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The old man sat with eyes closed, dozing in his chair
Until a little voice he heard say “Grandpa, are you there”.

He gazed upon a little boy while waking from his nap
Then reached down with a sweeping move and placed him in his lap

The child was carrying a book that he wanted him to see
He held it up and  asked him “Grandpa, will you read to me”?

The old man cleaned his glasses then opened up the book
And suddenly the two of them a wonderous journey took

They ventured lands so far away, sailed seas not sailed before
Met knights and kings and wizards on every distant shore.

Together they fought dragons, saved damsels in distress
Freeing lands of monsters and the treasures they possess

When the old man closed the cover to end their magic ride
He told the boy “We're much like books, what's important is inside”.

But one day when the boy arrived and rushed to Grandpas chair
Much to his disappointment, his Grandpa was not there

He ran to find his mother for surely she would know
Why the chair was empty, where did his Grandpa go

She sat him down and asked him if he remembered in each book
The adventures and the journeys that he and Grandpa took

He took you there to show you the things that you can find
The wonders that are yours to see if you open up your mind.

But he still walks beside you in the stories you have read
You're not left to go alone, he’s just gone on ahead

The child then went and chose a book and climbed up in the chair
And opening up the cover whispered “Grandpa, are you there”?

Copyright © Bob Quigley

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As The Wind Blows - Chan's Memory

Removed by author upon realization that this site gives permission for use of poems to anyone with the option of removing the author's name.

Copyright © FJ Thomas

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Second Chance

As the never world awaits me, 
The lord darkness, his cloak now draped.
Haunting images that appear in dreams,
Invade the subconscious, till again I wake 

Complative thoughts well before the dawn,
I walk the morning shore,
How many have stood on these same sands,
Reflecting the echoes of those no more.

And still the waves they pound the shore,
Relentless in their quest,
As they crash on the rocks with deafly roar,
White tipped and foaming zest.

Dawn breaks with gilded cotton clouds,
Waiting like courtiers to their king.
Gathering round the sovereign sun,
Bestowing his warmth on everything.

Would that life compare to the shore,
All worries get washed away.
Cares thrown to the four winds,
As on my knees I pray

© N A Windle 2009

Copyright © nicholas windle

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Broken Hearted Man

Walking through fields where we first met
Capturing hints of your soul, I wont forget
Where wild daisies grow, so bright so tall
I close my weeping eyes, picture it all

So carefree, dancing, enjoying all life's gift
Breathing you in, each precious moment, a lift 

Chasing butterflies, through valleys, along streams
Living out fantasies  in pursuit of our wildest dreams

I remember your radiant smile and twinkle in your eye
The look you would give me, how you made me high

That warm soft heart, love and compassion for all man
Leading   showing the weak, the downtrodden   they can

Your love, unclouded, never ending, magical, so pure
How could I not be in love, how could I not be sure?

The sun sets on our day but not on my thoughts of you
Until we meet again, this broken hearted man's love rings true

Copyright © Tim Smith

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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.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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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

Copyright © Michael Jordan

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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.

Copyright © Raul Moreno

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One Toy Soldier

One Toy Soldier

Little toy soldiers are all put away
Training is over for this time of day.
Where do these little boys go now to play?
Away from their home to die in the fray.

Little toy weapons are no longer there
But boxed in attics by mothers with care--
Where keepsakes still hold a lock of his hair--
While rockets and missles challenge his fare.

Little toy bad guys and little toy good
Haze in the distance when misunderstood.
Where fall the lilies on long crates of wood
And each gave their all--as good soldiers should...

