remember our past

So come back to me when able
Or is our love just a fable?


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A Page Not Faded

When we pressed our lips together
our tears became one...
We ran so far away but our words
just weren't done...
Across the sea we stay apart in places
we have made...
But on a quiet day you can taste my words 
in a slow cascading shade...
Hands that lost their reach now stay folded
with a pen...
Each side has a smile from days of where 
we've been...
Memories don't dissolve they just get filed
away in our minds...
While others grace the pages in poetry where
my heart you will always find...


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Cactus Heart

You would assume I am thirsty in this dire heat,
Or that my needles would cause others to quickly retreat,
You would conclude that my flowers were only for show
Or that if someone didn’t water me I would never grow,
But what you don’t see in plain eye sight
Is that I am flourishing with waters of integrity and might,
Under these thorns you call choked up defenses
Breeds the strength to survive all forms and pretenses,
To you I require little maintenance… but I know better,
I know how to absorb all I need in good and bad weather,
For I was strategically placed in this atmosphere,
All I need dwells in my structure enabling me to stay clear
Of beasts that lurk when sandstorms arise,
When mirages start to mesmerize,
When signs and wonders appear in fallen skies,
And soldiers forget to break ancient soul ties,
I stand my post and flaunt my spikes,
A cactus heart survives all flights.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: In a Very dry Place
Contest: Forgot


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Fastest Gun In The West

<                                      Now hold on there Tex !
                                        Let me get     dressed  !


                                        Let me saddle up my horse
                                        To trollop around this Halloween course


                                        Got on my chaps
                                        My spurs and cowboy hat


                                       Replica's of forty five's
                                       Riding on my hips very high


                                       With lasso in my hand
                                       This little cowboy has a plan
                                       

                                  
                                      So all you ghost and goblins
                                      It's candies bounty I'll be coming an robbing

                              
                                      And I'll be taking  loot for mummy
                                      And for my daddy who has a bigger tummy










                                                  Happy Halloween To All
                                   Especially little tikes who are so cute and small





Entry For 
Skat's 
Halloween Costume Contest
G.L. All
                                      

 
                                      
                                       


                                     

                                     
                                       


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Life

Life is like a hurricane.

Life, is like a heavy rain.

A lake of pain like lake Baikal.

Tears, flow like a waterfall.

People are like granite stone;
in the end your'e left alone.

But what of the good things?

Like the sound of when a church bell rings?

Or the miraculous, beautiful way 
one helps another through troublesome day?

Tragedies of life aren't fun, 
but in the end we learn a ton.

Though pain we do remember,
the flame eventually turns to ember.

You see, the thing about walking through earth each day, 
is The King turns the curse to a healthy pathway.


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The Blame Game

Seeking to find serenity is a task I cannot take
for most of all it seems to me a mindless missing mandate.

Buddha has achieved serenity, at least that what some say.
Yet, in my mind dear Sylvia* found death in a similar way.

To not exist, to cease to be, will bring the sought for feeling,
many find this door to out, but, it leaves my head reeling.

Can I not change, the path I'm on, can I not choose another?
Will I blame an omnipotent God, will I blame my brothers?

No, I'll accept, live and breathe, the form which I've been given,
and I'll forgive myself each step, and so, I will be shriven.

For I've been made with God's own seed, a God am I so born
I'll not blame another man or take credit from the unformed.



*Sylvia Plath (10/27/32 – 2/11/63) was an American poet,
 novelist and short story writer who commited suicide.


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Silence

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


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It's Christmas

Its Christmas time again and the bustle is on ,
cleaning the house, bring out the new stuff
A  touch of paint over there, I’m almost done,
The lights are up, tree fully decorated, My place is decked out !!

In the early Christmas morn, the gifts I lay beneath the tree,
Everything is in place……Ohhhh, what  a beautiful sight to see!

Now retired to bed, pleased as could be
He spoke  - and it caused me to look at the thing I did not see
I’ve cleaned and prepared my house for the day
In the midst of this, have I done the same with life in any way?

The scripture rang  loudly in the blanket of the quite morn-
“A child is born and a Son is given”- am  I ready to receive this gift that’s given?

All the lights I’ve hung, He’s the light of the world
The ornaments on the tree, He’s so precious to me
This tree that stands in my hall so tall
Upon a tree he hung, offered vinegar mingled with gall……

My responsibility right now, is share what’s been offered to me
If you did not have lights or decorated a tree, Could not buy a gift, or just didn’t know the story…

Jesus is the gift that’s waiting for you
Yes, you can receive Him, its long overdue
Just open up your heart, he’ll make it brand new
Take a moment to ponder-
Christmas is celebrating what Jesus has done for you !!!

Merry Christmas!!!

12/15/11 revisited 12/17/12
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Jesse Cold

Childish playful, maziness heart. . . . A loving touch of lovely art; Won't you see the sweetly trimm'd Everlasting heart been dimm'd? Lovely heart been tucked away Cutting edges, day by day Cov'ring the soul, so brightly lit. . . . With veiling that's so tightly fit But light pours out the lurid sea, Inside your heart shushed silently Hold on to fading gasps of love And all the sweet your heart dreams of


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Kaleidoscope

I watch my shadows as I walk this earthly path.
Ever changing as the moon follows the sun.

And though I travel far and wide.
I see hands extended in friendship. 

My shadow falls on whispers passing by.
As I walk this Kaleidoscope of highways.

I see you shed a tear, and I wipe it clear.
So the sun can shine for you again.

I see that my world remains beautiful to me.
Even when there are dark clouds around me.

No, I shall not sink to the lowest form.
Moonlight carries me forever forward.

Even with my shadow, part light, part dark.
I'm but a shadow within this earthly realm.




5/ 27/ 2013  9:30pm   Mon.  


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My way

They ask.....
I answer.......

They hear.....
But don’t listen

They talk and tell…
They say and command

They do all…..
But try to understand………

Ask me again…..
And I hope you listen

Cause all I have to say….
I am doing it my way


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Hugs That We Once Shared

Hugs that we once shared, lasted just a glimpse in time
If only I could read her mind, and imagine what I'd find

Would I find a woman of truth, or a woman of trust
Or a woman with a mind, whose mind has turned to rust

To drift into another's world, and promise them the earth
Hugs that we once shared, does it really make them worth

They only lasted a glimpse of time, happened they never should
If I could turn back time, your damn right I would


*~*





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-16.php


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Gold Fish and The Frog

There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark.
He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog.
Behave said the frog, for you are no shark.
I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk.

The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and spunk.
He wouldn’t be gainsaid on being a shark.
As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont.
Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want.

Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark.
But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn’t want to disembark.
So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back…
And as he bit the snake’s tail the frog hollered SHARK!
 
Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off…
Thinking it’s better to be safe, than as some one else’s dinner doffed.
So some how, together they both became what they did want.
Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond.

The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want.
Still, don’t stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought…
For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk…
Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.


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My Memories

My Memories 

I was thinking of buying a new house
So I’m here with my son and his spouse 

Sitting outback looking up to the sky
Hoping to see something go bye  

Wishing for a sign to see
Something from my wife to me

To move into an empty and cold house
I would leave behind memories of my spouse 

I don’t want to leave those memories behind
More memories in the house then in my mind
               
When my kids were small
They would play and mark up a wall

I see memories on every wall
Where my wife painted over marks from a ball

A memory in every room
Some good some with a little gloom 

It’s something that will always be
Even the gloom is a memory to me


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Occupy's Struggle

Still angry from revolutions long past
Greed wondered how long it would last

The occupy people have been asleep
Their eyes closed not making a peep

Now awaken they look at privation
Asking what's happen to their nation

Progress was not suppose to add more
For all of those who are money's whore

The plan was suppose to provide enough
For those struggling in life finding it tough

Wondering if it's too late to escape their fate
Revolution or Armageddon may be on the plate

Now for occupy to really develop and grow
They will need to find new ways not to owe

Edward J Ebbs - 11/06/11


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THIS IS HOW LIFE FEELS WHEN YOU GET TO BE MY AGE

THIS IS HOW LIFE FEELS WHEN YOU GET TO BE MY AGE

I have a general philosophical  precept
Life is in general a bowl of cherries except 
When someone stabs me in the back who didn’t oughta
From a completely unexpected quarter
I mean it’s ok if some dude whom I don’t like or trust
Has a go at me and feels he must
But if my wife tells me I continually bug her with my fidgets 
And then she  runs off with a team of one-legged circus midgets
Or my kids sell their hand-bound volumes of my poems
To buy a ton of horse manure to mix with the garden loams
And even the cat turns down my offer of warm milk
To go next door and sleep on sheets of silk
Or if a poetry contest excludes me simply because my name 
Is unacceptable, maybe because I am black, or lacking in fame, 
Or because I’m Methodist, and  gay, and Republican, and from  East Lansing,
Then I say to myself, well  here’s the thing:
If, along with my poem entry, I’ve  slipped in fifty bucks,
Well then  how can I be excluded?  I mean shucks  -
Rules is rules but when I’ve already paid to be in the winners’ list
I feel I have the right,  and  I just gotta insist,  
Cos midgets and fidgets don’t amount to squat
And sheets of silk or loads of horse manure is a lot
But  my name’s my pride and joy and I am proud to add it
(But I fear to do it again in this contest or I’ve had it),
So in this contest I will remain anonymous
Though I guess the details writ here are just about synonymous 
With a name  I do not dare speak  - at risk of exclusion
But I’m pretty sure this extra fifty bucks will lessen the confusion.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Written  - with great affection -  for
Nancy Jones's   Contest 	"This is how life feels when you get to be my age..."


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The Nightmare

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                                         Being trapped in the poultry pen
                                    With one mad rooster and an old hen


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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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Life isn't a wish granting factory

Life isn't a wish-granting factory.
It's the sweet cover of open lip's mockery.
It's a house for all to live in - 
the liars, the murderers and the rest of the sins.

Life steals your childhood dreams,
puts it in a jar and makes it seem
as if it just gifted you a present
because you lived in its past and presence.

Then in the future - if Life gives you any,
you'll see that Life is playing games, at once, to many;
you'll resent Life for giving you puzzles and quizzes
that once resolved will just turn to mere bliss.

In the corner of The Room where broken things lie
are your wishes - once soaked with hope but now dry,
drained from the core as time goes on
flowing in the dumpster of Lost and Forever Gone.

But at the end of the day, you find
as you lay on your grave and memories rewind:
Life was honey, it was fun and precious but on the contrary
you recalled the simplest truth - that Life wasn't a wish-granting factory.




 "Life isn't a wish-granting factory" is a quote from the book "A Fault in Our Stars" written by John Green. 


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The Blend that Produces Love

 
When we look toward sea, the mountains and the stars 
We send kisses to our Creator from afar
 
Essence of Godliness is love from the very start
Growth's purity in all life forms from common heart
 
We admire nature and have feelings for friends too
 There are many types of love, a source that renews
 
Stars twinkle in heaven and in lovers eyes as well
Infatuation seems much like a magical spell
 
A young mother’s face the radiant complexion
 Her new babe under breast, thus still in incubation
 
A special bond exists between owners and pets 
Unconditional love received of both, no regrets
 
Love is power to all life forms in their actions
Humans have moral choice in their chosen factions
 
True love in marriage two special devoted spouses 
Virtuousness of women makes homes of houses
 
A man that respects womanhood makes a mother proud
Not drunken wife beater on the town getting loud
 
When you mix faith, trust loyalty and devotion
Then you have perfected the loving emotion
 
 
 
*Entry for the collaboration contest on what love means


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Tears From My Window

I stood alone by a wall that was grey...
I tried to remember a different day...
With my hands I sketched a window to maybe see...
I felt the cool breeze as the drawing flowed free...
But all I saw was a picture of pouring rain...
And only myself with a paper umbrella as my friend...
I stepped closer to blow a kiss and make for me a sun...
But then the sky melted and the scene made a run...
It washed down the wall and at my feet it wept...
So I crawled back to bed where in the dark I never slept...
As I dreamed awake the rain stopped with the window dry...
But still the floor was drenched from a wall that cried...



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Toward

The river runs toward its destiny While I ride toward my mother, the sea


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Home

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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If I Could Go Back

If I could go back to a much younger me
and tell her about all the things that she'll see.

The things I should change and the things I should not.
The things that I've lost, the things I've still got.

The me of sixteen was insecure and shy.
Would she believe what's to come, would she think it a lie.

Nothing turned out the way that she thought
but some battles were won. They were hard fought.

Some things that happened, they were worth the pain.
Many others, well those, I'd not do again.

She had stars in her eyes, the sixteen year old me.
Maybe it's best if I just let it be.



~~ 13/12/2012 ~~

for David Williams "Hello/Goodbye" contest


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The Circle is Round

The morning was dark when I first held my newborn son
The tears overwhelmed as smiles did break my mouth
Proud was I this gift of such loving grace
Proud this little man would some day soon say my name

He peed in my face the first time I changed his diaper
He kept me up while restful sleep avadded the darkening hours
Countless dollars to feed clothe and sitter
The bathing the changings the illnesses all did mattered

A little man did my son grow to be 
He fit just perfect upon my hurt knee
We patty-caked rode the horsey and sang Jesus Love Me
For I was his hero when he became three

I carried him to school that first day
I shared in his life and encouraged the right way
We discovered sports but his interest did fade
He wanted music- music he could play

He broke my heart on several occasions 
His fight at school a pitiful grade a call from the police at three
A father first is tuff for I loved him so
He did correct his misdeeds as I watched him grow

As for this day- particular indeed it is to me
My grown up son still hugs on me
In his straight forward manner he sat me down
I am getting married  were the words which made me smile

This morning is still dark when I did open my eyes
I took to recalling the years of raising my child
It is life as I have realized the circle is round
Hopefully a grandson will soon be found


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Sweet Kitchen Contentment

Boiling kettle a whistling,
an imitation of life.

Water and delicious tea,
bubbling hot, a sober joy.

Living in satisfaction
and sweet kitchen contentment.

Warm feet upon puppy’s back,
massaging toes gently squeeze.

Watching out my windowsill,
the warm sun slowly rising.

Safely within make-believe,
my world of golden pipe dreams.

My mind remains crystal clear,
my eyes a frozen topaz.

I am just living away,
and without the slightest clue.


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Earthquake in Japan

Friends across the Internet
Disaster struck my heart has wept.
Are you safe beyond the sea?
Will you meet the tsunami?
My soul cries for your safe sojourn.
Continued friendship, my hearts yearn.
We have bound our thoughts together.
Through thick or thin understandings tether.
Catastrophically Japan’s earth quakes. 
Too many lives devastation takes.
People are trapped amid the rubble.
The young and old lay in peril.
Tsunamis wash the wretched shore.
Destructions waste forevermore.
From far away I pray…protect from harm.
Loving moments and friendship’s charm.
Fearing for you, my friends, so far away.
Praying you will see a brighter day.
Wondering, questioning. 
Oh frightful happening!
Please tell me you are out of harm's way.
I send my hope for your safe stay.

Lovingly, Dane Ann
March 11, 2011


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Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places

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

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

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

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

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


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




Written By Katherine Stella 7/4/11

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

        

         


         
          
          

        
                         

         

         


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Everyday Song, Daily 37

37.
Play the everyday tune
And laugh at the need to swoon,
Over habits and needs
And all the worry it feeds.

Record the everyday woe
And question where should I go,
To the easy comfortable place
Or to the mysterious hard to trace.

Sing the everyday song
And seize the moment, make it long,
Amongst the short course of the day
The present has a melody to play.


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THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

If tame you want 
'Tis fools you’ll get
While fishing in Life's sea
But if you go a trolling
You may catch a fish like me
Cast out your line-- prepare for war--
There’s not a moment’s peace
And you'll forget your one nightstands
Heart grabs the tradewind breeze
Oh I had loved you mighty
Knocked the pluck right from your sails
Gave you babes and warmed your nights
And handled your details--
And fool you were to throw it back --
A love that topped them all
But one last chance awaits you here
To heed the siren's call
So swim upstream and fight the gales
That plague the stormy sea
Think of my love that grabs your guts---
There is no fish like me




Victoria Anderson-Throop
Nov 24, 2012


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The Light of Love

The silent light of love
Forms a halo above
And I a tiny firefly
With all my loving heart sigh
As it opens its arms wide
To accept me as a bride

04/12/12

Not a premium member


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Snow Storming Us

Sky greyed with sudden snow, cars slithered serpentine roads -
a screech-slide of tyres on obsidian ice. Traffic slowed;

indicators blinking against the driving white squall,
engines' hot oiled throats throttled to standstill.

Bitter winds whipped us raw; ice shrapnel's rip and tear
piercing our lungs. Snatching gasps of spiked air,

our stung skin numb from the blizzard's bite.
Tempestuous snow smothered hematite night;

gusting and mounding, turning black to white.
By dawn, drifts dazzled with diamante light;

air was achromatic, blanketed fields blanked,
hills bleached to silence; the landscape blanched.


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LENORE

The vernal pool of Heaven opens Lenore looks down upon LOVE lost
Lotus blossoms floating on air , swallowing the Sunlight and Die in the Frost

The softness of  the Feathers of an ANGEL’S WING Touched  by LENORE and I
True sadness Entwines Our Hearts Together, FOREVER as ONE in Each Others Eye

These are the Words of YOUR Earthly LOVER, Harry YOUR Husband, He LOVES YOU
Shh!  Lenore Gestures with Her Finger to HER LIPS, My Beloves : “ Poetry; So True “ 

You are His Guardian ANGEL Asks LENORE  : “ I am “ “ KASHINATH “ Forever LOVE” 
Your wings Flutter so, “the Flowers  Singing, Dew crying to the Hot Sun ABOVE"

Lenore “Take  Words from My Heart, to My BELOVED : Serenade Him with  Infinity
Flap Your Wings, ride the Wind of Heaven Go to him, and say  I wait for His Eternity

               Inspired by The Contest " Reflection " Sponsored By
                  " Constance La France " ~ A Rambling POET ~
                           By HGARVEY Daniel Esqure -- HG
           Dedicated to Those Waiting For Us at The Pearly Gates
                                             5th Place


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I am

As i sit here wondering, thinking 
i write everything that comes to my head,

Then almost instantly I feel a certain pungent dread.
This is my life therefore i must accept it,

I'm an ordinary island girl, a girl of the world
yet i do not feel defined by who i am

i am exotic, my wavy hair flows
my small eyes dart and with my voice i sing like a lark.

Beautiful i am. I am beautiful.
and yet i really don't know who I am 

is my olive skin with yellow hues the true essence of me?
it certainly is my individuality.

I am every girl out there that hates to love their hair 
their skin, their diversity and not really being one or the other. 

I am, I am that sea breeze, fresh like a rose with dew.
beautiful and delicate. 

 


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Sexy Kiss

We share a look from across the room and I saunter into your arms,
No matter how hard I try to defy, I can never resist your charms;

You slip a hand behind my head and drag me into your kiss,
You tantalize my senses as I lose myself to bliss;

Desire takes over my body as you take my breath away,
We stand in utter silence, we’ve nothing left to say;

There is an overpowering smell of whiskey and cheap perfume,
But locked in a passionate kiss, we’re alone in the crowded room;

Your kisses taste so potent, I savor the exotic flavor of you,
Your intoxicating to my senses, like the sweetest morning dew;

Wrapped in a fervent embrace, our bodies meld to form one;
I lose myself to you and it’s only just begun...


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A Change Of View And Lifestyle

The mountains arise all around
Her skirts valleys trims that abound

The court house stands antiquated
For years law accommodated

On square few stores in business
No longer the attractiveness

The beauty of the peach trees pink
In bloom in the spring gone in a wink

Packing sheds closed down different now
Lifestyles different as fields once plow

Nostalgia for days of the past
Change is good but will it last


In honor of: Michael J. Falotico
Contest: "A Change of View"
Since I have always lived in one 
place, I wrote about change....


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An Offering

Sometimes the things that happen, so unexpectedly
Are the things that have to happen, so that we can be set free.

Set free from beliefs that bind us, and blind us from what's true.
Changing us, shaping us, making us, a perfect offering for You.

A perfect offering for you, Lord, is who I long to be.
May all I think, and do, and say, be for Your glory.


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Silence

Silence can be golden, especially when one sleeps,

But in one’s darkest moments, too much silence creeps.



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Friendship Blessings

There are many blessings in this life,
One is friendship to relieve your strife.

A friendship lives within the heart,
You know it’s there when they do not depart.

A friendship is a special gift
For those sad days to give you a lift.

It’s a gift from heaven above,
Another way God shows his love.

When you find yourself down
And all you have is that frown

Sometimes it only takes a friend’s smile
To help you carry on that extra mile.

Edward J Ebbs - 1997s (sick with Lyme)


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It seems I wanted too much

It seems I wanted too much:
or may be just a touch.
May be a little bit more:
happiness with the one I adore.
May be a good morning kiss,
or sweet words: “My honey I miss”.

It seems I wanted too much:
to be happy as such,
to fly in the sky like a bird,
to be understood without a second word,
to listen to the songs of my Lord,
to give a smile and behave like a child.

It seems I wanted too much:
to live without any mistakes,
without any heart breaks.
I wanted my soul not to be cold,
to live without any storms,
to feel your heart warmth.

It seems I wanted too much:
to turn into a dove,
to swim on the waves of love,
to meet with you every dawn,
to have the wings of a swan
and never be alone.

It seems I wanted too much...

Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)


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Pieces of People

Pieces of People

Walking through my life I spy, a lonesome paper in the mud 
I stare at it wonder why, litter, anybody could 
Pick it up, later to bin, carry on my stroll
There before me see again, on wind another roll

Now I’ve two and I move on, and soon I see a third 
Again I wonder why its done, it all seems so absurd 
A fourth, a, fifth, a sixth I find, I think there’s purpose here
But can’t imagine in my mind, the why remains unclear

Soon so many in my hand, ridiculous it seems
To drop these pieces o’er the land and ruin all the scenes
And then I stop a moment, think, is more to this than meets the eye
And see, though blurry is the ink, on each a word is written wry


At last I thought is time to read and pieces when together sown
Said, come to me for there’s no need, for us to walk this Earth alone
I see the pieces, they are strewn, I gather them, pick up my pace
Will loneliness depart me soon and end the endless paper chase?


R D Seal   9 March 13


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Happy is a Child

True joy is to hold a newborn child Their God's gift to make you smile you'll never find more earthly worth then two souls joining who give birth Grandpa's pride and Grandma's idle for these new parents it's their child To hold, love, teach, nurture and guide They do it all with a smile and pride All of the fear, worry, happiness and joy Unequaled by any store bought toy The richest people, you'll see around Are playing with children on the ground Long life, for a child, to breath earths fresh air Hear the echo, as all repeat the same prayer
Contest entry for "Children in rhtme"


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The Calculation of Loss

I Love The Sound it Makes When The Fingers
Slide String, Switching From Chord to Chord.

                - Like a Straw Piercing Plastic -

Music is My Only Solace, My Withdrawal From
Everything, But it Neglects My Frailty.

                - I Can Hear Their Souls in My Fretboard -

But There's No Sight Any More, No Interaction,
No Touch, No Love. We Are Barren.

                - The Killing of Muses -

The Movement of a Thousand Fingers, Smoothing
Horse Hair Across Suspended Steel.

