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The Old Painter

sublime my paintings, memory be
lost in time, I now must see

where once the gale winds trembled chill
wrapped in blankets, remember still

a touch, a kiss, the summer sun
from deep within, must now be spun

I frolic to and fro in time
my brush, alas..... can only mime

I still can hear cicada's whine
but yearn for yellow celandine

tho memories fade, my spirit thrives
aflush! my paintings will survive!

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Your Child's Eyes

The innocence lost so long ago
The undying faith we used to know
The gentle rain of a summer's skies
You can find it all in your child's eyes.

The world was right one time it seems
And we could reach beyond our dreams
To meet a challenge of any size
That fire still burns in your child's eyes.

In a world of anger and miscontent
And the frustrations of a life misspent
And you wait in fear as the storms arise
You can still find peace in your child's eyes.

Take the time for all those things
Hear his words: feel the joy he brings
There is no hate; there are no lies
There is only love in your child's eyes.

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It's only time

For the lark she sings in her morning song,
That brightens up my day.
The pitter patter of tiny drops,
Clouds fill the sky with grey.

The dampened ground, that familiar smell,
Now quenched refreshed anew.
Brings forth forgotten memories,
Of a time that I once new.

Like grains of sand they ebb and flow,
Those minutes of the day.
In lines of endless moments,
That brought forth that child at play.

For is this just like déjà vu
For some time I’ve been alone.
Now standing here now humble,
To all these things I’ve known.

With gentle face a youthful pose,
As we danced the night away,
A tender touch a knowing gaze,
No need for words to say.

For what is love but a feeling?
As hearts melt into one.
With the blessings of good fortune,
 Now Care free and full of fun.

For they say that hopes eternal,
And all things come to he who waits.
Or is that for other people,
For nothing seems that straight.

Given in reflected thought,
To those oh so special years.
Brought back in just a heart beat,
I wipe away the tears.

© N windle

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Time Machine

Ride with me on my time machine to a different time and place
Return with me and let me see if I can put a smile upon your face
To the days of AM radio and the TV was black and white
To lying in a grassy field and counting stars at night
Popcorn and soda in the balcony at a Saturday matinee
Parades led by the High School Band on Decoration Day
Dressing up and going door to door on the night of Halloween
Cigarettes rolled in your shirt, pretending to be James Dean
Pep rallies before the football games, everybody stand and cheer
Going in the woods with your friends at night, sharing a quart of beer
That feeling inside, turning red, when she smiled at you at the dance
Wanting to kiss her goodnight, but you were afraid to take a chance
Playing chase tag at night in the neighborhood, hiding behind a tree
Holding hands with your first steady, so all your friends could see
Medicine Show at the end of town in a giant canvas tent
Saving pennies for a rainy day, fasting on candy for Lent
Going for a Sunday ride with Mom and Dad in the family car
Playing in the yard at night, putting lightning bugs in a jar
Drag racing on that long stretch of road, Chevy was hard to beat
Stealing peaches from a neighbor’s tree, always seemed so sweet
Riding bikes all over town, never knowing the meaning of fear
Identifying cars by their tail lights, make and model and year
News and Stooges at the theatre before the movie starts
Valentine’s day I love you written on tiny candy hearts
Easter bonnets and picking flowers for Mom on Mother’s Day
Opening day at the community pool the last weekend in May
Sock hop in the auditorium, collar up, trying to play it cool
Meeting friends at the usual place, everyday after school
Six for a quarter on the juke box, music that would move your soul
Return with me now to those glory days and the birth of rock and roll.

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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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Loving is to through a pebble into the sea
and the ripple become a wave
to plant a seed
and it become a tree
to cook a meal
and it become a feast
to build a house 
and it become a home
to shine a light 
and it become a beacon
to speak a name
and it impart trust
to see what lies benieth
what is seen on the surface
to hear the secrets
of the heart being told
to touch and give 
comfort to a human being
to feel empathy instead
of sympathy in time of need
to let love be measured
by decades and deeds
where words are the least 
of expressions of these
but summerize the tears, fears
and tongue of our God
a relationship with both 
mate and Diety we laud
with works and prayers
love is more than words
it is the path we trod
love is a blanket
covered to keep warm
love is a needle
sewing socks while a fire burns
love is waking
before the break of dawn
love is baking and taking out
before it burns
love is a love note
during the day
love is thought
finding words to say
love is sometimes saying
"You can have it your way"
and love is duality in saying
"Lord give US this day"
where hell and high water
have no say
a sacred trust
in giving time away
love is forgiving all that
is abroad
love is not giving 
that which belongs
to God
the only place to find this love
it is the place we call heaven
up high above

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Horse From Mars


It came from the sky, a gray silver stallion.
I looked up high, and I have also seen a dragon.

With so many things in this universe.
I'm on stand-by with a camera in my purse. 

Who would have known I'd be the first to spot a PEGASUS.
The town folks wave hi every time I walk my hippopotamus.

I enjoy showing everyone, my pictures of a flying horse.
I don't see why they call a DOCTOR every time I call the TASK FORCE

I think they are jealous over all the things I've seen.
They act all crazy since I sighted a LEPRECHAUN when I was fourteen.

No one ever believed me when I saw an army of dragonflies.
They have a name for me "the boy who See's too much in the skies!"

I don't know why they can't see what I see.
For all I know they are all experiments under Alien Technology.

They don't believe me how I got this magic MEDALLION.
It was a friendly gift from the silver stallion.

I also have many pictures of a  UNICORN.
We became best-friends when he gave me a piece of its magic horn.

We sat together while he drank from the lake.
We enjoyed talking, --talking about how U.F.O.'s are fake.

Why can't they see? The day I fell off a boat, I got rescued by a MERMAID!
Who would have known a mermaid swim around with first-aid.

I also remember the day I followed a LEPRECHAUNS.
We were playing under the rainbow having so much fun.

When I told my doctor about all the things I've seen.
He locked me in a DUNGEON, thinking I was the ALIEN QUEEN.

I begged and I told him I don't believe in any type of alien.
Too bad the master of this dungeon came from another region.

In a way he looks like that one SILVER STALLION from Mars.
The first creature I'd seen the day I fell off the monkey bars.

I have this picture of this horse of course.
JUST help me out of this white-jacket!!! ;-)
If you want to see the coolest picture of a flying horse. 

(A small collaboration with: B-Boy)

re-post for ~FUNNY CONTEST

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         *DRUNKEN POET*

There I see him sitting like a dummy.
Asking me for more shots of rummy

Talking about his detox days.
Talking about his poetic ways.

Rhyming my eyes comparing them to the moon.
Whispering lines saying he wants too spoon.

Next thing you know his words start getting deep.
Poeting out words revealing he's the family's black sheep.

His blood shot level was releasing his emotional word.
Dreaming that I was in a bath like a dirty bird.

Intoxicated with a breath so refreshing.
Designing me a thousand  passionate ones in the meshing

Falling for his physical and mental temporary drunken state       
His sense of intellectual things where hitting me real straight.

Swallowing his words like a forbidden love potion
I excessively indulged him with more alcohol to inspire his motion

Admitting to me that love was his downfall. 
For me he fell from the stars and than began to crawl.

Proposing a toast for the sake of love
Rambling how I'm the only one he's dreaming of

Nourishing me with his ocean water of affection
Re-bonding his words for me to be his resurrection

Call me crazy for feeling the connection!
Allowing him to penetrate his poetry in me like an injection.

A character so loving above a 99% liquor proof test.
Romancing me with the disguise that he is the best.

Restraining myself from this drunken poet called my husband
Remembering that he is the one fool I can not stand

In his most charming rhyme he called me his rehab.
By that time I knew it was time to call him a cab.

Reminding him about his Alcoholic Anonymous class.
Now all of a sudden he starts acting like an a$$!

Putting his drunken sober poet mind  to sleep.
Anyways tomorrow he will still be the same poetic romantic creep!

BY: P.D.

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Set Yourself Free

Go now, rest your weary heart.
Against the soft moonlit night.

Walk into the valley of peace and tranquility.
Loosen those chains that bind your soul.

Let them fall to the ground, never look back.  
Let the veil of time lift you up.

As the last breath of life seeps from your lips.
Float out of this world and into the light.

Through the veil of time, go now, no time to wait.
For now you are free, free to be who you really are.

Imagine you flying against the golden sun.
Fly with the spirits who light the nights.

Go now to the world beyond time.
Worn out with lost dreams are you.

Go now and let them come true.
Set yourself free from these bones. 

 Feb. 29th  2012   leap year 

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                                           Eventually time will destroy everything
                               and its sands will be clay, dust, ashes...nothing


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Yesterday I forgot the shade of your eyes
I struggled to remember your touch
Today I forgot the sound of your voice 
Each day I don't miss you so much
In the end you only brought me sorrow
I wonder what I won't remember tomorrow

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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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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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~ BYE ~ : -(

.     ~ BYE ~

Its time to say bye! 
I have no reason why?

This site was fun from day to day.
Poetry came in a fun way of play.

Goodbye to all my friends.
Don't worry this won't be the end.

Maybe later I will be back.
With a better nit knack.

I never believed in writers block.
But I've been accused of hanging out with this flock.

Now I know writers block is true.
I will miss every single one of you.

Later I will explain things  in my blog.
How the soup is an addicting hog.

Who knows how long it will take p.d. to post again.
I will always come back and read all my favorite poet friends.

To all my commenter's or he & she that placed me as a favorite poet.
WOW! To all my comments and you know it.

Even the poets I never got the chance to know.
Thank you all for making my poetry grow.

Right now it's time to say bye!
Every now and than I will say Hi!

Everyone sooner or later has to rock & roll.
This is my cue to go!

Always BY; P.D.

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- Diamonds In The Snow -

Sparkling snow crystals in a bright blue winter wonderland in your hand
A lovely thought about my pretty and beloved mother land

If you see angels in the snow you can remember the time with romance
Enjoy the tranquility descend while giving your childhood a second chance

Snow glistened and sparkled as the most beautiful diamonds at first glance
It was almost a little magic in what happened.... or was it romance

Childhood memories aroused when you see the rabbit tracks in the snow by chance
Oh, so rich I felt as a child in the clear, cold winter nights in snow crystals dance

Small red kids boots in sharp contrast to the white snow and a diamond remnants
Childrens eyes shining in delight and snow crystals sparkle of happiness evidence

A-L Andresen :)

Sponsor :Gail Angel Doyle
Contest Name:A Diamond's Remnants
Deadline:	1/15/2014 12:00:00 

(5th in the contest)

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A Bull Rider's Heart

We are all so young,,, even the ‘old hands’
Imagining a time with no bull rope is hard to plan
It’s riding with a heart and unflagging spirit revealed
That’s a most fitting description of what’s usually concealed
The dream most have had since they were born
About riding horses, bulls, and such without scorn
It’s about the ride, that 8 seconds of time
That lead you and the bull to a place uniquely sublime
Riding bulls or whatever, it really don’t matter
As long as your heart, your family, and your thoughts aren’t scattered
Whether it’s the big show or not, you really don’t mind
You’d ride a milk cow if she’d fly out the gate, so inclined.
So even if you ride for the money, or the fame
No matter what you draw, you look for no blame
Because even though bones, and tendons are often broken
And if you’re deemed old because your thirty something year is now unspoken
It’s really the heart that prevails when the body can’t follow
And provides that last 8 seconds, that make you feel less hollow
And,,, when someday your heart and mind don’t yearn for the ride,
It’s time to reflect and possibly stand off to the side.
Life doesn’t end for there’s still plenty to do
There is always a new bull rider that wants to be you
They may need a hand, and inspiration or two
And a true bull rider’s heart is to return the gift given you.

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The Shifting Stars

I lay me on the grassy lawn
And watch the stars, they're floating on

While one comes out from round the eaves
Across the sky another leaves

The sky is slowly shifting round
So different stars are always found

The dipper turns just like a clock
Without a sound of tick or tock

It turns about that central star
That guides the sailors from afar

While with it sails Queen Cassie's throne
And all the constellations known

Tonight's a clear and peaceful night
The moon is gone, the stars are bright

I slowly drift to seas of dreams
Alights with pinprick starlit streams

I'm thinking all the charming while
With placid face and hinting smile

That when I wake in early morn
Some different stars will be reborn

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Kiss The Rain

              Kiss The Rain

I dug the earth with sharpened blade
I turned it with that hefty spade
For hours my arms did sweat and toil
To prepare for you the soil

I made it smooth with my long rake
The stones remove and clods to break
I work to make your little heads
Warm and comfy in your beds

A furrow straight and deep I draw
And place you tender in that score
I cover you, make sure your firm
Hope your safe there with the worm

And so for now my toil is done
Its up to you the rain and sun
For I have done all that I know
To encourage you to grow

From time to time I look to see
If you have broken through for me
For I would love to see again
You soak the sun and kiss the rain

R D Seal   25 Feb 13

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The Old Red Barn and I

The first time I painted the old red barn

I was twenty years old and the skies were blue.

There it sat in the middle of the hay field

Waiting to be immortalized on canvas.

The second time I painted the old red barn

I was thirty-nine and my life was in turbulence.

The fall thunderclouds predominated the picture.

The hayfield almost orange with the coming sunset.

The last time I took my easel to the field

The barn had faded to a dusty rose colour,

But the skies were blue and the clouds were fluffy.

The hay waved joyously in the breeze.

The barn and I had both aged and faded with time

But we were still blessed with the sun shining on the hay.

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That Old Red Barn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Sometimes Time

From past to the present and then into future sometimes time is like a saint and sometimes a butcher.

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Lovers Plea

Gentle touches have left my hand 
On borrowed time my morals stand

My heart what once belonged to thee
Has shattered and been left to bleed

No tenderness and no more laughter
Just sad and bitter life hereafter

Come back and grace me with your time
Allow my light to once more shine

Wipe dry the tears that stain my soul
Return the magic; warm the cold

And if I’m not to love again
Rather pass time with closest friend

Please remember through eternity
My best memories were made with thee

Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend

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If Just For Today

If just for today ,could you take someones hand,
Look into their eyes and say, " I understand".

If just for today, could you not judge someone so fast.
Think about tomorrow and forget about the past.

If just for today, could you try to do your part,
forget about everything else, and give from the heart.

If just for today, could you open your arms wide.
Isn't it about time that you threw away, that pride.

If just for today, could you take a look around.
Bask in the simplicity, of every little sound.

If just for today, be aware of the words you say.
Thank God for his mercy and take time to pray.

If just for today, put the little things behind,
you'll be surprised at what you may find.

If just for today why don't you put an end,
to that silly argument that you had with a friend.

If just for today remember out Lord above,
fill your day with laughter and people you love.

One day is a moment, but it can become two.
you would be amazed at all the "ifs" you can do.

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Pitcher Perfect

The Lord poured me, a pitcher of time.
For my personal use, it was only mine.

A generous portion, it seemed I got.
I wasted so much, I poured out a lot.

Exchanged for things, not a bargain in the end.
I can't get time back, it's not something I lend.

My pitcher's half empty, thankfully not too late.
I finally come to learn, what really satiates.

Time spent with people, poured into their lives.
Nourishing their spirits, makes my soul thrive.

Flowers now bloom, as I walk on life's path.
People are my pleasure, I smile and I laugh.

Thankful for each drop, a gift from on high.
Connected to a source, that never runs dry.

My waters of time, are converted to wine.
I give it back to God, it is no longer mine.

When this life is over, I will leave this land.
Off to eternity, as God takes my hand.

Drakes response inspired the wine stanza.

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If I could turn time--

Happily down the memory lane, stroll and hop I would Turn back the hands of ticking time, if and only if, I could... For Susan's Time Contest 28/8/2012

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Twenty Quid Is Twenty Quid

Bill and Blanche set off, to the 'Yorkshire Show' they did go
T'was a yearly trip, and they would always show.

Each time Bill says to Blanche ‘On that elicopter I’d like to ride.’
Blanche always replied’ but it's twenty quid Bill’ and then she and Bill sighed.

'Twenty quid is twenty quid Bill, you always told me that'
‘Tha’s right me old love,’ and he’d give his wallet a pat.

The next year Bill looked, at the elicopter, and he tried once more
‘I’m seventy-five Blanche, there not much time left for me to soar.’

‘Bill, it’s twenty quid, and twenty quid is twenty quid.
So we’ll not go on the elicopter ride, of that idea you must get rid.’

Bill looked at the elicopter and agreed twenty quid was twenty quid
Of that one idea though, he could never really get rid.

Bill was desperate to ride on that elicopter whirring thing
The pilot overheard the couple, and then he made Bill’s heart sing.

I’ll take you on board, but not one word must you say
If you keep TOTALLY quiet, not one pound or penny will you pay.

Bill and Blanche climbed on board ,for the ride of their life
Not one word did Bill utter, nor his terrified wife.

The pilot looped the loop, he dived and twisted and turned
Not one word did the pilot hear, yet even his stomach churned.

He landed and spoke to Bill and he said ‘I am impressed’
I twisted and I turned and I really tried my best.

Bill said to the pilot ‘Well I nearly gave in lad, and I nearly spoke’
‘Twas when the wife fell out, but you know us Yorkshire folk.’

I watched her spiral down; I nearly shouted, but thought that’s absurd
‘And tha knows twenty quid is twenty quid lad, and you said NOT one word.’

Taken from a joke sent to me by Jack Horne and continuing the theme Harry uses of Yorkshire Humour.
Quid Slang name for pound sterling
Yorkshire folk drop their 'h's

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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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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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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 ©

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When the air becomes visible - rainbows

The sky on days become too full
And gravity will start to pull
And capture every bubble frame
While popping corks off rich champagne
The trees will fool and start to dance
And still the time on every branch
With baron shrine and fruits to bare
The wind that strokes and blows through hair 
On top-down journeys come to pause
And settle howls with loud applause
Before acceding way too fast
They leave a trail that sprouts from past
Of flitter flatters in delight
And pitter patters out of sight
Extending dreams as arms beseech
To touch the always out of reach
Parting ways, they kiss goodnight
Before the lips close way too tight
The watermarks miraged for miles
With poppy sighs and angel smiles
A substance of the rarest rare
The healing voice of hearts that care
The silver clouds left in its wake
Remain untouched for heaven’s sake
It can’t be met from anywhere
But viewed to share the secret stare
and ponder why it’s so reborn
Transparent in its naked form  
It paints the sky with gold perhaps
For all to drink from natures tap
The air contains the future’s plot
Seen at times, at others not 
It’s written in the stars you see
Eclipsed by mind and soul-ar key
Failure amidst surrounds of air
That doesn’t mean love isn’t there

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    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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Immersed in the sound of the low rustling wind
Memories and places they haunt yet again
Passed by so quickly as each falling leaf
Drifting and flowing on an unyielding stream
A current to carry from birth right on through
Filling our moments with cares which ensue
A mind lost in remnants of lovers and friends
Babies and children and time long since spent
Familiar, intangible, just out of reach
Longing for ghosts that my heart doth beseech
Winter is looming and summer is past
A time for remembrance the years gone so fast
Beauty is captured in my last breath of life
The sparkling colors in the warm golden light
Do mimic the glory and wonder be told
In those bright days of autumn and a life to behold

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He lives with her and says for sure, that's where he wants to be.
A lovely wife, who hides her strife, how attractive; Not to me.

Though she did stray, he chose to stay, defending love unkind.
He claims success, when it's a mess; A delusion of the mind.

He comes to me for I am free, my mind and soul complete.
I do not reflect; I have self respect and can't settle for defeat.

It's hard to say why he won't stay, perhaps I'm just to real.
He can't fool me, for I can see beyond ones fake appeal.

He will not leave though, she'll deceive and hide behind her fear.
It's way too late to close that gate; He would rather die than veer.

There was a time it crossed my mind, he'd choose this maiden fair.
This is me, miss reality, and he's not going anywhere.

Although I know that time will show, mistakes burn deep, ask me?
For I've been there without passions flare, and I lived in misery.

At least I know I'm not a show, but it seems that's what they crave.
A challenge, please! I'll never tease and you can mark that on my grave!

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Your Love Divine

Your Love Divine By Rick Rucker Like aged fine wine, I’m intoxicated by your Love Divine But I’ll not seek a cure, Just try to be sure, That with You I can stay, And with you I will play Life’s oldest game, The one that changes your name Given from Heaven above The gift of True Love! As we kiss, I wish to be always be like this Losing all sense of Time and Space, As my lips explore your Face, I don’t know How long I can go, But I hope to be In Love like this, for a century! Even if it’s less I can truly confess, That it was the Time of My Life, When you agreed to be my Wife! Now that I know it will transpire, Before I expire I will ever say, I crave to savor your Bouquet!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Living Legend

  After I left you alone in the firelight
I wondered if ever I'd see you again
the day of departure loomed on my horizon
the last time I'd ever have time with my friend,
nobody told you to pack allyour heartstrings
to turn off the future you planned in your head,
nobody warned you of incoming missles
imploding within ,turning everything red.

you sit there in silence to gaze at the embers
humming a tune a piano once played
out on a stage surrounded by angels
oblivious maestro ,you ebb and you fade.
but I see that moment you triumphed in Paris,
white doves all released to welcome the one,
who soared on the notes of ultimate beauty
who carried us up to the fire of the sun.

Dear Phoenix I know you must die in your ashes
before your rebirth can ever take place,
but there in the fireglow I still see the flashes
of genius alive in the light of .your face

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Beethoven's Lost Composition

"It happened at dusk, on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head
Whistles and pattering, octaves outstretched
Violins wailing and tubas distressed
Starlight shone into my window in white
heaving my breath with this musical sight
leaving my features and shadows in grey
while the melody mastery started to play
First all the strings, then came the percussion
Brass building stamina, with no discussion
Drums most determined and then all at once
the notes of the piano, fortissimo jaunt
Lights popped and fizzled and wrinkled in time
Walls bending backwards a musical rhyme
Bass like a heart beat moving the air
all in the blink of an eye, I was there.
My skin soaked and battered, my eyes shining bright
all concentrating on motion, on flight
After they slowed I beamed with devotion
and stood on my tiptoes, a standing ovation
I've packed solidarity into my chest
to tell you this story, to truly impress
for it happened at dusk on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head"

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The Arc of Time

 to disguise,
from stranger eyes
than the ones who see you now
tip your hat and take a bow.
you have fooled the greater masses
with your cape and opera glasses,
I ,
know your name,
and the source of all your fame
Great Magician,
hocus pocus,
try to keep your world in focus,
you have found us through the ages
wielding warlocks and their sages
you desire to see the ending
of the arc of time you're bending,
fades to black
you face the ending of the track,
come now 
your disguise,
can't hide the darkness
in your eyes,
angels tremble in suspense
to watch the last of grand events
the stage is set,
the players rise,
the Dragon faces
his demise
and you must face 
your own disaster
if satan truly is your master.

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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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a time to sing
Time to let praises ring

 a time to say
Time to pray
 a time to rest
Time to pursue our quest

 a time to act
Time to turn back

 a time to write
lines to excite

 a time to create
it's never too late

For every thing there is season and time to every purpose under the heaven From Ecclesiates 3:2

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The Family Vacation

The first big family vacation, it was all so new
Mom found a dream ranch, a so-called “dude”

The kids were so young, a daughter not yet two
Our son only four, wanting to ride with the crew

Rafting, riding, and a real Mountain Man too,
This vacation was a hit - who knew?