Little toy soldiers are coming back home...
Mothers are weeping, laments all alone
Where flags lie folded--the gift of Shalom...
As the long box is lowered...'neath the loam

One little toy soldier is placed on the top
Remembering All--so that None be Forgot.

deborah burch©                            


Copyright © Deborah Burch

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Black Sunday {Personification in Couplet form}

I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery

I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end

I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care

Those who stayed I covered in dust
As their children died I broke their trust

From my hell many families did flee
Left to wander homeless in misery

I changed the word these words are true 
Black Sunday brought darkness on you

I didn't see any direct link but just goggle
pictures of the dust bowl and you will see
what i have written for Brian's Contest.
The Dust Bowl - Alexandre Hogue - 1937

Copyright © Michael Jordan

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Lost Treasure - A Family's Story

Among scattered stones the sisters liked to play
Mommy finding rocks in pockets day after day

But beneath a leaf a treasure one little girl found
A rock like she’d never seen, beautiful and round

So off to her sister she ran to show her prize
They danced in circles letting out delighted cries

No matter how they looked they only found that one
So they decided to share; showing it to everyone

Each day they played with that stone and had fun
Loving its beautiful green and how it shine in the sun

After time the sisters came to adore this pebble
Taking it everywhere; never letting it get dull

Then one day the neighbor down the street was passing by
Daddy always said stay away from him; he’s not a nice guy

The girls were so happy in the yard they hadn’t noticed him
Wondering why they were laughing so, he had seen them

You see, old Mr. D was a very slick and greedy man
Wanting what wasn’t his; stealing from every hand

So Mr. D snuck closer to see what made them glow
His eyes got big when he saw them dance to and fro

Taking turns with their friend; their own little rock
Never setting it down; so he continued to gawk

Now Mr. D knew something precious when he got a look
This was no regular stone, but rare Jade just like in books

A lovely rare stone the sisters shared between them
Never knowing its worth, but still loving this gem

Mr. D stood up straight and put on his nicest smile
Then asked “dear girls, may I sit here a while?”

The girls always listened to daddy; so in reply they said
You have to ask dad before you open the gate ahead

Mr. D was no longer smiling, as they had foiled his first trick
But he wanted that Jade, so another time he would pick

It was late now and mommy was going through pockets
Soon she found their pretty stone nestled in some blankets

She thought “I’ll set it on the sill while the blanket dries”
Not knowing Mr. D had seen her with his greedy eyes 

As soon as she went inside he tip toed beneath the sill
Knowing he’d make the girls cry he laughed a loud shrill

Mom ran outside and could not believe what she saw
The precious stone was gone; it had to be that outlaw

Momma cried all night because of her carelessness
Wanting to fix it; hoping her girls loved her no less

Some time had passed and Mr. D did not care for the stone
It was now always by garbage, in the dirt, or just left alone

So one day having used it enough, he left it on the side of the road
It was dirty and scratched not being given the love the girls showed

People passed by and never noticed the gem on the roadside
Thinking it was like every other rock they continued their ride

The girls were a little older now; but had never forgotten about their friend
The pebble brought them so much joy their hearts would never quite mend

The family decided to take a walk and look at pretty flowers growing
To take in some of the fresh air, warm sun, and feel the wind blowing

But as they were walking a small flash of light caught the girls eyes
And they froze as they could not believe what just under the dirt lie

It was their treasure, their prize, the friend they'd always kept close
A beautiful green rock that shone bright and kept them on their toes

They run to their parents and say “she looks different, but can we keep her please”
Daddy looked and momma and smiled; she looks at the girls but does not tease

“It’s only the outside” she said; “the inside will still be as pretty as ever”
“Just need to wash the dirt and rub the scratches and she’ll be even better”

So home she went, that precious stone, right where she belong
The three back together, they danced in the yard all day singing songs

All cleaned up and shining bright, the neighbors now admire that Jade
Never realizing all its hidden qualities; happy that too far it hadn’t strayed

Mr. D sees all the commotion and wants to know what is going on
Then he saw all admiring the stone he wanted to be forever gone

If he couldn’t have it he didn’t want anyone else to enjoy its beauty
But Mr. D lost this one; that little Jade was home, loved and happy

~FJ Thomas

Copyright © FJ Thomas

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So Many

Don’t go I heard her cry,
From a door that was kept ajar.
The message very poignant,
Knowing how many had gone before.
Then given that we make a choice,
So who are we to say?
Across our small blue planet,
Would this happen anyway.
Souls and there are many,
Sacrificed in freedoms name.
Lay on the battlefields altar,
To justify, another’s gain.
We all must share the burden,
For who is there to blame.
Given the point, from their perspective,
From our view, would be the same.