                - Washes Right Through Me -

They Snuffed out like Candles. One by One
I left Them, and They Went in all Directions.

                - I -

The First One Was an Icebreaker Session,
Right Into Reality, Seeded By Angst.

                 - II -

The Second Destroyed Every Perception
I Had of Love, But I Was So Young.

                 -III-

The Third Made Me Miserable, Masochistic
And Fuelled Entirely By My Loins.

                -IV-

The Fourth, Separated by Inconceivable 
Distance Through My Raw Isolation.

                - So Much Beauty -

But as I Stand Here, Sifting Through Nostalgic 
Debris, I Can't Help But Think... 

...I Lost so Much More.

                


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Trapped by Flood

Flood ravages,making poor to cry and many things to float,
trapped in their homes,they can`t swim and have no boat.






CONTEST"


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Trapped by Flood

Flood ravages,making poor to cry and many things to float,
trapped in their homes,they can`t swim and have no boat.






CONTEST"


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i know now

I know that I am a lover, 
because I have been a fighter,
I know I am a poet, because I 
had been an essay writer.

I know I am strong, because I 
had been weak,
I know I am handsome, 
because I have girlfriends who 
are clique.

I know now that I am an 
optimist, because I have 
suffered the pangs of a 
pessimist,
I know now am a mercenary for 
truth, because I have known the 
pains of an extremist.

I know I am wise because I had 
been foolish,
I know now I am a saver, 
because I had been lavish.

I know now that I can live a life 
of joy, because I have been 
remorse,
I know now that I can be 
married, because I know what 
is a divorce.

I know now I can be good, 
because I have felt badness,
I know now I can laugh, 
because I have known sadness.

I know now I can be creative, 
because I have been 
destructive,
I know now I can be open, 
because I have been 
obstructive.

I know now I am sober, 
because I have been a drunk,
I know now I can perpetuate, 
because I have been a debunk.

And finally
I know now that I can live in 
anticipation, because I have 
lived a life filled with surprises,
I know now that I wear my own 
attitude, because I know what it 
is to live in guises.


I know now…..
I know now……


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Collision of Fate

How Long Has it Been Since Two Strips of Red Flesh
Have Puckered and Uttered The Word Blaze?

The Mind is Void and One By One the Carvings and 
Paintings of My Friends Diminish into Obscurity.

                       - Dust Covered Palette -

Father, I model My Entirety Around Your Genius,
Yet The Misery Does Not Subside Nor Relinquish.

Focusing On One Aspect at a Time, The Self
Destructive Pre-set in My Head is Running.

                        - Right On Schedule -

Pain is Relative, I Have Suffered More Than A
Holocaust Survivor and Less Than an Adored Child.

Sometimes The Acceptance of This Insignificance is
Enough To Make You Shine Brighter Than God.

                        - I Hope One Day -

                                 - Our Paths Collide -




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A LIFETIME FRIEND

                               A LIFETIME FRIEND

He's my husband my partner my lover my friend.
A lifetime spent together until the very end.

We were just teens when we first met.
Us staying together caused our friends to loose their bet.

He taught me the good things I needed to know.
Teaching me about life's highs and lows.

He taught me how to be a good wife and mother.
Also taught me how to treat and be kind to others.

We were both each others childhood sweethearts.
So growing up together we decided to never part.

As the years pass we'll always be together.
Cause we believe our love will last forever.
                Teresa Skyles
Entered in Micheal Hornschuch"Ode to a friend"contest


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BY AND BY PIE IN THE SKY

BY AND BY PIE IN THE SKY recollections are yet to be stilled post obstacle Utopia is unfulfilled faithful we jump, attempt to forget expecting to coast into safety nets in another time or a different place we continue to misuse our mistakes endeavouring to dance star tracks we cannot let go, unleash or relax forgive and forget the ultimate test not trust or invest in outcomes quest by and by the moon always outshines pie in the sky power to impress aligns concluding, deaths drummer begins to drum perceiving we finally see dreams direct sum © Kim van Breda—March 2014


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Just You and Me

We walk hand in hand down to the stream,
Walking in silence as if lost in a dream;

I can hear the slow babble of the creek,
Happier now than I thought I’d ever be;

Soon our fishing poles lay forgotten on the ground,
Just you and me with no one around;

We lie in the shade watching the clouds,
Telling our dreams and wishes aloud;

The horses draw close and then fade away,
Nothing can spoil this beautiful day.


~Tirzah Conway~

~For the "Write Me Rippling Stream" Contest~    June 1, 2011


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The Pleasure Has Been All Mine

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


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

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


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


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


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







Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's

Writing In The Sublime


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I Lost the Love of My Life Today

I lost the love of my life today
I held her hand as she slipped away.

Although my heart wished she would stay
I told her to go, that I’d be ok

for her suffering was too much to bear
And to wish her here would not be fair.

I lost the love of my life today
I’m struggling hard to find my way

She was the one who held me strong
When life was tough and all went wrong.

She was the one whose strength I clung
She was the one my soul had sung

And now she’s gone and I’m on my own
And alls I hear is this endless drone

My mind is numb and my body weak
My soul it has no words to speak

I lost the love of my life today
I Don’t even have the strength to pray

Except to say “dear God Oh WHY”
Why in the world did she have to die?


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Dehydrate Me

She Sings about Love, But She's Broken
On The Inside Like a Dulling Light.

                - He Lost His Muse -
           - But She Lost So Much More -

Maybe None of us are Talented, Maybe
Love Perpetuates Creativity.

                - Onto a Steel Corridor -
            - Spattered With Broken Glass -

The Only Way Out of This is To 
Let The Waves Lap at Your Feet. 

                - So That The Shoreline Weighs -
               - More Than The Deepest Fathoms -

I'll Play With Fireflies in The Twilight, and They'll
Indulge Themselves in My Eyeline Reflections.

                - Fall To Your Knees in the Water -
               - So That The Salt Stains Your Lips -

Sink Your Teeth Into My Neck and Bite
My Mouth, It Was How Your Back Arched.

                - But Don't Ever Let it Bring You Down -
               - If We Burn, We'll Burn Together, Alone -               


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Aging

Aging

Going down on his knees, the old man
Proposed to  his  petite , pretty  Ann
“I have got two questions, to ask” , said he
“First is whether you will marry me“… 
‘ Yup’, said the girl, ‘what is the next?’ ..
’ Up, will you get me ?’, he winked through his specs.

‘About  old age, the signs are three’,
Said another old one with glee,
“The first one is loss of memory….
The other two … , ‘I forgot, sorry’ ”.

“Let’s go upstairs and make love”, said she
“Hun, choose one, can’t do both” , quipped he.

29 Mar 13
•	Based on some of the jokes about old age.

Contest: BIRTHDAY AND AGING HUMOR
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire


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The Voice of Reason

The annoying voice of reason, it follows me around.
I want to buy some trinket, it tells me "put it down".

The voice of reason nags me even when I pay the bills.
It's condescending tone of voice just gives me the chills.

Minimum payment's thirty, so fifty's what I'll pay,
but good old V.O.R. says pay it off, you've no need to play.

The voice of reason says get your sleep, don't party all night long
and karaoke is okay but don't stay 'til the very last song.

The voice of reason gets louder the older that I get.
I used to be able to ignore it, I miss those days and yet

I find myself saying things to kids and grandkids too
that doesn't sound like me at all, it sounds like you-know-who.

In spite of all my objections, the voice of reason and I
are starting to agree on things the more that time goes by.

So now that I am older and rebellion is in the past
l'll just give in and listen to the voice of reason at last.


for Paula Swanson's 'Voice of Reason'contest
18/11/2011


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Through Cobalt Blues I Drifted

This journey of which you now read, happens to many of us
It's what happened to me, my thoughts through the waves in discuss

It was on a normal day, I was fishing on craggy rocks
When out of the blue it came, this wave and me became locked

Salted eyes and gasping for air, hazed glimpses of where I once stood
My thoughts in flickering capture, the youngest of our family brood

The last catch of land I see, as I'm trawled so far into this blue
My heart emitting signals from their youngest, I, their loving true

Deeper and deeper I'm swallowed, marine life simply abounds
For marvels they definitely are, just like those marvels on common ground

Nearly ten minutes has passed, yet I'm as alert as I would normally be
My eyes now appear to be customised, as I view what's all around me

Dolphins play chasing Tuna, Hammerheads patrol like guards
Species like the Mola Mola, so wonderful, their definitely stars

Momentarily I glimpse through the light, as it diminishes into cobalt blues
The sights that I start to see, are species in identity confuse

Upon a fallen whale, it's carcass in steadily clean
Are hundreds of half meter Hag Fish, of them I wouldn't like to dream

Suddenly a movement catches my eye, a Sixgill Shark swims close to me
Strangely I don't feel nervous at all, beside this marvel of the seas

This flowing through these cobalt blues, is like a feeling I've never known
Was there a desire on this day, for the wave to take me, now shown

This journey of which you now read, happens to many of us
On a beach many hours later I awoke, around the schools I now discuss

When ever you are close to the waters, whether oceans, lakes or seas
Me, well I have no answers, be careful and you won't be me



*~*


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Friendship Wish

I have a wish for my all my friends,
that life gives you a smile around every bend.

May the number of your days be many,
for the reason in your life is plenty.

May there be strength in your stride,
and let happiness in life be your guide.

If you find yourself going through hell,
just remember to ring that bell or yell.

I will be there for you my friend,
even if this takes us to our end.

Edward J. Ebbs
Contest: "UPTO TEN LINES any form/theme"


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Wasted Time

I've heard people use these words, since my birth
never truthfully considering, what time is worth

through recess, football games, wars and strife
guess I've wasted time, all throughout my life

like laying in the sun, watching birds in the air
seemingly, flying back and forth, without a care

but then I understand, what's really been seen
Their scouring earth for food, to keep it green

Thinking of all instances, as I go back in time
Time I thought was wasted, was really my climb

From the time of birth, we start climbing stairs
seeing, feeling and learning, of life and prayers

grand-children say "can't afford, to waste any time"
I say "can't afford not to, soon the bell will chime"

signaling the last lap, in your race against time
A chance to help others or keep chasing the dime

If you choose, chasing a dime, for wealth in a bank
your life will be remembered, somewhere on a plank

or choose to help others, your words persist on a troll
teaching "nothing is wasted that's good for your soul"



contest entry


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Drifter

Lines on his face from the seeds he sowed
A drifter living on the open road
Modern day cowboy with an urge to roam
Never found a place he could call home
No one to answer to, never took a wife
Moving around all of his life
Asked him if he ever contemplated cost
Wandering doesn’t necessarily mean lost
Had a girl once, his teenage queen
An accident took her at seventeen
His only love had passed away
He still dreams of her today
He had his reasons for the life he chose
Heading anywhere a warm wind blows
Just a drifter living on his own
With dreams of her he’s never alone
We all have reasons for the choices we make
We all are responsible for the roads we take
For the drifter this life was the only one
He’ll dream of her until his days are done


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Jumpstart - collaboration with Poet Destroyer

How did it come to this?
You and me down memory bliss…

Somewhere in between losing myself …
I misplaced the dust remover off my shelf…

Now I’ll march on, like a cheerful parade…
Smiling my big pearly whites, as you begin to fade...

I disguised the use, when you called me a broken down car…
Adjusting all the plugs under my hood, I reached in too far...

I touched and fondled every mound and tendency inside of me…
All my heart needed, was a brand new battery…

I found my own cure, reviving my broken heart disease…
Blocking the sunburn from jumping, on my heart, like a trapeze…

I got rocks stored in my pocket, that came with a guarantee…  
Sustaining weight on my weakened knees, reassuring me warranty…

That I will get through this, without you to drive…
I have a map of the world, traced on my thighs…

You may have held the moon, but not anymore…
There are millions of galaxies for me to explore … 

Once I face the dark and horrible truth…
That I didn’t like who I was, with you… 

That’s why I shouldn’t be starving, for your attention…
When all you gave me, were paltry inventions…

Instead I’ll wave bye, at my shriveled heart’s cost…
And immediately stop sniffing, our love’s exhaust…

In time you’ll be nothing but a tumbleweed …
A random thought I won’t even keep…

When I’m fully restored, you’ll be left in the dust…
And I’ll be stronger than I ever was


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Depression 3

why cant these people see
the pain that hurts deep inside of me


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Please Listen/ Listen To What I'm Saying

Listen to what i'm saying, and not just what you hear
Don't jump to conclusions, and freeze me in a stare.

You think you know what's going on, but truth is you don't
So you can't tell me what i'm doing wrong, because who REALLY knows?

For all that matters, I could be seriously hurt
But if i said anything, you wouldn't understand at first.

You tell me what I'm thinking, and why I act the way I do,
Since when do you read minds? Thinking your eyes see through?

Well this isn't about what you see, or even what you hear
This is about listening to what I'm saying, but you couldn't care.

I'm telling you this now, just to be treated fair
Listen to what I'm saying, and not just what you hear.


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And Frees Your Robot Mind (little wisdoms)

Iambic Heptameter Couplets (fourteen syllables--seven unstressed--seven stressed)
scansion of first line:

a/LIT/tle/TA/ken/IN/the/MID/dle/'TILL/you/HAVE/e/NOUGH
unstressed syllables: a/tle/ken/the/dle/you/e - seven unstressed syllables
STRESSED SYLLABLES: LIT/TA/IN/MID/TILL/HAVE/NOUGH - SEVEN STRESSED SYLLABLES


AND FREE'S YOUR ROBOT MIND (little wisdoms) A little taken in the middle 'till you have enough: but if you lose it at the limit things get kind of rough. Then tides begin to rise with surges roaring out of tune. The shore is slammed by tides too tough while stealing time too soon. The cynic's anxious life relies on mastery of time. These titan's of naivete make time the bottom line. But nature poets highly versed, in season's change so well, Are highly seasoned well in verse to let time show not tell. The length of life need no acclaim to maximize the same: For life is not the time of fire but time left to the flame. Now prophets and philosophers are known to live long lives; To mark each moment passed seems strange but that's how life survives. To focus on forever is a foolish game to play; Forever is that second lost when death takes you away. Let life be based on every breath and count each one you take: One day of breathing by the count gives life you did not make. So practice simple principles like these and you will live Enriched by new perceptive life which free's your soul to give. When you know how to make each breath become a joy to find It lifts you up and toward the light and free's your robot mind.


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Inner Sanctuary

Inner sanctuary is within us all, it's a cushion if we should fall We can fall for various reasons, indeed in many a season It's when we rebound back to life, we address this inner strife To pick up our pieces, and retrace our paths of life These reasons have to be addressed, investigate shall we For if we take them for granted, who will we turn out to be These passages of life, make us out to be who we are We must allow our inner sanctuary, individually we're all a star Inner sanctuary is within us all, it's a cushion if we should fall So look back and look around, who said it would be a ball ~*~ http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-17.php


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Choices

"If there's a bustle in your hedgerow,
   Don't be alarmed now.
It's just a Spring clean for the May queen.
Yes there are two paths you can go by,
    But in the long run,
There's still time to change the road your on.
And it makes me wonder."


Sometimes people make mistakes
And try some drugs for Heaven's sake.

This fad doesn't make you bad,,,
Friends and family might be sad.

Kids need time to sow wild oats 
Without our hands around their throats.

Eventually they'll find their way.
Doesn't matter what we say!

They'll grow up and pay their way,
Looking back on that one day

When they made their final choice,
Decided on their future voice.

Wonder what the kid will be?
You'll have to wait a while to see!


"Stairway to Heaven"
Led Zeppelin
Written by Page and Plant


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Flower's Life

Silently a flower blooms at the dawn And in the evening's silence, it falls down
+++++++ April 27, 2014 Form : Couplet


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Rat Race




Rat race, rat race,
All going to the same place,
Move faster and pay no mind,
Their games keep mankind blind,
Another number for the rich,
Someday when were in their ditch,

Rights, fights,
Gave them away for ravenous appetites,
Illusions and delusions
I pled guilty to sinister pollution,
Frustration comes 
As humanity goes numb

Rat race, rat race,
Inevitable landslide
Full of pride
Everyone’s lied,
Morality has died,
With arms open wide

America the Great
Like prey, they just wait
Bow down to your money
Make love to your greed
While you feed your need
Vampires now lead.


By: Sabina Nicole
2-14-13


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Angel of Mine

Angel of mine 

I had written a poem called “Deaths Door”
My sleeping problem my wife did endure

From when I lost my spouse
It’s only the dog and I at the house

Before I go to bed I shut the light
Something happened to me one night

I felt a hand on my back waking me
Nobody but the dog here with and me

It could have been a night I lost my breath
An angel may have kept me from death

That angel must be my wife 
Still watching over my life

She watched over me when she was alive
She must still be helping me to survive 


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Finding Your Way

When darkness falls and life seems colder,
I will be the sun and I will be your shoulder.

When your dreams seem to fade,
I will remind you and come to your aid.

May you find from this life what really matters,
I will be your rock and make your troubles scatter.

May you find enough happiness in your life,
I will wish this for you because you are my wife.

Edward J. Ebbs 


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My Cup Runneth Over



My cup runneth over at age seventy-eight Will it ever slow down to give me a break Thought ahead when I was a younger man Love in my seventies was not in the plan However in my mind I'm as active as ever Always can be found searching for pleasure Pleasures we dream from a very young age Like a male of the species locked in a cage Wanting so badly to explore the landscape All too soon our manly prowess escapes We resign to the fact our bodies can't perform As when our youthful stamina was norm Minds are still active as they were back then But the body's changed, takes longer to ascend It's all part of life, this unparalleled journey But we manage to survive all the topsy-turvy © Jack Ellison 2013


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Soulmates or emotional weights

Big and Carrie, a romance that carried
Passion, desire, hunger and thirst
But a bad boy’s love is what hurts the worst
For when one craves and gets an inner inch
For love that’s wings are clipped and stitched
Conditional flight takes root in one’s soul
They forget that unconditional love is the most important goal
For his kind cannot fill the voids inside her heart
Just like an addiction you want to stop after it officially starts
And when she finds pure love she does not know how to receive
For she is used to this man that always picks up and leaves
Soul mates or soul ties that should have been broken
For a writer that’s aware has a special token
Reflection on pages filled with the mind
Could have saved her from going back to Mr. Big in later times.

By: sabina
soul partners
Big and Carrie


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Past Time

I am ten and crossing home.
Two players missed it, as it rolls on and on.
An error if you're scoring the play,
but I call it a home run on my first day.
I am ten, and I have found my first love
in a tattered ball, and a hand-me-down glove.

I am twenty, and I am throwing hard.
Beading sweat, please stay in the yard!
Each pitch thrown with a hope and a prayer.
Scholarship athletes can't be only fair.
Medical school looms larger than the Show.
A privilege for few, but I don't want to go.

I am thirty and I cannot put it down.
Sundays the old men come around.
Love of the game a common bond.
The bat is no longer a magic wand.
Reminiscing about those bygone days.
I can no longer beat out those close plays.

I am forty, and I watch with delight.
My own boys throwing with all their might.
A lump in my throat, a moist eye.
I contentedly look on and sigh.
I've passed down the love to the next generation,
and I wouldn't trade that for a standing ovation.


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The second miracle,,,,,,,

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

Long life for this child, breathing the earths fresh air

Teachers were given this precious gift, from your guiding hands 

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

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

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

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

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

They overcame each obstacle and hurdle that you made 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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This Righteous Reign

There is a place where deserts bloom and loving is the law
Where miracles are commonplace and sorrows come to fall

When desires flower amidst the fields of singing lily throngs
And sin, with its razors edge, is a foregone ancient song

It is a place by streams of life, where marigolds do thrive
Where misty aqua canopies supply pleasures to our lives

Then luscious verve and greenery on mountaintops do grow
And pleasures we past put aside, no longer do forgo

Here, patchwork friendships sawn asunder are seamlessly re-sewn
And trees of men and sapling sons for times long lost atone

Oh, how I long for these dear times when nations breathe as one
When frozen tongues of languages have melted in the Son

No pain, no sickness, no sullen thoughts - no lurking death to fear
To see the work of one’s own hands, for all eternity to cheer

This passionate air, this prospect true, this paradise re-claim
Oh, how I strive to walk the path to see this righteous reign


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Life Sans Soup

Ah, life would surely be tasteless without a ladle of Soup each day!
Ah, the variety of delectable verse to choose from that bountiful buffet!

There is romantic verse, hot and spicy, to warm the cockles of the heart!
Inspirational and insightful poems from the poets' very souls to impart!

So delightful are the witty and humorous ditties that evoke a grin,
And so are the spiritual writes that warn us against the perils of sin!

We learn so much from the historical ballads written by our creative peers,
And read of the vicissitudes of life that bring the hardest of hearts to tears!

Others write of the brave deeds of soldiers that swell our breasts with pride.
Still, others write of the grandeur of God's Creation so great and wide!

'Tis so pleasing to read glowing tributes to others written from the soul!
We enjoy tales of cowboys, their saddle sores and favorite watering hole!

Poetry Soup offers splendid opportunities for budding poets and is first rate,
But the folks who ladle out the Soup to receptive minds are what make it great!

Ah, life would certainly not be complete without my Soup 'fix' each day!
Ah, the variety of delectable verse to choose from that bountiful buffet!

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

Placed No. 3 in David Williams' "Life Without Soup" Contest - February 2012


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War and Allegiance

It was there, in lands afar, where 
War knew nothing of disdain and mar

Where winds wafted zest amongst cavalry,
And dignity was a line drawn upon rivalry

It was a time when death beheld justice,
And when the sinful held torment for injustice
 
It was when nobility was a statue of gold,
And when religion, in word and action, was told

There was infidelity yes! Disloyalty, and deceit,
But goodness then, would always be there to compete
 
It is death today… it is venom in blood,
It is only plight, and fear of all but God…


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Plastic Flowers

I just thought as I looked at the table,
to love I am no longer able.
I look at the vase,
take a second look just in case.
It came to me,
our so called love I now see.
Our love may be fake but forever will last,
despite our troublesome past.
Plastic flowers I stare,
not real but who would care.
Our love is as fake as the flowers,
to revive you would need powers.
Yet fake flowers need no tending,
and love you are not sending.
You can just leave them their,
forever they'll last not needing air.


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THE VETERAN

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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Mr Wonderful

A broken promise, demoralized man who is incapable of being true, 	
A thoughtless coward, oblivious clown, this is what I think of you,

A woeful chicken, a runaway guy is how you're now portrayed,
A selfish critter, a prideful morsel is the reputation you have made,

When flesh spoils in a slaughter house the smell of you comes to mind,
For your manipulation has made you completely colorblind,

In your mothers soil you were the bad seed,
As you grew up we realized you were just a weed,

A fragmentation, with no revelation is who you really are,
A scab that stopped healing, the beggar who keeps on stealing, now just another scar,

A predicable cycle, a sick little mess, a hidden agenda that isn’t well dressed,
A miserable liar, disposable fool, too bad you weren’t like an infertile mule,

Just like a wolf, you would consume your own,
For apparently humanity was something you were never shown,

Just like wild animals that abandon their first litter,
You fit right in, you unoriginal quitter.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written:9/29/11
Contest:Angry


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Friendships

Friends, hold tight, with each friendship combined
Take care of, gather ‘round, like wildflowers entwined

Befriend new bonds, they will grow faster than you know
Advice, they like your voice, just listening to it flow

Give all that you will, become closer than you can
Listen, love, it will last a lifespan.
 