As the years go by, we’ve made many friends 
But over time this special week transcends 

As families grow, things change
It can’t be helped, not really strange

Truth be told, our hearts aren’t ready
To agree on a change, on that we’re unsteady

Because memories are priceless, we’ll soon not forget
The ranch rodeos, Fat-Bat baseball games, and the brunch ride silhouette..

Of our annual family picture on a mountain out West, 
Every year showing our kid’s growth, we are very blessed
It’s not with sadness that I write about when this might end
For it will surely open up a new door or trend

For as long as your heart, your family, and your thoughts don’t scatter
Where you go on vacation really doesn’t matter
Beach, mountains, wherever, one really shouldn’t mind
As long as you’re together, the time spent can be sublime

Oh, there are gripes, moans, and argument; it’s part of the quest
But I wouldn’t miss it, for who would have guessed
That in time as with all things, it too will naturally end
As children grow up and add their family blend

But If our good fortune continues we’ll be part of what’s next
In the knowledge that our time together is a gift not a test

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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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My Cousin's Wedding

My Cousin's Wedding

Weddings happen here by the dozen
All are fun, especially if a cousin

Get a new outfit, have to look good in the croud
Make the best of the time that is allowed

The bride and groom get set for the night
Alot of time and money go into making sure all goes right

The ceremony is over, the bride and groom set out
The pastor calls them back , marriage license not signed, he shouts  (hehe)

The right combination of people, music make a good reception
Where is the beer, head in that direction

Written on the cozie "I'm here for the free beer"
Laughing so much, has us in tears

So many relatives, which kid is for who
Can't remember names, faces will do

The dance floor is open, get out there and shake your booty
Go ahead, get a little fruity

Uncle Johnny does the alligator on the dance floor
Down on the floor, joined by more

It doesn't stop there, the bride leads the pirogue
Like a train behind her, a long line unfolds

Family, friends, togetherness like no other
Before nights end, you will know many others

Contest by:  Joann Grisetti
Poem written by: Debra Falgout
September 1, 2012

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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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Once Upon a Time

This is a story, short, but true
About a woman who had eyes that were black and blue.

 About a man who can eat things ten times his size,
 And a dog who was considered to be amazingly wise

 They lived in a land of shades of four,
 And lived in a cave which had no door

 But that's not the point I want to make
 Because the things I just said are truly fake

  But the story is of a man who juggled his head
 And when he got bored he'd play dead

  He had one friend and his name was Tom
  Tom made a bomb which killed his mom

 He became very dull, empty, and grim
 But moving along, for the story is not of him.

 It's about a woman who had turn green
 Sick from all the beauty she had seen

  Wait! The story is not about her either,
 This story pertains to a boy eating a beaver

 O'boy, I just can’t get this right!
 I think it’s about a girl who lost her arm in a fight.

 Or of a guy who collected decapitated heads,
 Or of a baby who sold bear traps as beds.

 Once upon a time the sun lost its shine,
 Once upon a time we all came from slime

  I better make this story end right now,
 Before I tell the story of the man who birthed a cow.

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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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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… 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
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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When Time Was a Friend

I was listening to oldies wishing the songs would not end
They carried me back to when time was a friend
A time when I wore a younger man's smile
Culottes, pedal pushers and love were in style
We rode our bicycles all over town
Put a flash light on the handlebars when the sun went down
Sometimes we'd gather in Dutch Hill Park
Play on the swings until well after dark
We smoked Luckies and Camels because we were men
Filters were for girls way back then
There were fights and laughter, sometimes a beer
A childhood lived without knowing fear
Mothers raised children, fathers worked hard
Wash was on clothes lines in the back yard
Somehow the bills got paid when they were due
Dads stopped on the way home from work for a few
Sometimes there were days without a penny to spend
Neighbors were family when time was a friend
We cherish those memories as we get old
Memories are more precious than silver or gold
I close my eyes say a prayer and to sleep I descend
Then dream of the days when time was a friend

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A Pony From Mars


It came from the sky, a gray silver stallion.
I looked up high, and I also had seen a dragon.

With so many things in this universe.
I'm on 24/7 alert with a camera in my purse. 

Who would have known I'd be the first to spot a PEGASUS.
The town folks wave hi every time I walk my hippopotamus.

I enjoy showing everyone pictures of a flying horse.
I don't understand why they call a DOCTOR every time I call the TASK FORCE.

I think they are jealous over all the things I've seen.
Ever since I sighted a LEPRECHAUN when I turned fourteen.

No one ever believed me when I saw an army of dragonflies.
They had a name for me "the who See's too much in the skies!"

I don't know why they can't see what I see.
For all I know they don't even believe me.

If you don't believe me then explain how I got this magic MEDALLION.
It was a gift from the silver stallion.

I also have many pictures of a  UNICORN.
Who gave me a piece of its magic horn.

We sat together while UNI" drank from the lake.
We enjoyed talking, --talking about how U.F.O.'s are fake.

Why can't they see?  I fell off a boat and got rescued by a MERMAID!
Who would have known a mermaid swim around with first-aid.

I also remember the day I followed a LEPRECHAUNS.
We were playing under the rainbow having fun.

When I told my doctor about all the things I've seen.
He locked me in a DUNGEON, thinking I was an ALIEN QUEEN.

I begged and I told him I don't believe in any type of alien.
Too bad the master of this dungeon came from another region.

In a way he looks like that one SILVER STALLION from Mars.
The first sighting I'd seen the day I fell from the monkey bars.

I have this picture of this horse of course.
JUST help me out of this white-jacket!!! ;-)
If you want to see the coolest picture of a flying horse. 

Mother & Son

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I'm Just a Little Particle

I'm just a little particle, created so long ago I swirled with many of me, to help your Solar System grow For many years I spun, I thought in never ending spin From that marvel the nebula, your Solar System begins For those who are not very sure, a supernova could have set the reaction A core attracted me in, then collapsing in a fatal attraction The speed of which this happens, picture a skaters arms by their side Rotational forces so massive, spinning in ever glide This causes the cloud to flatten, as me the dust is being drawn in Around a dense core it travels, a star is pulled in to begin The more mass that is accumulated, towards the centre of the disc Enough energy is now created, nuclear reactions react so brisk In basic simple terms, Hydrogen atoms in Helium fuse Releasing enormous amounts of energy, your Solar System sings the blues The outcome of one of these bursts, was the forming of your sun Granted, it took another ten million years, but what you know now has now begun The next step in the journey of this incredible science feat Is the formation of the planets, that you humans will eventually seek Eventually us dusts we stuck together, to form the many of many rocks This process is known as accretion, created by the science clock Forming in the flat plane, over millions and billions of years Electrostatic forces allured, creating your Solar System spheres I'm just a little particle, created so long ago I swirled with many of me, to help your Solar System grow .

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Bon Jour

An eighteen year old sailor on the Riviera in the Spring
Mademoiselle Your smile can make my young heart sing
Cannes, Nice, Monte Carlo who could ask for more
I volunteered for the USO, so on duty days I could be ashore
I held her hand and said bon jour, i danced with her that day
Looking into her eyes, Aime-moi, s'il vous plait
Stopping by a sidewalk cafe, we had a glass of Beaujolais
Then I walked her home and promised to meet another day
Two days later I returned but she was nowhere to be found
I saw her one more time before my feet left solid ground
It was a one time memory, a love not meant to be
She returned to college and I returned to the sea
I still have those memories and the wonders that we saw
But to cry, i'l n'est pas necssaire pour cela.
I think back sometimes and it cuts me like a knife
France will always be a special part of my life.

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The Old Poet

Her ink has dried, her stories spun
On distant shores, her songs are sung

Her words still dance, around the flame
Of burning memories, that brought her fame

Tho weak and frail, at this late hour
Her words of strength, still hold their power

Each time her verse is read aloud
Her converts gather, now quite a crowd

Knowing well, her time will end
Content, her words, we all depend

© All Rights Reserved

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A Visit from Massacre Fairy 2nd half


It was covered in black fur from its head to its toes
Its small eyes glimmered white like the sight of fresh snow

Razor, jagged teeth a quarter meter long
Its bite was considered to be bear trap strong

No lips, no ears, no nose on its face
Instead there were just holes, just a bunch of empty space. 

The fingers and nails grew together as one
Sharper than blades which were forged by the sun

And it carried a sack, but in it were trolls
That would jump out to grab the tormented souls

The drawing of the souls was the vilest thing to see
They shrieked and moaned, then begged for mercy

But before this act the hearts were ripped out
And the trolls gobbled them up without a shadow of a doubt

But then a glare of its eye and a twitch of its head
The trolls jump back in the sack or they knew they’d be dead

And it shrieked the same five words as it left like when it came
A bellow from hell, you could say sounded the same

If you were to hear these words, you could put its reign to an end
So with its saw-like teeth, your tongue it rends.

And when it’s complete, with no time to stall
The demons dash away, Dash away, Dash away all!

It is said to come back every fifty-sixth year
On the night before Christmas like this time here

To repeat the bloodbath on a town such as this
Leaving them no time for one final wish

So sleep light on a night which is said to be merry
For you might receive a visit from the Massacre Fairy.

Please rate after reading both parts =0)

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It swirls and twists
past my nose past my fists

without an effort or a care
without a joy or despair

It flies and soars
past my nose and through my doors

Assumed to have a mystical quest
it roams on without a rest

never leaving a trace
but expressions on every face

There are those wise enough to use it
and those who squander it

As long as it has passed it can never return
It shall forever last, traveling on and on...

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Time Waits For No One

Like an impatient bird that gathers its wings and fly away
so is time which waits for no one even if you beg it to stay

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Your Legacy Your Lineage

Time takes age and does what it will
Man ages and wishes time to stand still.

There is infinite turning of the hands on a clock
As mortals we hear the constant tick-tock.

There is a human desire to leave something behind
Hoping our earthly possessions ease our greedy mind.

What is gathered on this planet of earth
Can not bring us back to our place of birth.

Helping others should be our lifetime goal
Not cluttering earth before you're put in a hole.

God gives us an ultimate rule
Love one another and not to be cruel.

If we really wish to leave something behind
Teach your children to give and to be kind.

Your legacy should not be what you can obtain
But what your lineage does each and everyday.

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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.


For Russell Sivey's Dreams Poetry Contest

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There once was a time when you can say unbuttoning was part of the foreplay. Every single button was a step to reach to a place they call garden of peach. Unbuttoning each other was like an art in a game which still now has few expert. Now a days people do not have much time and they quickly want to reach their prime. With zippers there is a vast change in scene I think you are getting what I mean. In this game people have less time to play zippers help them in that without much delay. ===============000=============== Placement;5th, February 2013 Contest:Buttons Sponsor:Susan Burch

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We Shared The Moon

We shared the moon.

A distant sky and worlds apart, 
Leaves me stranded with my heart,
Oceans weep and lap the shore, 
Emotions spill like a bleeding pore.
Memories swell, bob and flow,
Of happy times so long ago.
But now we’re lost to lives anew, 
The sea and sky looks much too blue.
I picture you still young in my mind,
I hope the years have been so kind.
The time slips by and all too soon,
I remember when we shared the moon.
A time long lost in youths embrace,
A tender kiss on your angelic face.
Moonlight shines and sparkles the sea,
I wonder do you ever think of me. 

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Till the End of Time

Stand straight for truth while in your youth and still within your prime,

For after dying you’ll be lying till the end of time.

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Where modern Gladiators go to collide
Like solders in prison these warriors ride

Mono el mono this is how they believe
No smoking mirrors or tricks up their sleeve

Guillotine, arm bars and rear naked chokes
Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu certainly isn’t no joke

Royce Gracie changed Mixed Martial Arts
“The Natural” Randy Couture, man what a heart!

Many men have risen and many have fell
To the powerful striking of Chuck Liddell

Ken Shamrock is a warrior who deserves his fame
At UFC 100 Mark Coleman proved he still has game

Big time wrestler Brock Lesnar proved he is no joke
As Anderson Silva continues making fools out of folk

Lyoto Machida is now a champion again
Along with the true Prodigy B.J. Penn

Who is my favorite fighter in the UFC
Without any doubt that would be GSP  

Written for Matt's Contest
Started within 30 seconds
written in about 30 minutes
(I had to look up how to
spell a lot of the words)
Actual writing time was about
5 minutes
In Honor Of Georges St.Pierre 
Excellent fighting skills

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"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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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

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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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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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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My Doctor Told Me

My Doctor Told Me By Rick Rucker I thought I was okay with dying, But, at the news, I found myself crying, I thought that I had done some wondrous things, With my tremendous life, my heart sings, I have met some of the nicest folk, With them, I was lucky that I spoke, From my “deadly” motorcycle crash, Which left me with little more than a road rash, To the death of my wife, Which forever changed my life, Just when I thought that I would quietly pass away, My Reality totally changed one day, I did not want to be Alone, To exist for the time remaining as a Drone, I went on an online dating service, Which, alone, was cause to be nervous. One of the respondents seemed a fun date, I never dreamed what would be my Fate! To have found the woman that ignited all my Passion, To an extent well beyond the fashion, Now, the Doctor sitting right in front of me, Would tell me how long, in Love, with Her, I’d be, My Destiny, in his hands, The likelihood of our wearing wedding bands, It seemed forever for him to open my file, I was dying inside, all the while, I was thinking, how should I change my Will, Should I take the Poison Pill? What would The End be like? Drooling, unable to ride a bike? I looked up at the clock on the wall, The second hand had decided to stall, Just then, the Doctor began to speak, To give me the answer that I seek, He said that I am going to die, But that he didn’t know when, he wouldn’t lie, Then, when I thought I heard something good, I had surely misunderstood, The result that mattered most was the cancer, To that, I hadn’t heard the answer, He said that the tests were devoid of tumor, My impending Death, just a rumor! I asked what he meant, that I would die, He said for such a healthy guy, Another forty years would not be bad, If anything like those I’ve already had! I was crying, and trying to rejoice, And heard screaming, in my voice! The Doctor played three parts in one, All three Ghosts, he had done, By letting me, my Death, see, He let me know what I can truly be! From this day, I will tell my Love, How I thank The One Above, For enough time to let her see, Just how much she means to me! I now know that I have another chance, To re-double my efforts at True Romance, She will never have to wonder, If her Spell I still am under! Though this isn’t Christmas time, I got my present, much more Love sublime!

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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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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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Cherished Time

The hands of time just like God's love are eternal and unfailing. I count raindrops and cherish my day with psalm in heart, inhaling.

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Her beauty wanes with elder moon’s timed curves, appalled Empty is she,once adored like porcelain doll For Susan's Time Contest

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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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  When I was just a boy, growing up in Chicago
  My best friend was "Jimmy", who loved the monsters so!

  He was younger than me in more ways than one,
  But I enjoyed my time with him...we always had fun.

  One year for Halloween he bought monsters to build,
  Needing my help, we painted and glued and every cavity filled.

  There was Dracula, Frankenstein, the Werewolf, and the Mummy,
  Resplendently painted, delicious and yummy.

  Each was about 12 inches high
  With features that would make a little one cry.

  We set them in a window box with a black light behind
  Turned off the house lights for a real "Trick or Treat" find.

  Jimmy went out in to get his share of the goodies, too
  And when he came back, there was more than enough for us two.

  What really struck me that Halloween night,
  Was the five foot ghost, below the street light.

  Truly a sight to behold it was there,
  And to more than one person did it give a scare.

  Its white shaded body was like none I had seen
  With a face of a gorgon, I was ready to scream.

  It just stood there on the sidewalk watching the kids at the door
  You can believe that those kids always got more.

  I watched this ghost go up and down the street
  Watching the youngsters getting their sweets.

  Then, I realized, it was Jimmy's mom dressed in a sheet
  It covered her over, from her head to her feet.

  The mask that she wore was a scary one 
  But like the monsters in the window,  just done for fun.

  That fluorescent face I will never forget
  I didn't care for monsters...with little regret.

  Her costume rocked me to the core that night
  For the first time I saw it, I had a real fright.

  For I had never expected to see an adult
  Dress up in costume, much less the occult.

  So that is the Halloween that I remember the most
  When a lady I knew, dressed up as a ghost.

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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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Spring Time Hope

Spring a time for
a new beginning.

Spring a time for
flowers to be planted.

Spring a time to
mend a broken heart.

Spring a time for
new love to bloom.

Spring a time to
begin new memories.

Spring a time for
new life.

Spring a time to
say goodbye to winter.

Spring a time for,
new hope.

wrote 3-9-10

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The Ninth Of December

Daddy left Mommy, when I was two
She really didn't know what to do
Four little children under the age of six
Was a situation, she just could not fix

Christmas was coming, she didn't have a dime
The bills were piling up at the same time
She tried to focus on her belief,
Lost the battle and applied for relief

A county program, for the very poor
Barely kept the collectors from our door
So sad she was, by her lack of funds,
She couldn't buy presents, for her little ones

With grandma watching us, she left to go out
She never came home, we were forgot about
I was too young to remember Christmas that year,
It was years, before the whole story, I'd hear

Grandma tried hard to make it right,
She took care of us until Mom returned, one night
Branded in my memory, the day of her return
After nine long months, I would later learn

Mom never mentioned the time she was away
She loved us to the fullest every single day
Twenty-four years quickly flew by
When I think of the day it happened, I cry

God took my mother on the ninth of December
Unexpected, a loss I'll always remember
Going through her belongings, we came across.
A small newspaper article, that intensified the loss

How we found it I will  never know
This plea, with a picture, from so long ago
As I read the article, blurred by my tears
I was transported back, through the years

To a little girl on grandma's knee
Looking at a shabby, Christmas Tree
Crying for her mommy, who wasn't there
While grandma patted her silky hair

Grief, it hit me, no time to hesitate
When I saw the significance of the date
December ninth, the paper, said it all
Memory upon memory, I would recall

Two events, so many years apart
Yet, I could feel the child with a broken heart
Holiday Spirit, sad to say, I had none
Decorating that year without the usual fun

Mommies little tree, on a table it sat
Her homemade ornaments, and a tree mat
Going through the motions, I have to admit
All I wanted to do, was quit

Events don't shape us, they make us learn
Even grief, has its turn
Memories of a Christmas, thirty years past
Impressions, they fade, but still last

By Karla Null~Godsgift~

Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever Contest

Sponsored by Constance LaFrance~A Rambling Poet~

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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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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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A pace and a space

The faster the pace, 
the shorter the space.

Volodymyr Knyr

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My Nan

I used to sit on my Nan’s knee; she ran her fingers through my hair
She told me all the stories of when she thought life was still fair

Many a time just sitting there listening to her stories told with mirth
I wouldn’t have swapped it for anything; there was nothing of equal worth.

Stories of my granddad, my mum, aunts and uncles too
Stories of the bombs landing, and all of them quite true.

To this day her old house, the wall tilts at an odd angle
When a bomb landed there, it blasted the streets only mangle*

There was always so many of us and not enough knees to go around
But I always managed to get one whenever we went round.

We were usually on the run, the rent man after money
Dad had got it to a fine art. Just booze no bread and honey

My Nan one did her anger flew, she struck him with a pan
I think it might have done him good; he started to become a man.

Those days now just a memory, but such wonderful though hard times.
No food no home no money but it was really great sometimes

A fondness there is for thing long past, whether good times or the bad
A time to remember the best of it, to get though it we should be glad

I still sit and ponder and feel her fingers through my hair
I’ll never say goodbye to my Nan, even though she isn’t there.

© 23/11/2012
Mangle: Rollers to squeeze water form the washing.
In those days the whole street used to share a mangle the owner would be the wealthiest in the road.

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And Frees Your Robot Mind (little wisdoms)

Iambic Heptameter Couplets (fourteen syllables--seven unstressed--seven stressed)
scansion of first line:

unstressed syllables: a/tle/ken/the/dle/you/e - seven unstressed 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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Madam Chair, could we please get to the point
Let’s decide today which group we will appoint

Too much effort and time has already been spent
Already deep in our budget there is a major dent

Last year unanimously, Browns’ were appointed
This year we would like another company instead

The stench of poorly made products is burning our nose
Are we prepared to suffer more lost with another dose

All our company’s resources, time and energy is sapped
While Browns’ continue to splurge and margaritas sipped

Are we going to be content and in our easy chairs sit
While our time, finances and energy go down to the pit 

Written by: Joy Wellington

For Catie's contest "Word Games"

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It's nothing solid yet used to structure our life, Ages of eternity are filled with love and strife.
Written August 27, 2012 For Black Eyed Susan’s Contest “Time” a rhyming couplet

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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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Theft of Time

Like a thief in the night who robs you blind, Time steals away your youth, leaving old age behind. © 08-25-2012 Time Couplet Contest

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Time To Fly

Time To Fly

Enjoy your life and let your spirit fly
Release your time here,  reach for the skies

Contest by:  Black Eyed Susan
September 2, 2012

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Hide and Seek

Cat and Mouse: hide and seek
This could take an hour or week

No one wants to seem too bold
So we put our love on hold

A peek here and a peek there
Wondering if we really dare

Wondering what the seconds bring
Wondering if the phone will ring

Wondering, wondering:  peek a boo
You’re hiding…. but I SEE you

I see past that great big wall
Your heart’s ready for the fall

I know that you caught the bait
But I sit and wait and wait

I’m patient, got time of day
But oh, what if you get away!

Cat and mouse: hide and seek
Oh, my knees are getting weak

Oh, this heart’s sure to explode
The waiting’s gone to overload

One more second's just too much
No time for cat games and such

Hide and seek…is getting old
Here I am! My love is bold!

Ready? You'll be caught real tight!
Cause boy, your just out of sight!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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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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There Was A Man

There was a man who was so humble
When he spoke he merely mumbled

There was a man who once was a boy
And played with fire more than toys

There was a man who fell in love
And mingled with the clouds above

There was a man standing there
Holding a baby with such loving care

There was a man on the beaten path
Yonder to war and met such wrath

There was a man who was so bold
But deep inside he was too cold

There was a man running in the rain
In his eyes was so much pain

There was a man who started the drink
Because he didn't ever want to think

There was a man who was so broken
The words he felt were never spoken

There was a man with so much anger
Those once held close became a stranger

There was a man with so much pride
For his family he lived his life

There was a man who was so wise
Long after time won and took his eyes

There was a man with loving arms
Lost his youth yet not his charm

There was a man who lost his crown
From lofty heights he fell down

There was a man put in the ground
While very few gathered round

There was a man inside my brain
Trying to make me go insane

There was a man......

Note: This was inspired one night pondering over all the men I have come across in my
life. Not romantically mind you, but a few. Everything from the begger on the street,
friends along the way, strangers, or family, etc. Each two lines represents a different
man. Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry. 

Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson

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Classes and glasses

The longer 
the classes,
the stronger 
the glasses.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Yesterday is the day from which you came
Tomorrow is  the destination you will never gain 
Seeking tomorrow thinking it is near
But at 12:01 AM is tomorrow really here
Time shows you just came from yesterday 
And stepped into times grasp of what is now today 
Once again you find tomorrow is not here
Just wait 24 hours - time whispers in your ear 
And then tomorrow will appear 
Time of course is playing its eternal joke
For again at time appointed - tomorrow is up in smoke
Time it should be known is an unawakened dream
With no more substance than ripples in a stream
Never ask time about future intentions
Future is another of time's jokester inventions

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Never got a chance to say a proper goodbye
Too late now to waste time regretting or muffle a cry
When last we spoke I never saw you again
Just wanted you to know it hadn’t all turned out in vain 
Many of the main things in your life became the main things in mine
Kept on pushing with all my strength to the end of the line
Never stood by when someone was kicked around
Always felt one with the poor, the gagged and bound,
Never let the rich guys get a free ride  if I could help it
Stopped them and made them feel the pinch if time would permit
Was outraged at bureaucratic bull and complained out loud
I’m not certain  but I think you might  have been proud 
Built up some handy ways for work, destroyed a few useless ways
Helped a few people  to live easier, peaceful days
Always used what brains I had, and avoided wasting even a moment
Tried to find useful ways as to how my time was spent 
Happiness?  Some, sure, but not always, except towards the end.
Regrets?  Yes, my damaging mistakes cannot be made to mend.