Copyright © nicholas windle

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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 <*>

Copyright © James Fraser

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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

Copyright © James Fraser

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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.

Copyright © Brittany Reynolds

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The Bird Sings

If I were a bird, would you clip my wings
then cage me away with pretty things?
And, if my wings were to be clipped
why not just burry me within a crypt,
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
For to have wings that cannot soar,
then why not nail me to the floor?
Tonight I shall make my final swan song
knowing I have been locked away so long.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant so kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So still the caged bird, she sings
without her sky, without wings.
Sometimes laments, sometimes sighs,
sometimes she whistles her own reprise.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So then curious is it, the caged thing
who finds she has the heart to sing?
Because it would seem a great strain
to be caged seems twisted and profane,
for a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
When asked, why do you sing, bird?
The answer is a simple word,
hope, for escape from behind these bars
that keep me caged from the stars.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
Birds should have no master, no kings
and love cannot be clipping wings.
But now it seems I must live confined,
in this hand crafted cage of your design,
but a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So must I wait for these wings to heal
and relearn how the wind may feel.
If I must be caged, still my heart sings
of the day I can again use my wings.

Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer

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The Zoos and Us

We went to the zoo that fine summers day
Seeing many an animal in captivity play

From all over the world, five continents all
Where many are thriving, and many will fall

I find it ironic when we view and we stare
For outside we slaughter, in their dens and their lairs

The above line tells me that the zoos are the place
To save her gems whilst us humans lose face

As her marvels diminish, we praise these acres of land
And salute those who cared and drew up their plans

For the zoos they created are their dreamed thoughts ahead
Without these few acres, many species would be dead

So next time you visit, either a zoo or a park
Look beyond their boundaries, as you stand in the Ark

Copyright © James Fraser

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I had a love, but it flew like a 
out of the cage, but never 

I had a voice that spoke with 
rendered softly, but now I 

I had a charm that melted like 
Now it's forming artery clutter.

I ballooned lungs, possessing 
your air,
but your absence left a 
pulmonary tear.

I had wide eyes endulged with 
but they can't relay what a 
heart can see.    

I had a heart that beat like a 
but it's been chewed like shoe-
stuck gum.

I had honey dance in my 
playful mouth.
Now it's tasted onion, hard to 
brush out.

I had a belly that held 
Now they've come out like once 
hidden lies.

I had tickled ears filled with 
your melody.
They pranced like deer, into a tree.

I had pennies wasted on vain 
Now they're poisoning the 
I had a nose filled with rose's 
but it blew with the breeze, a 
memory spent.

I had smooth arms secure in 
your care.
Now they're free, yet lonely, 

I had soft hands, interlocked 
with yours.
Now they hold open their own 

I had silken legs you loved to 
I keep them neatly under my 

I had eyebrows raised with 
Now they're abased, full of 

I had a smile, like a child's for 
I still wear one, but it's a fake.

I had instincts, but I let them 
like a rambling tongue, for 
ego's show.    

I had a feeling this would end,
but remained devoted like an 
owing friend.

I had deep wounds, dripping 
with blood.
The stains are hidden under the 

I had regrets of the worst kind,
but I've released them, lost in 

I had a self, differently sorted,
vibrantly alive, now aborted.

by Juliet Ligon
for Giorgio's "Favorite Poem" 

Copyright © Juliet Ligon

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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

Copyright © James Fraser

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Never Tell

He smiles in my direction as he walks in the door
And laughs at my heart, now a puddle on the floor,
The people walking by turn, point and stare,
I repeat over and over, “there’s nothing there…”

Rains of passion, waves of homicidal angst,
You can’t look backwards and still walk straight,
A million signs are screaming out at you:
Stop-danger-watch out-you’re running too

Quickly, swiftly your friends all walk away,
I’d like to say something, but it’d be so cliché,
Silently you sit and watch them go,
Hoping inside that they don’t know,
Maybe they won’t know, but everybody knows…

I think of you and I think about stars,
Captured fireflies in marmalade jars,
Beautiful reminders of what may have been,
But the fire goes out, and they lay there dead...