©Holly P. Moore  
   February 2013


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My Quiet Place

My quiet place is when my son is at school and my husband is at work the house is so quiet at times I can't remember the joy and fun. I get mighty lonesome at times but I know that I will have Caleb home soon and Wayne sometimes gets to drop by and say hello. He comes and goes so fast I get to feeling like we don't connect with eachother very much. 
I get in my comfy chair and open the door and blinds to see the nature outside. Nature is my most written about subject especially the birds and flowers. 
The different colors in the sky and flowers are a great inspiration to me. I know others who can be in a room full of people and tune out life and keep on writing. That is not me.
I need to be in a comfy envrionment.

My home is a quiet lonesome
Other dwellers roam free
My home is lonely with just me
Others don't care to be

Informed of my heart and souls depth
My home calls me to go
Where One knows and is known truly
Beyond the sky's rainbow

For Sara Kendrick's contest My Quiet Place


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Writer's Block

You know what I hate about writer’s block,
How my creativity is hidden behind a lock;

Time ticks away as I stare at my screen,
My heart beating faster from the strain of caffeine;

The cursor flashing lulls me to doze,
Til a fly lands smack on the tip of my nose;

I swing at the fly and glance at the clock,
How did 10 AM turn into 5 O’clock;

I stand and I stretch and then walk away,
And say goodbye to another wasted day;

Maybe tomorrow will inspire my brain,
Or I could be slowly going insane…


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Just Need A Hug

I ponder a purpose from above
I really could use some of his love

Searching from deep within
I wonder how things will end

If I could shed a single ray of light
This would bring me smiles of delight

If a smile to a child I could bring
My heart would feel fresh as spring

Coming to the aid of one in need
This is how my heart seems to feed

Wiping a tear from a soulful heart
Helps keep me from falling apart

If my life has not been in vain
Why then do I suffer this pain

I am still lost on this planet we call earth
Why have I been this way since birth

Edward J. Ebbs - Spring 2006


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A Tribute to Jack Russel

He was graced with long life as the work he required,
A present flame, aft he retired,
He deepened the souls that sat before him,
And made them express with written decorum.
He read their assignments with special attention
That challenged and called forth youth's finest rendition. 
He opened the door to a life well read,
His students entangled in Baalat's web.

Gazing back through the specularium of time 
One saw an intellect so immensely fine
That it slightly abashed those of higher grade,
His light joining their lights where others fade.
Moving on one lingered a bit in the past,
Still meeting challenges from his intellect, so vast.
That it scarce was contained 
In the role for him framed. 

His soul now borne upon the Stygian Lake
Leaves proper grammar trailing in its wake;
This gentle muse vanished in the night,
The curtains closed, doused the light.  
No need for stately obelisk oe'r his bier
To greet mournful pilgrims once a year;
For though he'll be long gone, 
The phallic symbol, he loved so, lives on.


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IMPRESS ME SON

                  IMPRESS ME SON


Brevity is the span of life, it is so short ;
But linear is victory without any short-cut.

The world you see now is a battle field ;
Doggedness is the only mean to the yield.

A hand that sowingly itself deceives;
Cries in vain upon what it later  receives.

Be not a leaner but self reliant;
Hunt not fly nor ant but kill the giant.

Remember,the whole world is yours;
Limitation is in nowhere but in us.

Impress me son now that I may   smile;
That I may be proud of you in Niger or Nile.

Behold, you are the last leg of my race;
Fail not son, in your hand is the ace.



User’s name  : Kayod5.
Contest         : Impress me ll !.
Sponsor        : Giorgio V.




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Look Mom No Hands Couplet Challenge

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


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"God's Bad Rap"


Love is Christianity not religion
Religion is devised of mind mischief!

Love dwells not religiously in a mind of mischief
But a mind swells religiously in it’s mischief!

So renew the mind to be Love’s kind
Dwell not religiously in the mind!

Folks, Love is all the reality there is
Not of ego of mind’s show biz!

Temporal lessons of life a quiz
To teach your mind where your Love is!

Your mind displays your tree of death
And by it’s tongue accomplishes it’s quest!

Speak now or forever hold your peace
Good advice, first determine your yeast!

Is it religion or is it Love
Of the mind or of a heart of Love!

There is no power but of God’s Love............................................(c Ro. 13:1)(I john 4:8)
Love, the power of your choice, death or life!............................(c Deut. 30:19)(Pr. 18:21)

Without the very mercies of Love
Humanity never would rise above!

The being of choice, life or death
Every human being has voice of choice!

Foolish to blame a God who is Love
For the death of your very own voice!

1-9-10 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com


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Won't it be a sweet sixteen

How is it going?
I hope life is still as flowing
because it isn't right now.
At fourteen, you only get faults and fouls.

Will you look back at me today
and laugh in a despising way?
What will you do, who will you meet?
Are you still willing to help the beggars on the street?

Is your heart full of passion or has it turn cold?
Do you praise yourself or do you still scold?
Do you still see the world in blackish white or reddish blue?
Do you still want to bid your sadness adieu?

Are you alone right now, do you remember me?
If you don't, then please look at the willow tree.
You know which one, it's behind our lawn.
I carved my name on it before December's dawn.

If you look at the initials you might recall
the memories you had of me and him late that fall.
Maybe you aren't as innocent as you were any more
but that's okay because life wouldn't be such a bore.

Tell me about yourself, tell me what's going on.
I want to know if you still visit that lake of swans,
that wooden tree house and that fort made of vines.
I want to know everything, isn't anything fine?

In two years, you'll tell it all
but hey, no one's stopping me from breaking the walls.
I want to know my future, I want to know you
so I will be aware of what I'll shortly go through.

Hopefully I'll get a reply soon,
probably on my birthday, some time in June.
You'll write to me and solve the mystery
that once was hope, but built your history.

~17-12-2012


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Maybe it's too soon

We speak words of wonder
We speak words of doom

We wonder why we fight again
Maybe it's too soon

We have thoughts of beauty 
We have thoughts of technology

Our thoughts are disrupted by the constant technological barrage 
Ironically the ideas that created this technology were applied in a garage

Not in a fancy office with a worlds worth of knowledge just a click away
The thought was that this technology would help us evolve as a race

It has in many ways however it's stagnated many lives
With the ease of technology today the general public have closed their eyes

To the corruption that runs rampant in so many forms
To the possibility that we can rise above the norm

The situation isn't hopeless
Just start to think about this


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The Short Story

Night and day I seek surprise to touch to feel to be alive
for this, each day I do revive, to learn, to grown for this I strive.


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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...

www.scripca.com


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Reality

In the horizon I can see,
a figure of masculinity.

Carrying flowers for his love.
I wish it were him I thought of.

Romantic, not a care to be had.
No tears I shed when I am sad.

You would feed me grapes under the moon.
Sing me ballads making me forever swoon.

The stars would sparkle and shine.
Knowing forever you would be mine.

Then I could say I truly felt love.
Adored like a sweet cooing dove.

We can then be married together.
I could take your name forever.

The honeymoon would be bliss.
Every night sealed in a passionate kiss.

Then when I awake to a mountain of laundry.
Breakfast eggs where the yolks are runny.

Children screaming about life unfair.
A lost tennis shoe seems to be nowhere.

The bills were all due last week.
My voice is to hoarse I can barely speak.

I stare out the kitchen window with a dish in hand.
The pets are begging for me to meet their demand.

This is how real life turns out, so back to work,
washing my plates, spoons, and dirty forks.


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The coming spring




I can touch buds on spring flowers as they open to greet the sun
Smell a sweet scent in the breeze, as the darkness starts to run 

feel on my cheek  ray's of the sun as life emerges from their bed
I taste the salt from my tears, GONE, is that what they said? 

If come spring my time on earth, should be ended with one word
I will do my best for family, to teach reason and spread your word

How do I teach family of my knowledge, hope God will please employ
How can this man teach his family, when he has lost all hope and joy?

Can the only one on earth to love or share this sorrow with be you 
Lost like falling leaves of spring, moving only when a cold wind blew

Realizing I'm caught between dying and dead just as these leaves
No happiness or joy just asking why, when, what or if I have to leave

Make good use of this man but, children dying take hope from this old boy
grand-child can't live, why should I survive without love, hope and joy?




Death is a thief of a child


"If spring is all the time I have to finish teaching what I know 
I'll teach what I can of life to my family without shedding tears"


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What Is Truth, Question Mark

 "What is truth?" Pilate plainly asked, 
 if a relative lens is one's looking glass. 

 What's right for you is different for me. 
 We haven't the same perfect eyes to see. 

 Do we seek to define our own, 
 when who could know truth but God alone? 

 How can one know which truth is right, 
 if holding a broken glass and not viewing with light? 

 How do we know God really exists? 
 The answer's written on our fingerprints. 

 We are made in His perfect image, 
 but the curse of sin reveals the damage. 

 A moral conscience is painted within. 
 It becomes more tainted the more we sin. 

 Where is the standard, if our conscience is led? 
 Some are soft, while others are hardened. 

 It's okay to murder the innocent, 
 an ignorant mob was convinced. 

 The bible says murder's a sin. 
 Is it THE Word, or a cultural spin? 

 Jesus claims," I am THE way, THE truth, THE life." 
 But people sometimes give this strife. 

 What sets Him apart from all the others? 
 He's the only one that saves without works. 

 God came down, as Jesus in humility. 
 He reaches to us, while others seek to reach. 

 Who is this God people try to understand? 
 What is our purpose, and what is His plan? 

 This is a great mystery, revealed in prayer. 
 Is truth found in Jesus, or elsewhere? 

 "What is truth?" people still ask today.
 Where are you going, and who leads the way?


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Life's puzzle



Are we people seeking answers to our lives, hopes and dreams?
From beginnings of our youth, we're taught to plot and scheme

In life we learn to make our place and to maximize our dreams
We work to pay our way, or are we paying for others schemes?

To respect all of the people, who seek prominence and wealth
Learn from leaders of this world, and stack the hand you're dealt 

Your worth and happiness are found by seeking wealth in coin
only a few can take but, all must pay, it's all in the club you join

You sell your smile's for a dollar, and your freedom for your joy 
Fact is your still building monuments for coin collectors to enjoy

Leaders use people in this world, for labor as a remote control toy
push a button, pull the stick, to control each women, man and boy 

Is their similarity, of life and history we've learned from all our books?
This life you've led, was it the plan to leave our children on the hook?

It's said we can learn from our past, to avoid making the same mistake
less intelligence then the ape man, as we teach mistakes not to make

Having the same ideas, of our worth, as when Jesus walked this earth
Do you think the value of our life, is the number of coins we are worth?

Think you've missed the meaning of this journey, ever since your birth?
Our journey is to learn and teach, all the children, not to take the mirth.

In his words, the circle of life is to be followed by heaven, as we all know
with an eternal peace, happiness and joy, without pain, suffering or woe

Instead of chasing coin and following false leaders like herds of sheep
spread destruction and defile the air, sea and land for more coins to heap

Shouldn't we prepare to enter Heavens gate, if this is what we seek?