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My Escort is gone

Days are long and nights are short.
To last through time I will need an escort.
But yesterday I heard the news
my escort is gone, to heaven he flew.

I saw the feathers from his wings fell
in the lonely nights did time love to dwell.
Even so, I still need him nevertheless 
though I know he's there, giving me his bless.

It's easy to walk with a pair of legs,
to fly with wings, not some wooden pegs.
The flesh was raw but now it has rot
with attempts to untangle this strangled knot.

I am in pain, in severe pain
and all this sadness do I wish to feign.
But he is gone, everything is gone.
Hopefully I'll live to see the upcoming dawn.

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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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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 is immortal and mysteriously enchanting, When it ceases, it revives for a new beginning.
Sept. 2,2012

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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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My Fledglings it's TIME

So now I sit and watch the years go past
I wonder how my children grew so fast

For : Time - single rhyming couplet contest 
1st Place

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When I feel that someone is there
In my heart grows a dreadfull scare
People say that they are your friend
Some even say, they're there till the end

But how is that so, when they do not see
Who i am, what makes me really me
To me they talk, a day if I am lucky
But all it gives me, feelings are lurky

Can there be someone who will  never leave?
Is this something my soul can really believe?

If there is, it's not for me
Alone forever, I yet will be
So the next time that you see my face
We might be dead, in another place

So i'll take these seconds and hold them dear
To lose these memories is my biggest fear
I may look tough, strong on the outside
But I can be soft, loving on the inside

For me and you, let time pursue
Since if we wait, our love is true

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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 
Come alive!

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 4-8-12
Song written for the piano

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Death 2K11

Will death show at a moment unannounced? Will utter knowledge bath I post pernounced? Expiration - period? Kissmet Death? Death - a part of life? Life - a part of death? Life - a preparation? Time - illusion? For I know yet not such a conclusion.

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Time Goes By

Old Father Time that master thief,
Will steal your dreams and pay with grief.

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There is never enough time

There is never enough time to just hold you and look into your eyes
Just one more second is all i need but its never there

There is never enough time to tell you that i need you
Or time for the romance that i so badly want to share

There is never enough time to find out about your day
Because there is always way to much to do

There is never enough time for  your attention
Just to stop and say  i love you

There is never enough time to find out all your wants in life
Your dreams ambitions and were you want to be

There is never enough time for you to look toward the future
And if there was would you see me

Theres never enough time for you to truly be mine
Between work and kids and chores

There is never enough time for me to be satisfied
You always leave me wanting more

There will never be enough time to tell you all my wants in life
Or how i have the next three years planned

Theres never enough time for uss
And i dont think you'll ever understand


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Crossing the Yellow Lines

Pavers of life worn down with ware
Solid blocks built upon, set with care
October years spent mending the cracks
that Septembers years most surely lacked

Crossing the yellow lines
with a quivering spine
as November draws nearer 
December years decline

Autumns harvest of memory troves
feels winters cold remembrance slow
Golden nostalgia, like falling leaves,
too briskly escapes in winters breeze

 © Debra Squyres

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Let me soak in fragrant night’s blue water The moonbeams dancing through the rafter A chance to wiggle beneath laced stars’ flow Gaiety of winds chuckling quite down low Where songbirds trill of notes dewy-wet Caressing hours without pang or fret A radiant night when twilight slips much late To render dreams afloat in sweetened fate While tiny ripples seem to chant a lore Upon scent of tides rushing to the fore © Written for Catie Lindsey’s Word Game by nette onclaud

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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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Another Lamb

Golden wings with gossamer lace
Moonbeams shining from her face
Her soul is large. Her frame is frail
The time has come to lift her veil

She's spent her days in loving care
With nurse and staff and family there
But now another stands beside
He takes her hand and says, "Let's ride"

Forget the past. They'll do just fine
Your time has come to live divine
She stands on up. No ache, no pain
And smiles at her new found gain

Hand in hand they start to rise
Above the Earth. Above the skies
Time and space soon start to meld
Her only thought, the hand she held

They soon arrive at Heavens gate
The trumpets sound as they await
Another lamb into the fold
Just like the Bible stories told

Rockman  :-)

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Moments in Time

Moments in Time
For more than half of my life
I was married to my darling wife

Truly my first love was she     
I hope she still loves me

I loved and protected my wife
So much I would give my life
Some special moments we did share
It’s the time and emptiness now I fear

Right from the start
I was hers she owned my heart

In my daughters I can see my wife
But it doesn’t fill the void in my life

The painful days of December will be here
Her birthday and Christmas they share

January was the month she passed
How long will this pain last

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          LOST LOSER

Bad enough to hear ‘you lose’
Then a flock of mail flies in
Don’t know which one you should choose
Then you glimpse ‘an AWESOME win’

Maybe it’s my humble past
Maybe it’s my country school
No one smiles when they are last
If you do --you’re called a fool.

Glory is its own reward
If you win your heart beat sings
Friends will greet you if they can
Life is sweet on eagle wings

Time is precious, time is short
Worlds await on shelves in books
Brush twitch paintings-- feet seek sport
I crave salmon on a hook

Ungrateful twit that I may seem
Courtesy is sometimes missing
My head I'll dunk in ice clogged stream
Avoid the flock of kiss kiss kissing

If you note that I have lost
Spare me time and spare me shame
Spare yourself the time it costs
To remind me that I’ve lost again

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Nov 30, 2012

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papa last words

When papa wanted to pass on
Though only God knows the unknown

But papa this day spoke like he knows
It's time and he will soon go

Lying in the field with me by his side
'My son, listen my son' he breathed when he slid

Yet papa had his soul with him by then
'Don't lift me up, just find me paper and pen'

"We met and trade in this world
And so we'll live it" he scribbled

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Falling Time

A shadow drifts across the wall...
Grabbing time as the sun falls...

Written for "Time Contest"

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An English Ghost Story

Yet again last night I dreamed I went to Manderley.
Again the rhododendrons perfumed the evening breeze.

I drifted through the terrace doors into the dining-room.
I found Mr. De Winter, sat in the gathering gloom.

Before him on the table, just within his reach,
Lay seven silver salvers, with a cover still on each.

“So hungry, Max?” I asked him. “Oh no!” came his reply.
“For these I have no appetite, yet each one I must try.”

“What are they, then? Do say, Dear! Are they not to your taste?”
“Oh yes, my dear! I loved them all … each in her time and place.”

“My dear, are you unhappy? Why do you feel so sad?
You’re home now, in the place you love. How can that be bad?”

“It is just what you see, Dear, that fills me with despair.
Those dishes on the table, and what is hidden there.

“Each one contains a human soul, of some-one that I wronged.
I must consume them all, or else they will consume my own.”

“If that is so, then eat them, for you cannot hurt them now.
They are all dead, and can’t be harmed, so save yourself somehow!”

“You’re right, my dear,” my husband sighed, “This thing I have to do.
 I am so very sorry for the pain I brought to you!”

“It is not pain, it’s love I feel.” I murmured in reply,
But he had started eating, so I left him with a sigh.

And yet I hid behind the door, and watched him as he ate:
Upon his face, a secret smile each time he cleared a plate.

He worked his way from soul to soul, all seven in a line:
But when he reached the final one, I screamed …

That soul was mine!


Very loosely based on “Rebecca” by Daphne Du Maurier.

Entry for Joe Flach's "Twisted Minds" contest

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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 Tale of Creation Pt 1

Part One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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While living our lives in daily sequence,
Time slips away without recompense.

For Susan's "Time - single couplet only" contest

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Spring Love

                                ~Spring Love~
Lying on the bank of the river, fingers dabble in the flow
Your head across my stomach, watching the waters go.

Little fluffy ducks abound, and new damsel flies unfurl
The early season brown trout leap, and make a splashing swirl.

Fingers running through your hair, my body satisfied and warm
You trace my lips with your finger, we're hidden from the brewing storm.

The storm we know will hit us, and what will we do then?
But cherish this stolen time together, in our sheltered glen.

Kisses that fall like the spring time rain
We know not when it will happen again?

Spring comes but once a year and we grasp it with both hands
We cherish and watch the buds explode; leaf covers the new born land.

Fingertips that may not touch, in the next seasons rising sun
Time to move on our way, another season begun…

How do we pretend ,that there is no spark of love?
It’s like trying to stop the clouds that form in the heavens above.

Good day my beloved one another spring will come
Perhaps we will share it, under another rising sun.
© 12/09/2102 ~GG~

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Missed Vacation

It was time for a vacation, in fact it was overdue.
A three day holiday Fourth of July; we planned a trip for two.

The children were in high school and had things to do with friends.
Sometimes it doesn’t happen though, the best of our intends.

He had reserved a cabin in the mountains by a lake,
And I was like a schoolgirl deciding clothes to take. 

We’d been married just two year before starting our family,
After that it seemed there was no time for just my love and me.

He said it was like beginning another brand new life.
The children would be leaving soon and he’d get back his wife.

I had some work at the office I must do before we went.
I told him I’d be home real soon, begrudging the time spent.

It didn’t take me too long to finish everything.
I was just about to close the door.  The phone began to ring.

I thought it was a call from him, urging me to hurry.
I could tell him I was finished and there was no need to worry.

But it was his best friend calling, I could hear the sadness there.
We wouldn’t have our nice vacation and it really wasn’t fair.

He and Cliff had been out driving with my husband at the wheel.
He had died right there beside him. My head began to reel.

Through the years I’ve often wondered why God had to take him then.
If we’d had that last vacation, it might have helped me through the pain.

I’d like to take that nice vacation, the one we never had.
That our vacation didn’t happen, is truly very sad.

( No there was no accident.  He just died.)

Carol's "It's Time for a Vacation" contest

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Unreasonable Love

I've been giving you my all for so long;
I'm starting to wonder if this is where I belong.
This love rollercoaster has been going up and down for a while now;
It's time for it to come to an end, go on and take a bow.

People that's on the outside looking in think we are meant to be;
But they don't know the struggles we go through, I'm dying inside but it's hard for them to see.

Tears that I cry seem to never matter to you;
I deserve better than to put up with the crap you do.

This love is unreasonable, my love is being taking advantage of;
It's time for me to take a stand and show the world what it really means to love.
The way you act is making it hard, hard to even love you like I use too;
I regret even calling you my hubby, baby, hunnie, and boo.

Why am I still trying?
I can't put up with this any longer.....
You don't treat me like you should
....This love is UNREASONABLE!

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Whatcha Bin Smokin' Boy

Marshmallow dreams, puffy white clouds
Whatcha bin smokin' boy
Get back to reality for crying out loud
Whatcha bin smokin' boy

Peace on the planet, first time in history
Whatcha bin smokin' boy
Reason you're acting like this is a mystery
Whatcha bin smokin' boy

People loving people no matter their race
Whatcha bin smokin' boy
Got a big smirk on this time weathered face
Whatcha bin smokin' boy

Republicans and Democrats agreeing on stuff
Whatcha bin smokin' boy
Totally blown away sitting here in the buff
Whatcha bin smokin' boy

Now hang on a minute, there must be a way
Whatcha bin smokin' boy
Though men have failed forever and a day
Whatcha bin smokin' boy

Call me a dreamer, there's hope in my heart
Whatcha bin smokin' boy
Let's all set our sights on a shiny new start
Start smokin' peace and joy!

© Jack Ellison 2012

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Eyes do Weep

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

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

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

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Finding Peace

I walk among the weathered stones, Contemplating my life alone; Staring into the vanishing light, Praying for the courage to face the night; Fearing the endless days up ahead, I’m stuck here alone, no friends but the dead, Trapped in this place, never to be freed; I was deserted by all in my hour of need; I look around but no one is there, Filling my lonely heart with despair; The soulless blackbirds fly overhead, “Tirzah” they whisper, my name brings me dread; I’m stuck here alone with naught but my fear, The path to my future remaining unclear; I cling to the memory of my fading past; Hoping that I can find peace at last.

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Time has my heart hostage the ventricle all bent
I will not surrender till every second of time is spent

For Black Eyed Susan's contest:  Time

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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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Pain of love

You gifted me a bouquet of flowers,
but felt like God has sent down beautiful showers
It took a long time for me to realize,
that its the time to open my eyes...
There was always an inner pride,
when you were sitting by my side
Now my little heart has a doubt,
can it stay away from you without?
With a hope,I expected your wishes.
later realized that I missed all your kisses
But now starring at the sky
and questioning myself ,why?
Unlike others,Day by day,my love grows,
God and me are the two persons who knows.
You still can spread smiles,
though you are away from me in miles
The feelings in my heart are so real,
and I beg your heart not to seal
You will never fully understand,
that without you my life cant withstand
It is 'you' whom now I rely upon,
I can bet our lives will soon turn on
We both know the present and past,
if we are together, our future will everlast.

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Jayne Taylor's The Star

Twinkle, twinkle little star-
How I wonder if you are.
So many light-years far away,
Are you still out there today?
Did you go nova little star?
How I wonder if you still are.

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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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I can see your face when you're not here,
those sparkling eyes that always cheer,
the wrinkling nose that is really you,
the welcomong lips to do what lips do,
I can feel those arms, a warm caress,
the clear message that your hands possess,
the hug that follows each time we meet,
the knowledge that each time we'll rerpeat
to find some time to leave World behind,
for a while, when it is real not in the mind.

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Modern Queen

She sat by the window with her silver crown
And gazed outside at what was around
A bird at the feeder, a squirrel in a tree
A car driving by, another, now three
She sat and gazed as the hours passed by
For this queen didn't worry about time
In life's simple pleasures, she now partakes
From watching the birds, to eating some cake
The minutes pass by, she cherishes each
As ninety-five years is no simple feat 
Her days are now filled enjoying the sun
Broken only by the nurses med runs

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Calamity the Uppity Clam-1

I found myself within a shell
Upon an oyster bed.
A wayward clam stuck out his foot
And struck me on the head.

Hit by this sea of insight
Pearls of wisdom, so to speak:
If  barnacles grow on your backside
That clam'll think you’re a geek. 

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Left Behind

- It Would Be Easier 
                       If There was a Bridge -

Never Would He have Viewed Distance
As Such A Harsh Mediator of Time.

The Days Used To Follow a Steady Rhythm,
But The Beat Had Dulled To a Hollow Thump.

                - What's She Doing Right Now? -

He'd Distract himself with Mediocre Mindset
Procrastinations, But Every Time She'd Come Back.

Always At The Conscious Forefront of His Brain,
Draining it Like a Cancerous Lobotomy.

                - Why Hasn't She Called? -

Seconds Elapsed in Centuries and the Days Dragged 
On Into an Extended Period of Night.

No Matter How Loud You Play The Music, It Won't
Ever Vibrate Louder Than Your Thoughts.

                - Time Collapses -

Stuck Between his Thoughts and Connecting Every
Event To Her Outline So Vividly, He Breaks.

Sometimes He'll Drive For No Reason, With The Moon
As His Guide, But in His Head. 

- In His Head, 
                It's Forever Sunset. -

~ For My Friends SH and KST

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The Visitor-

The town lay dark and sleeping,
people safe ,in beds were keeping.
Only I , restless , hounded.
walked down the street,
heart pounded.
What called me from my nightly slumber?
Something lonely, a despairing hunger.
Through the gate , a soldier stumbles,
in the distance , cannon rumbles.
Suddenly , in my arms he falls,
“1863? he said,” do you see the musket balls?”
His blood soaks through a letter,
he pushes in my hands.
“Give this to my Jeanette,
make sure she understands!”
With one last cold and wintry breath,
Like fog he disappears,
I’m bewildered , frightened,
for he didn’t know the year.
It’s 2013 now, and Jeanette is now long gone,
I keep the blood stained letter ,
in my mind the cannon echoes on.

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The Calendar

I check the calendar with fear.
I always do this time of year.

I dread the anniversary day, 
The time when He took you away.
God sent his angels down at night,
To bear you up in silent flight.

I wasn’t there to say goodbye.
I turn the calendar and cry.

I’d like to skip these days of pain,
But every year they come again.

I  cannot run from  loneliness, 
The date is  every where I guess. 

Won a 3rd

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~My Morning~ The moon is going to bed now, I watch it slide away The sky a beautiful shade or orange getting ready for the new day. The pigeons start cooing taking turns in the eaves The dawn chorus is starting, birds waking in the trees. Morning is here a mist hangs low, the air is feeling damp I turn, its time to rise once more, I switch out the bedside lamp. I return to our bed to snuggle hubby, before works calls him for the day “Did you have a good night?” he asks knowing the answer will be “nay.” Three cups of coffee later the first in bed with my man It’s time to tackle the day; and get on as best one can. To waken and see another glorious night give birth to a new day But I would love to miss just one and sleep through one dawn is what I pray.
© ~GG~ 6/08/2012

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Not a Turtle Soup

This Soup is not for turtles; it’s a very lively group.
No, we won’t be having turtles; it’s not a Turtle Soup.

So don’t  you hang around here if you move a bit too slow,
and those of you with “turtle” blood, you’ll need a cup of joe.

‘Cause you’ll have a lot of poets to keep up with, left and right.
And if you keep an eye out, you’ll catch bloggers in a fight.

You’ll post a poem, and on the list you’ll see its title there.
In half a day, you’ll look to see it’s vanished in thin air!

You’ll see a lot of contests and, if each time you get in,
you’ve done it at your health’s expense; your head will start to spin.

Don’t try to keep up with those poets posting crazily.
Just make a lot of comments and be “laid back” like P.D.!

And if you want to fit in here as if you’re family,
Then get to know sweet Carol and our own Linda-Marie.

But don’t be creepy crawling like a turtle in his shell.
You have to cruise the site and get to know each other well.

So just log on; breathe in, breathe out; get ready, set , now GO. . . 
The Hare will win it every time here; turtles are too slow!

For P.D.'s Contest: Turtle Soup

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last dance and remembering

Last dance and remembering…

One more year gone
Another page is turned
Looking like a yearbook photo
That has me concerned

What is there left to do
What is there left to say
If another year comes faster
Than this one went away?

Each year I take a minute
To look through a folder of mine
“Personal” is the label on the faded cover
But I wonder if there’s a sign…

Of longing to remember
All of the good times I framed
In news clippings – pictures now faded
By time that’s been claimed.

So will you dance with me?
And walk with me this one last time
Through this year of love lost and won
And then through years gone by.

After all, we may not ever
Go back home again
But there is a tiny, fleeting solace in
Taking time to remember when

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My first poem, in opposition to last poem

How can I express to you what it is that I really think
Words, vague expressions of though, only touch the brink
I try my very best to get the point across
Each time feeling that I am at a loss 

Difficult as the situation may have always seemed
 I always challenged that doubt and always dreamed

 Doubt has fought back, and now hope is at it's end 
Now only despair and loneliness do I have, to lend

The time has come for great sorrow
Now there is no yesterday nor tomorrow 

Only the present, which is absent of all bliss
My own thoughts telling me what I will miss

Never did I have the chance to look into your eyes
So sad that before even knowing you, I must say goobye

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Today The Calendar Has Something to Say

Upon hanging a new set
  up on my wooden cabinet 
    I put red marks on the days that was meaningfully done

Where I count the numbers 
  from the first number that is one
     down from the last possible day that is the number thirty-one

Where I wait for the long years
  to pass all the things that caused me fears
    starting from the weeks up to the very short days

It was still vivid in my mind
  where there are colorful fireworks you will find
    A new year starting on a happy January

It was a sunny day in February
  and all people were very happy
    for it was the month of love for all to share

I am nervous this month of March
  for I am on the stage for a ballet dance
    yet I am very happy because sharing my talents was a chance

Sadness was within my heart this April
  when my favorite grandpa died
   it was a gray morning when all of us cried

Wedding day the traditional way
  My aunt was glowing
    that month of May love was overflowing

You're all invited this 23rd of July
  because it was my birthday
    lots of foods and balloons are on your way

Days and months had passed and now it's December
  Christmas lights are bright and the nights are cold
     It is the season for great storied to be told

Upon seeing this old and dusty calendar
  things from the past came back onto my sight
    memories that are bad or good and dark or light

All are special and will always be a part of me
  even I bought a new one today
    I'll keep this old one to be remembered everyday

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All of My Wishes Have Come True

All of My Wishes Have Come True By Rick Rucker All of my wishes have come true, It happened, just as I met You, A very simple breakfast date, Utterly changed the course of my Fate! By our conversation, over food, You completely elevated my mood, My life resembled a state of stasis, Loneliness, alas, its prime basis, I mourned my loss of the sense of fun, Thought it unlikely that I would, again, see the Sun! But, I was wrong, I can report, You got me back in the game, my favorite sport, To be in Love, hopelessly, and completely, From those things you said, so sweetly, You were so honest, and open, The very embodiment of what I was hopin’ I don’t know if you knew, That day, I fell in love with You! From that time, I was sure I would ever be, A slave to you, if you even wanted me! I was so love struck, I felt as if, hit by a truck! Each time we are able to meet, I am captivated by your manner, sweet, Every time is as the first, Your beauty does slake my thirst, For the most valued thing on Earth, That which we strive for, from our birth, That would be the Quest for Love, Our Sacred calling, from Above! I got lucky, and found You, But what are you to do? For me to be as happy as I can be, It seems, you will be saddled with me! I hope it is not too big a pain, To hear me say, “I love you” again. The biggest thrill since I was born, To wake up to You, in the morn'!

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The Dying Embers of Chivalry

Darkness in the world suffocates and prevails 
I retrieve plaintively The Canterbury’s Tales  

Begin my own pilgrimage to the land of kings and knights 
When there were other meanings to the word heights 

To the time of true chivalry not outrageous impudence 
To the time of faith, nobility and reticence

To the time when audacity was more than just a software
To the time when allegiance wasn’t a singular affair

Knights of the Round Table heralded their pledge and prowess 
To their fellow men, they bestowed justice and largess

Well, such were the tales of true homage and humanity 
Before the human race was destroyed by the caltrops of vanity 

Along the path of my journey, I became aware of one truth 
It’s our own Renaissance that should be sought by our youth… 

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My Greatest Pleasure

My Greatest Pleasure By Rick Rucker By now, it surely must seem trite, But my favorite time, ever, was last night! That we set up a dinner date, To save us from our solitary fate! You make me feel so calm, For my Heart, you are a balm! We met for a lovely dinner, Asian, Just to see each other, the occasion. After dinner, we talked quite late, To forestall the goodbye, that I so hate! As we both had to do things today, We could, no longer, stay, As I watched you drive away, My mind conjured up the day, That we would no longer grieve, As we won’t have to leave, From each other’s side, No more forced to take that lonely ride. Since that wonderful time we met, I am forever in your debt, For showing me a side of life, With boundless Love, no stress, nor strife! A friend asked me today, how we get along, I told him that I can’t find a thing wrong, He said for me to not tell him, that we never fight, I said that I couldn’t do that, to lie is just not right! I told him you are a treasure, Your Beauty, and Love make the time with you, my greatest pleasure!