He says, “The poison doesn’t do it for me anymore,
I need a pain to leave me lying gasping on the floor,”
My eyes go cloudy as he looks to yesterday,
I say, “I never meant to hurt you anyways...”

It broke my heart, I almost cried
To see you hurting, so broke inside,
Twist, plunge deeper, lemon and salt it so,
Some suffer in silence, I’ve come to know,
You’d rather be alone, you asked me to go...

The colors flew around the walls,
How I got here I don’t recall,
He handed me the bottle and I didn’t think twice,
"Just get rid of the pain, whatever the price..."

I think we danced, at least we may’ve,
Silly boy, to think I’d misbehave,
He said, “I bet I can change your mind,”
Slow down, stop, (learn to) rewind,

“Hold my hand,” I pleaded, to who?
I don’t think so, that’s not something I’d do,
Stop, not there, leave me alone,
I don’t want to be touched anymore…

A glance at the reflection as I pass a mirror,
I thought I saw a smile, but it disappeared,
Spin around and around, a crystal ball,
Reality’s a mist that surrounds us all…

Copyright © Meghan Ziegel

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Breathes of Souls

The night grows heavy as the bells do toll,
And tears will fall, all will behold.

As deep in Gods earth is laid to rest half a soul
Once entwined and beautifully blessed.

Now those left behind will cry out with envy,
For the peace of ages the lost holds so clearly.

Those hearts left behind will cry out with the cold
As bittersweet memories circle of old.

Emblazoned images circle of walks once walked,
As the other half now goes with God to talk.

Hearts do tremble with sadness that once knew love,
As time stretches, a lonely run begun.

Time will carry forth until the other flies free
Dispatched by deaths angel to soar with the breeze.

Then those dispatched by deaths’ grim thoughts will unite
Together to find peace at last.

As the breathes of two souls will heal and hold fast,
And love will again hold them close, at last.

Copyright © Carol Eastman

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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

Copyright © James Fraser

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Death is not the End

Death is not the end,
For love goes on
And you will find the evidence
Long after I have gone.
The flowers that we planted
Will blossom without end,
You’ll find me in their beauty
As to their needs you tend.
The books we read together,
The laughter in the pages,
Will continue to give pleasure
To you throughout the ages.
So do not mourn my passing
You are not left alone,
You’ll always find me waiting
In the places we have known.
The bond that grew between us
Will not abate with time,
It will go on for always,
I’m yours and you are mine.

Copyright © May Fenn

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Armano the Auracano

Armano the Auracano of Rock Star fame
Will never be singing on his stage again

A fan. a critter, or even a possum 
Has taken his life, he will no longer blossom

He was a handsome dude, tall and preened
With shiny red rustic feathers, and did the girls scream

A newspaper reporter asked his manager Dane
It must be hard for you, as you will miss him playing

Yes i will, things will never be the same
But another star will be born, to look after his dames

Copyright © James Fraser

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I was talkin' with the Lord when He said to me
"Are you okay?  Need some company"?

I told Him that even with all His creatures
I couldn't find one that had my features.

"Well, no need to worry about it." He said
Then he gave me a nightcap, and put me to bed.

When I awoke I was awfully sore
Little did I know there was to be a lot more.

For He had taken a bit of my hair and a piece of bone
And whilst I slept, formed for me a unique companion.

I caller her "Eve" as it seemed to fit
As time went by we were a hit.

We would talk and eat and walk the garden nude
No neighbors as yet,  we needn't be prude.