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Dear Me

December 12, 2012

Dear Me,

Advice to Myself

~~~~~~~~~~~

Go through the open door
Dreams await you and more

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

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

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

Be thankful for your blessings
Remember everything is a lesson

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

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

Changes, Suggestions to Myself

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

Love, Me

David Williams “Hello/Goodbye” Contest


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Love Flew Out the Window - Revised

Love flew out the window, the wind took it away
Hoping you would catch glance, but you did not look its way

There are no beats filling my heart, our love is now untwined
Like a captain abandoning ship, I will leave it all behind

Ears not needed for listening, there is nothing to converse
Two people branded by papers that are difficult to reverse

Feeling like a punished child, I am done giving reasons
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall...I just need a change of seasons.

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012



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True Colours We Are All

What ever flicked the switch, to decide from their within To deem another not worthy by the colour of their skin We, upon this wonderful planet, we're each and all the same Nature decreed our colours, born we are of different acclaim No matter from where we come from, no matter to where we go We all sail the rivers of life, and our many colours should flow The next time you walk your streets, in cities and your towns When the sun shines upon us, we're neither white nor brown For although she shines on us, to her we're all the same We are shadows, we are no different, so why do others claim


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Only you can understand

Selfish, compulsive, 
the old flesh must die,
Inside I know I need to just cry,
Let out the years like a cleansing rain,
Allow the Almighty to take away the pain,
Fear of failure keeps me locked down,
Only in Your presence
Does my mind become sound,
Questions unanswered,
The future is in Your hands,
My God it’s because of You I can even stand,
How to uncover, peel apart what is wrong,
I write it in poems and play it in songs,
The whole operation needs a charge from the source,
I’m in your school absorbing every course,
Faith and trust,
Is an absolute must,
To become whole again,
Not just pretend,
I must continue to pursue the one holding my hand,
Only HE CAN FULLY understand,
I must patiently wait,
While I rejuvenate,
For His kingdom to come,
For His will to be done,
Inner peace,
Calms the sea,
His love is what finally set me free.

BY: Sabina Nicole


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Diverging Cross roads

Lady with expressions of peace, grace and poise Aura of calm, aloof from surrounding cacophony of noise A motherly sculpture stands there all alone Memorable remains of mortal, ages by-gone She oozes all woman-like beauty and charisma Still standing at cross-roads of life, in a dilemma At night, secretly she weeps silent sad tears Drop by drop, dreams and desires flow, washed out by fears A searing pain shoots up from the hollows of emptiness In a world full of people, she's surrounded by loneliness Lest her plaster of Paris mask cracks, as pangs surface above She yearns achingly, regretting her long forsaken love There is sometimes too much worldly, put up at stake Burdened with Duties to perform, sacrifices to make Craving for soft whispers of love, she longs for freedom To love and be loved unconditionally, reign as Queen of her kingdom A contemporary heart tied down at the altar of tradition She'd rather spread wings, soar high in the sky of ambition Not wanting at all to lead a divided soulless life Still went on being the dutiful mother and wife Day in and day out, she spent years of life, pondering Which path of the cross roads to take, ever wondering Until one day God saw this fine woman of Virtue He transformed her then into an inspiring immortal statue Till this day this the gracious Lady at the cross roads stands there Reminding us of such women quietly living among us,everywhere! Yesha Shah for Gail Doyle's "Standing at a Cross roads contest"


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I'm Not Your Fool

You're a calculated master slayer
an evil manipulator

so go away out of my sight.  See you, so long
I will not miss you when you are gone

Your oozing poors shower with honey
but all that you're after is power and money

You're pretentious, sinister and fooling a few
but you'll answer to a higher call much higher than you

Get your facts straight because they will check
to see how many lives you've attempted to wreck

Get on the next train haulin' fast down the track
I'm so grateful you're not coming back


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Ring Leader

Personally I don't like the way he gets up 
Every morn sqawking, strutting his stuff around, don't like, yup

Ring leader in the morn with his self-centeredness
His behavior exudes narcism and great abrasivesness

His neck stretched, chest extended, muslces flexed ready
This Rhode Island Red crows from dawn 'til sun up and steady

  

Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Personifying Science
Written: 09-26-13

A form of Poulter's Measure 
Written in rhyming couplets


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Dirty Dan

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

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

                              But what if that was me
                              Crying out with such pitty

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

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

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

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

                              
                             Drove by an hour later
                             Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter

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


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Garage sell Poetically

If I could sell away some baggage
Tears and fears would be first to list

My hubbies lackadaisacal attitude
My sore joints and perfectionist tendencies

My son's messiness and lack of sage
Clutter and papers need not exist

Inheritance clutter has in'eptitude
Weighing heavy on my thoughts

For the contest by SKAT
9/6/12


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Romantic thought

My thirst, to taste the sweetness of life, within your eyes
Will not be quenched, by watching the moonlight skies

Your eyes are like blue green pools, that envelop my soul 
With waves that caress my essence, making me whole

I see the waves pulsating, watching your lips, inviting my hope
Eagerly anticipating, life's true joy, held in your lips supple slope

As our fingers touch fingers, our lust, desire bursts into a flame
That light sky and heaven, as our love and devotion we proclaim

With our love, passion, and desire, at last released with our vows
Live Life with, Passion, Love and Laughter, no need to browse


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I light my candle from within contest

I light my candle from within,
Deep in my heart is where it begins,
                          
Igniting passion, adoration, and devotion,
Its luster penetrates through any form of commotion,
                                      
Darkness has to flee,
When this fire burns in me,
                                      
Shades of gray must depart,
When the intensity of this fire starts,
                               
I light my candle from within,
For who I am is far beyond my skin,
            
Overpowering impressions can be seen past any person’s lies,
For the gate way to the soul is through the opening of ones eyes.


By: Sabina Nicole
contest: I light my candle
written 9/21/11


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The Aria of New Life

Carried upon the dancing wind
Enters a brand new air of spring

Fiddles playing 'round the prairies
Where bloom sweet poppies and daisies

High pitch pipes of rejoicing birds
Gather in excitement with earth

For it has just received new birth
Round the country, no trace of thirst

The rains have donned their fortitude
The soil now rich with aptitude

The farmers celebrates new life
For their tears of pain have been wiped.

Even God someday will forget
The blood, tears and sweat that were shed.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 06.20.11


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Question for all the ladies

                                                





                                                 Ladies if he doesn't cater
                                                 to his mother,what makes 
                                                 you think he will cater to
                                                 you?  


                                          Figure out how he treats his mother 
                                          and you'll know what to expect for you.


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A Perfect Day

I sink into the steaming bath and soak my cares away,
A glass of wine to cure the pain the damp brought on today;

No screaming son to demand my time, today is just for me,
A book is all I need to be as content as I can be;

I call the local pizza place as the water cools and bubbles fade,
I order up a large for me and hope it’s not delayed;

Soon the delivery man is on his way with a heavenly pizza pie;
And I intend to enjoy every slice, just me, myself and I;

The rain is coming down in torrents as I snuggle up on the couch;
I slowly start feeling more like me, instead of Oscar the Grouch;

I turn on my favorite movie, the one I’ve seen a thousand times;
I enjoy every second as I relax, feeling sublime;

My family will be home soon and their needs I’ll have to tend;
The sun sinks lower in the sky, as my perfect day draws to an end.


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Anger

Emotionally challenged as the conflict entails,
Red faced and pacing with swear words that gel.
Fury growing, adrenalin’s rushing tide,
Needs a focusing outlet for the tempest to ride.

If left without stoking, it festers and waits
For the hook that will drop, it just needs some bait.
Strong in the clutches in grabbing one’s heart,
The body’s reaction makes shaking limbs start.

The brain is not thinking when blinded in ire,
Control is all lost if burned by the fire.
Fear that consumes us helps create the danger,
A weapon, destroyer, and it is called anger.


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Met A Friend On A Bench

The old woman shifted her weight from her hip.
As I sat down beside her she chewed on her lip.

I flashed her a smile and wished her good morning.
She did not expect me to speak without warning.

This old wooden bench had pulled us together.
on this beautiful morn of clear springtime weather.

Finally she grinned and she whispered hello.
I reached out my hand and she took it so slow.

"You have such kind eyes" she said with a smile.
So we sat on this bench and chatted for awhile.

All her years had made her enchanting to me.
I asked her if she'd like to come have some tea.

I made a dear friend for life that day
as I listened to all she had to say.

Now the morning waned but the friendship grew.
This bench had brought me luck I knew!



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The Ugly Sin

We can't get back the years we have lost
The Demon inside stole you at all cost

The father you loved and trusted in
Took your innocence a mortal sin

Your broken spirit yearns more of the same
Now he tells me... that I am to blame

I should have not left you and trusted him
Denial has ways of making life grim

Now what can I do since he took my child
In ways someone could never take mild

I have no witness but you my sweet girl
Protecing your secret till God's grace unfurls

In bed thinking what could I have done
Of all Ugly... this the ugliest one~


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Wheels of Confusion

Wheels of confusion, amidst an abyss of mind To declare a love for another, whilst another is left aside But this other that's left aside, was never really aside at all What does that say for the other, in his mind stands ten feet tall Wheels of confusion, amidst an abyss of mind Is this how relationships are, indeed a different kind One near, one far, shows distance does have it's say When the other who's not so close, his distance keeps him at bay Wheels of confusion, amidst an abyss of mind Me, I'm the other, always at distance, is where I'd find It's the one in the middle that abhors, playing with the others lives For her wheels of confusion shall ever spin, for games within her strive Wheels of confusion, amidst an abyss of mind Me, I'm the other, the above I leave behind *~* http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-17.php


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Niaslooi

Niaslooi.

Not because I like the word
In truth, it’s one I’ve never heard
Any other could not be
Specific in nonentity
Logical is not required
Order neither is desired
Of nothing yet, I can deny
Importance of niaslooi

Not just a list of things to do
In days that lay ahead of you
Any event of consequence
Specific in its use or sense
Logical, a life some hope
Order is of tangled rope
Of everything, I now see why
Importance of niaslooi.



For ‘One Word’, Contest
R D Seal   9 March 13


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A Room With No Doors

There is a place that I can hide in...
Its a world that holds past sins...

With walls that let me scream...
With no doors that close on dreams...

Where judgement comes from the heart...
With no blinders to slow my start...

A safe place I can step in and out of...
Where mistakes die, and there's only love...


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bucket list of wants

Tons more I wish to do, Much more I want to do, Before I am laid on the pyre facing the sky deep blue, Much more I wish to do………. I want to scale scary heights, I want to bungee jump without any fright. I want to travel rough terrains on bikes, I want to make it through forests and go on long hikes. I want to wander singing songs, I want to sing about how I mended my wrongs. I want to be creative again , I want to write about my joys thrills and pain. I want to pour my heart and passion in my works, I want to write verses & haikus without reactions knee jerks. I want to take many a calculated risks, I want to learn from the entire process without shortcuts or fancy tricks. I want to contribute for a good cause, I want to give without siphoning material or emotional dross. I want to untangle messed up issues, I want to wipe off tears with empathy laced tissues. I want to work on taboo subjects, I want to solve regression of y on x. I want to listen to my music loud, I want to pen my work in a place far from the madding crowd. I want to sow seeds and many a plant, I want to bask in sun rays that into my room slant. I want to drench in the rains, I want to make paper boats and sail them in the drains. I want to pick up from the ground and smell fresh wet earth, And then joyously have my speech filled with mirth. I want to boldly write about myself only for me, I want the world to know me & my mind as they will always see. I want to meet often the persons, who mean a lot to me, I want to be able to emote my passions and feelings of love and glee. I want to be happy about just any small thing, And all this I want to do before the last breath to my nostrils I bring. Facing the blue skies on my funeral pyre, I want to be on the best craft my soul can hire…. All this I want to do very soon, Before sets into me dreaded gloom. But the life I live is taking its toll, I am yet to get out of this oblivious hole. Time is just right to set aside, And take a ride Fulfill my wants and dreams that I nurtured in me to grow, And I had put away sheathed in a cocoon of time many years ago. Now I don’t want a moment long, And I will do what I want and sing my own song, And do what in me I let grow, Many, many years ago.
by: Sashi.Prabhu


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A TIME TO EVERY PURPOSE

 
                             
l ... l l ...
when seasons fade to autumn then bloom to spring and in between a tick gives birth or dies to a winter sun, life’s seasons change from laughter to tears like a wing accepting; just as one begins, its ritual is almost done. Then back around again and again with one more swing as the hands of years’ journeys are fast-forward spun. Whether crimson trees , snowflakes , ruby fire or rain, each cycle has a timely walk through breath span’s lane. A time to mourn, a time to dance: there is a season; embracing the heaven's compass itself without reason.
(c) “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven:” -- Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 ---------- John Freeman's Faith Verses Poetry: 1st prize For PD's contest By: nette onclaud


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TIME

Time is yesterdays tomorrow, tomorrows yesterday, grasped for and then lost
We fight for it and attain it, then waste it, only then to find out what it really cost.

Entry for Contest sponsored By: Black Eyed Susan


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If I were a Guy Contest

If I were a guy
I’d actually enjoy wearing a suit and tie,
I wouldn’t feel uneasy about walking down a late night city street
And high heels would become obsolete,
I’d sleep an extra hour every day, never worrying about running late
For id have no more makeup and hair to prepare when I had to wake
I’d be pleasant four weeks out of the month instead of just two
With No more cramps and mood swings to attend too
Id saves money on tampons, Midol and all the many types of underwear
It would be lovely to take off my shirt on a beach and have no one care
I’d adore my mate, basically worship her, while being extremely nice
For I no longer would have to worry about births physical price
If I gained a few pounds I sure wouldn’t mind
Plenty of overweight men have women who are mighty fine
Statistically speaking I’d have a better chance at making more money
Even if I was an egotistically dummy
I would get to stand up when I pee
This would come in handy constantly!
No more worrying about a lack of tissues or dirty toilet seats,
 I’d give my Sergeant a little shake with no concerns about a leak
Let’s not forget all the hours spent on shaving
That would be another time consuming cost in which id be saving
My friends would not complain wine and gossip constantly
If a fight broke out id forgive them and we would all just let it be
Going camping and fishing would be easier for grooming would be so simple
I wouldn’t freak out if I had a sudden pimple
Plastic surgery would not be a thought that ever ran through my mind
For the older a man gets the sexier and more refined
Wrinkles and gray hair makes him look sophisticated
Women see these features and become completely jaded
I'd rarely have to be bothered with perverts at any store,
The simplicity of my beautiful life I would be thankful for.

P.S However, I Love being a woman...


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A Second Chance

A Second Chance

For so many years I had my wife
Now it’s sadness that fills my life

I miss that time we would caress 
I miss the touch of tenderness

I talk to my wife every day  
Love is one of the words I say

I loved to smell my wife’s hair
I wish I had a lock of it here 

Your gone and out of sight
To heaven you will be my shining light 

At the end of my life
I will again be with my wife

In heaven again my wife and me
A second chance it will be
                                 


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Surrounded

Songs and minutes, smoke and maroons
Swirl and shake in a majestic monsoon

Words and winds radiate from this relic
But it's heartily broken, hardening into a brick

She's surrounded by specks of sparkling sand
But notices nothing in this loathsome land

She feels frustrated-- thrown for a lonesome loop
In the desert and deserted, all she does is stoop

It's not a secret that she's surrounded
But how she remains alone leaves her astounded

She looks, and listens, and does legwork
But somehow all she sees is dust and dirt

There's not a place of paradise-- one oasis
Except for her lone entity that can grace all graces

Her feelings have descended, discouraged by not a find
How can a sapphire so beautiful be so blind?


March 2010


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Isn't it Time, We Seen

Isn't it time for us to realise For us to realise, we simply open our eyes Once opened eyes can see, intake in us reveals When we simply open our eyes, the seeing in us feels And once our eyes have opened, opened wide to our world Opened eyes incredibly heard, when opened no longer absurd Isn't it time for us to realise, that all eyes see the same It's our minds that cannot see, in each we are life's blame <*>


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Broken Heart, For Sale

Saturday, rain or sun, garage sale, moving from my old heritage apartment. Years of collecting, some must go, things that have given me such contentment. Two china cabinets, one from Mom, one from Grandma, remembering with a smile. Perhaps, I can somehow fit them in, my lofty new pad, wall to wall china cabinet style. As I go through my many things and stuff, I have to laugh and say, "why did I ever get that!" Clothing gothic, retro and vintage lace, shoes, handbags, jewelery and even some hats. A broken and battered old filing cabinet, it holds years of poetry written from my heart. Need to find a new filing system for sure, should I sell some." Oh no we can never be apart!" Vases and vases, colourful and quite lovely, dusty on my window sill for years, quite useless. Porcelain dishes from Grandma, quite pretty, in my cupboards for years, lost in forgetfulness. Old movies, much watched, VHS outdated, music and well lets say it, just loads, tons of stuff. How does one say goodbye? Time to shed the old, garage sale, Saturday, rain or sun." This will be rough!" Written September 8, 2012 For the contest, A Poets Garage Sale Sponsored by Skat


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Gods Resonance

There's A Fine Line Which Can Be Traced
Between love and Insanity.

                             - The Division of Gods -

It Spreads itself Through The Air
Like a Cancer To The Flesh.

                              - The Division of Cells -

He's Taken Shelter From The World,
Right at the Back of His Mind.

                               - The Division of Thought -

All This Worlds a Playground, And All
The Children Have Grazed Knees.

                                - The Similarity of the Human -

The Ethereal Bark Stains, Punched The
Time Card in His Memories.
 
                                - The Manipulation of Nostalgia -

He'll Stand in The Middle of the Swing Set
At 1am, With an Imaginary Sun on his Back.

                                - The Degradation of Purpose -

He Ponders To Himself That Loneliness Has No Alternative.
As He'll Never Share His Mind With Anybody Else. 

                                - The Destruction of Ignorance -

                                    - The Unachievable Bliss -


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A Social Disaster

I walk into door frames, I trip up the stairs.
I rant on about stuff, when nobody cares.

I say all the wrong things, and freak people out.
It's just theres no filter, from my brain, to my mouth.

I'm socially awkward, and horribly shy.
I barely say hello, and never say goodbye.

I'm one of those people, who tends to just stare.
Then complain about you, forgetting you're there.

I'm sullen and mean, as barbed as wire fence.
I'm so insecure, it's a form of defense.

I'm bad at making friends, but when I do.
I make it for life, my friendship is true.

When I walk anywhere, i stare at the ground.
That's why I accidentally knock people down.

I laugh at bad jokes, and all the wrong times.
I take it too far, misinterpret the signs.

When i talk and I'm nervous, it makes me talk faster.
I might as well face it, I'm a social disaster!


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November

My old home town, 12 years old and playing in the hay
preparing feed as I waited for sunrise, that fateful day
The suns warm rays broke the dark crispness of my world
Just as if windblown leafs,  the rays of light began to whorl

It nudged life, to wake from sleep, on this November day
Then painted my world in colors, instead of moonlit gray
Thankful to see the sun, tend animals, I didn’t disobey
I cleaned up, caught the bus, to learn at school this day

A simple, wonderful life, in a world that's about to change
As we listened, we learned our ideas aren't so strange
My teacher's and classes are great but, I must confess
we'd see movies, even watch TV, but not to an excess

After lunch I had history, maybe he had a movie to see
But, in class he looked sad as I heard the intercom key
"Our President has been shot, teachers turn on your TV"
As we watched tears flowed, it wasn't a movie we'd see

Learning of fear, uncertainty, hope and prayer I bereave
That life is like a roller coaster, on this day, as we grieve
My world and life changed this day, seeing life so brutal
Was it pointless to live free, an effort seemingly so futile?

I struggled with this many years, then in 1969, I choose
It's better to die free, than live in fear of what you oppose



A fragment of my life.


Started writing this for Broken Wings contest
but, I lost track of time


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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
...now 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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A Flame Once Burned

A Flame Once Burned

The new girl gathered her books as the class bell did ring
That’s when I noticed my heart’s spark began to fling
I followed her to physical Ed
I wanted to say hi but my boldness fled
Shafted by my own lack in doubting
Afraid her truth sparks would be most disheartening 
Next to the fire extinguisher the cafeteria door I did wait
Fueling flame of passion my thoughts which did innovate
I spied her and lingered the more inflamed
But the bow’s arm she tightly did clang
Sadly diminished my heart’s heaping flame
I stood at the door as she and he did pass
This flame which once burned seemingly did not last
Sadden and chard what had flamed so brightly
I bowed my head to walk away drably
But oh, I now gaze upon a most delightful redhead
Perhaps the flame again for her could instead

By Mark A. Goodson
12/3/12


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Where is my beloved

Where is my Beloved?

 

Fighting dark specters and deep resignation

Only hope in your love is my soul’s preservation.

Just one thing I desire and she’s calling me still,

With her heart full of dreams, all I long to fulfill.

How can I be certain, know your more than a dream?

Yes, I feel you beloved for your closer than me.

One day I’ll behold you, get lost in your eyes,

open all the safe places we worked so hard to hide.

We were made to be one, I know this you can feel.

It’s you choice; it’s your dream that will make me be real.

So Ill seek you beloved, till the day that I die

in the next life still asking …for your  love I will cry

Some day I will hold you and vanquish all doubt

And well learn on that day what all life is about.

 
APOM
Lawrence Schrank


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Softer Than Fleece

I sit on my porch on this beautiful day
I will become this poem prayer I now pray

I have learned to enjoy the simple things in life
My daughter’s smile and the love of my wife

The way the leaves rustle in the morning breeze
God’s music always seems to bring me such ease

I love how the breeze softly kisses my face
Tis’ the natural wonder of God’s embrace

I have learned to love as well as learned to live
You know life’s greatest joy is learning to give

Give all that you are till you empty your cup
Have the heart of a lion, soul of a pup

The beautiful things truly cost not a dime
I’m trying hard to make the most of my time

So many years wasted so few left to go
There are so many things that I wish to know

I learn so many new things each passing day
Sometimes I feel like I’m slipping away

I’m trying hard to become all I can be
I owe that social responsibility

What this poem’s about I truly don’t know
Reckon it’s just another piece of my soul

A soul that has finally found itself some peace
What was once a rock is now softer than fleece




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If You Were Ever My Girl

If you were ever my girl, how happy I would be
We'd go down in history, our names carved on a tree

We would walk the seasons happily hand in hand
Form girlfriend to fiancée, I'd take that marriage stand

As we enter our tomorrows, children we would discuss
To bring such joy to the world, by loving made by us

We'd grow every day much stronger, kids help to do this
Doing so much together is what's called family bliss

To see our kids prosper, and make their mark in life
As I view life's peripheral, I'm so glad you became my wife








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-20.php


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Not Enough Time In Day

Not Enough Time In Day



There are so many things that I want to do
Its more than one person can truely chew

The twenty-four hours we have in a day
Pass by so fast and leave me in dismay

So I have to prioritize whats important for me
The things I can smell, touch, hear, and see

Would love to spend endless hours writing about poetry
Share my mind and soul to writing solely

But my surrounding leave me with little time alone
The joy of laughter with family and friends is like a cyclone

Rest assured I will be but a few days and return back
This is part of my life to learn and multitrack



Written by:  Debra Falgout
October 9, 2012





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This Place We Once Called Home

Barren, desolate, this place we once called home It's where so many wonders lived, and so many roamed But all it takes is some, to determine their madly thoughts Invitingly we enter their world, where us innocent are caught How brave of them they are, to think of who they've become Abusing man made creations, the continuation of their gun How ignorant they must be, surely they have family and friends But they buck the trend of life, purely driven round their bend What could have gone through their thoughts, once the button was pressed Were there flashbacks back to their past, were they even stressed Did they ever imagine, skin melting from skeletal shapes Where once stood a person, a dusting shadow the wind now takes Landmarks in their city of life, flattened in crumbled dust lie For once the button was pressed, you would barely hear a cry Rivers, lakes and streams, became steam filled released pressure cookers Yet the decision to press the button, in depths hidden were the lookers We are now barren and desolate, this place we once called home There is no point in looking, no one can be found, even with a fine toothed comb http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-20.php


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Memories - Abuse

Oh mom I see your blood.
It runs from your nose like a flood.

I cannot run or even hide.
I am screaming inside.

Why is he after me.
I am too little to flee.

I cannot scream or cry loud.
Oh God who am I now.

Where are you mom for I fear.
Oh God, I need you near.

I am so confused.
Why have I been abused.

Mom I see an Angel near.
Now we have nothing to fear.

Why did he do these things to us...

Edward J. Ebbs :(


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The Wall

When I first met you, you were full of pain, so you built up a wall,
and you hid inside, but your life was dark, and you lived in vain.

When you discovered I loved you, and you found out how deep,
that wall began to crumble, and now it's just a heap.

With no wall between us, life has been swell, no longer are you
living in an infernal hell.

Every day I want to sing, and thank the Lord for all He brings,
my love remains ever true, and each passing day I still love you.


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At Sunset

My life I sometimes liken to a rising sun,
Once bright and new,both being as one.

Then came days that just whispered by,
Causing me to question, not knowing why?

After time pursuing rainbows was spent,
The sun just kept rising and on life went.

Enduring mid-day heat after giving my best,