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Reading Beyond the Obvious

I read the same poem for several days
I kept seeing it in different ways

Even though the words they never changed
Somehow my thoughts became rearranged

The first time reading, it made me smile
My thoughts were confused after a while

Second time I searched for new meaning
Like a farmer in a field gleaning

I was confused, by her metaphor 
She used a gate instead of a door

The third day I thought I'd try again
Her words, were saturated in pain

On the fourth day things became intense
Why did it take, so long to make sense?

Words may seem simple at a first glance
With re-reading they can start to dance

Each mood I have, helps me to see more
Subtle differences in metaphor 

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I Keep You in My Heart

I Keep You in My Heart By Rick Rucker While we must, for now, live apart, I keep you first in my Heart, You have wrought a miraculous change in me, It is there for the World to see, Before we met, I was morose, Some might even say bellicose, You have let me see the Sun, When I’m with you, I have only fun! I often find myself singing, Frequently hear distant bells ringing, As we part, you think I say “Adieu,” But I am just practicing to say “I do!” Your Love has let me see the Light, Your memory gets me through the lonely night, The next time that we meet, Before I can kiss you, my sweet, That familiar burning sensation will start, The Heavenly fire that warms my Heart! I see you now, you walk with grace, As you near, a smile spreads across your face, Inches left before I can touch, The woman that I love so much, That final step seems to take forever, Soon, we will live together, then I will leave you never, For now, I will take any time that we can have, It is, for my wounded Heart, a salve! From me, my problems, you do lift, Perhaps that is your greatest gift, To let me see the beauty of this life, Why I have asked you to be my wife, Before we met, I crawled around in the muck, I met you by the most Blessed stroke of luck, My wretched life, you did transform, Now I want that to be the norm, I wish to live always in your presence, Drinking ever of your Essence! Do not attempt to trifle with Fate, Please live with me, and be my Mate!

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                      A scary night for all to see.
                    It's almost time for Halloween.
                       Ghost,goblins,vampires to.
               A Thirst for blood and a witches brew.
            Dark voices come from under the ground.
                 The night of eery and scary sounds.
                                 Black of night
                             and a ghostly sight.
          The streets are full of things that make us trimble.
         Monsters,ghost,vampires are a Halloween symbol.
         Knock on the door and screem TRICK OR TREAT.
       They'll open the door and say MMMM is it time to eat.
                      TERESA SKYLES
Entered in Russell Sivey"Halloween fun"contest

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Inside the Outside

I'm standing on the inside of the outside of my dreams
It's misty grey, I'm so alone and down my cheeks tears stream

This is the place I have frequented from the age of five
And every time the mist lures me here, I wonder why I'm alive

It whispers to me and tells me why no one seems to care
Sitting alone and seldom talking whilst into space I stare

   So young and safe you should have been like many girls and boys
   Your innocence, your purity taken, becoming one of his toys

   I lure you here to comfort you, a soul so now alone
   My soothing mists surrounding you in dreamed safety roam

   No one will ever harm you when you enter into my world
   Solitary you are presently, but one day you'll be that girl

The morning sunshine awakens me, her rays shining on my face
As I slowly drift from the soothing mists that nightly save my grace

I head off into my day as I have done for the past fourteen years
Knowing when night time comes, the dreamed mists allay my fears

For how long I will feel alone, my thoughts honestly cannot say
From five years old to nineteen as I am, I know I'll speak one day

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2012 Chinese New Year

Once a year this day comes,
Lights flash with the sounds of the drums,
It's the New Year,
Use happiness to reach for the cure.

Bring joy 2012 today,
As the dragon brings the year to stay.
Care to those making poems,
Living life in each and every homes.

January 23rd makes history,
Be joyful in the way you see.
Traditions lay on the date,
Making the zodiac be fate,
Big dragons, big smiles, it's New Years day,
Happy New Year as they say.

Red brings fortunes,
With hope assuring everyone as wins.
Bright dancers to celebrate,
Stay up for New Years starts late.
Bringing forward for the memories to come,
New ways and new things to humm.

Bright flowers bloom to thee,
To the streets all people flow to see,
The show of time in lifes all over,
Luck be brought like a four leaf clover,
Spirits living fee in time,
Making sense of the poem; the rhyme.

The gragon year has finally made it,
The clock ticks, we wait; we sit.
Lighting up the symbols with fire,
Walking with elements of dire.

So it's the New Year today,
I send great wishes towards your way.
Connecting dots as stars so near; yet so far,
Seeing the brightest of all; the North star.
Happy days for our 2012 time,
Saving the words for the beat of the rhyme.

This card is for what the New Year has on its way,
Each of us putting our cards into play.
Happy New Year for it's the dragons time to steer,
Watching close to each person; each peer.
This day comes once, so play,
Lets celebrate for it leaves fast; please stay,
Happy New Year-hope all stays well,
As one keeps wisdom the cover of our life; the shell.

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New dimensions

By: Sashi.Prabhu(Zeauoxian)
Written on:28/07/2012

At times the person within me feels all alone,
The nomad within me I try to keep happy and joys within full blown.

Far away from a place called home,
With purpose and goals but without love and alone

Fly by night, fly by day
Up and down the country I travel all the way

Peeking outside my oval window
Blueness always with patches of white to endow

My eyes capture dark clouds
White clouds, shapeless clouds

Till a time the sky reflects
And my eyes illume with lights deflect

      As time passes and places I cover each day
Things I imagined and thought I knew

Are far from true and to me become clear.
And in these small things that keep changing

I encapsulate myself from the outside
I whither my thoughts to new dimensions

I shiver in my skins and shed the old ones
I quiver within my heart

 Out flows the rust
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust

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I wake to silence, hold my breath, await a cry,
Tentatively move, glide to a door, nip a sigh.

She still sleeps, but feels my presence and shifts,
Seeing this, mom holds her breath as a small brow lifts.

My girl remains in dreams, so moments I will steal,
Tiptoe to kitchen then let the day reveal

itself in sun, rain or ... Oh, sweet gift! Poetry!
Hot air balloons sifting clouds wake the scribe in me.

The fridge frets, a tap chats, I hear the city grind
as I let inspiration yawn, slowly unwind.

Lines form. I want coffee and a break to my fast,
but the clock’s ticking and I’ve learned from the past

that one gripe from a chair or a snipe from a spoon
brings love racing down the hall while humming a tune.

I get half of a verse written and then hear her call,
So I go to her room, beside her I crawl

and she smiles like I’m Christmas, bringing brand new toys,
She gives me sloppy kisses, unleashes her joy.

We cuddle under a quilt, she hands me a bear,
Then demands a story which I pull from the air.

Some time later, we munch muffins, embrace our day
which starts with hugs and laughter and ends the same way.

By Cyndi MacMillan, written Aug 15, 2012

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The satin sky as the moon rises bathes us in silken moonlight
Gazing at infinity and a God given awesome sight.

Pondering on how small we are in Gods great universe
Planning out our lives but finding there is no rehearse.

Wondering what might have been, but it does not get us far?
Things are now, what time we have, yes that is what they are.

Change is a difficult thing, but imagination is a gift
Sometimes when things are not just right, this can give us a lift.

The harvest moon time is approaching; days are getting shorter in length
But lying here with our thoughts entwined knowing you are there gives me strength.

© ~GG~29/08/2102

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One's First Love 2K11

No Fairies, no Genies, nor wishing-well.  
Sorcerer's duplicate not first love's spell.  

No Time-Machine to moments of one's yen;  
Ah, bathe in love for one's first time again!  

With memories one sips Fountain-of-Youth;  
Transporting back one where love first proved truth.

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Life's Daily Pressures

My life keeps changing everyday
Sometimes I wish that I were far away
Then I look around this world and see
That this is not really all about me
The pressures of daily life come to everyone
And will always happen until our time here is done
So we try to do the best that we can do
And always remember that the lord will see us through
So take some time out of your busy day
Stop and think, then start to pray
I know that this will help and I know that this is true
Because it has happened to me
And it can also happen to you

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The Love triangle: A boy, his dog, and a ball

One day I discovered a love triangle going on in the yard, where I sit.
A boy loved his red ball, so did his dog, and the balls love was split.
Back and forth the ball went forever into play, never to quietly sit.
Nowhere could it find the right place in which to ever fit.
First to the boy, then the dog. It’s love kept it on track.
The ball traveled with them everywhere, nothing did it lack.
It’s life consisted of simple things, and following them around.
The beach, and grassy park became their beloved friends in town.
A few times it did escape, but was quickly caught and put back in play.
But all in all, every thing was fine as it was sent, to and fro each day.
Some times they would roll it.
Sometimes they would bounce it.
Sometimes it hit the roof.
But it never failed to sparkle, no matter how much punishment it took.
Once a storm came along, and they hugged it in the house that shook
It was the courage of the little ball, which kept them safe, no doubt.
When the rain went away, they went back to the sunshine to run about.

Then the little boy went away, now the dog and the ball patiently wait each day.
Someday, several little boys will come here again to play.
It’s just like children to come along, you know they definitely will.
But for now, I have a surprise, for I’ll be babysitting the boy down the hill.

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Another big package arrived today
I opened it up, and to my dismay....

Cardboard and stuffing, and so much more
Styrofoam nuggets all over the floor

There was plastic bubble, and cellophane wrap
It took a broom to clear the trash

I dug around to look inside
All sealed and tight, was my big surprise!!

It needed a battery to make it run
But the battery it came with was dead and done!

Okay...finally ready, we'll have some fun
Oops!  I broke the remote, oh shucks! We needed that one!

We'll take a time out....well, that's a bother!
I'll run to Wal Mart to get another...

Stopped at Starbuck's along the way
Tossed my cup...that's two, today

Bought more stuff...while I was in the store
Filled six plastic bags... or maybe it's more....

Filled the trash....for the fourth time today
I'll go back to Wal Mart...where I will pay

For new garbage containers...those giant cans..
'Cause we fill them up, as fast as we can

I have heard going 'Green' the only way.....but
Another big package arrived today

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A Soul Untouched

by Michael J Falotico

                                            A spring leaf fell in my hands..
                                    With time it aged as the drop of sands..

                                   Now the lines on the leaf reflect my own..
                              And fresh colors fade as bright ones are shown..

                                 Seasons do past as time does take it's toll..
                                   Only with me, time doesn't touch my soul..

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Drinking now the purple hour 
 last one left
bereft of power
moments dripping down your chin
see through seconds 
stretching thin
some time caught behind your tongue
travels back to find you young
in my eyes I see you find
yesterday inside your mind
a flash of Sunday afternoon
on the boulevard in June
I wipe that summer from your eye
with fingertips and wonder why
the flow of time and tears goes on
Long after hope has come and gone.
But, sometimes when we think
all hope is gone
we find the strength 
to carry on
our faith in God will see us through
so let's dry our eyes, me and you
and have one last drink
before the wine turns sour
a farewell toast to the purple hour

My niece, Johnette Loefgren, and I wrote this

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Given From You

                                       Time passes as days dissolve from view..
                            Messages from memories scroll down from pages of you..

                                 All of which has molded a mind and soul that sings..
                         An everlasting learning experience that gave this heart wings..

                                   Time does pass but I still stay humble and true..
                            Because time can't take away all that was given from you..

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Time is Limitless

However so vast, we fade, into our past.
Into future, we cast our lives so fast.

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Detox me from this World

Obsessions and vanities 
False lovers, calamities

Misfortune and shame
Our world’s sinister game

The more you have the more you need,
Fixing your eyes on possessions and greed.

Stab your neighbor through their eye
So they are blinded by your lie.

Keep all busy and far from home
So children are left to roam alone,

Murdered by the age of eighteen
What do you expect when your world is creating machines?

Assembly lines are still in effect,
Just this time it’s your soul they require you to check,

Loyalty fades through each generation,
Yet we wonder why so many are filled with manipulation.

Take a pill, for Everything
As long as you perform, conform and bring 

Take no time to share or care
Just as long as at 7am you are there.

Smiles are perceived as suspicion,
Our mouths are ammunition.

While each group gets worse
We embrace societies curse.

For intellect now rules
Yet, technology has created fools

Dependent on everything else
Except God and ourselves

Detox me
From deep within
For this war is something I will win
The shallowness of daily faces
Leads my spirit into dry places,

Detox me
From former foes,
For their webs were spun and I didn’t know,
Their empty hearts that cannot understand me,
Leads my soul to cry out to thee.

Detox me!

Detox me!

from this world.

By: Sabina Nicole

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Finally A Song About The Things No One Seems To Care About

A great man once said "Stop and Go" 
But now it's time to show

What I've got to give this world
Before I go I need this girl.

Seems so cliche, but it makes
Me scream, and then break.

Is this o.k? Why do I bother?
Because this is what i'm fatherin' 

I don't need grammer to express
My farther plans to un-depress

You may know me to be 'unreal'
But, I just want you to feel, you feel?

Question what you can, cause your free to
Bring back the beat so I can tell all you
   (I need no chorus)

End rhyme don't match my words
No time- this time- my time, you heard?

Repeat myself to remind you again
But, I forget the nationality to defend

I'll help you get away- does it sting?
I bet it makes your ears ring

They can try to break us down, right?
They can't do anything about the fights

Riot will awake and my rhymes will be lost
The only true thing I would pay the cost

It's time for the world to change again
"Republic just doesn't cut it" you say?

I'm ready for a new dawn now
The dusk is upon us- a new crown
   (And by the way: I don't need no chorus)

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Time Stop

Time Stop

There was a moment in time when everything stopped,
It was like a dream on an entirety with you.
It  there could be a moment to take back the regret, heartbreak and confusion I doubt I would.
I fear telling you how much I love you.
Thinking it ruin are forever relationship,Not knowing it was mutual. May we be of flesh may we be of soul may we have  that savior peace.
What rules then are our own? 
If we break that promise which bond each with a letter in blood.
As time stop the wind blows,we who bore so close taking the finally blow.
As we gaze into each to each tear streak face we smile and know.
Today we can be together forever in each other arm.
As though time kept going but for us,it stopped.So our moment int time where only the wind blew.
This is the most wonderful dream we have ever shared.

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Flying, when life is racing; creeping,  with life  easing;
Good and bad in turns till the final 'cease'; time is teasing.

S.Jagathsimhan Nair

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Signing in the stars...
Buying trendy cars...
Having a lot of money....
& life as sweet as honey...!

Having an island or two...
Or getting the moon would do...
Quality time with all the celebrities...
& a home with heaven-like-facilities !

Plucking the stars one by one...
Or dimming the light of the Sun...
Dragging the clouds to my roof-top....
& making the train of Time to stop....

This was how I dreamt as a child...
Crazy to the core...& oddly wild !

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Russel Crowe  in metal armor clothing needs sequel  to GLADIATOR  
Schwartzenegger, the all-metal guy, needs sequel  to TERMINATOR

Both could be dressed entirely  in clothing of metal  
And act tough, giving off a lot of hot air to show their mettle,  

From time to time letting off steam.
Both these guys could make a good team

In their  ultimate sequel  movie  -  RADIATOR.

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No Way Out

No Way Out By Rick Rucker As recently as a year ago, I knew not, which way to go, From financial ruin, to likely cancer, I could not seem to forge an answer, I went to work, all depressed, My problems, largely unaddressed, My problems seemed to overwhelm, I could not seem to grasp the helm, Then, out of the Blue, I decided what I would do, That rather than “going out,” sad, and lonely, I no longer wanted to be “the only,” Rather than being alone, at the end, I would rather share the time left, with a friend, I thought that my search would be a Quest, But, I found it one of the best, Times in my Life, A Mission, with potential, rife, From that time on, The funk, that I had been in, had gone! Like snagging Victory, from Defeat, I got a bonus, an Angel, sweet, While it may seem to be remote, Those Dragons from my Mind, she smote, The end of my Life, once forecast, Was incorrect, it would last, Far longer than my doctor thought it would, I decided it was due to my Angel, good, I knew that I could not let her slip away, I did not want to go alone, into the Fray, As she had already changed my Fate, I beseeched her to become my Mate, She finally acquiesced, Rather than see me grovel, she thought it best, In the course of our Romance, I found that she is a genius at finance, I thought that money would be a concern of my heirs, With a longer lifespan, it again was one of my cares, I am but a silly Man, So, she put me on a savings plan, One that will do what is all the Rage, To have money, ‘til The End, at any age! So, if you want my prescription for a Life, so fine, Find an Angel, but you cannot have mine! Her time is already spoken for, For the next hundred years, or more!

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  Whenever I smell the sweet aromas made by a log fire,
  I recollect past times of great desire.

  The crackling of the wood, the heat it produces,
  Only more and more memories induces.

  There was a time in college that I spent a Summer outdoors,
  Each night, around a campfire, with a dozen others.

  We sang and laughed and enjoyed life you see,
  Mostly, we enjoyed each others' company.

  Oh, we cooked our hot dogs and burgers too,
  But when the guitars came out, we knew what to do.

  We sang our songs of the joys of life,
  Few of us felt then the pangs of strife.

  Things turned that Summer, at least for me...
  My father died rather suddenly.

  I remember the call I got with the news,
  The fire, that night, had different hues.

  The coals that burned and sparks that flew,
  Foretold of a life...different and new.

  As I grow older and by some chance,
  Smell wood burning in a fireplace by happenstance.

  I recall that Summer when my world changed
  You might say, my life  was "rearranged".

  When I hear the hiss of embers that die,
  I think back to a time when I asked, "Why"?

  Yet, it is still the happy moments of that Summer I miss,
  With the sweet aroma of a wood fire, and its burning hiss.

  For I would not trade that Summer you see,
  It has a special place, here in my memory.

  And once in a while I go back to that spot,
  Where I was young, with passions so hot.

  The sound and smells of a campfire remind me...
  Those times are "burned" in my memory.


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Bear and the Mocking Bird

Should I? Could I? Would I?  The teenage bear was getting nowhere, fast.
He wanted that big salmon that had come up the falls, almost to his grasp.
But the current appeared too swift, for even a bear as strong as him.
Still, that salmon’s presence mocked him; he was dinner on the fin.
So as the bear lumbered out, a mocking bird suddenly began to mock…
“You’re going over the falls in one more step. Stop! Think! Think! Stop!”
“Didn’t your momma ever teach you even one simple little thing?”
Now, he had left home because his Momma had always told him what to do.
So he turned to the bird and growled… “Why should I listen to you?”
The bird mocked back… “Because you don’t stop and think things thru.”
Then, at that point the bear slipped, and almost went over the falls, it’s true! 
He heard the bird mock, “Stop! Think! Think! Stop! Listen, you lumbering brute!”
Angrily and begrudgingly, he admitted the bird was right: a plan was due.
So with a branch he sent the salmon down to the bottom of the falls below.
Then, later with dinner replete, it was now time for dessert to bestow.
So he decided to visit the berry farmer and plunder most of his crop.
Again the mocking bird hollered at him. “Stop! Think! Think! Stop!”
“The farmer has a dog and gun! If you destroy his summers’ crop…”
“A bearskin rug will be your fate. So Stop! Think! Think! Stop!”
After 3 or 4 more times at mocking… The bear finally gave in… 
For each time he had mocked him… He had also saved his life, again…
Since he had left momma behind, he now realized that he had done nothing right.
And though they were both rough, tough, loners: they still became strangely tight.
So in the end, they became fast friends, with each one helping the other out…

The moral to my story is: there’s a friend that can understand anyone, even you.
Friends don’t have to be beautiful or popular to be true and help you thru.
They are all very precious and none should be thrown away.  
For you’ll need all their understanding to help: see you on your way.

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Someone tells you change not because you are not good
But because you do not act the way they think you should

Neither is it because they don’t think you’re not bad
It is just a reaction when they are either mad or sad

A special person in your life ask you to make some change
However uniqueness allows someone to remain the same

You are special, in your own right, just the way you are
Singing out of tune and rhythm while driving in your car 

Change however may not be bad in the pursuit of perfection
Sadly that journey isn’t easy and takes much introspection

What are the things you desire, and where do you want to be
Will these things make you truly happy, or only temporarily

Are these things that you can’t live without in the long run
Or temptations of the flesh, that only provide a quick fun

One asks, what does it matter only the test of time will tell
Should I place a Pascal wager to avoid what they call hell

The very thought of that seems a vain attempt at very best
However when the time comes will I did my very own test

Change, Aristotle, said was the only thing that doesn’t change
Clever word circles like these though do very little to explain

Indeed his idea was much more complex than I’ve stated
But, then again most people would say that he’s outdated 

To change definitely one of the most difficult things to do
It something that you must really desire, this much is true

By Wayland Bunch 2/14/2013

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We are We can We must

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Seasons Last Leaf

Seasons Last Leaf
Purged atop a lofty Popular 
A singular leaf all that holds
Like in drowning - gasping for last breath
A life once was – now clinging to the past
The season of spring brought forth its life
Love to blossom to bear fruit and green
The wonders- all newly felt and viewed
The leaf smiled among the young it knew
In summer time the heat did soar
The leaf grew as rains did pour
By trials of wind water thunder and drought
The leaf endured each tribulation and grew proud
At first frost many shivered and fell
But most became brilliant chrisom red- do tell
A gathering of color painted by the creator’s finger
As the leaf among the many waited its time
Now the last- singularly purged atop the lofty popular
The life given it wavers to left than right
Until the leaf rest among the assembled piles afoot
In winter time a blanket comes
Upon the leaf the piles the ground
Nature cocoons to repair once more
The hope that comes after winter’s storms

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A Dogs Life

It really is quite tiring, lying in the sun,
looking out for danger, protecting everyone,

All the time pretending that I don't even care
I'm sniffing out the undergrowth, to see what's lurking there,

Chasing after next door's cat can be extremely funny,
but I much prefer to find a patch of warm grass when it's sunny,

I sleep with one eye open, I am constantly on guard,
while noisy human puppies go careering round the yard,

Sometimes I'll do a trick or two, to keep my humans happy,
but when it comes to dinner time they better make it snappy!

I know it's just a dogs life, but I say, without conceit,
there's more to being man's best friend than to play or sleep or eat!