Then one day she said to me,
"Hey Adam, here, try some fruit from this tree."

Not knowing the difference between evil and good
I took a big bite, as together we stood.

Then in a flash everything turned black
I knew we were in for some serious flak.

"What have you done?"  I asked aloud
"Was this from the tree, which was not allowed?"

"Well", she said, "The snake gave me the word
That if we ate it, we would be like the Lord."

We realized we were naked and ran off for some leaves
When the Lord started calling, we were hiding in the trees.

"What's going on?"  He said to me
"Have you eaten of the forbidden tree?"

Like all blame shifting men not skipping a beat
"Yes, Lord", I said, "Eve gave me some to eat.

"You foolish creatures . . . it would have been wise
You could have spent eternity in this Paradise."

"I'm sorry Lord, I can't say it enough."
"You're right, you can't, so I'm making this rough!

Because now, you will have to scratch out a life
For yourself, your children, and especially your wife.

If you think this is bad, you're in for a trick
Wait until some banker dreams up plastic.

She'll be shopping and buying and going all around
It'll be enough, to put you in the ground.

As for her, she'll suffer as much and more too
After all, now she'll have to put up with you!"

So an angel took us to the gate in the garden wall
Saying only, "Be careful, now it will hurt if you fall."

So there we were, On the Outside Looking In
At that manicured garden, where we committed our sin.

I wouldn't mind if so much weren't at stake
Now all she says is, "I have a headache."

I've tried to forgive her and a gentleman be
But I still can't let her control the remote for the TV.

So here I am thinking, "I've been such a dupe,
For posterity . . . I'll put this on Poetry Soup!"

Copyright © Daniel Cwiak

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Widow Christmas - Get Low

Began in September
(Watching it grow)

A smoldering ember
(Black-orange glow)

October, November
(Can’t let them know)

Half past thru December
(Hope it won’t show)

Don’t think I remember
(Feeling so low)

Copyright © Tim Ryerson

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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

Copyright © Shari Davis

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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”.


Copyright © Rebecca Beirne

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my brother the river

out on the water..............
 hear the music
 rise and fall 
it knows no bounds
and through it all
I see the colors of the notes 
a windy rain,
a mist that floats
so gently on the surface mode
just like the waves
display the code
the sunlight
dazzles in my eyes
is that you whispering 
you never knew 
the rulesat all
you said that 
you could take the fall,
somehow you thought
you were immune
to every madness
'neath the moon
and now we've washed
you out to sea
I told you so...........
you are 

Copyright © Johnette Loefgren

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Washed Away

Dont despair that I dont miss you
  want to hold you
wait to kiss you
  I cant see you , I can feel you
with a heart line I can reel you
   Right back in just like the River
HOMOSASSA taker, giver
   In some light you flow beside me
seek to steer me, move me, guide me
    To a place I cant remember
Like a glowing, dying ember

    Of a time I cant recall 
But I know you have it all
     Saved on waves of long ago
Washed up somewhere I cant know
     Where each tide must rise and fall
Some Lagoon where nightbirds call
     Everyone sits 'round the glow
Waiting for someone to know
     How to read the map to find me
Even I am left behind me.

Copyright © Johnette Loefgren

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What I didn't know then

  Persimmon sunshine
 in my mind
I think about you all the time
I drink the crimson silver spill
the overfloe from every thrill
The mercury from off the lid
of every shocking thing you did
and how I held on to the door
around the curves
to Nevermoor.
the raging wind the windy waves
the way you said the word that saves
the savage 
from the civilized,
I never even realized,
I was the one you carried high
like a banner in your sky
I wish that I had known back then
how much you loved me 
as a friend.
would have rocked the world
I would have searched
until I found
the place for us 
beneath the sky
how dare you have 
the gall to die
and leave me just when I
the truth about 
love that burned,
a hole in yesterday's 
I know it now............
I won't 

Copyright © Johnette Loefgren