I'll face final sunset and appointed rest.*


* Hebrews 9:27 KJV














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Spring

A little bit confused was beautiful Spring, 
She had to choose for life a bridegroom. 
Who will give her a wedding ring? 
Three men wanted to be her happy and bloom. 

March, April and May vied with each other. 
About their great love they quietly talked. 
April was for Spring like a brother, 
With March she just often liked to walk. 

Timid March gave her beautiful primroses, 
Out of snowdrops he made a wreath, 
He didn’t want to know any losses, 
He promised her the whole world’s wealth. 

Delicate and sweet was April. 
He gave her a necklace of brilliant drops. 
The life with him could be stable, - he said, 
She’d be rich and would get good crops. 

A wonderful May pleaded Spring: 
You are my love! Take my wedding ring! 
Be quick, Spring! Be my wife! 
We’d be happy together the whole life. 

And Spring trusted the handsome May. 
Without any delay she sewed the white dress, 
For the veil she took the apples blossoms. 
That was her best and the happiest day. 

The whole world was whirling in the dance. 
May was getting married with Spring! 
The Earth was full of love and romance, 
Happiness to all this marriage would bring. 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)


PERSONIFICATION contest


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Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman


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Time To Live


With each heart beat, time slips away So live for the moment, celebrate today


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A Raven

I see him as he flies over head, majestic he is in his coat of ebony,
Floating in the air, his wings spread, oh how I wish that that was me;

~For Brian Strand's Contest~


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Perfection Personified

Pansies’ purple faces would wink and smile
Each girl would make just one trip down the aisle
 
We’d have a clear view of constellations
And find angel wings in cloud formations
 
Summer days would be spent beside cool brooks
All would find comfort reading the “good book”
 
Peace would reign; no nations would engage war
Each child would have food and not want for more
 
Harmony would be found within each man
All of Earth’s people would be of one clan
 
There’d be no tornadoes or hurricanes
Not one creature would be restrained by chains
 
Seaside walks lovers would take side by side
Tar balls would never wash in on the tide
 
People we love would live eternally 
All would be blessed with immortality
 
Effects of pollution would be reversed
Bubbles of happiness would never burst
 
Good judgment and wisdom would be revered
Rewards would come to those who persevered
 
Living symbiotically with nature
Ma Earth would take a new nomenclature
 
“Universal Consciousness!” All are one
As morning rituals welcome the sun
 
Tree branches would spread, make way, feeling blessed
To have been chosen for a robin’s nest
 
The only roars heard would come from the sea
Where dolphins parade perpetually
 
Mankind would always live free of disease
Cherubs’ songs would be carried on the breeze
 
Make haste, don’t delay, such perfect days wait
Like Atlas, let's shrug, and relieve the world’s weight



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His Final Letter

I now lie here alone, the wounded have joined the dead
Hours pass like years, my body, in shrapnel torn shreds

My duty, my love for my country, I can no longer give
Memories knowing I have lived, are now starting to sieve

Being so far away from my family, so far away from my home
Daylight like my life, allures me to a darkening roam

 
  To my love I write this letter, my wife my lovely Serena
  My words are all I have left, in this war torn theatre arena

  Remember when I moved in next door, you were first to say hello
  And the day when you asked me out, I was too scared to go

  I know we were only eleven but something clicked that day
  Into our teens we grew, knowing I'd marry you one day

  The day of our wedding, was the happiest day of my life
  For knowing my heart was true, when I asked you to be my wife

  Thank you for being who you are, and what you made me to be
  Never wanting me to enlist, to protect the land of the free

  I'm seeing places of our past, the greens, our courting grounds
  You playing with your lovely blonde hair, twirling it around

  Serena, my love, my friend, thank you for being my wife
  Tell our kids I love them dearly, thank you for being in my life


I'm growing ever weaker, as I write through redded stains
The darkening roam allures me, the light now starts to drain




~*~ Inspired by an image created by Serena Dunaway ~*~







http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php


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Journey To The Sun

We Constantly Refine Ourselves, From Head To toe.
The Erosive Qualities of Nature Scrape us Into Frailty.

Viewing Death as The End of a Journey, as Opposed
To The Beginning of Something Spectacular.

                                                
               - The Flame Collapses -


The Bearer of All Life and the Initiator Of Creation,
Has Come To Reclaim it's Abusive Population.

We Think in Spirals and Weave Through Untrustworthy
Miracles, Polluting Ourselves With Spirituality.


               - We Are The Damned -

  - And The Fire Will Burn Through Our Skin -


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wait Contest

Society tells us there’s a time, 
When men and women must find,
A mate or something is terribly wrong,
Everywhere you look they play this contagious song,
Shopping for love on internet sites,
Reading the profile of Mr. and Misses right,
How much do they make and how hot are their pics,
How quickly we fall into these superficial tricks,
So many rush to meet the criteria,
Of a world that lives for the exterior,
So many seem to pay the price,
Since divorce is not even seen as a “let me think twice”
I rather WAIT and be happy alone,
Until heaven decides to send him along.

Contest: wait
7/23/12
By:Sabina Nicole


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MY FAVORITE THINGS

My favorite things are to smell the fresh air in the spring.
To watch the flowers grow to hear a bird sing.

My favorite things are to have a family to love.
The color blue the beautiful sky above.

My favorite things are fried chicken and chocolate ice cream.
A good nights sleep and a wonderful dream.

My favorite things are kissing a new babies feet.
Smelling hot chocolate to sleep on clean sheets.

My favorite things are drinking ice tea on a hot summer day.
Laying in the heat watching the sun melt away.

My favorite things are being special in someone's heart.
Feeling their love and to know we'll never part.

My favorite things are to have someone brush my hair.
A long hot bath and to have a life that I can share.

When I open my mind the words just come out.
My favorite thing are what life is about.
                      Teresa Skyles
Entered in Joyce Johnson's"Your very best"contest


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A False Reality

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


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Life

A vague vision suppressed by my pass life
my future seems blurry, yet rich and enhanced by my present life.
 
Life as a student as taught me so much 
To hate and to love, and even not to trust

I've learned to take life just as it comes
with the up hills and the down hill and the crazy things it throws

I long to be accepted but instead I get
the oppose of what i lust

I trust no one and I've never believed in love 
i create my destiny and I can mold yours to 

And that's because I'm you
I am others just like me 

And I am who I want to be
A blur yet making an impact on the life of others

A silent partner climbing the hills called life
taking on that everyday strive.






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STRANDS TO PROMISED LAND

Pen and paper on hand, penning rhapsodies of dreams and memoirs strands
Some simple and some grand, to understand: a sweet view to promised land

2:20 PM
APRIL 21, 2014


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Taking Things In My Stride

 
The things that get thrown at us throughout all our life All sent to try us and test us with some strife Things knock us all, it seems from side to side It’s a good job I learnt early to take things in my stride It’s a good job I have long legs, that much I can say They come in handy when needed, for getting right away So many things sent to stop me, they all have really tried Good job I learnt to early take things in my stride. Time and again the battle can sometimes seem over bearing Long legs are a good thing, with the trainers I am wearing. When thing get too much, one wants to run far and wide Good job I learnt early to take it in my stride
Trainers are running shoes for those that do not understand.


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The Devil's in the Details

The leaves are all over the lawn
Like my hair on the sink

The grove smells like apples
The bathroom like asparagus

The dog sniffed her rear
So did I---what

When there's beer in the gutter
I'll never be thirsty

God in the kitchen
Is the Devil's indigestion

And if life's a drag
At least let it be funny!


11/14/13


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Upbeat You Say



It's a brand new day that lies ahead Fame and fortune or heartaches instead Each new day, it remains to be seen Happy or sad or a place in between You can't just leave it to fate every day Your approach is key, you do have a say The same old story bout good versus evil Bout ying and yang, calm or upheaval No one's mastered this up and down stuff We try our best so that's surely enough What more can we do, just smile and say We're happy as all get out every damn day Heard it a lot but it's still true as ever Your approach is key, it's how we measure So as I proclaimed at the start of this poem Just plug away till the cows come home! © Jack Ellison 2013


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"Poor Castle"

           
            
            
             
                
                                I am what I am said a man,
                                    as a kid he built castles in the sand...

                                Looking across the vast ocean blue,
                                    thinking to himself what will I do...
                                                                                   
                                He thought eyes wide I have a plan,
                                     to build real castles once he was a man...

                                In a world so vast demanding as can be,
                                      to build these castles will cost a large fee...

                                Decades later he was right on course,
                                       skyscrapers mansions riding high on his horse...

                                His jet air pilot flies him coast to coast,
                                        sipping his champagne after proposing a toast...

                                They landed on an island in a poverty stricken land
                                         there were many people holding out there hand...

                                Not a single home could be seen,
                                         these people live in poverty water unclean...

                                The man shook his head and began to walk away,
                                          it's sad how many people live in disarray...

                                There are so many people who have nothing to eat,
                                        because the man with the castle up high in his seat...

                                                                                           Peter K

                                 
                                 
                           
                                

                                


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That Whimsical Pill Of Life

In dreams I walk the rustic sands
and travel to exotic lands

to find the pill of life so pure;
a myriad of balms that cure.

It opens up my soul to light
and gives me color,song and sight.

Those words that bind me to the world
in grace and beauty are thus hurled.

Moments of clarity bring joy
as all my senses I employ.

I'm rid of all the pain and hurt;
my whimsy is on high alert.

I hasten to where stars align
to partake of this pill divine.


written January 25th, 2013

for contest "Pill Of Life"


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Unborn Musings


I dream of my mother's face In her arms a sweet embrace Murmured words I want to hear From her lips I hold so dear... I know nothing of men's wars Or the pain of closing doors I don't know the color of my skin But know the heart that dwells within..... Still innocent in my unborn ways I dream of living peaceful days Some love to hold me by the hand And a friend or two to understand... >center>


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Swimmin' in the Soup of Love

The ocean’s wide the ocean deep 
and in the soup the turtle sleep.

Some live on land and we know that is true,
then we call them tortoise, land lubbers like you.

They been around a long, long, time
longer than man and their extinctions a crime!.

Some like their soup salty some like it plain
so, the ones in lakes we call terrapin. 

All of us came from the soup of the sea,
we all have shells though no turtles be we.

Like turtles when scared tend to pull in their heads
hiding like children deep under the bed.

All the lessons here seems very clear
be kind to all creatures in the Soup we have here.

Don’t pull in your neck, stick it right out
For the love of each heart here is what Soup’s about.


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Loom Woven Significance

This Ground Used To Be Firm and Damp, But Now,
Now It's Broken and Soured Like Sunned Milk.

Tracing The Breaking in The Soil in Bare Feet,
Crumbles the Dirt and Feels Good on My Sole.

Deep Within The Crevasses I Find Myself Scratching
The Walls of Soot With Bitten Nails.

Carving Their Names in One By One, Their Names,
All Etched in Stumps. It Looks Vague, Too Vague:

                - But So is Their Memory -

Haunting, Like The Subtle Crimson Creeping Its Way
Across The Lenses, Tinting Them an Obvious but Shallow Red.

The Recollections Are Like Fragmented Pieces of Record,
Badly Sticky Taped Back Together and Played Faintly.

A Collaboration of Memorium all Reeled Out In Expressioned
Noises. Just Rivets Holding Together Translucent Emotions.

By Finding Them, Their Memories, Their Names, How Their
Flesh Felt Slinking Up and Down Mine.

                 - I Find Myself -

A Determined Spectre of Insignificance Within My Own Mind,
Clawing Desperately at a Fantasy I see fit to Suit Myself With.

The Realisation Sank out of The Sky 
and Under My Flesh...

To Find Yourself, Look Inside The Tapestry of Those You've Changed.


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Tree and the Moon

The lone tree exists out in a large field Alone it hides itself truly concealed The moon shines down upon it bright and true The tree became everything that it knew Clouds cover the moon creating darkness Leaving all things obscure and quite useless Moon appears back to illumine the tree The light appears brilliant so you can see The tree absorbs all the moonlight right there To become a mighty tree that does care Tree knows it will be the show of the land For the light of the moon made it quite grand
Russell Sivey


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Birthday Wish Abroad

I have a birthday wish for you today,
Although words are not always easy to say.

In some ways, it does not seem right,
That you are not here and have taken flight.

My heart aches, but I really do understand,
After all, I still have your hand.

I know you have dreams you wish to come true.
This is my wish, my dream for you.

May your happiness be complete,
So in this life your will not feel defeat.

From my heart with this poem,
I cannot wait until you come home.

Edward Ebbs - Desert Storm 2005


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A GIGGLE A DAY

A GIGGLE A DAY

A giggle a day helps to keep the doctor away,
That's my armchair philosophy for you today.

Never mind the apple, although that won't hurt you either,
But in this frantic, stressful world we need to make our life easier.

We work our fingers to the bone; we forever watch the clock,
We've got bills to pay, cars to fix and pantries we must stock.

There's never enough time to do all we have on our lists,
We never have enough cash, it keeps slipping through our fists.

But if we take it all in stride and accept life for what it is,
We can handle all the stress and happily take care of biz.

Let's just take a step back and throw the angst away,
And remember that a giggle a day helps keep the doctor away.


© ELR 2013


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Not Your Fight

Dragging, lagging down this road,
Many things I was never told,
Stumble, tumble to the ground,
Looked up and saw no one was around,
Scraped and bruised... on both knees,
Begging for this disease to seize,
One more breath before I break,
When suddenly I realize You died for my sake,

When I can’t seem to find the words to say,
To cancel out these feelings of dismay,
When all I’ve seen was equivalent to shame,
And tornados wipe right through the pain,
When water washes the frailty and dishonor,
And most thought I was just a goner,
Your whispers penetrate my night,
 Speaking out “this is not your fight”
“ I died to fill your life with might”

Holes in souls are hard to bare,
Especially when your scars are there,
Hearts that plead to overflow,
Sometimes bleed and cannot let go,
But through the madness and through the times,
There is only one name that comes to my mind,
Nails that sacrificed for our greater good,
Can relate to my deaths even if He was misunderstood,

When I can’t seem to find the words to say,
To cancel out these feelings of dismay,
When all I’ve seen was equivalent to shame,
And tornados wipe right through the pain,
When water washes the frailty and dishonor,
And most thought I was just a goner,
Your whispers penetrate my night,
Speaking out “this is not your fight”
This is not your fight,
This is not your fight.

BY: 
Sabina Nicole


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Valentine Romance

Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. 
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. 
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made. 
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH  HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. 
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. 
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?


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What dreams are made of contest

Dreams are composed of your deepest desires
Some are current while others have simply expired
Your eyes are a camera lenses and your night images become photography
Organizing your albums, subconsciously,
Some dreams are sent from heaven, prophetic and renowned,
While others are messages from demons to keep your life upside-down,
Dreams release stress from your spirit soul and mind,
And on occasions they bring healing from the great divine,
So never underestimate what your dreams are saying,
For many people shrug them off and later on end up paying,
Dreams are not just for the sleeping, they are for those of us who are awake,
The day that a person stops dreaming there very life is at stake.

By; Sabina Nicole


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Silence

Silence


There is not a sound in this house
Nothing is stirring, not even a mouse

Some prefer to not hear a sound
Unusual quiet with no one around

I do not like this nothing about
I prefer the sound of music and shouts

People at work, children in school
Silence in this house not at all cool

So what I'm gonna do about this you say
Head out to the outdoors, find someone to play

Find a friend to have some lunch
Chat about old times while enjoying our brunch


Written by:  Debra Falgout
February 20, 2013




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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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Believe In Your Star

Live…Breathe…Believe in your star…
It is with you wherever you are,
It never leaves you for a moment,
The saint light is in its current.

In storms it helps to reach the land,
Its warmth it gives to you my friend,
It cherish you and gives you strength,
It leads you through the whole life length.

It lights up your soul when it pains,
It brightens up your days when it rains.
It gives the warmth to your heart,
It shows you the right way to start.

Until the last breath it will shine,
That magic star of yours and mine.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)


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Whiteness

Whiteness is for beauty, White symbolizes a bride
Whiteness is for serenity, White can reflect your pride

White is also worn for funerals, White stands for peace
To bid goodbye some use white, to say Rest In Peace

Whiteness can be pale, It may portray a vampire
Whiteness can be pure, It may also describe a ghostly attire!

A person having whiteness, may turn out to be weak
But at the same time, his/her innocence is at its peak…


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for the contest Whiteness
sponsored by Anthony Slauson


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A SINCERE WISH FOR A GOOD MAN

A SINCERE WISH FOR A GOOD MAN

Easy to love
Easy to bed
This is the trap
driving nice men to wed

Easy to cry
Easy to sob
Then he'll be mangled 
Like corn on a cob


Easy to spend
Easy to lose
This is the life
That most fellows choose

Just call a lawyer
He’ll fix it for you
Get rid of the woman
Who snazzles the screw

Pack up the kids--
Send them to mom--
Hope their new school
Has no majors in bombs

Find a new wife
Any looker will do
A paper doll woman
Is easy for you

Work and grow old
It's usual to do
Find someone to hold
Never fret about ‘true’

But

If you’re a man
With an itch to break molds
There lurks a companion
To have and to hold

Don’t look in a bar
Or pick-up soiree
Stay off of the sites
featuring boobs of the day

haunt musty books
near old movie shows
Find someone laughing
Or blowing her nose

a genuine character
packs humor and wit
When brains are a match
other parts learn to fit


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Blue Princess

The Blue Princess Holly blooms
The Honeybees hum a tune
As they drink its nectar sweet
Springtime dividends a treat

The Red Wasp visits too
The nectar nourishes true
A pod of Blackbirds fly by
Like a school of fish in the sky____ 


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What Lurks Within

Past lurks in picture, this I know,
A presence from the long ago.
Her life was hard and mean and cruel.
She cleaned without a modern tool.
Here she was shunned, demeaned, bereft.
Past would not follow when she left,
And so it lurks, just out of range,
Hoping somehow  a past can change.
Glad to have left her past behind,
She has moved on, new life to find.
She prays wayfarers will beware
Of past that proved to be a snare,
And run from horror in that room
Or it could be a burial tomb.


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First Day of the Rest of Your Life

Do as much as you can before your number is finally drawn. Get up having courage when you face each dawn. Make those great accomplishments a reality. Display them in a store window for the world to see. Anything good can happen if you make an effort to believe. This really is not any world where we should get up and leave. Success can be thick enough to cut with a knife. Remember, this is the first day of the rest of your life. Inspired by another member’s poem


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True Beauty

Beauty is within,
Not if your waist line is trim,
Exquisiteness is worn,
When hearts are pure not draped with thorns,

Beauty has much class,
It’s not control or sarcastic sass,

Beauty’s developed from true ladies,
It’s not loose, confused or shady

Beauty has a unique presence,
Its grace refined, restored with elegance,
Captivating all who are fortunate to meet
Its truth and love, which is stronger than a heart beat,

Beauty overlooks other people's wrongs,
Comforts those who aren’t as strong,
Delighting in others achievements and success,
It’s not superficial, self-seeking and obsessed,

Beauty is a person’s unadulterated soul,
Completely dressed, renewed and whole,
It’s not what you see in television ads,
Or a magazine model's newest fad,
It’s the essence of a person’s being,
Beauty is not defined by what you’re seeing,

Break away from faulty conditioned views,
Realize beauty is something we all can choose,
Take a moment to look deep inside,
Strip away any vanity, conceit or pride,
Watch as you begin to sparkle and gleam,
Then true beauty is what will be seen.

By; Sabina Nicole
written:2-29-12


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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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Inner Gehenna

Over The Past Years I have Become Increasingly Obsessed
By The Fear That Surrounds Growing Older Alone.

However, My Constant Instability, Combined With Intuitive
Intellect, Have Shown Me That To Be Utterly Knowledgeable.

                                 - You Have To Experience Fear -
                                          - And Nourish it -

Where I would Usually Indulge Myself in Repulsing Even The
Slightest Idea of being in Isolation, Maybe it's Become Necessity.

Hell, Maybe I'll Kill Myself Just To See if I've Got The
Necessary Testicular Fortitude To Embrace The Everblack

                                 - There's So Much New Misery Around -
                                        -Mine is Becoming Obsolete -

Nothing Hurts More Than a Summer Spent Fitting Sanity
Back Together Like a Child Attempting a 10,000 Piece Jigsaw.

However it's refreshing to be able to Feel to such a depth
That the eyes become Wet, Narrowed and Bloodshot.

                                 - The Realisation That Pride and Masculinity -
                                       - Is Just Another Product of Society -

Hopelessly Built Upon Thousands of Years of Irrelevant
Hierarchies, Throwing us Back into a Feudal Cage.

We are The Omnipotence. We, The Human. Not Some
Dreamt Up Creator Who Disguises Fear as Faith.

                                 - Maybe This is Hell -
                         - And We're All Burning Together -       










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I'm sorry I dissappeared

Things were difficult enough, before things had changed,
My mind rushed to deal with things that just got rearranged.

It's been so long and I'm not sure what to say,
My life took a turn on me, back on that day.

My eyes were covered with pain so deep,
Nothing had prepared me for this painful trip.

Things were moving along so smooth,
then one phone call, made my earth move.

I cared about nothing, but what was in front,
expecting you to be mad, for pulling this stunt,

Ashamed of myself for not being better,
Not sure I could say how in this letter.

But I want you to know, I missed you all so much,
Hopefully, I'm back and haven't lost my touch.

I speak to you now, from deep within my heart,
I'm not the same person, simply just one part.

Part of my soul has died and will never be the same,
I must grieve and move forward now without any shame.

I am so sorry that I left you all my dear friends,
All I can say, is that I will try to make amends.

I'm not sure what to expect, from pouring my heart out like this,
You should know that you all deserve better, I give you one big kiss.



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Diamonds In Your Eyes

I say your heart is golden, so precious Every part of your skin is quite luscious I have to say the best part’s evident Is found through your eyes, a diamond’s remnants Your brilliant qualities is shown throughout Each part of the day makes me want to shout Your eyes sparkle and dazzle all of me Makes a desire, I want you completely Feelings of love have never been so high Affection in all pores, so much I cry In real awe I treasure your tender eyes In disbelief, diamonds snatched from the skies Surely your eyes amaze me, this I trust Their brilliance succumbs me, fills me with lust Russell Sivey Form Couplet (Sonnet) Contest: A Diamond's Remnants Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle 1/8/2014


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Earth, Fire, Water and Wind have knowledge

Is joy found in Thee and thine or in me and mine? 
Whose words teach of the path, my life will define


Is happiness found, respecting all things, being kind?
By seeking a common good of man, with thee in mind


Or by achieving goals, success that will benefit me
Is this the key to unlock the grace foretold from thee?


It seems that many men’s words differ in religious belief
Each group’s path shifts, as when wind blows a leaf


Which men’s words should I follow, whose thoughts are true
Or do these men speak with words, mixed in an evil brew


As I think, ponder, on what path I should follow in life
You guide my direction, as the "Great Spirit", my fife


Let earths wind, water, fire, teach animal, plant and man
All lessons they need learn, from the creator of the plan


All mankind needs your grace to discern wisdom from folly
Some men distort your words to sell tickets on their trolley


With "faster is better" and “giving of your life will be holy”
Beware the cost of the ride, proceed a little more slowly


Wisdom discerns truth, as knowledge comes alive
Let your spirit be taught, before man can contrive


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You Can't Take Back

You can’t take back the tears I’ve shed,
you can’t take back the words you said!

You can’t take back the loneliness in my heart,
you can’t take back the feelings to depart!

You can’t take back the endless lies of deceit,
you can’t take back the miles of defeat!

You can’t take back the torture I’ve endured,
you can’t take back insecurities you’ve ensured!

You can’t take back the disloyalty to me,
you can’t take back the demeaning debris!

You can’t take back the selfish displays, 
you can’t take back the relationship of decay!

You can’t take back the need to dominate,
you can’t take back the destruction you did create!

You can’t take back the chaos and mental despair,
You can’t give me back, wasted minutes, days, and years!


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Easter Thoughts

I cried once at Easter mass
not ashamed did it with class

thinking of my brush with death
they were waiting my last breath

life is precious yet we complain
it isn’t easy feel the pain

Easter will always be special
I know life is beneficial





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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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Colors of Aging


Shimmering streaks of silver shine on wisdom's crown. Yellowed skin sagging with time once was smooth and golden brown. Brightly colored memories stream thoughts of long ago, Amber harvests, lush at day's end, we each reap what we sow. Days of gray and darkest nights create an infallible stance. Bright azure, laughing skies chase emerald eyes longing for a dance. A lifetime of dew-kissed rainbows, regrets of scarlet are but a few. Glowing confetti candles spark and float on blessings of true blue. Ev'ry day becomes a hue in mind as beauty fades from aging face. Vivid expressions of joy and love, rich colors lie in folds of grace. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders For the Paint the World Contest, July 20, 2012


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Thoughts of you

 "thoughts of you"


I loose myself within your eyes; the nights wear on no place to hide.
I want to rest but cannot sleep, my love for you so painful deep.
I want you back but this can't be, only solitude lays her hands on me.
I gave my life my time is past, remains lay burning heaps of ash. 
Will you remember, think of me, our love lest none alive have seen?
Like a scream deep in the woods my life obscured misunderstood
Shed no tear, I know my place, I’ve lived, I’ve loved I’ll kiss Gods face. 

APOM
Lawrence Schrank


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A soul awakened

Just as our world is awakened by the morning sun
Our robe of life awakens, for a new day has begun

Our spirit activated, when refilled, with a night of rest
As the soul, within all life, takes flight, for this days test