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Day by day I slip a little more
Feeling my sanity slip through my core
I ask myself questions and wonder if it's time
So I thought I'd pass the time with this little rhyme
I seem to be changing and wonder if it's true
If what I'm changing into is new
I'm undergoing metamorphosis as I sit and I think
I'm so bored I just may catch a wink
Would you think me sick in the head
If I told you I wish I were dead
But that's not something to play with it's just too serious
We'd never think of that 'cause you'd fear for us
I feel the change coming I haven't got much time
So I thought I'd pass the time with this little rhyme
He's taking over I can feel my mind doubling
Is it crazy to say I don't find this troubling
I am moving to the next stage in my life
I'm entering the last stage of my strife
He's taking over it's time to say goodbye
I am metamorphosising into a whole new butterfly

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Destruction - Reconstruction

I would like to share the destruction of my life
How I sold all my dreams to a world of pain and strife
I hope some youngster reads it and can clearly see
That to walk down that path is no place to be
I believe it all started the day I watched my mother die
Devil crawled inside my mind and said, “Gods the reason why”
It made it easy for him to attract me to the high
To convince me that I was owed my slice of the pie
I fell into a way of life or so it would seem
By the age of fifteen I was cultivating green
At the age of sixteen I had quite a need
It was at that age I started slamming speed
There I was a junkie trapped in a boy’s shell
With no understanding my life had gone to hell
At the age of eighteen I wanted to live fatter
So I took a giant leap up the homeboy ladder
I got a girl in collage to get a professor hooked
He taught chemistry and he taught me to cook
At the age of eighteen I had reached my goal
Never even thinking I had destroyed my soul
I learned to live with the fear that I would get busted
And how to deal with people who could not be trusted
In my early twenties I started doing time
Like the song by Johnny Cash I learned to walk the line
Time is like a waterfall that forever pours
It just simply never ends there always is some more
As I watched it come and go time and time again
I realized that I was at home caged in a pen
I looked in the mirror and studied the lines in my face
And actually even said out loud "worlds a better place"
I had just stabbed a man left him on the floor
I honestly have no idea what it was all for
When it comes to regrets I have more than most
I not only have my skeletons I also have my ghost
Youngsters if you read this please help spread the news
Life is both good and bad it's up to you to choose
Can you see the miracle that is written in this rhyme?
The Lord will save any soul even one like mine

I reposted this poem to enter
the where I come from contest

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Time in a Bottle

Time in a bottle

If it were only possible to have bottled the past
To seal it so that time could last

My past had many good years
A family life I had no tears

And now to open that bottle in this part of my life
Instead of tears have more time with my wife

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Mistress Of The Morn

~Mistress of the Morn~ Fingers creeping stealthily about, in early morning dew Creeping touching, tempting, damp as they find you. Cold yet exquisite after the warm dark night Tantalising and teasing and bringing fresh delight. The mistress of the morn is calling once again Wrapping you in her in her arms, pleasure you need not feign. Dreams are not needed now the morning is here The mistress waiting paitently of that you have no fear. Waking slowly a smile on your lips Feeling the caress of the cooling finger tips. Why oh why is it only in this way? That your mistress of the morn, comes out to play. Like some fantasy fairy soothing your head Playing with your senses, wishing you were in bed. Every time you say "No" never again But that bottle of wine is empty-again you did drain. The mist creeping in with the dawns early light Making you think it was - a mistress all night… Your hair and clothes damp, you slept on the step You promised yourself you wouldn’t - and yet. The only time your mistress is there Is just before you awake in the cool misty air
© ~GG~ 10/08/2012

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The Duality of Life

Bobby comes home from work to screaming kids and a nagging wife;
Feeling as if he hasn’t had a moment of peace in his entire life.

Jackson comes home from work to a dark and empty house;
Longing to fill the void of it all with offspring and a spouse.

Betty changes a dirty diaper and wipes a running nose;
The last time she pampered herself, only heaven knows.

Janet fixes another meal made especially just for one;
Wondering if her eligible days have all come and gone.

Each of them looks deep inside not liking what they see;
Convinced that everyone else in the world has a better reality.

Bobby watches his kids score a goal and his wife fixes him supper;
The pride he feels and love he shares works like a natural upper.

Jackson relaxes with a good book and listens to his favorite musician;
Comfortable with the freedom to do what he wants without any imposition.

Betty gets a big hug and a kiss from kids who say they love her;
The times she feels happiest is when she is helping out another.

Janet shares time with wonderful friends without any sexual tension;
And feels sorry for those unhappily married whose choices they often question.

Each of them looks deep inside and are happy with their destination;
Some days are good and some days are bad no matter our life situation.

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September Rewards

Is there anything more splendid than a garden in the fall,
When your work has brought in treasure and it’s time to reap it all?

There are bounties beyond endless, all you need and so much more.
It is offered with such largesse; some to eat and much to store.

The old pear tree is so loaded, it will be hard to pick it all.
Is there anything so lovely as a  pear tree in the fall?

Oh a garden in the springtime is a place of hope and cheer.
 It’s perfection in September when the harvest time is here. 

I remember Daddy bringing all the produce, with a grin,
And my mama bravely canning the profusion he brought in.

The cellar is overloaded and the bright jars line the wall.
Nothing  is so satisfying as the harvest in the fall. 

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Tiny Bird

I can’t complain I’m sheltered and fed
But this nagging ambition still builds in my head
Of what was written and what was said
Of a lonely road far from my bed

You don’t venture far tiny bird in the thicket
The home you mind is safe from the wicked
It’s a shame you can’t fly far away
And see all the cultures time built on its way
With the people of both peace and war
And the beauty of things in nature to adore
But your home is well kept and happy it seems
But what of your heart, your wishes and your dreams

I can’t feel shame it would make me weaker
About the wasted moments left to the meeker
The scoundrel in me keeps my heart from fever
But fever is wanted by my soul the dreamer

So tiny bird would you say you much wiser
The time you spend you count like a miser
Or is it that you take simple love in your day
In the little you make from the soil and the clay
Do the storms bother you at all little one?
Do the storms keep you hiding waiting for the sun?
I see the light is there in the weather so destructive
Are clouds to you renewal or counter productive?

I take it we differ in thought and song
Though I can no longer say yours is wrong
But I take from you a lesson - a lovely subtraction
In the happiness to be found in simple satisfaction

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Searching for Summer


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BY: Abdulhafeez T. Oyewole

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Wake up from your sleep
Its about time we reap
The happiness of the moment
Going on and on like a current

Lets go out in the sun
Its time we take a run
The rain will soon drizzle
Everything will soon frizzle

Today its so bright
Hold my hand tight
Imagine we can fly
Up and Up so high

As the clock ticks ten
Lets go into the den
I know as time slides
The pain will subside!

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Your so naive, You act like your so great
But you've got nothing of you to love when you point out everything you hate 
When you criticize my every move and you make me feel so down 
Like you get a prize every time you shove me to the ground 
You make me hurt with every word, why's it so hard for you to think
Purposely frustrate me, You make me feel like such a freak
I don't have to say one word to you, You just throw in your two cents 
You talk like you can tell me anything you want, Life bears you no consequence
So even when I don't ask for it, tell me the first thing that comes to mind
Leave everything unfiltered, even though its not close to kind
Talk about me behind my back, Better yet right in front of my face
Shout out my faults to the world, Doesn't matter the time or place
Embarrass me in front of your friends, Give it your best shot
It doesn't matter how much it kills me, Because you're going to stab me with every knife you got
You can punch me in my ribs, Laugh at me when you make me cry
Tell the world my secrets, leave me in the sun to fry
Get me so mad, I hide around the corner to slit my wrist
When I die I bet I'll be the last person you ever miss 
When everyone shoves me around, eventually you'll get in line for it too
Get on my nerves, Better make it your favorite thing to do 
Your my sister but what's it matter?
According to you we're from two separate worlds so my broken hearts what your after 
You want nothing more than to run me to my grave 
You can get away with everything you do, so what if you misbehave

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Christmas Time

Christmas is the time to remember
When the baby Jesus was born
Many Many years ago on a cold winters morn
It's a very special time
To give thanks for this time of the year
With children of all ages
Filled with excitement and good cheer
And to give thanks for all of our family and friends
That we hold oh so dear
And to remember that the lord is with us
Not just at Christmas time
But all through the coming year

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Tale of a Monster and a Living Ancient

A time long last to a new beginning,
No one to condemn the last living being.
Fire sparks in its eyes
And it lays, as the other dies.
A mithril sword in the diamond cave,
The ancient being cannot be saved.
A new danger every single day,
He fights them off, keeping death at bay.
He flies by night, wings spread wide
No freedom to roam the skies by light.
Returning again to his forever home,
A brave knight slept from his mountain roam.
Seeing the monster, the beast roars
And the evil wakes, and the eagle soars.
A flash of heat and a sound of steel,
The ancient father had no time to reel.
He watched the monster as his fire died,
And the last dragon went for his last ride.

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You are so beautiful my love
Every time I lay beside you I welcome your touch

Just talking about our present
Trying to visualize our future together essence

Remembering our past
The first time we touch Heaven 

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Time Slips By

If days were hours and weeks were days, we'd think of better things to say,
A  day would  come then  slip away with  every hour  we  delayed...

Written 8/28/2012

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Part 2 the wolf story contest

They surrounded him with ruthless intentions,
Until he quickly decided to mention,
“I am more like you wolves than you think”
“I am your human, missing link”
“Let me prove to all of you”
“That I am capable of being a wolf too”
Their blood thirsty eyes suddenly subsided,
He was given 24 hours to show them he should be permanently invited,
For he had nothing to lose and everything to gain,
He had just survived a grizzly bear’s night time game,
The man explained that he had just retired,
The life he had lived had simply expired,
He was now more alive than he had ever been before,
Little did he know what these wolves had in store,
The journey was to begin at sundown,
When all was quiet and no one was around,
They would come for him at half past eight,
And challenge this man and test his weight,
They said their last words then scuttled away,
Leaving this man to his thoughts all day,
He knew he was different; his head for the first time was clear,
He felt empowered and had not one fear,
With it all planned out in his mind,
He was confident that they would accept him after tonight as their kind,
He did not question what would happen if he failed their test,
With pride in his heart, he was confident he would be the best,
To keep himself busy until they came back, 
He walked to a nearby stream, pulled out a knife from his knapsack
Caught some season trout,
He showed those fish what he was all about
He spent the rest of his day relaxing in the sun
Until darkness arrived and the fun had begun…

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Omega Slumbers

Peace slumbering giant, rest in this garden
Alpha waits on the other side, the guardian.

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Maladies of the ailing

The discomfort of bodily disease, Brings in a sense of physical unease. The fear of being pushed to death's brink; Makes, courage of even the bravest, sink. Neither any of the worldly riches nor any great wealth Can you ever barter with, the vitality of good health. Joyous to the sufferer, there's only one kind of pain, The grueling labor of a mother is her lifetime's gain! But neglected are the agonies breeding in heart's recession Eating away the very soul: ailment of fatal depression. Its hidden symptoms, making it hard to be diagnosed, The irreparable damage done, not well recognized. Agonisingly grinding the calm and peace of mind; Healing is tough, solace even rare to find. For every wound of the heart, known to be torturous Diminishing the scars, the Tincture of Time is wondrous!

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Our Favorite

When he had control of the remote I could get out of sorts
I preferred the dramas and he wanted only sports.

But on one type of programming we could usually agree.
We both got a big laugh from good old-time comedy. 

Jack Benny, Eddie Cantor, and Jackie Gleason jokes abounded.
Lucy and Gracie’s antics kept Desi and George astounded. 

These were comedies we could watch without getting a red face,
Unlike the vulgar stuff today that is not worth the space.

But there was one special fellow that we both simply adored.
He played so many characters that we were never bored.

There was Clem Kadiddlehopper and Freddie the free loader.
Gertrude and Heathcliff were seagulls. Red just kept getting bolder.

The last time we sat together and laughed until we cried
Was only a short time before my darling husband died.

Red was playing Santa in a silly Christmas spoof.
He kept crawling towards the chimney and sliding down the roof.

It was the last time we laughed together as amused husband and wife,
One Red Skelton episode I’ll remember the rest of my life.

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Burning Embers

When love walked through the door
I met a feeling I never knew before
It burned right through my heart
Yet healed me from the start
He was an angel full of light
A perfect spark; a great delight
 He looked like a god from head to feet
You’re the love of my life; a burning heat
Burning embers one by one
I break every time you are gone
My world suddenly turns into black
But gets all better when you are back
Burning embers with sweet love
You are my cupid from above
Because love doesn’t have any bars
We have a place up in the stars
I remember the time I was broken apart
But that changed when you mended my heart

By: Julie Alcin

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my couplet morning

as the morning light show,
the burning candle i blow

then comes the morning kiss
that makes me feel i'm in trance

the morning prayer i say,
to set the pace for the day.

later on the morning push up,
that makes the blood rush up.

then the kitchen door i open,
to put the food in the oven.

and  i set out in pleasure,
to catch the day treasure.

6th August, '12 
Modupe Sefunmi

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Then and now {Double Posting}


I welcome you all to the dance
A place where souls are held in trance
Destiny is our truest fate
Taking your soul will feel great
I was born unto this life
To distribute pain and strife
There is nothing you can do
I shall have this dance with you
As we dance across the floor
I shall show you what destiny is for
You can try with all your might
I will have this dance tonight
As we dance you should know
I will crawl up in your soul
So take my hand and join the dance
I hold your soul in my trance
No need to try and run away
With your soul I shall play
By the time I am through
Nothing that you can do
For I shall leave you like a shell
As I take your soul with my spell
There is nothing like a dark romance
So will you please join the dance?

Beauty can be rated by so many things
Like the noise birds make as they sing
Beauty is a flower growing from a seed
It also is a baby tender with its needs
If a person takes the time to look around
There is so much beauty on this earth to be found
Beauty can be a mountain all covered up with snow
Or it can be firelight with its entrancing glow
One thing in my life I have come to know
No beauty is as beautiful as the beauty of the soul

I posted this this way to show how
much poetry has changed me. I
guess now you understand why
I wanted to bury them old poems.
Sometimes like right now I just
can't help but cry for my pain is
very deep.

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Brown and blue

He who's not in time for a loo
gets his things both brown and blue.

Volodymyr Knyr

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a shadows head

i am a man with out my shadows head
cause i cut a tree with my axes sharp led

i got a new job of a wood cutter
but i put my life to litter

i know time cant come back
i wish i had a time sack

then i had gone back in time
after my work i would sing a rhyme

god if you give another chance
i will show you a dance

how would you feel if you were in my place
or happily run in a race

i want to be a normal man eating icecream
i forgot to tell you it was a bad dream

i am going to tell my boss what happend
or my shadows head will be chopped

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my son was born with a disconnected mind
he catches on if you give him time

i love that he carries on a normal life 
i hate that he will never have a wife

he loves animals and building things
i hate to tell him that he can not sing : )

his appetite so big and around the clock
you will find him from time to time with only the one sock

he gets so excited about just the little things
oh what joy he brings

he talks to everyone that passes through
why some people are mean i have no clue

i ask God to please keep him near if i am called home before him
he never liked just being called 'jim'

his sisters and brothers treat him well and give him no slack
...and his love for them does not lack

my dear son mommy loves you so
you are special in my heart i want you to know

and if I could tell the world to stop treating as if you have a disease
this would make mommy so very pleased 

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The Garden of Emotion

As a good gardener would do, 
she had to evaluate the quality of her trees plants and fruit,
She saw that some were rotten; they had spoiled at the root.

Unforgivness and resentment suffocated her delicate tree,
It was time to prune the essences of it in its entirety,
Finding the initial cause was how she would now prepare,
Going a little deeper into the earth that had many layers.

From the time this tree was a seed,
It had glitches, cracks and lived amongst weeds,
Perhaps damaged from the packaging
Or banged up through the sifting
Causing some deformities and in need of some spiritual lifting.

Resenting the other trees,
For they were far more stunning than thee,
This garden had suffered through many damaging storms,
Causing animosity that took on different shapes and forms,
sometimes her fruit seemed a bit bitter and irate
Forgiveness was the only cure to transform this ugly hate.

Sniping away at what was easy for her eyes to see,
Then changing the soil all together to make it once again healthy
For in a season or two, what all this work would do
Would allow this trees fruit to look and be brand new.

By: sabina Nicole
Contest: secondhand emotion
Written: 1-14-12

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Time to get over

I remember the time we were together.
When you said we'll be forever.
But now you left me alone.
All alone, on my own.
I remember the December.
When we were together.
Laughter all around us.
And between us there was no fuss.
But as you have gone away.
And I stayed.
With the memories and pain.
That you had let for me to gain.
But now it's time to get over.
And it's time to forget you forever.

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New Beginning

Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…

A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother’s plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.

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Can't Win For Losing

Can't Win For Losing 

I play it straight,I play it to the fullest,I play it until I fixed all the problems and yet i lose in the end.I didn't lose love I lost myself in a world that can't keep to it self.Isn't life it self a game meant to played until you die? So why have I run out of plans why am I winning but losing at the same time? Maybe there a rule I haven't thought of,for there is time I can't understand my winning when I'm losing.It may be my pride it may be this lack of heading down and showing my problem like an open book.Tell me oh planner of the time and of the end and of the now what must this soul do to make a shining star in your world?I am no honest with my self my wins are straight my pride is a thing to be proud of and yet why am I losing my self to this endless cycle of renewal and bent stress? There is yet a sharp pain that strides through out my body and yet I take this pain as the karma of my own selfishness,is it right or is it wrong? is it some thing I can fix with just a snap of my fingers or with hard work and love of a winning loser? I play it straight,I play it to the fullest I play until I fixed all the problems but in the in I win by losing but what I am losing is my self.

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The Empty Nest

As we keep getting older
And of coarse our children do to
We cannot stop the ageing process
So what are we to do
We put them through school
Watched their games and plays
Taught them good morals, independence
And now it's time for them
To leave and fly away
We will always have the pride of knowing
We raised them well and did our very best
So here we are together
In our cozy empty nest
And now is the time for all of us
To take that long awaited and well deserved little rest

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I can feel your eyes upon me; you are not welcome.
I hurry to complete my tasks; you reckless phantom.

Divine power raises its brow; I am never forgotten.
Intervention is necessary by the one who's begotten.

Freedom of expression is and will be prevalent.
Consideration and understanding is never absent.

Speak to me, O Lord, so that I may succumb oppression.
Heal me from the pain which creates this depression.

Lift me higher into your world, so I find peace and harmony.
Take away their strength by weakening their defensive armory.

This I pray as I sing in your glory; never denouncing You.
This I pray for our country we decorated in red white and blue.

This I will shout from every mountain, and every roof-top proclaim!
As I walk in your bounty; feared with the power of your Holy Name!

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When May cometh full in bloom
And robins and tits build afresh their room
Many a maid and her swain
Be  found in the meadow lain
Methinks the churl  that he be  - knoweth sin
With his manhood waxing anon to the full in 
Her vale of all delight
Nay, she putteth not up a fight
But verily teaseth with hips
Of a rocking motion like ships
And bosoms of snowy mead
Yea, twixt  them a man would need
Nought but time to enjoy the feast
Time even till the sun riseth in the east
Oh, such ecstasy and sinful joy
Between yon maid and ploughboy
Must needs be stopped by laws
And by the pulpit priest’s roars
This  scandal in our midst may seem
To  blacken every villein’s dream
The energy of their loins
Were better aimed at minting coins
Or milking goats or shearing sheep
Each day before they sleep
Woollen coats or cheese to cheer
Or firkins full of barley beer
Were better use of Maytime   sun
Than meadow frolics as time doth run.

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My apologies for the cheap double entendre  in the title
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Entered in Lisa Cooper ~Dark Poetess's Contest  I want some old English scandal!

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Fire Ball Red

The sun rose red like fireballs being played
Soon as it rose clouds enveloped to stay
Sand rippled the clouds became bleak and gray
Streaks of cobalt, gray and snow white today
But the doves did coo saying I love you
Roosters, crows, chirp rip chirp rip too
At one time magenta undercoated the clouds
Giving hope where non was allowed
The rippled effect like a clam's fine shell
Touched my heart with feelings so it swelled
Such a day to be blessed with life
Why would anyone want to destroy with a knife?
All at once stillness decended, peace, love
As one vulture the sky ascended
Tranquility upon porch surrounded
I could feel its presence my heart astounded
One lone vulture returned in flight
Looking for food or just for fun_delight
The dove coos once again nesting instinct
Has settled upon him
Peace, love, joy am filled
Thank you God for my time being still___

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My Morning

I wake in darkness lazily and loll around in bed,
Just sifting through the rhymes that prance around inside my head.

The dawn cracks open like an egg’s prize plop into a bowl;
I scramble up to start my day and now I’m on a roll.

What joy to delve into whatever book I might be reading.
I’m coddled in the covers, all the comfort I am needing.

Two chapters down, my sunny side is ready for the day.
I head to my computer, see which comments came my way.

When that is over, easy – time for juice and getting dressed;
Three minutes later – out the door – an early walk is best.

My breakfast waits when I return and, too, The New York Times;
Hard-boiled reporters nail the news of politics and crimes.

With coffee down, I shower and spiff up, for all is well;
The morning is behind me, like the remnants of a shell.

Ilene Bauer
August 8, 2012
For Francine Roberts' "A Couplet Morning" contest

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Ode to my Father

Your a angry young man said a father to son
Came out from his lips
As he was forever giving tips
Still these words are what I remember about that frozen December
The wind was so bitter it cut me in half
But not half as much as my Father's remark
With Christmas upon us the season for giving
I sat in that cold and wondered why i was living
Why get out of bed , Why open my front door
If all i was living for was to settle a score
Valley's of excuses are an affront to the World
When your wrapped up so tightly in your own selfish World
I took you for granted like the sun in the sky
I always expected that glint in your eye
Now time has deceived us , Youv'e since been moved on 
and all i can think of is our time and this place
But I promise you this , 
Ill show you a face that will light up all Space
When i next see your face
Like a juicy raw onion on an old chopping plate
I didn't take the time to appreciate
That man so great
Thinking of you bring's a tear to my eye
Why "O" Why did you have to Die !

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The Warning

Oh little Israel look around 
Egypt has taken over your towns
Oh little Israel don’t you see
All that is left is rubble and debris
Tornados have swept through fields of old
As your people continued to worship gods of silver and gold
Hurricanes destroyed their precious land
As their cries looked up and then shouted quick demands
Oh little Israel they have forgotten the one
Who made the stars moon and sun
Oh little Israel look who they have allowed to rule
Puppets on strings are there new favorite tool
When foundations are cracked it affects the entire city
If repentance does not come soon it will be such a pity
For a rebellious generation is already on the rise
Quick fixes and false ambitions, each ready to compromise
Oh little Israel you have a voice
Tell all of Egypt they still have a choice
When they Surrender and begin to remove 
All in which I don’t approve
Healing waters will run once again
Egypt must make God their savior not just their friend.

By: Sabina Nicole
written: 5/9/12

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Death of Dreams of Death

Death of Dreams of Death

One by one all things must go
to the past, forgotten as we grow.

Dreams of grandeur fall by the way
put aside for another day.

Time to be and time to dream
a time to plan, a time to scheme.

Tomorrow is another day
we put aside in lieu of play.

Too far gone to realize
how distant now the dreamed of prize.

The hunger subsides as our eyes dim
the fever cools and dies within.

The death of dreams, as with all
becomes the dream, the final call.

With no regrets, we are all called home
as we write the final line in our tome.


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We are the young
and we must protect 
the songs that where sung
and the hearts we suggest...

The way we sing in the shower 
or give away the prettiest flower
the life we live and all that s*** 
the father time and the fires lit
our first time we give love
to the lust we created above
that's the way things should go
we don't have much time to left
so we have to do what is the best
we should start over again 
a better place without the gen.
the blasphemy has to stop
so why don't we just pop?
another cap in social just
but that won't ever must
nor will it help us pound
so we should tare up this ground
and we have to start over
and create the supernova...

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Bitter or Better

There comes a time when roads must part,
A decision needs to be made what will you feed your heart,
Every day the temptation to ultimately chain,
All your past hurt, disappointment and familiar pain,
Screams its plea in many directions,
Only Gods love can break through to your personal resurrection,
For the path towards bitterness leads to the grave,
And the journey towards forgiveness is what will eventually save,
The highway draped with bitter thorns,
Will always leave your soul feeling forlorn,
The street dressed in mercy and infinite compassion,
Will bring you to the fields of eternal satisfaction,
Choose better before bitter,
For the bitter,
Become the quitters.