Today my soul's awakened, by watching children play
Running thru a field of tall grass, that I must mow today

As the sense of a hard days work, gives me a joy within
The smell of fresh mowed hay, intoxicates, like bathtub gin

Agitated when past days I see, through a hollow stare
Images of loss, death, strife, will always bring a prayer

A humans robe is awakened by a soul which never sleeps
A personification of God, embedded in us, but is his for keeps

A soul awakes, from the kiss of that angel lying in your bed
This woman, you've promised to cherish, on the day you wed

May the words I've penned on this paper awaken your soul 
To Remind you, of the true joy awaiting you, while you stroll


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Out Cast

<                                Mirror mirror on the wall
                                  This isn't my face quite at all

                                  A ribbon in hair
                                  This seems so unfair

                                  Painted eyes
                                  Painted lips this I cry
                                  
                                 Dress of  lace
                                 I feel so out of place

                                 So I  cast this spell back to you
                                 Tee shirts and jeans will just have to do

                                 For now I tend to be running a little late
                                 From  mirror casting own spell which I hate


Entry For 
Matt Caliri's Mirror Contest
G.L. All


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Soul of a "Jewel" vs...Life as a "Mule"

He always says..."She has the "soul of a jewel"!!"
I always say...."She rides like a stubborn old mule"!!!
So...he wants me to ride in his old pick up truck..???
Well, I'm glad to tell you....he has run out of luck!!
I'll tell you why....
Would I lie???

It was once painted blue...but now the color is rust
But you can't be too sure...'cause it's covered in dust!
The engine has to idle...'bout half an hour is good..
You can feel the vibration, around the whole freakin' neighborhood!
If I open the door,...it makes a loud squeak
I must hold my breath....Eewwwww!!  What are those odors?? It reeks!!

My life is in jeopardy if I go for a ride!
The windshield is dirty, we can't see from inside
It makes a weird noise...and rides bumpy and rough
The dashboard is peeling, and covered with "stuff"
The seat  cushion's torn, it pokes at my rear
His dog sits beside us, and licks at my ear
There's no place below, to rest my feet
There's a hole in the floor....you can see the street!!!!

The windows don't close, so there's always a breeze
With old Kleenex flying...those were tossed when he sneezed...
Wrappers from Twinkies, a Burger King box...
One lonely old sneaker...and dirty old socks
If I had me some coffee...I'd really be set
'Cause those are dirty Styrofoam cups....and even more than that!
Half a stale donut is squished on the floor
Darn!! The dog beat me to it...and is looking for more!

The muffler is loose, you can see the sparks fly
Dirty looks from the folks, who get smoke in their eyes
When we drive by the neighbors, I duck my head and I hide
I'm no Prima Donna....but I've still got some pride!!
He loves that old truck....he calls her a gem!
If he had to choose between us.......I could be out on a limb!!!


______________________________________________________________________
For Paula's contest "Soul of a ........ & Life of a ........."


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Yesterday and Today

There was a day when your air was my only taste..
A time in life where only two hearts raced..

There was a day when I only saw what was in front of me..
A portion of life where so many visions I didn't see..

Then came a day when blinders fell and the view became clear..
A bright light through the rain that dried an old not forgotten tear..

Now I stand today in a world that I designed from dreams and memories..
A place where pages I flip through are now my life in poetic stories..


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WHY ARE WE HERE

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

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

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


by: LP


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Collapse

On my knees in my bedroom, surrounded by
Emotions too strong, no wonder I cry

We had only just met, a few months ago
I gave unto he, as he internally showed

Week by week, my heart captured by he
We even carved our names, in the park on a tree

He told me he loved me, so captured I was
I gave unto he, as he externally pawed 

Naive, but so young, my life went with the flow
My heart in know, in excitement pump I'd grow

I'm fourteen years old, I'm not really me
But inside I carry his child, who one day will be free


*~*



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-16.php


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A Shaft of Light

There, within the sinister forest of despair he stood
Numb, lost as to what next to do

Before him lay a pathway to where…so unclear
As an empty feeling grasped his psyche, instead 

Being a man, in subtle silence he bled
And in solitude made plans his heart held

Many boulders, stones lined the way
Soon became craggy mountains meant to stay 

With blind faith, his gradual steps moved him to find
A future yet unseen, yet vivid in his mind

Soon, his eyes widen as he watched the fading night
As slicing through dense thicket arose a shaft of light
~*~
02/13/13 


 


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The Creators of Ruin

It Seeps From Under The Sediment of Pre-Existing
Quarrels, Tapping The Bone in Search of Reason.

                    - He Bites Hard Into His Fingers -
                              - Warm Copper -

His Dreams Gave a Glimpse of Reality, Told Him
To Focus on Nothing But Learn From Everything.

                     - Give Way To The Waves -
                    - They'll Take You From Here -

He Lay on His Back In The Water, Staring At
Moonlit Clouds, Paving His Mind With Philosophies.

                     - Humans Are Creatures of Habit -
                      -That's Why We're All Miserable -

Sacrificing Pleasure and Indulgence For Familiarity,
And Comfort. We're All Creators of Ruin.

                     - Building and Weaving Worlds -
                         - Of Vague Insignificance -














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Burning Embers

Alive are my embers Alive in great numbers Taking life from my dreams Those irreal ones, so it seems Yet, their motto is to burn and to flare Even when without an ounce of air Having their basis in hope They make me climb every slope A dream or a sign To discard, I would never deign! A mystery brought forth in a temple When misery and despair came in ample! Alive are still my embers A decade later life still clambers Yet, as long as I breathe and write My embers shall bring me to my light
Anoucheka Gangabissoon For the contest Burning Embers


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Tough Friends

Just like football we’re hard hitting and rough,
If you want to hang with us, you’ve gotta be tough;

No sissies allowed, we don’t cry when we’re hurt,
We’re the kinda people that play in the dirt;

Daring each other to become more extreme,
Our bold eyes shining with a terrified gleam;

“I dare you to go slap that bull and run away”,
Is a typical thing we hear everyday;

Some call us crazy and they’re probably right,
Cause this bunch of friends is one scary sight.

~For Kristen Bruni's contest~


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After Winter Comes Spring

Our life is not always easy, 
 Sometimes it rains hard, 
 But with every coming year 
 You become wiser and smart. 

 You value your past, 
 You take care of present. 
 The time goes fast,
 Some things you still haven't. 

 With the coming years 
 You start to compare 
 And it finally appears 
 Not everything was fair. 

 When you were younger 
 The sun was warmer, 
 The stars were brighter, 
 The road seemed longer. 

 But you always know exactly 
 After winter comes spring, 
 You'll have new feelings, 
 You'll have new wings.


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Life in focus

The wind doth brace my body so,
As I stand astride the moor.
Invigorated by its feel,
To the sky an eagle soars. 
For what splendor and sweet freedom,
Will my soul, feel such happiness.
Given all that’s gone before me,
So much sorrow and unrest.
Oh to see the sun at daybreak,
At dawn the rising mist.
To walk barefoot on the dew tipped fronds,
And to know that I am blessed.
For upon my face the warming sun,
That leaves a kiss with such caress.
Flowers with scented blossoms lie,
On their petals my head I rest
©  N  windle  2012


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THE PURSUING SELF - A COLLAB


Bestowed with life by One powerful Divine
Gracious with His love scintillating shine

I traverse roads: rose and weeded grounds
Flaming with a soldier's will to expound

From dawn begins my journey til sun sets
So many roads bided, my ownself to sweat

Courage bullets, I fire and fire
Pursuing success my ringing desire

Wait! hold on,don't go fast, echoes
Rush runs may thud a sporadic tempo
 
I have seen caterpillars dying as butterflies
Buds bloom, spreading aroma, by-and-by

The angelic aroma invites prosperity brush
It's rouge shows maturation like royal flush

Bravely. I go forth to reach every dream
Conquering beyond foggy upstream

If my own-self, a rebellion, resisting me
Earthquake moan to call a break-free.

Kaleidoscope faces became my preachers
A halo or a tail experience: my teachers

Tricky battalion of pressures stressing
Yet, camouflage trials bomb to blessings

Rewarding me with laughter and tears
Adding tons of memories to my years

Evolving beautiful to each season stir
Wisdom and love, now, my own myrrh

If I shall die this very day,
I hope my legacy not a dismay...

(C) Olive Eloisa and Malik Yaseen
9:38pm
September 23, 2014


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Grandma's Phrase on Daily Living

Live everyday like there’s no tomorrow,
Or your life will be filled with sorrow.



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Optimism and Irony

The bible and my parent taught me to be optimistic,
sometimes situations are tough and make me pessimistic,

When broke,I say to people 'I have plenty of money',
Even though I borrow,my tongue is coated with honey,

When sickness holds me down and weakness moves along,
I say to myself and friends 'I am healed,hearty and strong'

which backfired once as I fell unconscious and was rushed to the clinic,
the doctor said "no serious problem" so as to avoid panic,

Sometimes when in the mood I speak in irony,
Though it seems confusing but its not funny,

When impressed by her,"I hate you very much"I say,
which makes her to fidget and smile all day,

She is so rigid and crafty like an iron queen,
when actually she`s cool,gentle,naive but not mean,

I pronounced to the world,how I hated John for his malevolent,
when he helped me out by being benevolent,

When I say 'crabbed' ,what I really mean is' fine and good',
And when I say 'I have belly pain',It means I need food.





Contest:"When I say...what I really mean is ....." sponsored by Nancy Jones.


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Greener

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


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Three Dreams

As a child I had recurring dreams
Of Indians, death and gorilla themes.

The Indians rode on painted ponies,
So real they seemed, they couldn't be phonies.

Turned out they were real and scouts to boot,
My Dad was tapped out, ain't that a hoot!

The gorillas were loud and right outside,
I cried to Mom, I had to confide.

One morning she woke me and said "Listen up!"
My gorilla was only two bird dog pups!

But the worst of all was my dream of death,
I was dying or dead and couldn't catch breath!

Just how would I die and when would it be?
Turns out I'd have to wait years to see.

Mom said, "Never fear, for Jesus is here."
"Just pray to The Lord, and keep Jesus near."

Soon the dreams faded, gone from my life. 
Understanding my dreams, had lifted my strife.


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Whats Sexy to Me

What’s sexy to me, changed with my age
It’s something different at each life stage

During my pre-teens, what turned me on
Were the toys and games played on the lawn

A teenage kiss put me in a twirl
That was the age I discovered girls

The dating years were sexy and great
The came my honeymoon with my mate

Then a young adult’s sexist thrill
Was our first child; she forgot the pill

My middle age major commotion
A sexy bonus or promotion

Golf was sexy in retirement years
So was kicking back, having a beer 

What’s sexy now I’m seventy-five
Is to wake up and still be alive

Submitted by Charles Sides
“Sexy!” Poetry Contest


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A journey to a world of fantasy

Accompanied by a heavenly choir chant I dance. Shortly divided from the world of silence. I dance and dance, along with other lonely souls. An absolute veneration for the creator of joy and sorrows. Despite the sole of my feet bleed, I stay careless. And the exquisiteness of the red ornamented my flesh. I can feel the insistence of happiness to gain. As of being hypnotized, I ignore the pain. Oh there is life more life in this fantasy. Life that a poet could only manifest in his reverie. Fortunate, grieved, splendid, dreadful. A life that's full.


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Busy Life

What A life we have!
Just spending , not living!


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muddy track or golden road



Where will I go, what will I be told to do?

Will it be the road paved with gold for me and you?



What can I expect, what will I find on the road ahead?

I may find the road turns into a muddy track instead.

 

Why am I pushed towards the muddy track?

Is there some work for me to do, Will I continue holding back?



Will it be amongst the homeless people, and the poor ones who

Always thinking and wondering, will their wish come true?

 

An Empty Manor House, cold and damp with no heart

Who would own this house, to find out where do we start?



Permission we received to rent it, and now the work begins

With Gods touch and hard work the homeless now live in.

 

Not such a muddy track, once elbow grease was applied

By working together, God and man, the homeless will survive


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S O S

S      O       S

I’m telling you something, this have got to end
It’s not going back to the way it’s been
Can’t buy food and short on the rent
Not running to your house to cry and lament

It has got to change, I declare it now
I’m a vessel of God, bought by his blood
Yes, royalty now, with a divine plan
Move outta my way, I’m walking this land

Rearranging the furniture in my mind
It’s the season of overcoming, opening the blinds
I know for sure the enemy can’t win
Even with the abuse, I’m God’s princess within

I’m waving this flag, in your face devil
Taking a stand, never surrendering to your plans
You may have taken the generations before me
Be assured, there is an over comer in me

Watch me now as I take my place
Leaving the ruins behind, I elevate in “this” place
With combat boots or maybe some stilettos on
I’m all new, redeemed by the blood

The season in my life has changed for sure
No, I’m not the girl you met before
I declare new things, from this moment forth
By the power within- I’ve kicked down the door

In case you are wondering who I think I am
Let me introduce myself to the accusers at hand
Making it clear for you to understand
I’m a Serious Overcoming Sista, and I’m taking a stand !!!

Sharon Hyland


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Is What Makes Life So Sweet

Memories made over the years
Brings myself to shed some tears.

As future on the past will knock
We can't go turning back the clock.

Replaying the memories in my mind
Of the heartache that I left behind.

Clues to what the future will hold
As the passage of time does unfold.

My entire search is in vain
That it will never come again.

Is what makes life so sweet
A memory caught in a single heartbeat.



©  Hazel


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Seven Days a Week

I was born on a Monday
At times my life goes a stray

Tuesdays was Happy Days night
during school it eased the fright

Wednesday is always hump day
heavy lifting worth the pay

Thursday the weekend is near
soon I’ll be feeling no fear

Friday best day of the week
man and woman cheek to cheek

Saturday known for cartoons
and the best were Looney Tunes

Sunday is the Sabbath
for some Monday is math



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What Dreams are Made of

Thoughts know of no bounds,
hopes leading to the sounds.

Dreary reality replaced by lustrous fantasy-
Nature fails to provide, yet the conception provides pure ecstasy!

Not for the frail for terror-joy are abound,
Screams and laughter–resound.

To important of a role-
Often referred- the key to the soul.

Sublime!
What wonderful time!

Powerful tool,
Why ridicule?

Vibrant imagination,
Never fall to realities-possession.


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Ode To Billy

Young Billy was a soldier in the War Between the States; 
And scars of war made Billy feel a victim of the fates. 
He fought for Mr. Lincoln and the preservation creed 
Yet saw too many dying and he saw too many bleed. 

Now Billy knew the dreams of war so vivid every night, 
Were dreams of almost everyone who'd caught that bloody fight. 
The war he fought sought righteousness which he believed was true 
But never understood how North and South could split in two. 

His parents died of fever while he fought in Tennessee, 
A fact he didn't know until the North claimed victory. 
His papa, wise and sullen like the Irish Sea he knew, 
Had come to this America with dreams to start anew. 

Young Billy hoped his mama knew he'd made it through the war 
For she had shed no salted tears when he marched off before - 
But mothers bury very deep such pain within their soul 
So only God could touch her there and try to make her whole. 

Now both were gone along with wisdoms they could gently share 
To help him lift conflicted pain no man should have to bear. 
He prayed that Father Dave back home in Dublin had been right - 
A man can speak with loved ones in the starlight of the night. 

The things of life one covets can be lost to history, 
Including soldiers buried by the war's ferocity. 
He cried out loud in anger at the God he once adored: 
"Why did You leave me all alone my precious, precious Lord? 

What grave offense did I commence before Your loving eyes?" 
Though God was silent in repose great clouds then cleared the skies 
And Billy's father softly spoke and made the two as one 
With words of wisdom's calming balm to heal his broken son. 

"The wisdom of this world are pearls wrapped snug in crystal rain 
Proclaiming life will never end but just begin again." 


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Flying With The Birds

If I were to believe in you, would you believe in me?
If everything that I promised you actually came to be

If I were a beautiful rainbow, a reflection in the sky
Formed by the rays of light as your tears you cried

Sweetheart I am just a simple man with a complex plight
My blessing is you’re here with me, as this quest I fight

Sweetheart you know I’m a warrior, though I live like a ghost
I fight and write living my plight, inside the belly of the host

From shore to shore, a forever war, that will never end
Just today I got the word the host has taken another friend

Another soul another goal of course another wasted life
God I am a lucky man to have become one with my wife

Pains insane it shreds my brain and tears my heart into
I’m left here asking myself, “Was there anything I could do”

I have to write a eulogy though I just don’t know what to say
Here is a soul, another hole, for someone who lost his way 

Sobriety is really great but at times it is truly rather hard
You watch them take another friend and plant him in the yard

Another smoke, another joke another party has reached its end
Here I sit in a spiritual pit feeling totally lost about my friend

I hope someday someone reads what I say, takes another course
Pass on doing that shot, love it or not, death upon the black tar horse

So I shall write my Eulogy falling to pieces about my friend
Who made fun of the man I turned out to be, until the very end

But that’s ok it was just his way, right up until the day he died
The one true light shinning bright, lives inside of you and I

So will all of you join with me let your spirits pen my words
About a beautiful soul, who found his goal, flying with the birds


------------------------------------------------------------------
Very few people in this life that I love enough to let make fun
of the changes I made in my life. Addiction (The Host) took 6
friends in 2007, 5 in 2008 and this is the first in 2009. He didn't
overdose he was shot a couple of days ago in Chico, Ca during
a home invasion robbery over his heroin debt. I used to always
pay his debts when it reached this point with bags of Meth. This
time I couldn't go there for him and now he is dead. This is my
life, my gift and my curse. God Bless you all, mj


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"Someone You Once Knew"

Flashes of moments,
  memories from my past.
     Thoughts of a time when I was 
         probably the happiest.

When we were all just friends 
   and we would always hangout.
      Before the truth in reality knowing 
         what the real world was truly about.

Before girlfriends and boyfriends, 
   lovers bickering and quarrels.
      Prior commitments and doubts, 
          our own hardships and sorrow.

Leaving the worrying for tomorrow, 
   that's what we used to do.
     That's just a vague recollection now, 
        like someone you once knew.


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stillness

Stillness of the night,And the dullness in my sight, A cold dark cloudy winter night,The pathway lights shine on bright. Perched comfortably in the balcony of my farm house, The vista so great that the dormant poet in me arouse. The cool breeze envelops my surround, A few dew drops from the moistened leaves drips aground. The languid wing of air the fragrance of it carries, Of blossomed flowers, trees, plants and berries. Once again the freshness in my mind, Seems to be awakening from the blind. Welcome, come in the joys of happiness, Its now time to say to "good bye" to darkness


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MY BEST BAD CHOICE poetry contest ADULTERY

        MY BEST BAD CHOICE

Was a time --not long ago
When you begged me sweet and low

“Cast your net upon the sea
Quickly,darling, marry me!”

My heart caught 
and in a minute
My life was soup
And I was in it

A fair eyed man means dangerous shores
& I'm adrift-- mid rocks galore

On a current, flashing fins
You cast your line--
And hook sweet sins

And, at work you cannot think
When fishy eyes blink out a wink

Even friends are not off limits
When tides wash in the vodka gimlets

Do I hate you, yes, I could
Do I hate you, no, I should

A straying man on marriage seas
Navigates adulteries

When asked to re-chart his course
He usually stomps and screams “divorce”

MORAL 1:

Mixing metaphors and such
Keeps the critics out of ruts

MORAL 2:

Straying husbands/shagging rabbits
Cannot/willnot change their habits.




Victoria Anderson-Throop
Oct 10, 2012


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The first shower I experienced this year



Could feel the smiling and risen sun all gleeful and gay,
It had ushered  in me a beam of energy earlier today.

Could sense now at twilight it chuckle at the rising milky white moon,
And softly in me restore its light to make me excite and swoon.

The virgin cold watery sprays of the falling drops of rains,
Slowly washes  my worries off my face and down the drain.

The fragrance of wet mud and lush sweet garden breeze,
Blows into me, pure strength and happiness in me gradually increase.

As I walk bare feet, wet grassy paths of my garden gently,
My subdued muffed up feelings erupt over my heart’s brim intently…..

I let go of all feelings and experience  inside me a sensation so very light,
 my vision clears and thoughts to me for my life's path ahead  seem so very bright...









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Silver Strands

Each year silver strands of sunlight become woven into my hair.
Just like the silver strands of sunlight that help bind us everywhere.
They light our way before us as we stumble forth each day.
They slowly lead us forward into the paths of great byways.

God sends these silver strands that slowly build a crown upon our heads…
And they are earned with the wisdom, learned throughout the years ahead.
The strands will weave a family, and unite us to others, too.
For they are the strands of love given to both: me and you.

Love and work together is how they are slowly earned.
And the weaving is slowly done as we add others in the sojourn.
But how are they bestowed as so slowly woven into our lives?
I would say it’s given by Gods divine grace, in time.




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You Almost Fit

You almost fit with harmony,
But almost would be the death of me,
You came real close to complimenting my space,
But real close would leave me in an empty place,
The puzzle piece I can no longer wedge,
I made my vow and said my pledge,
Later on deep regret would follow,
And once again I'd become hollow,
You almost fit with ecstasy,
But almost would be the death of me.

By: Sabina Nicole


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Beautiful Things

This life is overflowing with wondrous beautiful things, that I am ever discovering on my gliding gossamer wings. June 8, 2013 Couplet For the contest, Rhyming Couplet


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My Running Pen

The inked flowed down my paper...
As the rain danced, the words fluttered...

Meanings changed but the letters remain...
While my pen pulls them back to the orginal stain...

I then drop a tear to break up the chill that came...
Scribbled down dreams that played and keeps me sane...

The thoughts regroup and spill out a famliar sound...
Then the paper dries and a new poem is found...


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Would You Like One Lump Or Two

<                                               Only one
                                              Mastoid  begun  

                                               Behind  left ear
                                               Boy  did it appear

                                                 Mom freaked
                                                Dr. she seeked

                                            Thought it was mumps
                                             But was a larger bump

                                                  Fead me pickle
                                              Didn't and wasn't fickle

                                                 That's all I know
                                                 From 50 years ago

                                             So Check newborn ears
                                   For ungodly lumps that suddenly appears




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

                                                 


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No more fun

As a Christmas gift  he got a gun
He played with it and had lots of fun

To a little boy it was such joy
To have  it as a toy

But when the boy became a man
Things didn't go as he had planned

And so this young man got a gun
A single shot, his life was done


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Deep Dreams

In the true depth of the darkness There is a deep streaking likeness Of light blasting onto my weary face Showing a tired old form of disgrace Needing a hope of the ages, a friendly smile Needing a great hug, helping hand by the mile She finds me with sorrow in my heart My dreams she sparks, my love impart A love that I don’t deserve she gives Freely in my dreams, she forgives
Entrant into Michael J. Falotico's "Deep Dreams" contest 11/12/2012


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Gabi

Gabi wakes up with a frown,
Gabi drags her feet around,

Gabi’s room’s a real mess,
Gabi cannot find her dress,

Gabi’s lost most of her toys,
Gabi has a squeaky voice,

Gabi’s homework may look shabby,
I cannot live without Gabi.


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Safe Harbour

As the light starts to fade, at the end of the day,
And the last rays of sunset cascade on the bay.
The fishing boats set sail, their little lamps a glow,
Off to deeper waters and the school of fish below.
Along the granite, harbor wall, the lime washed cottage stands,
The little wind swept coastal path to the causeway and sands.
At the point a lighthouse giving out its light,
Protecting the wayward mariner as he sails on through the night.
For generations have come and gone, it’s always been that way,
As tide rolls in with the fishing boats that signals break of day.


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The World Is My Oyster


The world is my oyster I've heard it said Not a fan of oysters how about chocolate instead Or delicious french fries smothered in ketchup For an omelette with home fries, early I'd get up Do you feel a theme running through my words Not addicted to the yummies, that's totally absurd Granted they sometimes take over my thoughts But so does kissing really like that a lot Or even just sitting and gazing at the moon With the love of my life, making me swoon Guess what I'm saying is enjoy what you have Some don't have anything makes me feel sad How fortunate to know we're safe in our homes Some don't know if their homes they still own The bottom line is give thanks every day Hopefully that will keep your troubles at bay © Jack Ellison 2013


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Precious Memories

They were so precious and they were so fine 
Those pentacles of life, now lost in time

Try hard to remember what it was like
The first time you held the string of a kite

The first fish you caught; remember that tug
Or when someone special gave you a hug

Think back, remember that very first kiss
Stirred emotions you didn’t know exist

Recall young love when everything’s new
Sex in the back seat of a car or two?

Strange feelings and thoughts that went through your head
When you find out parenthood lies ahead

How proud, how happy, how scared you both were
Holding your firstborn, whether him or her

These feelings can never be felt again
Still precious memories will always remain


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The life I once had

          THE LIFE I ONCE HAD

In this chair sat a lonely ol'soul as life passed him by.
His wife left him his children were gone and tears
                 rolled from his eyes.
She took his life and all he had and nothing was there.
        But she left his old wooden sitting chair.

The life he had was now gone but still had his chair.
Everything he ever owned was taken he had nothing 
                          left to share.
Memories of the life he had wilted and disappeared.
He was now all alone and there was nothing left that 
                         he now feared.
As he shut the door and he closed his mind and heart.
To forget about his old life and think about the new life
                          he would start.
                    Teresa Skyles
Was inspired by Rick's photo.


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Cardboard Inflation

A paper road and car of clay,
A garden made from pencil shaves;
With fields of crayon flowers drawn,
Beyond the shoebox house and lawn;
Old wax paper forms the boat,
That sails under a cardboard moat;
A fence made out of new toothpicks,
Erasers used as driveway brick.
A crafty home in taped décor,
Now sat atop my basement floor;
A dynasty of paper trails,
Completed with a sign, “For Sale”,
Was printed in the Classifieds,
To see who’d purchase such a buy;
One hundred callers did implore --
The only place they could afford.


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Hollow

-Silence is Only Golden, To 
                       Those of Us Who Can Hear it -

Even in The Pitch, The Rumbling of Nothing
Stirs Up The Voices Behind My Eyes.

The Virtuousness Withers as My Patience
Rots Like Wilting, Weather Beaten Wood.

             - I Love How The Creative Brain Studies  
                                Academic Precision as if it Were The Enemy -

And There it is Again My Friend, That Voice
Which Whispers So Lucidly, " You're Alone" 

It Strips The Oils From Your Skin and Turns
The Eyes into Harnesses of The Dark.

              - The Strain of the Dilation Dries The Liquid,
                                 And The Hollowness Overtakes The Mindset -

Trapped inside a Head That Doesn't Want You
There. Sharing A Skull With The Devil.

The Searing Heat Creates a Deep Scar, A
Comforting Recognition of Overcoming Pain.

               - We Tend To Fear What We Can't See, But
                                 I'm More Afraid of What's Staring Me in The Face -


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Ambivalent Heart

Funny how a fickle heart works:   
always pining for what was then 
and loving to hate this moment,   
oft returning to way back when.

Regretful of all that are gone,  
dismissive of the present day,
it cannot wait to get past now
rushing forward to get away.    

But wait until tomorrow comes      
when today is a faded memory, 
heart will pause foolishly longing 
for that it cursed just yesterday!


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MEN OF GOD

         MEN OF GOD

Kenya is a Godly nation
Check on any TV station
Starts at dawn and goes all day
Teaching people how to pray

Then at night it's shilling serious
With the watchers drunk –delirious-
If you want the chance to pray
First you get the chance to pay

“Men of God,” my colleague swilled--
“Deserve a special God-rate bill.
When I do a job for them
Charge them twenty not just ten.”


 Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
12/01/12  Juja, Kenya  Africa





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A putin

Every tiny putin
strives for being put in.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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SIMILARITIES BETWEEN TWO PLANETS

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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Scar Tissue

What is scar tissue compared to a wounded soul,

A perfect life is one with secrets untold,

A lost love leaving behind an embedded dagger,

Into the cliché of life we valiantly stagger,

Hoping for redemption or dignity regained,

Is there any priceless pleasure without resounding pain?

All the while we seek ever elusive peace,

And toy with the frailty of our beliefs,

But in the end it’s all the same,

When you are alone there is no one else to blame.


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Unravel Me

Tears stream like water, rain in the night
A heart that still hungers for all to be right
Stoned by a circle, mocked while on stage
Emotions grow heavy from pain into rage
Scabs that were healing I picked them apart
All to uncover, I had to restart.

The essence of the soul, Purity
Only in your arms, Security
For the ship is overtaken by rough waves
I know that You’re the one who saves
Hear me while I sit
In the dark.

Carelessness, comes from movie clips inside my mind
Walls built to last start to unwind
And I can’t take the ache within the knots
It’s as if all I’ve learned I just forgot
For the flames of bitter yesterdays just ignite
Restless with this walk, I lose my sight

The essence of the soul, purity
Only in your arms, security
For the ship is overtaken by rough waves
I know that You're the One who saves
Hear me while I sit 
In the dark.

But I’m not alone
No I’m not alone
Going to the otherside
I must resist this fear 
And
Come alive!


By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 4-8-12
Song written for the piano


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Shall We Try For One More Year

How many years now has it been – maybe fifty-seven? We’ve traveled down some pleasant roads, on our way to Heaven. We’ve looked into each other’s eyes – seen both joy and despair. We’ve wondered how we’d make it when resources were not there. In looking back to find just how this love of ours began I believe it is controlled by some divine master plan. I believe if God does not exist there’d be no you and me. And all this time together would be less than destiny. I know that my redeemer lives – God’s word tells me so – He sent you as a soul mate as through this life I go. He knew there would be obstacles; I know He put some there To determine if we’d solve them with the mighty gift of prayer. I believe the lesson we have learned in traveling down life’s road Is to bring our troubles to Him to lighten up the load. We realize that we’ve been blessed sharing time together here Still one decision faces us --- Shall we try for one more year? Written for my wife on the occasion of our 57th…12/21/12 … Let’s go again Darlin’…. John Posey


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How Life Goes

We pray for the loved ones lost

and the ones left to live on.

We remember when we were young

and try to remember the songs that we sung.

Life goes by so very fast,

sometimes you forget what you did in the past.

We remember what was exciting and what we thought was cool,

but a year ago today can you remember why you were blue?

Don't linger on what you lost but what you have found,

sometimes you got to step up, sometimes you got to step down.

That's just the way life goes,

There are things in life you will never know.

That's how the game is played.

Trying so hard to not let the memories fade.

You can choose to lose.

Or choose to win, in the end its up to you.

Don't linger on what you lost, but what you have found.

Sometimes you got to step up, sometimes you got to step down.

That's just how life goes.

There are things in life you will never know.



Tabatha Lillie


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Summer Fun---grammer school days

The day was hot as red rose sunny
We gathered eggs from holes like a bunny

Down to the grocer’s store we went
Sold our eggs funds on candies spent

With grandma abed off comes the coat
On goes the sneakers shaped like a boat  

Big brother goes racing up to the gate
The youngest trying to be quiet shout wait

Round the corner comes the show truck
Reels of movies in boxes securely tuck

Hercules Ben Hur High Noon Dracula and such
We saw them o’er and o’er he hadn’t  much

Big brother hops on the truck going up the hill
The youngest and I ran behind we know the drill

Hopping onto trucks is a skill perfected by boys
We girls had to be content playing with toys

Inside the show house the movie starts
Everyone must hear our throbbing  hearts





Written Sept. 8 2012
For Craig's contest: Summer Fun


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The Painting

Many years ago, on canvas I was drawn.
He kept me black and white, until I was born.
He told my parents: ‘Handle this painting with care.’
Confused they replied: ‘But this painting is bare?’ 
He smiled, gave them the painting and went away.
My parents painted a splash of knowledge on me every day.
They stroked love and insight on me, until complete -
Finally, I was ready and respectable for the world to meet. 
Hung up on a gallery wall, the painting was always under observation,
After time, the criticism of the world had ruined this creation. 
No longer vibrant, my true colours started to fade.
No longer perfect, I am now what the world has made.
From a distance, they say I still look exactly the same -
No one sees the cracks and chips when they are to blame. 


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My Facade

Is my facade fading away?
Is it wearing off?

Am I giving myself away?
Is my mask running off?

Has my plastered smile been seen through?
Has my pain shone through the chinks?

I wonder---What did I do wrong?
Is my facade gone?


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What Is Life

Sometimes in the race of life we become spellbound,
As the success we were looking for cannot be found.

Life is like the rain,
Sometimes it gives us delight but sometimes pain.

Life is like a sea wave,
Precious things in it we should know how to save.

Life is like a cricket match, 
The ball of success we are not always able to catch.

Life is like a game, 
In which winning is not our only aim,
And we have to face extreme challenges to achieve fame. 

In life we have to set a certain ambition,
Otherwise we will not be able to get the deserved appreciation.

In life we face many ups and downs,
But still we want to wear the success, gain, and credit crowns.

In life we always want to live with delight,  
And we want to fly high in the sky like a kite, 
For this we often do such deeds which is not right.

In the race of life we should be honest and kind,
And on the right path we should run our mind.


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The babyish me

Beauty lamented when faced with that babyface O do give me more loveliness, with red lace! Such innocent eyes, Cunning and wise! The age of that baby girl Revolved around two in our world Yet, she was an attractive one Charming one, magnetic one None could get jealous of her beauty Except beauty itself in all simplicity If she was hungry, she ate like a bird If she was thirsty, she drank only curd If she fell while running, she stood and smiled If she cried, her surroundings made her not feel exiled! Dressed in her favourite red dress, She listened to old stories on her mattress And fell in deep slumber while dreaming of the Lord And how it is like in his peaceful abode! At two, this cute babyface, surrounded with black hair Could only jump and exalt at life without any care!


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MEAL OF DEATH

Poisoned apple dangling 
before mine eyes
Are you the royal feast 
before one dies?
Is there a hangman gladly 
lurking by
And crowds to bid  another 
fool goodbye?
Can I just take a little baby 
bite
To quench this thirst about 
to douse my light?
Do you expect in hunger I 
despise
This meal of death 
disguised as paradise?
Should I postpone the day 
my loved ones cry
And live in woe or do I say 
goodbye?


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Awful Chore -- Couplet Challenge

Entrant into Susan Burch’s “Couplet Challenge” contest

There’s this one chore I only do if I must I hate working on it, making myself dust


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Hard To Say No

Hard To Say No


Could never say no to anyone, not me
A price to pay, have to set oneself free

Pushed to the point, no energy left
Robbing the body from oneself

Love to be busy, but enough is enough
Have to say its getting kinda tough

If only there could be more of me
Would truely make life a little easy

Admitting to oneself, no super person here
Harder to say no, shedding a tear

But to say no, giving others their wings
Setting oneself free, the body sings


Written by:  Debra M. Falgout
February 13, 2013


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The Cougar Epilogue

Her fire and slippers call her ever more
The cougar still takes to the dance floor.

The cubs she tries now to entice
Turn and ask her “What's her price?”

Bedecked bejeweled, her senses honed
But sipping vodka shots, still  all alone.

The cougar losing her matriarchal hold
Younger cougars compete ever more bold.

Her latest prey so good, she wanted more
Turned in the bed, heard the click of the door.

A tap on the shoulder an aging man stands there
Wrinkled eyes, spare tyre, and thinning hair.

He says he’s watched her for a while
He knows he not quite her style.

Would she partake of a drink with him?
Her eyes wander to the cubs so slim.

Her hem length lengthens, her cleavage covered
The dance floors too loud, she feels smothered,

They now sit in a quite calm restaurant
Holding hands, this is what she wants.

Her cougar days are now ever gone
She has lit the fire with a special one.

Her stiletto shoes gone, they no more make her wince
She kissed the aging man, he turned into her prince.

© ~GG~24/11/2012


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Open doors closed

A war has been waged on individual minds,
Stealing our courage and making us blind,
A battle has begun to make mankind fall asleep,
Silence our souls, while evil slowly creeps,
Into our family’s, our schools, and our towns
Leaving us Desolate and polluting our grounds,
We were never made to be barren and dry,
For love laid down his life for you and I,
But vanities, idolatry, lust and sin
Opened the doors and allowed devils in,
We preach for peace then turn a deaf ear,
For internally self centerness has created many fears
If in God we really trust than we must return to what he has said,
The book is not for show, it’s our food, our daily bread
Look at the times, the hate and all the crimes
Look at the corruption
 It’s no surprise there has been many interruptions
Reevaluate your reasons for living
Instead of war, start forgiving
And repent while you still can,
For the season is at hand,
Let’s rejoice in the fact,
That it’s his life that keeps us intact,
Let’s look up and see,
That God made us all we need to be.

By; Sabina Nicole
Copys  have been placed in my Hotel's bathrooms and lobby :)


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My History of Me, One Day

We awakened, we argued, just like we had done before
It was mostly about football, the Celtic versus Rangers score

I would choose my team, as usual he would choose his
Pushing and shoving would then entail, growing brotherly bliss

But this was a day that was going to unite us, brothers, yes we
For we were getting our uniforms, the Boys Brigade's 4th Company

Football squabbles we left behind, to Bishop Edens we would go
It's our Primary School, did I tell you, our learning's in scholar show

As usual we met at playtime, in the same team we always played
We were like Pele, no doubt, well! it's what we tried to display

To the clock we always watched, as we told each other after school
Lets hurry home to have supper, for the 4th Company in us ruled

We left the caravan together, then brotherly competition arrived
Hey James! I'll race you to the canal, my little legs in strive

Into the distance he ran, blimey! he's much faster than I thought
I must continue to look up to him, he's my elder, I'm sure well taught

Just as I turned the corner, now knowing that I'm lagging behind
One minute he was there then gone, images now run through my mind

What I have witnessed, is now focused, a JU250 van has swept him away
It's impact I feel in my heart, I'm now in slow motion play

I now reach the junction, in my peripheral I hear my brother scream
Nothing like this I have heard, am I absorbed in a nightmare dream

The driver exits the van, his head he holds in his hands
I'm seven years old in tears, just trying to understand





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Pin Pricks of Light

The heavens, speckled with small dots of light Sometimes shooting as they pass through the night Many pin pricks scattered throughout the sky Allows spent prowess to pound way up high I delight in the show of sparkling stars All blasts a form shining beyond, so far Master of the lights is the humble moon Covers its fair share of beams like a tune Harmony, the light of the sky exists Coexisting with a warmth that’s betwixt Once the sky is clear, twinkling pebbles rock A glow so perfect, there’s never a block The warmth of the sky comes down to the Earth Beauty and fondness illustrates the birth… Of the speckled tiny dotted heaven The greatest of numbers, number seven Fathered the smiles off of people’s faces The light arrives and then blesses with grace The moon escapes, brings with it all its light Stars all align with randomness tonight Russell Sivey


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What lurks within

Help with the struggles, man's faced with, in life on earth
As man learns life knowledge, instead of grasping worth

A passion to hold all that's seen, since his moment of birth
Is innate desire or thoughts, meant for direction not for girth

I find it ironic when man is compared to fish seen in a tank
To show greed's value, it's the larger fish that have the swank

Where man sees their struggle, in the fight for food and life
He fails to see expectation, the hope of surviving all the strife 

Hope for a world at peace, not planning for war to unfold
Our future worth can't be seen in a tank, for it is uncontrolled

The expectancy in living, isn't calculated in the coins of man
You find it, seeing the children playing, riding in your minivan

Expectations may change, in your life's journey, here on earth
lost at times within depression, as sad feelings seek to unearth

Is an expectation of this verse to change minds or to convert
I only task all readers to think, expand this thought and reassert

Conversations, will help all reason, with trauma that's found in life
Giving men hope and an expectation, to survive this world of strife


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My words

What happened here, what’s going on?
Feels like walls everywhere I turn
I’m walking in the light of day
But I’m bumping into things-is this a mistake?

My words create my world, seen and unseen
The words I speak, they will manifest
Be it disaster or ultimate greatness
A proven fact recorded for all to see

My words really do build my destiny!!!

God spoke and this world was created
That same power is in me, never eliminated
If I speak life to a plant, its guarantee to flourish
I can do the same to my life and not be discouraged

I can declare that my day will be great
Regardless of how it looks in the atmosphere
I have a choice to conform or be transformed
My future is at stake, the battle is on

Speak to a mountain and watch it move
Build up your faith, and stay in that groove
You have power to make it work for you
Your success will change your altitude

Speak the word and watch it manifest
The future is yours and you invest with your words
Not seeing it now, it’s just gaining interest
Now watch your words take form- be impressed

Your are a part of His astounding greatness

SH 3/26/09 revisited 10/19/2012


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Manpower


The most eco-friendly vehicle one could meet
Is a part of you..yes it's  your own two feet...

Essentially this transportation is almost free
And quiet, as quiet as just two feet can be...

Now of upkeep you must think a bit
Healthy eating and good shoes that fit..

There are many miles on those feet of yours
Sorry, can't take you on cross country tours...

You'll see things that you won't from a car
Birds and flowers,  maybe an evening star...

For around town your feet just cant be beat
Leaving no carbon footprint..isn't that neat?!


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Love Is

Love is: The old man who still buys flowers for his wife.
And reminds her everyday she is his favourite part of life.


Love is: The homeless man on the street in the bitter cold,
Covering his dog with his jacket and keeping him consoled. 


Love is: The daughter at the bedside of her dying father,
Who quit her job to be with him since the start of his cancer. 


Love is: The little boy hugging his widowed granddad tight,
Who spends most of his days with him, giving him hope in his plight. 




SPONSOR: FRANK H
CONTEST: LOVE IS.


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Don't Lose Your Will

What happens when you lose your will?
When the thrill of life spills out of your heart
When the world seems like you're living in the dark
What happens when you forget to pay a bill?
And you don't know what you'll eat today
But you go to work and smile anyway
Who will care when you go to bed sad?
When your head hits the pillow, won't you be glad
When the day is over and you can reflect
On your life and dreams that you can protect
Then God enters your dream and you have a healing
The next day you realize there is a new feeling
Your heart, your soul are in a positive space
The sunshine is beaming off of your face
When you lose your will and don't know what to do
Trust in the Lord because he loves you.


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Always.

Throughout your entire life
I have been standing beside you

For I have been in love with you
Long before our eyes first locked

I’ve felt contentment in your essence 
A lifetime in the depths of my spirit

I knew your first words ever spoken to me
Long before your voice captured me

Looked upon myself through your eyes
Bathing in your beauty through my own

The love of your touch comforted me
As I closed my eyes and wrapped you in thought

Everyday passing you accepted me
As I gave everything of myself to you

I never doubted what I knew as truth
That inevitably our paths would cross

Forever changing to the reality that is you
 From what I had always held…a dream


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Collaborating In The Clouds

God, as I close my eyes and pray to You,
I ask You for an important thing to do:
Please, let my daughter grow up strong;
Let her be safe and away from wrong;
Let her laugh, let her play, and let her run;
Let her find her moments in the sun;
Let her know joy and be filled with glee;
Let her see the pride that abounds in me;
Let her know You and answer Your call;
Let her not from Your graces fall;
Let her grow in love and peace;
Let her zest for life never cease;
Let her beauty shine inside and out;
Let her discover what life is all about;
Let her find love and share in its desire;
Let her have children to share and admire;
Let her find happiness in all that's around;
Let her laughter be her one true sound;
Let her serve well with all her charms;
Let her seek comfort in Your caring arms;
Let her find beauty in all that life offers;
Let her be blessed with overfilled coffers;
Let her grow old in a very graceful manner;
Let her children carry on the family banner;
Let her life be an example of Your true love;
And let her fly away on the wings of a dove.



For "Collaborating In the clouds....." contest sponsored by Poet ~ Destroyer.

Written By: George Aul


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A Fact Of Life - Couplet Challenge

Scrubbing the oven is not my thing
But it’s part of the deal with a wedding ring


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Rammed Into The Weedbed

Rammed into the weedbed she found her way to shore.
Her thoughts invaded by her crew who shifted on her boards.
Back across the water; her visions through a door.
One that shut repeatedly when shipmates pulled her chords.
Resting now as though a chore
that sailors leave like lords.
Down the boardwalk from the floor
relieving her in hoards.
Maiden ship from head to core
who's damage comes in torrids
Without these journeys and your lore
these men would have no swords.


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My Morning

Mornings are a time for me
   to ponder dreams I have seen.
With coffee cup and pen in hand,
   I answer to my soul's demand.
Seizing thoughts which come alive
   inside the eye of my mind.
At half past nine, it's breakfast time
   and with my love, I gladly dine.
Then I'm off to do some loads,
   washing dishes, washing clothes.
I crack a book to take a break.
   perhaps the chores will have to wait,
When I'm wrapped up in a story,
   I forget my cares and my worries.
But before I know it, the clock chimes noon,
    and I realize morning's gone, much too soon.

TLH   ©   08-05-2012
For: Morning Contest


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My Kitty The Dreamer (Crystal)

A sophisticated strut quite arrogant in her theatrical play
on the move creeping silent nights, lounging in bliss throughout the day

A king of her domain strength and pose a simple gift of prestige
very few shall ever touch, no other shall come close to her league

With white boots in the moon light slinky and smooth 
a true heart of a gangster with something to prove

A beast of an arrogant notion, a lioness in the midst of the hunt searching for her prey
my clever satin love cunning and pure robed in a coat of armor with accents of grey

A sophisticated strut quite arrogant in her theatrical play
on the move creeping silent nights, lounging in bliss throughout the day 






Written By Rick Parise


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Summer Couplet




Upon my knees in desperation     the parched sand trickles through my hand
the steady drumbeat of Summer's song      rolls like death across the land







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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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My March Madness

My March Madness By Rick Rucker I feel like I’m on a runaway train, Too many things, at once, in my brain! Before I met You, my life was set, Not too excited would I get, My work, my writing, my drawings too, I had enough time to do, Since You said that you would be my wife, I have lead a singularly chaotic Life! Every second away from your side, Seems like I have already died! Luckily, my life returns, When next I see You, but the memory still burns, Of how, when Alone, I feel deprived, Unquenched, until I again, have arrived, Once again, near enough to see, The One that has given new life to me! The two halves of my Life, I must divide, Lest others find out that I’m like Jekyll and Hyde!


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Wigging Me Out

Early one morning my Hubby was sleepily shuffling around and about.
Dawn was almost breaking and we were becoming late no doubt.
Toiletries were a waiting, as he shuffled near the morning throne.
Opening the lid, you’ll never guess what exited as a rocket blown.
EEEWWW …Poor little thing… Oh Who, you will never guess…
Out popped a little tree frog jumping at mach 2 in his quest…
Yes, he was wet and doing his very best as he stuck to the vanity. 
For who can say how long he’d been trapped in there, you see?
It puzzled me to wonder… How he’d got to the second floor?
Poor little guy… I doubt he could have withstood very much more.
Now here we were to scare him… Yes, another time, I confide…  
We had to get him past 3 dogs awaiting for food and to go outside.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if 3 squirrels weren’t watching from the tree.
None might have been so eager, if they’d known he came from our potty.
My jammied hubby ran for the mulch pile where sticks and leaves abound…
As I entertained the squirrels and doggies with tempting morsels all around.

Now I can’t say it was traumatic to save a little wayward froggy…
But I won’t be opening that lid without a light, especially, if I am groggy.
And I’ll move back out of range as I lift the lid… I thank you all the same.
And next time I won’t forget to clean the toilet in a timely way, to my shame.
And I won’t ask my hubby to wash his hands 10 times daily… come next May.
Now I know you may not believe me… but I'll take an oath on this… I say.


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TOGETHER

I would never write poetry to compete.
      I write poetry to express me.


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Killed By Silence

Shut off from the world, silence sounds extremely loud
Surrounded by six walls, being murdered by the crowd
I try to say my words but I was suddenly put on mute
Nobody wants the truth just because the truth’s not cute
Lies and secrets make them feel great
Not even noticing the disasters they create
Yet they complain when something goes wrong
Looking for someone to blame so they can feel strong
Cornered by their deceit and promises which were never true
Praying to God is the only thing to do
Because I was searching for solutions, but I couldn’t find one
Looking for someone to listen but there was none
I look for microphones but they didn’t work
I feel like a bottle closed down by a cork
I want to explode because I’m tired of this noise
Silence sounds so irritating when I can’t hear my own voice
This makes no sense to me, yet I do not bare a frown
Until the world completely shut me down
I feel like my life was severed by a sharp knife
No decisions, no freedom I guess I barely had a life
And as I faded away my words echoed through their heads
Why is it that people only start listening when you’re dead?


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Without Limits

Most of my life I’ve fit into a small four-sided box.
I had no thought I might escape this prison with no locks. 

Obedient daughter of my parents and the ever-loving wife
striving to be the perfect mother, I put limits on my life.

I can’t pretend that I am sorry I prized their welfare over mine, 
but with ending of my duties life can be of my design. 

It is far too late I realize for the plans I laid aside
when I promised to be dutiful as a young and happy bride.

After thirty years of employment, for a while it was a shock.
that I need not set the buzzer.  I don’t revolve around the clock.

I have missed the chance, I’m certain, to have accumulated wealth,
but there are roles unlimited for elders in good health. 

I have found a latent talent that has been with me since birth. 
I’ve had the chance to let it grow and to travel o’er the Earth.

With this forum so unlimited I can send my words afar
with unfettered possibilities they could catch upon a star.

With my little house around me to protect me from the storm,
I have limitless time to venture.  I dare to tackle a new form.

By: Joyce Johnson

For Paula's contest "Limitless"

 






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Not Another Tear

Heartbroken again 
Another lonely day gone by, until I cry
But no I won't shed another tear
Not today and not this year
I need to stand firm and assert my authority
But there are days when I don't feel too pretty
My beauty is inside waiting to be shown
My heart is on my sleeve hanging all alone
But no more tears, atleast not today
I need to keep these dark spirits away
My heart can be mended and my faith not shaken
Now it seems my love has been taken
Stolen, from its original state where it was protected
Now it's become fragile and rejected
But I will start another day and take back my love
Take back my heart and take back me trust
And I will share my faith and love through the year
But today I will not shed another tear.


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Soul of a Pacifist, Life of a Warrior

Don’t send those violent war movies my way
     For on a dusty shelf they are sure to stay

All the bloodshed and gore I do without
     But with personal crises I forever do bout

By pointless horror movies I’m repulsed
     And yet I’ve been known to act on impulse

If you try to mess with someone I love
     I might repay you with an angry shove

Caribbean islands are sweet retreats
    But my travels follow adventure’s beat

Man versus nature storylines I prefer
     But to view man versus man? I defer

In many ways I am a warrior
     But my peaceful side puts up barriers


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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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I Want to Know What Love Is - Co-Written with Carolyn Devonshire

I heard the song and wanted to know what love is, so I turned to James
The Soup's king of romance knows it means more than just flirtatious games

     Dedication absorbed with love, for to feel it for the very first time
     The unification of two must gel like words in a poetry rhyme

This, James told me, and we explored the meaning much further
Many types of love, including a child and father

      Family life is important, reciprocation leads the way
      Whether blood, fostered or taken on, it's loves bond that says

We see an elderly couple walking hand-in-hand
This is but one type of love that many years withstands

      For so many fall by the wayside, taking different forks on life's roads
      Where a previously blossomed love has journeyed into destructs corrode

The deep affection felt for those whom we call our friends
Nestles deep within our hearts, a bond that never ends

     This we must truly cherish in a world going from day to day
     It does not matter where we come from, we are part of earths bouquet

Love knows no bounds and is shared with all humanity
One that respects each race and religion’s dignity




~*~ Co-Written with Carolyn Devonshire ~*~


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To Cross my Door to Liberty

The calling of the Rooster confirms a new dawn to me
I can sense the morning sun through mist I now can see

I lie here alone, so distant from love and life
My companion, a cold pillow, I need rescued from my strife

My breathing resonates amidst the loneliness I live
To cross my door to liberty, one day I'll have to give

When once my bed was warm, with heart warming displays
Now it's cold like a grey granite slab, for many many days

A darkness engulfs my life, when love before was there
To awaken to the Roosters call, all I can do is stare

My desire is to open my eyes, to venture to another day
When love again will fill my heart, in warming loving plays










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-15.php


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SECRET

                                                              SECRETS

                                              .Death took a life and left a soul all alone.