BY: Sabina Nicole

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I T could mean

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

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

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

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Walk Away

What did I do, what did I say
To make you turn and walk away 
You carried my heart in your hand
I couldn’t make you understand
That I have been true, so true
From the moment that I met you
You can’t even begin to accuse
Do you know what you stand to lose
My heart does not lie, it does not cheat
My “I love you” is real and so complete
Bring back my heart if you decide
That I can not ever be your bride
Please don’t just toss it on the ground 
No truer love could ever be found
You turned around and walked away
Not even giving me a chance to say
A word in return to your accusation
Nor time to come to the realization
Someone has told you that they saw me
In the arms of another, so you set me free
Do you know who it was that they saw
Did you think to hear my side at all
They could not have known much about me 
It was my brother and none other don’t you see
He was only congratulating me on my success
So you see there was nothing for me to confess
A dear price was paid for you not to trust
Walk away and never return if you must
But, darling, when you have had time to think
When sleep won’t come, not even a wink
You’ll know the love that you’ve just thrown away
You’ll beg to return to me come light of day

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Our Own Song

Words that are formed with love and desire...
Distant whistles from a raged but tamed fire...

Kissing warm circles lightly around your heart...
Tip toeing over broken pieces from the start...

Knowing when to step away and into the shadows...
All the while accepting what stays here and what goes...

My time was short but my stay was long...
Over little time we danced and played in our own song....

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On Calvary Hill

I awoke in the morning to a different world From the world I'd left, they'd find it absurd To alls past acclaim, on Calvary Hill It was not he who bled, but a woman's spill She, the daughter, of a long loved king To him now lost, what does his tomorrow bring Naked to bare, cast amongst others Was it so bad that she now smothers Crowned of thorns, sorrow postured be Never should ones icons, be as we see In any world that this event was undertaken No matter the cause, believed, now forsaken Yet nothing was indifferent it was the same old nails That held her to post, yet the same people wailed Days turned to decades, centuries now having past Then I awoke the next day, not even aghast .

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Happy Birthday Dad

Your the greatest dad of them all 
You spend time with me playing softball

You have casino night with mom
Your love and time is the bomb

You work every day 
To show me the way

Your the best example a daugther can have
I love you always dad

You always buy me skittles
You say,"just give me a little"

We always eat starburst 
Even though they make our tumies hurt

You to go to powwows
Sometimes you go and say how

You love to watch OU play 
Sometimes I dont stay 

Happy birthday daddie-o
Lets go eat some oreos

Love your daughter Maryann
Who says we always can

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New Hampshire Has Spoken

New Hampshire Has Spoken
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Love of Quiet Awakens Me

In the middle of the night, my eyes open wide!
Warm and cozy, my husband sleeps by my side.
Not a person is rushing; I hear myself sigh.
Some say it is a sleep disorder, but not I…

Up on my feet as my eyes start to blink,
I run to the potty then, grab a quick drink.
Relieved and refreshed, I do not go back to bed.
Out to the sun-room I rush instead.

There in the quiet I sit undisturbed.
Not one complaint; no one acting absurd.
My thoughts become clear, not one idea muddled.
No television roaring or football team huddled.

I sit all alone at my computer in silence
Pondering poetry and thinking of science –
It happens that way, a noiseless delight.
Crickets are singing in the middle of the night.

When all of a sudden what should I hear?
The alarm going off; time to get up, my dear!
The children all snuggled before time for school.
I turn off the clock and start the day's whirlpool.

© October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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I don't know why we do what we do.
You banned me so I banned you.

I don't know what made you so mad.
I may never know, and that is so sad.

I don't know how I am still here.
It wasn't my time and time must be dear.

I'm not sure if I'm glad or let down.
That sounds bad and may cause a frown.

I do know I have opened the door.
You are not banned from me anymore.

I will be here if you change your mind.
I have found friends are so hard to find.

I don't know why we do what we do.
I guess I'll know one day - when my day is due.

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Fun of the Months

January is a cold time, and snow falls. 
The air is thin, and the snowman stalls. 
New Years' Day is fun, 
Traditions for everyone. 

February, the time of love. 
You're pretty, be mine, m' lady?
Valentines' is very sweet. 
The time where new meet. 

March, the air begins to warm, 
Maybe we'll have a little storm?
St. Patrick's Day, the time of green.
Unlucky, you hit the door screen. 

April, the showers, 
Will bring beautiful flowers.
Easter, the time of rebirth and nice smell, 
Find the eggs, and treat others well. 

May, the coming of flowers,
After April's sad showers. 
The air is nice and growing hot,
This is a good time, I love it a lot. 

June, a new summer, begin,
Many birds fly, songs to sing. 
The water is full, 
Staying inside is just dull! 

July, full of noise and festival, 
Fireworks shooting colors for all. 
Booming loudly in the sky, 
Whistling loudly as they fly. 

August, the air is cooling down, 
The summer is gone, "Hey, don't frown!" 
Leaves begin to change, 
The air is full of scent, so strange. 

September, something new will come, 
Schooling, how boring, how dumb. 
"When will this end?!" 
New information it will send. 

October, it's the time to scare, 
Lots of costumes, earning my stare. 
All the sweets and thoughts of fear flow, 
Jumping out at you, MEOW! 

November, the leaves falling around, 
Golden, red and yellow things to the ground. 
Thanksgiving, the time deserves it's name,
People are kind, treating each other the same. 

December, it's much too cold, 
New items here are sold. 
Christmas, such a fun, jolly time, 
Singing a happy, funny rhyme. 

The months are continuing on, 
Each with the rising dawn!

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1 year

As I sit in silence I begin to realize what you mean to me.
I'm hoping through all the bull*****our familys will come to see.
Your my everything.
No longer just a fling.
Babe this sh*t is real.
Sign my name on you like we're a deal.
Its been a year,
yes 12 months.
No longer needing to hunt,
I've found the one.
We can be serious or just have fun.
Through all the the mistakes,
my heart no longer aches.
One more year and its a wrap
No more having to deal with this petty bull crap.
This sweatshirt around me,
Is the closest we can be.
I hate the miles between us.
You have no idea how much i think about just hoping on a bus.
I just want to be with you,
So sick of feeling alone and blue.

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I Am So Thankful

I Am So Thankful By Rick Rucker I am so Thankful for this Life, Though there has been some Pain and Strife, It has been the greatest Gift, The memories do always lift, Me, when I feel a little Down, Cheer me up, like a clown. But the most Blessed thing I see, Our time Together, You, and Me! If that were all I had, I would be ever happy, never Sad! In our brief Time together, You have helped me to weather, Some pretty turbulent Seas, And you do it with relative Ease! All it takes is your Magic Touch, Our private time I love so much. I feel so blessed for the Love I have found, Which will warm me, all year ‘round, To You, I would like to say, I don’t need to wait for Thanksgiving Day!

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Venture off on this Path contest

This journey started many years ago,
A Woodland path, I walked it slow,
From the beginning I had a plan,
To venture off into this land,
The road looked endless from where I stood,
I knew it was time to do the best I could,
My eyes were fixed on what was all around,
What I experienced was quite profound,
The treetops high they could barely be seen,
The air was fresh, crisp and clean,
The sky was vast, with melting shades of greens and blues,
Each step I took, I experienced something new,
The first time I stopped was because I heard a call,
A hurt exstrodanary bird named Afabulouscoo had a hard fall,
Her colors reflected the morning sky, 
Pink, yellow and blues, with a song that sounded like a cry,
She let me pick her up off the ground; I tried not to make a single sound,
I gently put her in the trunk of a tree, till she healed and could fly free,
Then I continued on my way,
It was still the early part of the day,
Purple Chipmunks scurried across my trail,
Shaking their bushy little tails,
Miles down there was an abandoned home,
Windows shattered, so I decided to roam,
Looked in the first room and found a pink crown,
Took a quick glance, to make sure no one was around,
I placed it on my head for a moment of glory,
This was just the begining of my strange little story,
Then I walked out and continued on my way,
When suddenly I heard two monkeys play,
Swinging from the branches above me,
They tried to take the crown from on top of the trees,
They were not very nice, evil I would say,
Screaming "come back here, we just want to play"
I ran real fast, and suddenly tripped and fell,
Looked up and realized I was next to a well,
There was a red bucket, It had a note inside,
"Get in and take a wild ride"
I climbed in and could barly fit,
I realized I was falling into a dark pit,
I Jumped out real quick, before I could not reach,
Then, saw a tree that had a giant peach,
I was feeling hungry so I took a bite,
Instantly the day turned into night,
The weather changed it started to rain,
The woods screamed out as if in agonizing pain,
“what did you do”” What did you do”
“Wake up now, or are forest is through!”
I rubbed my eyes really hard, 
 realized I had fallen asleep in my backyard,
My mother was standing over me,
Saying,“I just went to the store, here is a peach, eat it, it’s healthy”

Go ask Sabina (Alice) contest

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In Desperate Attempt

Chase your dreams,
If only, if only...

As the last words I speak
Pierce the hearts of the loved.

If he's anything like you,
Do I really want to go there?

It's a question of acceptance.
Fighting to wrap myself around it.

Just breathe, just breathe,
I stumble around feeling,

Glazed over in reality,
Nothing; not you and I exist.

Desperately looking at a legacy,
17 years in the making;

If only, if only,
I could chase my dreams.

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Every second of everyday,
Counts in every way.

The sun is bright,
and now it's night.

look how fast time flies.
blinding us with it's cries.

what should we do, where should we go?
rushing out, to and fro?

wasting away, it runs in happiness,
mocking us and our foolishness.

"tick tock, tick tock...'
screams the clock.

From time to time,
runs your little rhyme...

Do we forget
to treasure every memory we get? 

Do we lose hope,
undoing our past, holding us as a rope?

Do we recall
every moment, big or small?

Look behind the curtain,
discovering yourself, in hopes of certain.

Look at your dream,
are you making it real?

Every second of everyday,
counts in every way.

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Girls Night Out

It's the girls night out
 at the local country bar.
This time we'll have to try
 not to go too far.

We'll have no more 
than seven shooters each,
And no more standing on the table 
giving a slightly slurred speech.

On with our cowboy boots 
and skirts a bit too short
To entice a dance partner,
 a cowboy is a good sport.

We'll try and talk the band 
into playing our favourite tune
And sing along like coyotes 
howling at the moon.

We'll dance a few, and sing a few, 
then maybe a few more.
We won't start a fight like Friday night 
and get escorted to the door.

It's all in fun, we're just kids at heart, 
going out to play.
It's time to unwind and let down our hair,
 after all we've worked all day.

There's karaoke and two-stepping 
and flirting with the guys
And telling stories, some of them true,
 most of them little white lies.

We don't do this nearly enough,
 at least that's what we think.
So here's to us, the local cowgirls, 
now would someone buy us a drink.

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Pauper bow to King, King bow to Pauper

There are times, when I the pauper, pretend that I am King.

Power uncontested have I, the master of everything.

Beloved by all my subjects who adore me from afar.

Festivals honoring this miracle me, my name etched in the stars.

Tailored cloths adorned with jewels to cover my royal hide.

A simple tear or pin prick drip and I toss them all outside.

The finest foods from around the world brought in each time I dine.

Fill the goblets of glowing gold with most luxurious wine.

My leisure is of royal command my joy by royal decree

Just think of it, a whole Kingdom thinking me High and Mighty.

A knock disturbs my nap one day in late afternoon.

Another ball in my honor at the next full moon.

Posing for another sculpture, another portrait commissioned.

This bard’s song of my good deeds, and that one’s new rendition.

My every day so busy now, my Kingdom must prepare,

Strong against our enemies, may they all beware.

I toil over strategies and rulings of my court.

Solving problems of those little people with whom I do not consort.

Into bed I fall asleep exhausted every night.

My advisers unrelentingly needing my ear at first light.

More battles to be won today new subjects fall in line.

Soon the entire world it seems might very well be mine.

The people they need food and drink, I must divide the lands.

The royal lists of would be Lords, all under my command.

Arguments continue on it seems they never end.

So many to bow before me and yet I’m without one friend.

Every decision a higher cost, nothing’s simple on this throne.

It has been near fifteen years since I had some time alone.

Slumping on my golden throne, lost in royal thought.

Sometimes when I am King I pretend that I am not.

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Picnic in the fall contest

During the fall overwhelmed with crisp air,
Is a time where I like to share,
A treat with my sweetest love,
While we gaze far above,
Underneath the late noon sky,
After the bugs don’t want to fly,
I can enjoy the time we share,
As the cool breeze blows my hair,
Laying down on Satin sheets,
In the grass our eyes do meet,
Eating fruit from the vine,
A glass of Merlo adds to our dine,
Purple, pink, reds and blues,
A canvas painted just for two,
Sounds of leaves whispering as they meet,
Glorious birds harmonizing beats,
Marching ants finishing up their day,
Alongside where we lay,
souls are restored by the silent lake,
Nature gives, it does not take,
Quiet reflection of our day,
A picnic in the fall is the best way!


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Start to slam 1

I'd like to welcome to the stage, a man of wide girth, I'd like to add, he wasn't like this at birth. Oh how time has treated him well,all that goodness can be seen, when he stretches to the sky, and out flops his jelly belly. I guess working at Mac Donald's, isn't the best place to be, a burger for you, and three burgers for me. Never mind little brother, it's bout what's in the inside, doesn't matter that you eat enough, to feed a small empire. I know it's only comfort food, because you feel really sad, but it's OK brother, you don't have to feel bad. Just because I got all the good looks, and left overs where yours, it's hard work being so dang good looking, constantly adored. Welcome to the soup my brother, we've only just begun, and to those that choose to follow us, now it's time to have some fun. M.Mahauariki © 2012

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Failure of Duty

I am trying to remember the last time we were happy,
Every time I think I have it nailed down I come up empty.

Each moment I think I can get past it with some word or fight,
You show the reasons I fell in love, with kindness and insight.

The torture of finding a path through this labyrinth of pain,
Is knowing that all was preventable without even a stain.

Truth is the foundation of a well built home,
I couldn’t straighten it out with an iron and fine toothed comb.

I don’t know how long I will last,
As the one who let you down in the past.

My mind wishes only happiness for you and your life,
But my heart still sees you as my darling wife.

My words are slowing and my mind is growing weary,
For the past few months my eyes have never been more teary.

These words are not for you to hear or be reading,
But for me as I try and stop my soul from bleeding.

As you move on in strength and beauty,
My heart and mind crumble from my failed duty.

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A chick and a crone

Any chick is prone 
to become a crone.

Volodymyr Knyr

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A Long Long Time Ago

A long long time ago, actually it was much further back than that
No one really knows the date as it's become just a human stat

Somewhere out there, the universe was set alive
And it's taken millions of years to realise it's not our prize

It's so hard to get your head around, the events on that day
Where science as we know it, raised it's head to say

From the particle dust, as it swirls in past eons of time
Planets that we have come to know, or we'll discover as our space age climbs

They said we would never find water, on the Moon or the planet Mars
Deep inside our sleeping satellite, behind those lunar scars

Only a few years back, we impeded on it's crater scarred scape
And followed up with a probe, and the readings we can now relate

To leave our planet earth, rocket propulsion desires water
It's part of mans science mix, to the universe and her daughters

What we have discovered is not much, it could be enough for our very next step
If we actually agree to behave ourselves, the very next step is not so inept

A long long time ago, actually it was much further back than that
All that us humans dream, will become our histories stats

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Curled Up

Her skin white, drained
Her expression dark, pained
Eyes staring out, completely blank
Hair lifeless, dank
Her fingers curled, still
In her mouth, a cyanide pill

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What is this  life if full of care
We have no sight or teeth or hair,
And when we stand beneath the boughs 
Our waistline resembles that of cows.
No time to see when kids we pass
How  these young kids  smoke their grass.
No time to see in broad daylight
Hotrod  cars;  or disco clubs  at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance
And watch her feet how they dance:
But lots of  time to hear her  add
With pity, “Not for you,  grandad.”
A poor life this if full of care
We crave youth  from our rocking chair.



With apologies to W  H  Davies  who wrote the original poem  LEISURE

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And So Goes My Morning

The morning calling me, I rise from bed,
Last vestiges of dreams from mind have fled.

The beauty of the dawning, still brings awe
As if it were the first time that I saw

The Eastern sky ablaze with flaming fire,
The sight of which my eyes will never tire.

The coffee’s brewed, indulging in its taste,
I vow this lovely day I will not waste.

As usual, the first thing that I do,
Is open my email, to see what’s new.

I didn’t mean to stay long, it’s a shock
To see the time elapsed from off the clock.

And that’s the way it goes most every day,
I stop in for quick peek and then I stay.

Poetry Soup is bubbling and red hot.
I find a contest I must give a shot.

The first time as adult, I’ve time for play.
It’s such a lot of fun to start my day.

Written August 5, 2012 by Joyce Johnson

For Francine’s contest “ A Couplet Morning"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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There is no place like home


Born an Okie where the sun shines long and the stars shine so bright.
A land where cattle roam free and hearing the call of the white owl at night.

Summer time is very hot but the winters are full of ice and cold.
Spring time the air is sweet and in the fall,falling leaves of gold. 

Seeing everyday a field of wild daisies and a family of deer.
The things I see are a wonder and so are the things I hear.

A lake of fish to catch and eat til your hearts content.
Prairies so wide there is always a place for you to vent.

Growing gardens,harvesting hay canning are things to do everyday.
We go to church praise our Lord and bough our heads to pray.

Living here in Prue,Oklahoma is the best place for me.
The people are so friendly there's no place I'ld rather be. 
               Teresa Skyles

Entered in Micheal Falitico's"A change of view"contest

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When I Was Married I was Not Allowed to Be Online 15 Hours A Day

When one has a new beginning or new start without the kids or wife,
He will begin to see a spiraling down fall of what became of his life.

She cracked that whip on how much time was allowed  on the net,
He looks around the house and sees the mess he allowed for it to get.

The kids and wife kept him busy and kept him physically healthy and fit,
After he left her then his life became somewhat of a mess and a bit of a pit.

A weight gain then happened from spending to much time alone you see,
To pursue things he enjoyed that were not allowed before to happen or be.

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Hope For A New Generation

The death of a saint, a martyr to some
The death of a hero, a husband to one

A soldier turned humanitarian, he cared for all
He attempted to hurdle that natural barrier, to climb that human wall

To give up his dreams and aspirations
To relinquish his will of self-preservation

To benefit all of human kind
To alter how we interact, to change our time

Such a task he set upon with stalwart dedication
He preached caring and forgiveness, not revenge or vindication

He loved all regardless of their color, religion, or creed
He served everyone, just as he had served his country

With a fire and passion not seen in lesser men
He truly understood what it meant to be human

Yet not everyone shared his vision of peace
More blood was spilled and the fighting did not cease

He carried on despite the pain of knowing so much
He often relied upon the love of his family for a crutch

But there is a point at which every man breaks
His feeling of failure overwhelmed his need to be great

However even in his darkest hour, his hope did not falter
His compassion was renewed with the help of a different altar

A belief built upon the hope that people can change 
He had experienced so much, developed such a broad emotional range

It seemed that he was ready to change us all
What a tragic thing it is when greatness does fall

Alone in the darkness of his room the killer did sit
The hero was shot and killed by a man who was painfully desperate

Seeking a greatness of his own
He wasn’t satisfied with the world he was shown

And so died the dream of the hero, this saint
The martyr departed and his fire burned faint

Yet hope never dies
It is in everything from the way we believe to a newborns cries

We would do well to remember that ordinary people have had extraordinary dreams
Amongst all this bloodshed there is more to life than it seems

We are all here together, for what purpose we do not know
However if we recognize those around us, we can always help each other grow

To always be working towards that next step, to be supporting that re-birth
For love is all around us and it is the most important thing on Earth

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The winds of autumn blow 
Creating change

The crux of the matter
Do I bend or do I break?

Willow knows the truth
She may weep besides waters deep

But she drinks in courage to face the future
And bends when winds do blow

And in her serenity - she survives
'She accepts the things she cannot change'

© Brenda V Northeast 24th Jan. 2011

For Nette Onclaud’s- Serenity response

The Serenity prayer  by Reinhold Niebuhr

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can; 
and wisdom to know the difference Amen 

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Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow,
Will your time with me bring joy, or endless sorrows?
There is no way to know what you will bring,
Whether it start with pain, and anger, or birds that sing.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow,
Why does every day that passes by replace you with a new sorrow?
What hopes I have for you each day,
They all get dashed and thrown away.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow,
Is my life really cursed with an endless sorrow?
As time goes on my hope disappears,
The happiness, and joy replaced with pain, and tears.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow,
Will you please stop this endless sorrow?
Now I pray with open hands,
For that day when this all ends.

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The Storms Of Life

Experience the storms of life We learn to live with very big strifes We feel the chilled wind And at times feel blind By running head on, and working hard We can tame the storm, walk another yard Through it all we will come to know The happiness with a rainbow

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In My Perfect World...

I wake up happy everyday,
Always have something nice to say;

Live on a ranch with horses galore,
And always have room for just one more;

I can go riding whenever I want,
The theme of my life is “Nonchalant”;

I never have to worry about being late,
Life is about me, everything else can wait;

My house is always clean, maybe magically so,
It leaves more time for snuggling with my beau;

And I don’t hate going to my work,
Cause my wonderful boss is never a jerk;

I go home happy at the end of the day,
Always have time to laugh and play;

I love just being my husband’s wife,
Man this sure would be the life!

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Season Circle

When leaves have fallen to the ground,
The time for winter is around.

It's time for birds to fly away
To warmer lands where they will stay,

'Til gone is winter's icy blast,
And spring is here again at last.

In springtime all the flowers bloom,
And people spring-clean with a broom.

Fawns are born and bears awake,
And rain again fills up the lake.

The smell of the air is fresh and sweet,
And the baby birds give a small "tweet, tweet."

When summer's come and spring is gone,
The skies are clear at morning's dawn.

The days are hot, the lake is cold,
Yet swimming each day never does grow old.

As fireflies light up the night,
The starry sky is quite a sight.

The leaves are now red, orange and brown,
As to the ground they soon fall down.

This is a sign that fall is here,
But yet the weather is not drear.

A chill tell bears it's time to sleep,
As farmers finish their harvest reap.

The Season Circle is now complete,
As winter once again we greet.

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Use Time to Achieve Aim

One must enjoy the present moment
That alone is shrewd time-management

When the present is well-utilized
By the fine results all are surprised

When every second is usefully spent
No occasion will come to repent

When precious time is by us wasted
Surely success cannot be tasted

When we are punctual in our affairs
For us, success, time kindly spares

When we spend time without care
We cannot blame time as unfair

Laziness is time's first enemy
As former makes life gloomy

Time and tide wait for no man
So implement soon the plan

In case you wait for somebody
Remember that he must be ready

If time is not properly employed
Life cannot be definitely enjoyed.



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Barefoot Child

I remember summer fun as a child
Going barefoot, running wild
Catching fireflies in a jar
Making a wish on a shooting star

Skinny dipping in the creek
Playing kick the can and hide-n-seek
Riding a stick pony, with an old straw hat
Major league ball with a broom stick bat

Making pinkie promises with my friend
Hoping summer would never end
But all too soon the summer was gone
And before I knew it, the years had flown

Sometimes I wish I could have one day
When all the years just melt away
So I could go back then
And be that barefoot child of ten

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Every Time

Every time I see you smile
it makes living my life worth while
Every time you look my way
your gaze makes my day
Every time I hear your voice
I feel I am making the right choice

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Pact contest

How many have made a pact when they were young,
Simplicity, impulsively, the joy of thoughtless fun,
How many have agreed to take care of or never let go,
Of a friend, a lover, a memory painted in the powdered snow,
How many have made a promise to never forget,
A moment, a second, and now live in regret,
How many have made a contract and sealed it with blood,
Ignorantly believing it would not produce a rampant flood,
How many, how manys, don’t take seriously what they so freely say,
Spit words of venomous poison into thin air and expect them to fade away.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: Pact
Written: 5/9/12

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Ok  it looks like he’s forgotten  me again.  Always
I can tell, by the way  he doesn’t speak to me for  days
Yes  he’ll be wanting  me very much
But when he comes for me, there’ll be no kissing and such.
Looks like he does this every time there’s a party  
His birthday is when it happens usually
The last time this happened was about a year ago
I've  vanished. . . .Oh yes he’ll  miss me  I know
We always go everywhere together, even bed,
But sometimes he’s careless, unfeeling, emotionally dead
And just leaves me without a second thought
The fact that I was shoved here in the back of the sock drawer ought
To have warned me , here with unusual  smells and  holes,
Definitely a place for lost or banished souls
Because I alarmed him several times at night with my beep 
And he couldn’t get back to sleep.
He keeps threatening to buy another phone but I know him 
He won’t cos  new phones are too complex and he’s pretty dim.

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Time and a clock

If not time, but a clock, 
that is what you can block.

Volodymyr Knyr

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No More Hurt

“No More Hurt”               
So now we have entered each others hearts and you are a little confused
Because of your dreaded past where you were wrongly abused

It will take courage and love to see this thing through
And I will not want to live if I have to live without you

The Lord merged our souls and we should not question why
When others try to part us it makes me want to cry

My faith is with the Lord and not what people say
And I am sorry that I love you so and want to see you everyday
 I want you to be happy and kills me to see you in despair
But now it is time to trust me and any other would be unfair

I know where I stand with you as your man until the end
I want to be your life partner, soul mate and loving friend

You’re a very special women with compassion and faith your goal
I am the same type of man and with you I wish to grow old

I will give you the time you need to feel safe and know I am real
I know you have heard the words before but this is what I truly feel
I will share your pain for as long as you need a loving hand
By your side In Gods world is where I want to stand

So take a deep breath of Gods clean fresh air
And when all is said and done I always forever be there

Copyright 2010


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I wonder how each moment goes
While punctual Time endlessly flows...
I know this fellow has got no wings...
Nor He is endowed with inherent springs;
Then how can He move so quick n fast...
Adding to the pile of the so-called past:
Sketches turn into portraits fine...
And then fade, at once,within no time;
Before u have a chance to regret...
They say that its already sunset...
The age of Time is like the number of stars
Count if u can...the years n hours;
Such a powerful fellow...full of spine...
Unbeatable is this God of Time.....!

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A button nose and big brown eyes
turned to Grandma in surprise.

Now a giggle or maybe a sigh,
he's a big boy now, he won't cry.

Ten wonderful years have flown away
wish my grandson could always stay.

But then it might not be as much fun,
our time wouldn't be such a special one.

This year for the first time he took the train
for a visit too short, then he was gone again.

But in my heart he's always near
just like his Dad, right in here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~  for Michael Jordan's 
                               "Inside The Heart" contest   ---------------

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Why Anger Reality

Why do I hurt so much? Shouldn’t I just be able to move on?
She had no problem finding a new dawn.

I guess she’s had more time to grieve,
And all I seem to do is show up, then pack, and leave.

I am in a whirlwind a downfall of sorrow and pain,
I can’t seem to drive the anger away and I feel insane.

I have never felt so hopeless and lost,
Not knowing which way to turn, yet I keep getting tossed.

It seems that my heart has been ripped from my soul,
And yet I know that I caused this giant hell hole.

The inevitable came way too fast,
Like a plane flaming from the sky to the grass.

I can’t blame her for wanting to find happiness in a fresh face,
I just wish that she could see us at a new starting place.

Forget the past it is unchangeable of the wrongs or the rights,
Everyone has their time of glory and their fights.

My mind and soul can’t get past the thought of him and you,
Even if it is just a time of get to know and see if you want to pursue.

This just confirms what my mind knew and heart did not want to accept,
This reality that we are through, guess it’s time to take that next step

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Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey

In the land where ancient curses lie. I could seek my Home above the sky. I could ask these questions, meant for me: Why does lonesome fear enslave the free? Why would I traverse my lonely path, When the trail incites such fearful wrath? When all this time I knew the Hand of God. Would rescue me from my hollow facade. Would I resolve to love and not to hate, If I knew it would lead to Heaven's gate? If I knew how my heart sought better days. In time I'd leave my world of empty praise. In the land where ancient curses lie. I could swear to live and not to die.

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Spring Shows -3 couplets, 30 words

nectar gathered by buzzing bees cherry blossoms like popcorn trees busy eyes suntan bikini pose love breeze flows Spring shows lovers move fast moments stall chasing breath country clocks crawl

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As I Swim In That Heavenly Sea

Stars twinkle and flicker all the time,
And I think I am too old to mind,
It costs me more as time goes on,
But stars still twinkle off and on.
When my time has been used,
And I am dust upon your shoes,
Look up to the night time sky,
And see a star and wonder why?
Please think kindly of me,
As I swim in that heavenly sea,
For all I have ever done or been,
Is not for me but a hope to be seen.
To leave a mark, a token too,
To be remembered mainly by you,
This vain hope is a sin, I know,
But as a star in your heart
I would glow.
Grow and glow, and warm and protect,
If this only could be
It would be perfect.
And so when you look at the stars above,
See me and know
All my love.

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as the days tick away

so death,
do I beat thee
every night,
softly, without
a fight?

so sleep,
do I dream thee
every day,
softly, within
my plight?

So Holy,
do I praise Thee
w' every breath,
Softly, with you
beyond m' own death?

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Spring Cleaning

Goodbye old friend it is time to go
Now that spring has melted the snow

The sunlight and rain brought freshness again
So it is time for spring cleaning to begin

It seems each year it is out with the old
Many things at a yard sale to be sold

Pots, pans, old clothes, shoes, and hats
Trinkets, tools, and a little of this and that

Someone will buy you and take you home
They will cherish you as their very own

Your time is only finished here and now
You’ll have a good life out there somehow

I don’t know what I’ll do now it’s true
I’m not sure I can live without you

Maybe with some fixing and a bit of a shine
I can make you last just a little more time

I think I will keep you just one more year
I would miss you too much, I see it so clear

This is the same thing I said last year
So we can’t tell my husband he can never hear

He’d never understand I’m not a pack rat
But let’s see him part with his cracked ball bat

So it looks like you’re safe right where you are at
But next year, well… I’ll think about that!

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Exploited Genius

Once upon a time ago
Lived a man named Vincent Van Gogh.
His style of painting vexed a few
With importunities anew:
His long broad strokes and use of light
Bright yellows, mauve were his delight
Blues and oranges caught the eye
Contrasting when placed side by side
For all the beauty he expressed
It left him poor and dispossessed.
Life seems to fault the advent man
It’s been that way since time began.
Deceased his work has now become
Treasures in Louvre museum.

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Is She the One...

As I watch her rhythmic movements, her beauty entrances me,
Never have I seen such magnificence, she’s as perfect as she can be;

When I saw her for the first time, she stopped me in my tracks,
And in her exquisitely flawless nature, I can see nothing that she lacks;

I have looked her up and down, she is irresistible in my eyes,
For all the other hopefuls out there, it’s time to say your goodbyes; 

Her faultlessly cadenced beat, sends shivers up my spine,
And I can hardly wait for the day, when I can call her mine; 

Is she the one for me, I know she is without a doubt,
And spending my time with her is what my life is all about; 
She is charming and bewitching in every single way,
Her skin tone is amazing, the perfect dappled gray;

That’s right my perfect love is an Andalusian Mare,
And her everlasting beauty is beyond all compare!

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Oh, Innocents



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Written for my upcoming class reunion..

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No Past or Future With Time

There is no past or future with time.
Only a present when we hear each bell chime.

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In reality time does not exist 
We live in the past and future and the now we always resist

But if you see clearly there is only now
Be present in your moment and let God show you how

When you move and live and have your being
And through Gods eyes you are finally seeing

The world wakes up and dances for you
Stay in that joyous moment with everything you do

We can’t change the moment but we can change our reaction
When we control our minds we find great satisfaction

It’s more than the earth spinning from light to light
In what we call days find every moment in delight

Feel Gods life force wash all through your soul
With gratitude and love give you warmth from the cold

For our spirit lives on when our flesh serves us no more
And the earth claims our limbs and our spirit will finally soar

In wonderful a place where there are no mountains to climb 
And let go of the notion of this thing called Time

Copyright 2011

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Wintering Hummingbird

Wintering hummingbird

                              A hummingbird hovers
                              in stillness of winter

                              when the sun deceives
                              on a frigid day.

                              Time stands still
                              frozen and wanting,

                              but the delicate creature
                              takes what it can

                              to sustain another day
                              of a front’s descent.

                              The jeweled vision
                              is a welcomed sight

                              for me in depths of despair
                              when I seek wellness of spirit and mind,

                              and acceptance of time and place
                              while awaiting spring.

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Remembering a Garden

I taste and feel the rich soil , sifting it through my fingers 
Looking back on my childhood, a memory lingers
In the evening my father would take down the hoe
Mother behind..letting her happiness show

Together they'd work  and talk of the day
Secret smiles,  laughter.., their time to play

The garden was sustenance in a time of great need
They counted on return from every small seed

But the simple pleasure they got from the task
Is the treasure I seek, no more could I ask

My Assigned Theme...My Garden

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Written for my son Chris as he begins a new chapter in his life...

He left yesterday, the adventure now before him there...
Kids today, sometimes I just don't know...I swear.

He decided that a move from home would be just the thing
So now he's on his way to China...a jet on the wing.

What he'll do there is still uncertain
But, I know that he will do a lot of flirtin'.

He's thirty years old and a child no longer,
His mother and I wish we could be stronger.

For the coop is bare as is his room
We won't be hearing from him very soon.

The adventure has begun for him you see 
I guess that this is the way it had to be.

Wanderlust in his imagination has taken hold
"Now", he said, "is the time for me to be bold".

He goes to seek his fortune and fame
Filled with the desire that beast to tame.

I'm sure he will tell us of his travels there
Shanghai, Wusii, and other places rare.

We now stare at each other and smile
Knowing that our son will be okay in awhile.

For he is grown and a man to be sure
Raised with good principles, integrity, and honor.

Yet, I as a father cannot explain
How I truly feel, the lingering pain.

Only a parent has to deal with this vice
With every child, you just roll the dice.

He will be in our thoughts and prayers
Though on the other side of the world I doubt that he cares.

He doesn't know the language, customs, or tradition
Yet off he's live in that condition.

Like the traveler of old that we read about in books
He will be searching for every new nuance in the crannies and nooks.

And when he returns from his sojourn there
Little will be the time he can spare.

For I know that he will turn around to return
More time to spend to sate the yearn.

And what do I call him now? ... if you ask me,
I think I'll refer to him as - "Marco Pulaski".

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There was a king of yesterdays
Shadowed by his sorrow
Went round the world for nights and days,
Looking for tomorrow

There was a king of days gone by
Fearful of his sorrow
In empty promise of goodbye
Looking for tomorrow

There was a king of stolen time
Froze the blink of sorrow
In love he found the perfect rhyme
Forever is tomorrow

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What a Way to Start a Day

I realize now that I am having a dream. Nothing appears as normal, it would seem. I do not know if it is early or late. I feel a strong urge to urinate. I am looking for a toilet or urinal in my head. As of this day, I have never wet my bed. I think I am voiding, but I get no relief. I feel inward pressure on my bladder. Good grief! I now have to get out of bed and go. I lift the toilet seat and let my urine flow. It is that time to start another day. I wake up so many times this way. I think I know what is the matter. It must be my prostate gland pressing on my bladder. Robert Pettit For Francine’s “A Couplet Morning” contest August 11, 2012

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Gates will Open

“As long as the beast lives the battle wages”
Keeping us locked in our own personal cages
Feeding it with our impure desires
Grants him the power to form his empire
Bars made of iron, locks made of steal
This enemy makes us believe this is real
But when you have love that is beyond what you’re feeling
The truth is what brings bread, our emotional healing
Each word confessed unlocks our cells
Sending all bondage back to hell
Every time you surrender to the great divine
Your youth is restored and you’ll see wonders and signs
So take out your sword and slay each root
For in due time you will produce the sweetest fruit
Never give up, even if you fall
For no prison cell can stop Gods original call
When the gates open and you fly away free
Remember who granted these wings unto thee,
Remember who grated these wings unto thee.

By: Sabina 

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Past, Present, Future

I lived a life of sorrow and pain
     No rest for the weak, no hope of gain

A trapped soul and broken heart
     A lack of love from the start

A spark of hope hastily smothered
     A glimpse of light quickly covered

No choice in life but to cower in fear
     Forced to sit and drown in my tears

"Don't make a sound and don't talk back
     Do what you're told. Don't give us flack!"

I sink deeper in a pit of despair
     I cry inside, "this isn't fair!"

Then water couldn't dowse, sand couldn't smother
     A certain spark of truth in another

When the truth came out and the culprit was caught
     We finally let go of the lies we were taught

I escaped a life of lies and deceit
     Now it's up to me to stand on my feet

Now I start over... let go of the past
     A new life is mine... the old, outcast

Now I smile as joy floods my soul
     I know happiness now and my life feels whole

I've let go of my past. It's over and done
     But my future is bright like the shinning sun

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A New Beginning

We weren’t looking for one another nor did we know
Once we met, how things would go
We’d both been hurt and we’d both been cheated
Companionship and affection are what we needed
We seemed to hit it off right from the start
But we have to be careful about sharing our heart
Life is too short not to at least give this a try
Let’s just enjoy each other and not ask why
I know that you’re scared; I am too
But for some reason I have no problem trusting you
I give you my word; I’ll be honest and true
Just know that I expect the same from you
No time for lies, no time for games
The things you and I want appear to be the same
We don’t know what the future holds
We just have to live day to day; It’s the best way I am told
You’ll have my shoulder to lean on when you need a friend
I’ll be there when you need me, on this you can depend
No plans for the future do we need to discuss
Right now things are going just fine for us
Happiness with each other can be found in many ways
Under moonlit skies or on sunny days
You have a way of making my heart smile
That’s something it hasn’t done for a while	
I’m sharing my heart; I’m letting you in
I’ve made the choice to trust again
I know this relationship is still new
But I really love getting to know you
I love the time we spend talking each night
It seems as though things will turn out right
If nothing else, we’ll have a friendship never ending
In this poem I hope you’ll get the message I’m sending

Copyright © 1999   Shari E Davis

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This Time Of Life

This Time Of Life By Rick Rucker I can’t believe, at this time of Life, I’ve asked a woman to be my Wife. I was so Alone, Talking to others on the phone, But there was a growing need, One which I could not fail to heed. I thought I’d never again have the chance, To savor the taste of True Romance, I met a Vision, purely by Fate, Sent to me, before it was too late, Beautiful, and sophisticated, Even more intelligent than I estimated, Her intelligence I had to question, When she accepted a date, at my suggestion! While she was talking, I couldn’t help but gawking, At the lovely creature across from me, Thinking “how lucky can I be?” We’ve now been on many dates, Talked about being each other’s mates, There are still things to resolve, But the problems have seemed to dissolve, Soon enough, we’ll do the thing, Down the aisle, exchange a ring, This is just a formality, Living together will be our normality. One day, they’ll write this over my body, in granite, “Here lies the Luckiest Man on the Planet!”

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I am bored with all the lies in the news,
The celebrity’s that live to abuse and misuse,
The war that never seems to end,
The Cosmo articles on “how to steal her boyfriend”
I am bored with reality TV,
To be honest, teenage pregnancy greaves me,
I am bored with the over use of sex,
In our world that loves and then says next,
I am bored with our lack of morality,
Listening to others false realities,
I am bored with our superficial planet,
Plastic surgery is our fruitless magnet,
I am bored with all our family feuds,
A people whose minds have become so skewed,
I am bored of people always complaining,
In a country where we all keep gaining,
I am bored with the lack of common sense,
Where good people run around extreamly tense,
I am bored with public officials putting America in a deeper mess,
Where nobody cares about the real issues that need to be addressed.

By:Sabina Nicole
Contest: Bored with....

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I Die When We Must Part

I Die When We Must Part By Rick Rucker My Dear, I die when we must part, It stills my beating Heart! Blue skies turn to Gray, The music of Life ceases to play, The birds that used to sing, Now I can’t hear a thing. Just the touch of your Hand, The memory, slips away like grains of Sand! The warmth of your enfolding Kiss, Perhaps the thing that I most miss, Lying in your Arms, Where I couldn’t suffer Harm, When I’m with You, I don’t have a Care, When alone, at your picture, I sadly stare, Sitting next to my phone, Hoping that I won’t long be alone Now it Rings! And my once dead Heart sings! You will be here in an hour, Just time to get a Flower, A long stemmed red, red Rose, To thrill You to your Toes! The color Red, you see, The blood that You bring back to me, When you jump start my Heart, Until the next time that we part!

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Alone or With Someone Else

I wonder how long it takes to get used to
Having someone else to love you
How long does it take to get used to
Having someone else to kiss and hug you
Do you really prefer to spend most of your time alone
Rather than have someone waiting for you at home
Someone else to talk to, someone else to care
Someone that appreciates just knowing you’re there
Someone who will listen to anything you want to say
Someone to do the little things for you from day to day
Life can get very lonely when you spend so much time by yourself
Life is much nicer when you spend some of your time with someone else
Isn’t it nice to know that when you need a friend
Someone else is there with a shoulder to lend
Time alone or with someone else is something to think about
Listen to your heart and the choice will become clear with little doubt

Copyright © 1999   Shari E Davis

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Take Great Care

Hold your head high my Son
For this cut will heal, what’s done is done

As time follows on you will learn
There is much hurt, but love you’ll yearn

Gifted with the feeling of pain
Cursed by the effect, love will drive you insane

When the time comes, hold her dear
With you by her side, she’ll have nothing to fear

Such a tender heart beating inside you
I just know the skies above will never remain blue

I’ll be there ‘till the day I die
Helping you every step of the way, until you can fly

I will always do what you think is best
Comfort, in the knowledge you can do the rest

Unconditional is the love for my boy
I’ll never break your heart, just like your best toy.

Be the man I know you are
Learn from my mistakes, trust me you’ll go far

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I'm fearlessly battling invincible time
with wisdom to make the heart chime.

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Hang In There No Matter What

People do anything for money and that's truthfully so. 
Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow. 
And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too 
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and pray. 
I worship and glorify His holy name every single day. 
When I don't read His Word I'm really feel bad and sad. 
So many things and situations make me in fact mad. 
And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too. 

The economy is awful and the mighty dollar gyrates downhill. 
Unemployment is at its worst and my heart is truly ill. 
Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky. 
Good times come and go and friends will betray one day too. 
So many people believe they're very smart. 
Some rise early and some make a late start. 
Many watch and hear but they don't listen with their heart. 
Sometimes I feel fine but now and then I want to cry. 
I try so hard to understand some many things or hence I try. 
And some of us wonder if we're living in the last days. 
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray. 

You want all your problems and mistakes to go away. 
You wish you have more time in your hands to play. 
Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow. 
People do anything for money and that's truthfully so. 
Good times come and go and friends will betray you one day too. 
There's too much on my plate but there isn't much to do to say. 
I worry about my future as you make about your way. 
But in my heart I love you so and always will think of you. 
I bow my head and pray hard that we can stay alive this day. 
Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky. 
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray. 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


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Living in Troubled Times

As life becomes harder and harder to make ends meet in these troubled days,
Harder to stretch what little we have, and so unsure of tomorrow like being stuck in a maze.

As we tighten up our belt hoping this is just a passing phase,
And clinging to happier thoughts and memories before these troubled days.

Every trip to the store seems to cost us more and more,
It’s like being in a game show trying to choose which door.

The governments solution was to send us a stimulus check to ease their guilty mind,
Instead of freezing prices to keep us from slipping farther and farther behind.

From a little over a dollar a gallon for gas to now more than four dollars a gallon they have lost all control,
These elected officials swore an oath but won’t up hold their role.

Like a tiny snowball that has caused an avalanche down a hill,
So has the price of gas and it’s our economy this monster is trying to kill.

Kickbacks and payoffs have taken their toll upon us,
It’s time they be held accountable it’s time we kick up a fuss.

Things can be made right if we say we’ve had enough,
Of crooked politicians and other government officials who have made our lives so rough.

Nixon once froze prices and held this wolf at bay,
So why can’t they at least now do that till they can figure out a better way?

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Even time is controlled by a clock;
surrender to its stroke, death isn't a joke!

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A Moving Christmas

Up to my eyeballs with boxes of history
this decision I made is really no mystery.

I've worn myself to a definite frazzle
but as I look around it's beginning to dazzle!

A crazy time to pick up and go
yet the time was ripe for leaving I know.

Sad to tell my dear sister good-bye;
we certainly both had ourselves a good cry.

As the miles burned by with the roar of the truck
I thought about my good fortune and luck.

I'm blessed with friendships so wondrous and rare;
they've helped me so much nothing can compare.

Now the crumpled newspapers lay in a pile;
I need a good rest but I'll work for awhile.

There's cleaning,unpacking,so much to do
but it caught my eye and a crazy thought grew.

In the midst of this chaos a tree now shines bright;
stepping over the boxes I plug in the light.

A smile glazes across my tired face
and Christmas arrives in this new-found place!

*note* I really just moved 4 days ago and I did put up my Christmas tree despite how totally exausted I am!  Happy holidays everyone!

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A Christmas Tale

As snowflakes form into crystalline  beds
Santa dresses up in his suit so red
Reindeer restless to come out of their stall
Christmas is the most wonderful night of them all
All across the world it's so beautiful to see
People taking the time to fill others hearts with glee
Somewhere high above the clouds in a special place
God and Son sit on their throne a smile upon their face
The reason they are smiling is it warms their heart to see
Love and cheer is everywhere that it could possibly be
Somewhere in a little town nestled nicely away
A worried man looks at the bills he knows he must pay
As his daughter points at the advertisement on t.v.
Excitedly asking of her dad, "Will Santa bring that for me"
Suddenly he hears more mail land in the box
With a thud that hits his heart like a thousand locks
As he shuffles through the bills that day he runs across a card
So he stops and opens it right there in the yard
The thing about this card that made the odds so slim
This man had absolutely no idea who sent it to him
It said,"We know times are tough and what your going through"
"So we placed $500 in this card and sent it off to you"
He searched the envelope and card but there was no name at all
He reckons that makes this wonderful gift the greatest gift of all
He talks it over with his wife and they give half away
To help the local shelter feed the hungry on Christmas day
As we scurry about these days in an awful fuss
I believe up in heaven the Lord is smiling down on us
Because he knows on Christmas day that most all humanity
Takes the time to stop and say, "Lord we give thanks to thee"

Totally fictional poem but the message is one that
needs be heard. In every town across our nation
hungry families will file into the many shelters
hoping to get them and their children a hot meal
and possibly a single gift. If everyone who could
afford to give a dollar would no one would be
turned away - Merry Christmas

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Time Machine

This time machine is not just for one. The time stream can hold anyone. But me and you
might make it through safe and unharmed.