                                                  No one heard any screems or moans.

                                                They couldn't answer the question why?.
                                                 Who killed that girl,did she have to die.

                                                      Buried in a fire under all that ash.
                                                          Her life was taken in a flash.

                                              An abandoned bus is where her body was hid.
                                            Remains were so small they thought it was a kid.

                                               Police couldn't answer the why,when or who.
                                               Because of the fire it burnt up so many clues.

                                                   But when the police finally figure it out.
                                                 They will be found guilty without a doubt.

                                                     Her soul was lost but now it's found.
                                               Now she can rest and be put in the ground.
                                                        Teresa Skyles    August 21, 2011
Based on a newspaper artical.


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The Closing of 2011

While the door was closing on two thousand eleven
I was soundly asleep for I went to bed at seven

Dreaming of a beach where I was basking in the sun
Sipping margaritas and having lots of fun

Sleep as I get older has become quite a task
Without enough dark circles leave a raccoon mask

Staying up past midnight I now leave to the young
Call me a party pooper and I’ll just stick out my tongue

May two thousand twelve bring beginnings that are new
It’s late and past my bed time so I bid you “adieu!”


Written: Debra Squyres on 1-10-2012
For: Members Contest "Happy New Year"
Sponsored by:  Francine Roberts


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Convict

He thought it was the perfect crime,
But now, alas, he’s doing time.

For Susan’s Time contest


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PICTURE PERFECT

(PICTURE  PERFECT )  -   THANK   YOU 

For  the winds that blow the rain to the dry 
And thirsting  crops of July;

For the hopeful song of my woman there
With  a sleeping baby in a rocking chair; 

And  for her eyes so clear and the way they change -
Strangely familiar,  and familiarly strange;

And  for the smells  of new baked bread
As the kids get  sleepily  out of bed;

And   for cold mountain streams -
Tasting better than the elixirs of dreams;

And for a friendship remembered from long ago
Fondly cherished before we had to go.


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I Want To Take Their Sadness Away

I Want To Take Their Sadness Away


I do not understand the pressures of life
That can bring a person to the point of ending their life
I know times are hard and burdens are great
But please do not let your life end for peaks sake

The sadness I hear brings my heart to a hurt
If someone is feeling this sadness, red flag, alert
You are the director of what you want and need
Always get back up and tune into succeed

To give up is to let the negative win the battle
You are stronger that this, stand up and tackle
Turn yourself into a help center, at least do that
Saving yourself is what we are looking at

One by one we make a difference on this earth
You can't put a price tag on what your life is worth
Tomorrow is new, another day begins
Live, take flight, spread out your wings


Written by:  Debra M. Falgout


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A Whisper In The Dark

                                      Lost in the rain, I did't see your smile...
                                Tugging on the strings of my heart for a while...
                                     I reach my hands through the darkness... 
                                     Clenching and holding all that's endless...
                                  I try to scream but whispers steal my voice...
                                 And only silence and blindness are my choice...
                             Like a drop of rain that never reaches the ground...
                             My cries of desperation fall to a all to similar sound...


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Each day is ------------ Contest

A quest to gain more knowledge, hoping answers to life's whys will be unlocked
Everyday I learn, perceive and reason, the path to answers will remain unblocked


8-23-2013
What makes you tick - contest


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Our secret pact

 Written on 7th may 2012

The three of us, I don’t recall the time,
when we first met I shared all secrets of mine.

One of them I realized began to befriend me about an eon ago,
the other one I recall was with me since puberty, constantly seeking a glow.

The three of us made a pact for me to move on
but now it is only me and the two of them gone…………..

One was the inner me
and the other was the man in my mirror I envied to be.

But now it is three woven into one
and it is the new me.

As we draw our pact now and here
Would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear.

Would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest,
And give the people around me nothing but the best.

Would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations,
and work hard towards mending broken relations.

Would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear,
And take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear.

Would love to make an effort to be a good friend,
To my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end.

Would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving,
And spend more time in loving.

Would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous,
And speak only the truth and for that be courageous.


Would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly,
And cover them all with feelings that are friendly.

Would love to learn to be sensitive,
And towards others be open and receptive.

Would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me,
And be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see.

Would love to learn to be content about all I have received,
And focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived.

Would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees,
And  work to help out for carbon emission decrease.

Would love to learn to be forgiving,
And be more tolerant and caring.

Would love to right some of my wrongs,
And be true to myself and hum joyous songs.

And finally, would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude,
And to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.






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It's Time I was Moving On

Sad news today, February 6th in our year 2011
To "The Great Gig in the Sky" sell out in Heaven

My favourite blues rock guitarist, Mr Irish Gary Moore
Joins the "Midnight Blues, "Too Tired" no more will he tour

At fourteen years of age he received his first guitar
Like many budding rockers aspirations to be a rock star

The Beatles, Elvis Presley and the amazing Albert King
Heavily influenced this left hander, who made his right hand sing

As he grew past his teens, the genre he'd enter would mean
The likes of John Mayall's Bluesbreakers and Hendrix, now he's seen

Blues Rock it was to be, when Peter Green caught his ear
If you grew up with this maestro, you'll know his career

It started way back, way back in 1969
Skid Row, from Dublin he joined, as the music industry would find

This is where his association began, with Lynott, bassist extraordinaire
Many nights sharing the blues, this two Irishmen would share

His solo career just grew and grew, then into Thin Lizzy he would blend
Sharing the Black Rose stage with Phil his Irish friend

The blues became his life, with two Albert's who'd share his stage
Guesting with his 'Midnight Blues Band' many a jam they would engage

I now close my humble tribute, for he'll always be in my heart
On this day in Estepona, Spain, my hero in final depart












http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/music-5.php


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He is {our dearest friend}

He is everything good inside you and I
The alpha and omega the earth and the sky

He forgives our trespass as well as our thoughts
Don't get confused for he can't be bought

He is the planets as well as the stars
I first found him inside prison bars

He is all that has been or could ever be
The sun and the moon the sky and the sea

He is the beauty we see in a flower
He created the universe with all of it's power

He is the teacher who teaches us best
He forgives us our sins and offers us rest

He is the one who offered his Son
To forgive us of things that we have done

For he is love in it's truest form
The comfort inside that makes us feel warm

He gives unto us the right to choose
The ultimate choice of win or lose

When you feel lonely and full of despair
Comfort is waiting in a single prayer

He is the one thing from which we can't hide
For he is the spirit that lives inside

He is the beginning as well as the end
For he truly is "our dearest friend"


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CRADLE KILLED LOVE

                 
Cradle Killed Love The fatal trait was hers to grieve-- Too old for heartaches, she believed— Sweet traitorous blue ripped from the skies This whistle blue ---enticed his eyes-- This fellow's time was lightly passed. Her artless smile numbed him aghast An email heart of charming dreams Slaughtered him with schoolgirl schemes. Her father warned her as a child Stout hearts be wary-- stiffly styled-- The only way to live pain free Is cradle-killed before you’re three. Just number loves paint on your smile-- let lovers chase a quarter mile let them think they've won the race tell them that you've dreamed their face.
V Anderson-Throop 2013


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new begining

 
Jan2012
By Sashi. Prabhu (ZEAUOXIAN)
I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I have cheated my fears alright, I have broken up with my doubts uptight. I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I got engaged to my faith last night, I married my dreams at the sight of first light. I am not afraid to get up today, I am not afraid to wake up to another day today, I am not afraid to open my eyes and see today, I am not afraid to climb out of bed today. I am ready to walk into the gardens in the heavy rains, I am ready to open my nose and smell of mud from wet terrain I am ready to face the world all alone, I am ready to do anything to walk up the stepping stone. I am ready to say anything to anyone, I am ready to talk to anyone under the sun. I am ready to yell from mountain tops, I am ready to dive from ravine drops. I am ready to walk for a cause, I am ready to run to protect environmental laws. I am ready to touch taboo objects & subjects I am ready to work on regressions of y on x I am ready to understand tangled issues, I am ready to wipe all tears with tissues. I am ready to taste tropical fruits, I am ready to chop, boil and eat bamboo shoots I am ready to jump out from a moving truck, I am ready to pull my allies from loads of muck. I am ready to be creative again, I am ready to write and spill out my joys and pain. I am ready to sing and hear my own songs, I am ready to correct my own wrongs. I am ready to throw a stone afar, I am ready to play my own music for all with the door ajar. I am ready to write notes about me, I am ready to put them up for all to see. I am ready to whistle whilst I walk down the alley, I am ready to bring out tunes and them create verbally I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more.


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Mr Lonely

Nobody is around me,
The figure heard is inside to be,
My heart feels cold,
Looking around feeling bought, or sold.
Characters seeking the way,
On the bench I watch as they play.

No heart to feel love,
Each who opens I choose to shove,
Shove out of anything to do with me,
Feeling as if there's no more to see.
I'm lonely in a world so defined,
Defined with labels; I'm not intertwined,

Hurt from one can last,
Now I can go with out people; I fast.
They talk up the pace of the rhythm as they do,
Although I'm lonely; I do have a clue.
Quiet lurks around every bend,
When will my voice speak out the thoughts I send?
 
A sponge I hold as my mind,
To take in each thing I find.
Looking over my shoulder,
Keeping my head up to those colder.
The loneliness is a box of space,
Filled up with each and every face.
You're not judged by my naked eye,
I'm a lonely one; the one who is shy.

The number one is first on the chart,
Giving this three letter word a head start.
One day I won't be so lonely I pray,
But Mr. Lonely I'll be until that day.


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Angel Dust

Lonely and dull was the path Seeing the way, none could laugh Disease hung in the air Life seemed to go nowhere Of what use would be living If maimed, none would dare to be boasting Desperate was the current flow When hope sparked us all in one go Dust flew in from the skies Dust came in without any ties Angels cried at our plight Saddened at our darkened sight So they gave us a boon, Stardust, sparkling, in the heat of noon Silvery, shiny, deep with hue Lyrical, magical, it seemed not true Those who did inhale the dust Could do nothing except to let go of their lust Life is meant to be lived Life is meant not to be re-lived! So, come, let us sing and dance To the name of faith, in all abundance!
15 October 2012 Anoucheka Gangabissoon


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Super Victimized

Expecting 2 get something special
U end up getting part of the 'all'
So 2 compensate 4 the loss
I remain on the path 4 gloss!


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Opened the Wound

So much to say but nothing comes out,
One minute you’re in my arms and the next I am filled with doubt,
So much to tell you but nothing will do,
I gave you my heart and you weren’t true,

Older does not mean wiser,
And time just makes one forget,
How selfish ambitions were how we once met,

Dreams are just dreams when it’s one-sided my dear friend,
Your words turned to poison when you betrayed me again,
Forever is a long time and you can’t even handle the now,
So why complicate me with those intimate vows,

Love is an action not just a feeling,
You have no idea what it’s like when someone is still healing,
Jump from one bed into another,
I can’t clean up your mess as if I were your mother,
You bailed once before when you didn’t understand
How foolish of me to think you wouldn’t do it again,

Time keeps on flying for it stands still for no one,
You dance with an angel but kill with a gun
Closure can come just on one’s own,
It’s called closing the door and allowing the cut to be sown,

So stitch me up once again,
For I allowed myself to open what was meant to end,
Bandage me oh so tight,
To stop this pain tonight,

For I know when a heart breaks it never mends right,
It never mends right
It never mends right.

By: Sabina Nicole
written: 09/29/12


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A Voyage to Remember

The day that we left port, to new horizons we would sail
Knowing the dangers ahead, seafarers in the end we would prevail

Our journey from the Highlands from Inverness my home town
To Brazil in South America a new life to settle down

With charts of old we sail the seas
Passing the Antialtair Seamount with hardly a breeze

Our destination set, half way through our trip
Bridgetown, Barbados, on my elegant ship

We noticed a change a difference, on these high seas
Many nautical miles I've sailed but I've never seen ones like these

The sky had turned a colour I'd never seen before
Sporadic luminescent blues, like the beaches of the Azores

Our lookout suddenly shouts, dark shapes drift in the clouds
Before too long there is screaming, even the men cry loud

Swooping winged creatures descend, mouths agape with luminescent blues
Their tails whipping the swells, lacerating the waves we sail through

For many hours they probed as they swooped, a blue ball hovering over my ship
This is certainly a voyage to remember, to our new life on this trip

We finally reach Bridgetown, Barbados, my family and crew still in fear
When we sighted this land in the sun, we were deafened by our cheers

We reported in to the authorities, our run in with creatures unknown
They mentioned the Bermuda Triangle, and we were not alone

They have many reporting such as we, even fleets disappearing from view
To reach here as we have done, we are lucky, just one of a few

We thanked them for their assistance, as we set sail for our journeys end
To Vitoria a city so new, to our sawmill, our new life, Amen

As our world around us grew open, more tales and stories were told
Conclusions were never developed, maybe one day it will all unfold





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-16.php


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The Globe of Harmony

There's a planet I believe to be
The globe of harmony

It’s beyond our capability to explore
Vibrating deep in the Universe's core

The luminous colours and pulsating force
Keeps the Universe on steady course

By emitting an energy surge filled potion
Through the power of rhythmic motion

And with each wave of energy brings
The right balance to all things

There’s a planet I believe to be
A gift from the Almighty.


by Ana Espinola Collins


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Body Surfing

Most days I go to the beach.  I like to sit
in the warm sand and watch the waves.

Like a parking lot, the beach is heaving
with day trippers who have come to play.

Mostly I like to watch the body surfers,
as they maneuver and swim out brave.

I have known this rush of speed and foam
crashing over the tops of breaking waves.

But lately I prefer to sit and breathe,
and catch some whiffs of my long lost days.


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what makes me tick

My thoughts come from those
Who layed to rest now pose

That give my mind the power
To think and write and never cower


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Night time thoughts

There’s a persistent pain eating away at my heart
Memories of what was… tearing me apart
How can I smile after all I have seen?
How can I dance when I am in this machine?
There’s a repetition chipping away at my soul
Fighting for the right to be complete and whole
How can I sing when sorrow weighs heavy on my chest?
I tried giving you my absolute best
There’s a fight between my spirit and mind
I need more than a temporary sign
I need more than this internal grief
I need waters to flow in order to gain relief
There is a fire brewing underneath these twigs and sticks
Illuminating all the shames and dirty tricks
Revitalizing purpose and desire
Learning to submit to someone much higher
How can I fly with wings of distortion?
How can I rebirth this emotional abortion
Numbness lasts for parts of this season
When all one knows has committed treason
Questions rose during battle and retaliation
Nights under stars are born inspirations
It’s as Sweet as honey in its final hour
Only pure love can bring forth life, restoration and power.

By: Sabina Nicole


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Every Soul A Star

Ever soul is like a star
Even though we're far apart:
One day life will kindle it's flame
In star and human, all the same.
Every moment we live longer,
Getting tougher, getting stronger.
Until our inner light shines through
And win back what we used to lose.
Til we're down on our last breath
And who's come for us but himself, Death.
A hole we'll leave when we have gone
Yours in space float upon
While mine is in my dear kin's hearts;
Every soul is like a star.


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Mayberry

Take a step back to a simpler place,
Where the world revolved at a slower pace.

Think about Andy, Opie, Barney and Aunt Bee,
Enjoying life in the small town of Mayberry.


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Ego

When I know my Ego self has ceased to be,
and when my heart and mind have been set free.

To wake and move forth throughout my day
and share the miracle, you have sent my way.

I take these miracles and spread them far,
as I travel by plane, train, boat or car.
And If I did not leave the house at all
someone who had needs would come, or call

The wonders of what you've shared with me
are not meant to be kept hidden selfishly.
I must joyously throw the Ego to the side
that I might see truth with a clearer eye.

For there are many out there just like me
who seek this same knowledge desperately.
So I ask to be busy about your work today
and with your help, keep the ego far away.

Lord Jesus, if you see me and find me lacking,
we will know the ego is busy attacking.
Touch me with your gentle love and hold me close,
for now I know, of the two, I need you most.


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The Feeling

From deep within a silence grows
Vastly spreading, yet no one knows
No one knows of what's to come
The Feeling is sudden, then it's done.
Often with pain, fits of sorrow
The Feeling leaves nothing, not even a morrow
With much haste, take one last breath
We all succumb to The Feeling of Death.


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Subconciously

Subconsciously I'm alive in this skeletal frame
Why I am here belongs to this living worlds fame

I was but a child, when it all happened years ago
At the place called the Ness, that stemmed my younger grow

Please look through my eyes and picture what I see
Live with me the feeling of what life is supposed to be

How fast can you run if you have a sibling chasing thee
Do you give into him, and be the weakling so dad can see

Being the faster allows the luxury, to look back and view
To be the one who's ahead as he turns his head askew

For he can no longer indulge, in front is where he's to be
To allow his younger brother to play catch up, oh we'll see

This moment is about to haunt me, it's scary for I shall know
No boo! can ever rival, that will stem our younger grow

As I sail the clouds of gone and retire to where I now live
I happen to come across another sibling who may be sieved

Looking down from the heavens as I trawl the unfortunate
Like a Praying Mantis in hope as we ready to deliver wait

Just at the moment of strike, I lure his head to see
My brothers son called Liam, is he who stares back at me



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Life Ain't Flawless

Life can be glorious and life can be serene
Life can be discouraging and life can be mean
Life can be first love and life can also be its loss
Life can be a helping hand and life can be an albatross
Life can be a soft caress and life can punch you in the gut
Life can bring you happiness and life can leave you in a rut
Life can bring you disappointment and life can lift your spirits high
Life can bring you riches and life can leave you high and dry
Life can take away your pride and life can leave you without a friend
Life can bring you to your knees and life can seem a virtual dead end

What is this thing we view as life with its constant ups and downs?
To feel, to breath, to hurt, to love, to die amidst a million smiles and frowns
We didn’t ask to be here; we could have just as well remained as dust
Instead we find ourselves alive and so to stay alive we must
So how do we go on from here, given the situation that exists?
Should we choose to make the best of it with all its turns and twists?
Or should we find the nearest closet and hide behind its door?
Peeking out only now and then, never venturing out to re-explore
The choice is yours and yours alone my friend, only you can finally decide
Here’s hoping you choose to face life head on and give it one hell of a ride.

©Copyright Charlie Gragg January 1, 2011  

  

   



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Foreign Cousins

We British love to stand in queues
We are known through out the world for it.

It must be something in our genes
We have tried all the other means.

Nobody teaches us what to do
We just line up when we see a queue.

The trouble starts with our foreign cousins; they look on us amused,
Then they walk to the front, ingnoring us and bypass all the queues.

Excuse me Sir or Madam, we say but you should be at the back,
‘What on earth for when I can walk in, you know what you can do with that!’

Fury starts to raise and feet begin to tap,
I am sorry Sir/Madam, but you must join at the back.

The door opens and we see just what we are queuing for,
It is the ladies services but then she grabs the door.

Our foreign cousin jumps in, what a nice neat trick
And locks the door behind her, it was ever so quick.

There is a murmur from the queue, 
I’d tell her off if I was you.

Don’t you worry I’ll do that when she comes back on out
I’ll stop the lady on exit, but then I here the shout.

You’ve missed another spot you dolt, just let the woman go.
Oh not again why was I so slow.

So to all our foreign cousins when, in England you arrive,
Please don’t forget to queue up here, if you want your holiday to survive.



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Why Is It

The snows of Winter last so long
While Spring is just a fleeting song.

For Brian's 2 line contest

No 1 in a mul;tiple win.


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OUR LIVES

                         A house to live in and a room of my own.
                          A family to love and a place to call home.

                         There is no one here that shows they care.
                        Having a life with nothing or no one to share.

                 Every night we would bough our heads and say a prayer.
                      That our life would change and things would be fair.

                  When I cry the burdens I carry hurt me through my soul.
                 My faith and hope is to have a life that makes me fill whole.

                When I lay my head to sleep the pain I feel doesn't go away.
                 Before I sleep to our Lord I say please change my life I pray.

                 My life consist of a mom and brothers,sisters and never a dad.
                   The life she gave us was all we needed and was all she had.

                          So my life wasn't the best but it was filled with love.
                                But as we all grew-up our lives fit like a glove.
                                                                                               Teresa Skyles
Entered in Brian Strand's"Any 2011 posted poem 14 lines max"contest


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The Quivering Rabbit

The quivering Rabbit lies upon the cold frozen ground
Ground of thorn thickets cockleburs and tall sun dried sage brown
The hidden openings  rocky places it had played its escape
The hounds of death had chased it from these it thought safe
It had prior since run for its life from such numerous hounds
Each experience taught it that life won- is a daily round
But the older and wiser the rabbit became
The fatter and slower- thus the hounds did gain
Tattered flesh its hairs viewed plucked with red stains abound
The dogs of death have ceased their chasing madding sound
For this now dying rabbit- its death now does face
The quivering rabbit does pay for its mistakes 
Breath the struggle- breath the riddled body desires
Breath of the last- till there is breath no more
The quivering rabbit stills upon the cold frozen ground


By Mark A. Goodson


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Aware

I have made so many mistakes,
Allowed my life to be at stake,
All because of guilt and shame,
A cycle that no one on this earth could tame.

I have ran from the only one who could save,
Allowed myself to be a tormented slave,
All because I had never known true love,
A web that was spun consumed me like a glove.

But then a precious presence entered my soul,
Told me I was free and to just let go,
A lovely voice within my heart,
Said three beautiful words... Brand new start.

I have pushed away all attempts to feel,
For the pain of healing has become quite clear,
But the alternative was death in my body and spirit,
So once again I will allow myself not to fear it.

I have rebelled all because I wanted to be rebuilt,
And like a rose in mid- fall I started to wilt.

No more isolation,
No more complication,
Simplicity... wasn’t so simple
When all I knew was rough currents and invasive ripples.

I have climbed many mountains when all I had to do was speak,
And now I am on my way to the highest peak,
For the promise of the strong deriving from what was once weak,
Has finally come to pass in the humble, Pure and meek.

By: Sabina Nicole


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Precious Things

I will talk with you of precious things,
The sunsets' hue and birds that sing,
What children did and adults do,
And teaching babes to tie their shoe.

That time is worth much more than gold,
And greater still - someone to hold.
Health is not so over-rated,
Biggest regrets? O'er those I've berated.

To spend an hour with my niece
Is like another puzzle piece,
The real measure of a man
May be in how he takes a hand. 

How dawn and dusk partner their color
And share that with an ardent lover.
That tiny bloom so trodden on
Could still bear seed, even looking wan.

A child dancing with Elmo and chasing the dog
Is better than coffee at cutting through fog,
Anticipation's not better than the event,
And moments together are time best spent.

I've learned I'm not completely whole,
That television can't fill my soul,
And what I've been and what I've done
Have been negated by the Son.


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Just,One Button

In order to impress and dazzle my  date,
I put on my best Safari suit hurriedly so I won`t be late,

I walk with confidence and extreme  glamour,
 Men  and ladies smile at me with great humour,

I check again to see whether I`m perfectly dressed,
finds one missing button which must be addressed,

Check a button shop to replace this missing one;
"This one is special and scarce"says the keeper on getting to my turn.

She gives me a number to call so as to correct this defect,
 bringing out my phone to call, but it`s of no effect,

Alas! one button is stuck,this hit me like a blow,
Why this is happening on a day like this?,I don`t know,

I have to correct these before meeting my dame,
These defects are serious and may tarnish my fame.




CONTEST:"Buttons" sponsored by Black Eyed Susan


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Love Me Till Tomorrow

I do not ask you Dear
To love me to the end;
Until the oceans cease
And all the stars descend.
I do not ask you stay
Till sun and fire consume;
And all the world explodes
In one great final boom.
In all our lovely years
I only ask the crumbs;
Love  me till tomorrow
And hope tomorrow comes.


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Changes

The sun is shining on my skin
A gentle breeze blows in

The leaves falling, leaving limbs naked underneath
Seasons changing, a good thing for me to take in

Time is passing, yet for me the clock never changes
It is always the same hour, day, and month of the year

I wish I could change like the leaves of color
Maybe that would help me become another

Yet, I stay in the same place not wanting to go up that hill
When will time pass for me or will it just stay still?



Holly P. Moore
October 2012


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First Rain




A watchful kind of morning this
The sky a billowing pinkish bliss
In stark relief scattered oaks stand
As sentinels for the waking land

Soon the pink has faded away
To white pillowing clouds at play
The wind has started to gently blow
Stirring where the golden grasses grow

Time my child to wend our way
Homeward where our hearts do stay
I think the afternoon brings rain
Our winter song's first refrain...


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Linger

Ivory contours of nature’s lure 
Satin sunrise of passion pure
Lingering lovers tasting light 
Auburn hair of swirled night
Naked whispers’ sultry sheer
Turgid thoughts nestled near
Pleasure painting autumn’s rust 
Fingers probing lingering lust


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Fighting All Alone!!!

Never been like now
everyone turning into stone,
And I'm left here
fighting all alone.

Days have gone by
of happiness and joy,
lost somewhere in the crowd
leaving me alone to cry.

Never did i ever expect
to face conditions as now,
can't believe in myself
and still asking how??

Wrecked are the nights
with the dull moon shining
just above my head 
watching me crying.

Beware ! the world
and let it be known,
that I'll come back
fighting all alone!!!


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