Don't close the door when you're running for the place you've already belonged. I'm not
the one whom you'd shut upon the door that leads up to day one.

Don't look back down to the here and now because the streaming has already begun.
Will you take my hand and stay till the end with me just this once?

We're starting again. We're building a plan that can save us from the start. We can
prevent our love from within from pulling completely apart.

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That Time Before Winter

It's that time before Winter and all through the yard
run pathways of petals all beautifully charred.
An assortment of heartwarming hues can be seen:
deep reds and bright yellows and shades in between.
How my innocent heart beats with hummingbird pleasure
at the sight of these wonderful bundles of treasure!
So I say to myself while my heart is a thumping,
"No time shall be wasted, these leaves are for jumping!"
To the largest collection of colors I race,
with laughter aplenty, the wind in my face
and the sun at my back, pushing me with its rays,
as I spring into Fall without looking both ways.
I land soft in the pile that the season provides,
as if leaping in laundry just recently dried,
and upon my resurfacing what should I see
but the base of what seems like a beanstalk to me.
I look up at the plant and think Jack would be proud
to descend such a towering tree from the clouds.
Though it's lacking its leaves, looking lonely and bare,
I just can't help but smile as I harmlessly stare
at what once was full green, so I shout out "hooray,"
giving thanks to the trees on this cool autumn day.
To you children at play, be your yards big or small,
Happy Leaf Leaping, friends, and to all a good Fall!

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The other side of reality

Our minds reality let's have ourselves a taste
Such a marvelous thing should not go to waste
It's all held inside our perceptive view
Are we not what we say and do
What if we say one thing then do another
All in the name of "I love you brother"
Well brother's I say with the saddest of grins
We were not made to live our lives in a pen
Wolves to sheep living in herds
As barb-wire trims feathers off the bird
Well where is the party the night on the town
We are nothing but ghost as they shake us down
Let's all raise our pruno and offer a toast
Brothers deserted by our good friend the host
Well I offer a dare if you're the type
Come eat of the fruit I promise it's ripe
I'll teach you to change inside of this place
Just look through the ghost and remember your face
Just think of three things that you need to do
To make a better person of you
Then apply those things one at a time
For all things in life must follow design
Before long you will start to see
The other side of reality

© 2007 Michael Jordan
All Rights Reserved

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Changes of Our Time

If you learn about the left,
You learn about the right.
If you learn about the sun,
You will learn about the moon at night.
As above, so below, 
are the wise words once told.
Until modern civilization,
Fell victim to a new control.

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Into Forever

Do you ever wonder what it would be like?
To take flight into the night?
Where there exists no light,
No gravity,
and only stars in sight.
Where the stresses of life aren't strapped on so tight.
Where people's insights aren't so uptight,
and aren't focused on if your "black" or "white."
Where the strongest man has no might,
and where the laws of justice have no right.

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When we finally get home none of this will matter,
All the years spent killing will end in one final battle,

Tears locked in bottles will pour out like rain,
That is when we will truly obtain,

The mysteries of the human race,
The times on earth we felt misplaced,
The horror of our loved ones never showing genuine embrace,

This life will be forgotten,	
All the years we fought to win,
We will be like little children again when it all begins,

So why can’t we just listen to the wind and rest assure,
That the heavens made rach one of us for so much more,

Why do we get stuck in entwining webs,
Turning true love into tiny threads,

Saying peace then turning away,
From everything our mouths do say,

Many are emotionally dead inside,
Most of us just find it easier to run and hide,

But you can’t run too far,
For our maker made every star,

He knew each trial and knew we would fall,
Yet, he still loves us all,

Many humans have lived to hate and kill,
Longing to have anything to temporarily fill,

The voids and constant shame,
Opening doors and then pushing the blame,

Longing to be right when thry are so very wrong,
Saying they are not weak and that they are strong,

Holding on to prejudices, poision and fear,
While the time of redemtion is drawing near,
Instead of holding each other’s hands,
Restoring peace to our land,

Humility can heal this great Nation,
Bring forth comfort, restortion and  true revelation,

Regardless, someday every knee will bow,
Let’s take the time now,
To renew our everlasting vows.

By: Sabina Nicole

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My Dreams...Like oysters brokenOpenat the Seams

  Sandpipers soar around us
say go home
You must not spoil the sunset
with your lies
your feeble tries
at resurrecting love
  Go home and leave 
the seashells on the shore
retrace your tracks
not welcome anymore
  Your jaded eyes
rebuke the setting sun
reflecting all the things
you've said and done
shake out your blanket filled
with sandy dreams
like oysters broken open
at the seams
to spill their treasured 
for your disdain
you've come to reap 
the spoils of love again
Take not these tokens
offered by the sea
just leave them here
for eyes of love to see

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Musical Dream #10

I love listening to Bach on late evenings, especially his flowing ‘Ave Maria’,
just as I like tuning in to Schubert’s ‘Ave Maria’, far too many Ave Marias!

Nothing compares to Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata', it’s simply beautiful;
George Handel had he lived would have found Ludwig’s piece rather cool.

Amadeus Mozart, truly he was a musical genius, that Austrian son-of-a gun,
it’s high there among the classics, the elegant ‘Theme from Elvira Madigan’.

Give me Antonin Dvorak’s ‘New World Symphony’,  so serenely majestic,
that, like Tchaikovsky’s ‘Concerto in 1st Movement’, creates instant magic.

Let me tell you a little secret: my days in the cradle had long ago passed by
yet, till this day I drift off to dreamland with a few strains of Brahms’ ‘Lullaby’.

Chopin he tinkers with his piano dreamily, that young romantic Polish chap -
etudes, nocturnes, mazurkas, you name it, though he could not do hip-hop.

I adore the songs of  Bobby Dylan, though not necessarily his croaky voice;
honestly, I prefer listening to other minstrels sing his tunes, if given a choice.

Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell and Judy Collins, those gals sounded to me so fine;
I once volunteered to produce them but they said “Are you out of your mind?”

Could not do nothing with the three J’s, so I turn to Lennon & McCartney
who once rocked my childhood with their irresistible “yeah, yeah, yeah”.

Leonard Cohen, does that man ever smile? so moody and stark his music
but I love him anyway, though figuring out his lyrics often makes me sick.

Denver and Donovan’s stuff are sugary for my taste at times I would say
and there are occasions when I crave for songs that sound kinda lonely.

So I often give way to my old buddy from country land, Kristofferson man,
and let his somber ‘Sunday Morning Coming Down’ get me all undone.

Sad songs, joyful songs, all styles, will they ever come in just one package?
so I won’t have to spend much on CDs that is straining my minimum wage.

Given those great musical influences I have painstakingly mentioned above,
it is a sure bet I am off to greatness if I just behave and do what I truly love.

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winter scenery

looking out from my living room
into a day of gloom

watching old man winter's blizzard
inside warm eating my chicken gizzard

people dressed in layers
kids swirling in snow are players

the flakes come dazzling down
all over our country town

from tree top to tree top
ice falls with a loud pop

while the roads remain covered in snow
i wish we didn't have to plow- just mow

a winter couplet
winter scenery

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It's more than just the absence of light
For men have considered it their plight
And through their eyes as they see
In the darkness is the place to be
In prison I managed to learn a lot
Things that can't be sold are bought
There is a deceptive illusion in all we see
When seeking "The other side of reality"
Where reality is but a frame of mind
To the humbling pain we are all blind
Behind the walls it's so clear to see
You seek the pain let the pain be me
You look into the mirror upon your host
Study the demons inside of your ghost
To ever be able to complete your task
You close them up inside of your mask
Then against everything you love and feel
You let your soul play the deal
Lost in the evil of a single day
Reality has one more soul to pay
Underneath the watchful 24 hour lights
Reality keeps darkness hid from sight
As the darkness takes years from you
Be careful in all that you say and do

© 2007 Michael Jordan
All Rights Reserved

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Perplexing Passing Thought

Perplexing Passing Thought

Another appointment on calendar can start to see
Has it been her's or is assigned to maybe me?
Designed for a particular purpose to meet
And now that it is made date cannot repeat.

Once missed date has forever gone by
Can't be brought back as hard as you try 
Even if it were to ware a dumb disguise
And have to wait until all of your hair dries.

Old passed by so will start a new one
And by the time that it is finally done
The original one which you have lost
Like time won't return no matter the cost.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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It Doesn't Really Matter in The End

It doesn't really matter in th end, 
If you are black or white, rich or poor, 
Or if you are a regular Joe or a celebrity, 
Bad things, and suffering can happen to anyone,that's for sure. 

The human spirit can sometimes too much endure, 
It can be yours or mine in a corner very obscure, 
Our bodies and souls can take so much for a awhile, 
But in the end it could take its toll too much trials 

There's a timetable and a clock somewhere always ticking, 
So let's not forget that wounds take a long time healing, 
God made our body, mind, soul to be resilient in time of trouble, 
But doesn't mean to ignore them and so make them for us double 

So in the end it doesn't really matter who you are,or where you go, 
Tragedy, pain and death can happen to anyone, anytime, I just know. 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


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The Filigree Tree

Presents from the filigree tree
out in the back, for you, for me
with filtered limbs to lift the air
We know it well, I met you there
A ring of broken, braided twigs
We dined on wine, and cheese and figs
and gazed beyond the silver bough
out in the back, I feel it now
Many a book was read aloud
on hazy days, without a cloud
We laughed until the flowers fell
and graced our brow, we knew it well
A thousand stars to sing at night
out in the cold, you held me tight
with whispered frost upon the air
It chills me still, left frozen there
But now the filigree tree has died
I buried it, and wept and cried
for every inch it bloomed and grew
resembled love, from me to you.


There under the filigree tree
where memory was lost and found
and made and breathed
we tethered the sky on a stormy day
and lapped up the dew from the metal moon
There under belted, velvet boughs
we circled the earth
and glistened the brow
of every moment we left to ignite
like a wound to be healed and kept out of sight
There we fell to love's embrace
a shadowed laugh
a winsome face
to sew the fabric of our time
when I was yours and you were mine...

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Inside of Me

You and the Lord have helped me rise above
You and the Lord filled my heart with love

It was no easy chore for I was full of hate
Searching for something to help me change my fate

The Lord led me to you removing any doubt 
As the trials come and go we will work them out

The Lord is my Shepard and you are my heart
It’s written in the scrolls of time we will never part

As I ponder the love we share it is clear as can be
The Lord broke the mold then offered you to me

Whatever anybody thinks it truly matters not
For on whatever scales they use, I love you a lot

The love and respect we share is way off the chart
Tell me, can we measure the depths of our heart

No sacrifice is to great I will make them all
I think one brick at a time is how to build the wall

You know that I love to build as well as create
The blessing of it all is it took away the hate

The beauty of it all as clear as can be
You are the fire of desire burning inside of me

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Now make a choice with easy style;
Let cheery poise unfurl wise smile.

Now dare to be just who you are;
Discern and see spark and grace star.

Now fling bold play with happy ploys;
Do as you say: claim sensuous joy.

Now learn to learn with heart and soul;
Mind hurls and yearns to be one whole.

Now wait and see just how things flow;
Let go, and be: be still and know.

Now is the time to love and live;
Reason and rhyme: be all you give.

This moment Now is all you've got;
Let love endow your life and lot.

Leon Enriquez
21 June 2014

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As The Old Year Ebbs, Then Dies

As The Old Year Ebbs, Then Dies by Rick Rucker As the Old Year ebbs, then Dies, I can't believe how fast time flies! It seems like only yesterday, That high school came, then passed away. Then college, too, passed in a minute, Sometimes, I feel like I'm still in it. You came too, then you left, Leaving me, of Love, bereft. I know, if You can see, That You are very glad for me! I have welcomed to my Life, The One that says she'll be my Wife, So We can share our Love and Pain, And We can both live again! I know You want the Best for me, And I hope that you can see That, although she's not like You, I can also love her True! From your place in Heaven, looking down, You'll see I no longer wear a Frown! I am happy, so is She, Both ecstatic, actually, You and I will talk, from time to time, Though mostly through my rhyme, So, in closing, let me say, May we both have another Blessed Day!

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Watching him sleep he sighed
Eyelids closed, there is no flutter

Deep sounds of rising and falling breath
Mumbles from time to time are in depth

His eyes and mouth are finally closed
Respiration is slower and relaxation ensues

He seems so at peach for a few hours nap
Motionless, resting like a charmed bull

Oh God, look over this being of complaints
Peace at last – teac hm some restraint

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Goodbye my friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Sober 100 days today)

M.Mahauariki © 21/01/2012

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Horse and Head

hurry I said!  we must get away!
they're closing on us, no time for delay!

      the horror began the year 'fore last,
            and most were dead before it passed,

      a mighty wave! ten buildings tall!
            came rushing through, and drowning all!
              ........... it came alive, survivors say,
              pray first night after! the terror o'er bay,

      the heavy gray fog, it hung so low,
              and terrible winds began to blow!

            bobbing along beyond the pier,
      the horse and head filled souls with fear!

            night after night the same path it took,
      just past the docks, the waves it shook!

            never closer it came, to frighten thee,
      'till you strangled the air! and cursed the sea!

            O vengeance it seeks! your soul it will take!
       just seconds to live! prepare for your wake!

hurry I said!  we must get away!
they're closing on us, no time for delay!

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Grandma's Rhyme Regarding Money

If it don’t make dollars, it don’t make sense,
Because ain’t nothing going on but the rent.

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Walking this Mile

I accept what i need offer up what's left
Let ridicule fall on ears that are deft
Just as a fisherman catches fish on his hook
I write out my poems and put together books
The reason I do it is clear as can be
I feel it's what the Lord ask of me
For 41 years I had no idea I was a poet
But if I couldn't cook it I could damn sure grow it
My life consumed by Marijuana and speed
Trusting in them to provide what I need
They replaced my job and even my love
They were everything that I held above
They picked me up whenever i felt low
If I got to high they helped me to slow
No, I didn't write poems or watch the T.V.
Never touched a computer said, "Thats not for me"
Traded in the girls because the next on was cuter
Woke up with a shot went to bed with a hooter
I would run day and night until I would drop
Running more from myself than from any cop
I chemically induced away all my dreams
See rivers take mothers after being formed by streams
These days my head feels like it's in a vice
I'll tell you right now my pains nothing nice
Weekly shots I take for the Hepatitis C
Epidural Steroid blocks in the spine for me
Every doctor I see I greet with a smile
Not feeling to good but I will after while
They say my attitude is one that is great
I see the beauty of love with no time for the hate
I have no reason for anger or time to be mad
No reason for all that this is my bad
This isn't that bad hell I've suffered more
At least I can turn my knob and walk out the door
Reality is real but it's also a dream
Things that are clear may not be as they seem
The Lord is my master to whom which I serve
For he's already given me more than I deserve
Children who love me and a beautiful wife
All the blessings a man needs in life
So Doctor tell me how can I not smile
At least I'm not alone walking this mile
I have you guys and the Lord walking with me
And thats about as beautiful as beautiful can be

I dedicate this poem to all of my doctors
Dr. Garrison - Primary
Dr. Merliss   - Neurologist
Dr. Aldwari -  Infectious Disease Specialist
Dr. Johnson- Pain Management Specialist
Dr. Beck      - Physical Therapist 
I feel very blessed to have such a fine 
team working so hard on my recovery.
I also wish to thank everyone for all the
Prayers I have received. I love you guys.

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Clinks... clanks... a crash... a clatter
Pots... pans... and plates... a platter
Smells... sounds... people... and voices
Stools... chairs... tables... and choices
Ching... ding... a door... and a breeze
"Mornin'!"..."Take your order, please?"


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The Fate of Time

O dreary time
Why so long
Must you have to wait
Before you fuse
Yourself with fate

O dreary time
You run so cold
Before you ebb
Of a love untold

But time you never fold
Creating my fate, answering my soul 
Going and going you go.

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The Tears That I've Cried

A tear for every lie
Every lie that I've told
Every time I deceived
Deceived someone I loved

A tear for every loss
Every loss that I've gained
Every time It rained
Rained on my parade

A tear for every time
Every time I've been unfaithful
Unfaithful to the God I serve
The God I serve and adore

A tear for every time I cried
I cried and wept miserably
For every pain that I've felt
That I've Felt for every Pain

The tears that I've cried
That I've cried every time
Has made a river from my heart
My heart that's found despair
My heart that's welcomed despair

The tears that I've cried
My heart that has cried
That has cried the tears of despair
My heart has welcomed despair

The Tears That I've Cried
The Tears That I've Cried

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For A Little While

I saw you today and it really was nice
Especially when you kissed me more than twice!
To feel your lips as they were touching mine
Made me crazy but that was fine
As I touched your skin I began to tremble
I knew then that leaving your side wouldn’t be simple
The heat between us was more than I could bare
I wanted to make love to you standing right there
You said that you had things you needed to do
You told me to come by the house in a few
So we kissed for a little while and it really felt good
Then you said you must go; you said you really should
You went your way and I went mine
I just went crazy trying to pass the time
Next thing I knew when I looked at my watch
It was finally nearing six o’clock
I drove to your house and what did I see?
You were just pulling in ahead of me.
I got excited knowing I’d soon be in your arms
A place I feel loved and safe from harm
We fell into each other’s loving eyes
What happened next came as no surprise
We kissed for a little while and then we made love
Once again I was trembling from your touch
We got up and we got dressed to go
Why do we have to leave, I wish it weren’t so
We belong together sharing our love 
Leaving each other sometimes is tough
Then you got in your car and I got in mine
Holding you again would have to be done another time
I drove away from your place
Feeling warm inside with a smile on my face
I’m thankful for that special time 
I was in your arms and you were in mine
Even if it was only for a little while
During that time I was able to smile

Copyright © 2000 Shari E Davis

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Breathe In The Sunshine

Words are too often spoken
When silence is what we seek,
When all we really want
Is affection, humble and meek.

When just the right touch
At just the right time,
Helps us to stop 
And breathe in the sunshine.

It helps us to be thoughtful
Of the beauty that God brings,
Like butterflies and flowers 
And all sorts of other things.

And when time seems to slow down
That it might even stop,
And your eyes are fixed
On the sunrise up top,

Take in this precious moment
Take in the color and the sound,
Feel the wind in your hair
And the warmth all around.

And when you find yourself
Lost within time,
Don’t forget to stop
And breathe in the sunshine.

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Raptured Tempests

Verbose crystalled tears bestride
Flaring high on ornately veined clouds

Racking thunderclaps fracture the horizon
Protesting the abdication of daylight

Here the morose summer showers weep 
In heavy erosion washing yesterdays pains

An ascending dusk pursues the mislay moon
Lost in the felled bodies chafing the steely skies

Phantoms murmur atop flamed winged steeds
Dancing on the peaks of the worlds rooftop

Tombs satiated in truth opening with echoes
Are purified by the banks of rolled morning mists

And the harmonious stillness of dawn
Drones out the silence of innocence   

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Tearfilled eyes , I watch her ,  N happen to wonder... 
Does she know that my thoughts go with her, yonder ?

That, in my every smile, my every bliss,
Its HER that I desperately miss ?

That every time SHE kisses me Adieu 
My heart, it screams inside " No ! I'll always want u ! " ?

That evry sec, each passing day, 
I go desperate wishin she'd come this way ?

That evry time she comes to see me off
Its tears that I lock back within my laugh ?

That evry sweet smile of her's, dunno why
Drives me to despair, to heave, to sigh ?  

That evry time, my love, I try to declare..
Words can just NEVER get me there ?

That she's my strength, n she's my fire
Life without her'd have gone haywire ?

That she's the one who keeps me sane
When life withers me out, she's my rain ?

That no matter what I'm, no matter where I go,
I do reap, but that which she did sow ?

That deep within, with love much untold
Its HER, whom, closer than heartbeats I do hold ?

That come wild weather, or the torrentous tide
The Zenith is mine, when she's beside ?

That lost though I may be, in worldly glory
Its SHE who writes, n directs my story ?

That should  the whole World stand by, n prant n sneer,
I can still close my eyes, n walk her way sans fear ?


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I am oh so confused
It keeps me amused

I don't know what to do
But I know of who I'd like to pursue

I don't know what to say
I am scared of the price I will pay

I don't know what to think
I am starting to sink

I am stuck in a whole I have dug
It grows deeper every time you give me a hug

Every time you smile
I get lost and am speechless for awhile

Every time we talk
I get excited and in my mind I walk

Walk to a place where I can imagine us
Where we can be happy together and never fuss

I want greater things between you and me
But I am scared you will get mad when you see

That you make me so happy and excited
You are all I want and have sighted

But I will leave it be
And stay you and me

Never a we
I'll leave it be

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The Pen Is Mightier

The Pen Is Mightier By Rick Rucker Not all weapons are the same, The pen has secured me Victory in Love’s Life and Death Game! From the moment I saw Her, I knew, That I never wanted to tell her Adieu! But she had been burned by Loves past, And didn’t want to move very fast! I thought that if I went slowly, that I might lose, So, a daring plan, I decided to choose! I thought that my attack should involve all of her senses, In that way, I might skirt her defenses. Taking my cue from the polish on her toes, Every time I met her, I was holding a Red Rose! As well as its color, the Rose’s smell, Each time that she sniffed it, her pupils would swell! My voice, I was careful to keep mellow, So she would see I was a peaceful fellow! Finally, when our lips did touch, I wanted to stay there forever, but stopped before it was too much! Still, I could feel her reserve, So I then summoned all of my Nerve! I told her about my poems, that I did write, She read some, and called me that very night! She told me that if what I wrote was True, She would Love me, nothing else she could do! So if you want Love’s Ultimate Reward, As your weapon of choice, choose a pen, not a sword!

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Turn Around

Turn Around

Lost and losing control.
How much longer do I play this role?

All is fine, a smile on my face.
How long do I stay in this unhappy place?

I live my life only through you.
Shadows of who I want to be block my view.

I feel so attached to you, afraid to walk away.
But at the same time I know I can’t stay.

I’m not sure where we went from good to bad.
I’m not sure where you went from happy to mad.

I can’t continue to be the object of your anger and pain.
Sooner or later it will drive me insane.

I have to leave now and this time I won’t turn around.
I have to save myself while myself can still be found.

-Mysty Rayn

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wind down

that indian, he ain't come to town
still, summer's started windin' down
you can feel it in the air some how 
this season's seasoning, time to avow

do soldiers march with cadence strident?
as sure of battles outcomes provident
as time of Sol marches across the sky
another summer season spent, gone by

still, the warmth will linger a bit more
'til Earth's tilting a cooler guarantor
that winter will soon tag this autumn
and nights long flow slow as sorghum

quarterly, we divide our seasonal pie
to save and share and partake thereby
turning our waterwheel of milling time
to something fervent, meaningful, sublime

so, i fervently wish to take this opportune
today, to share this halcyon afternoon
with you alone, ok maybe a pet or two
i love this life, i love this day, i love you

© Goode Guy 2011-08-22

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My Dream

             My Dream
One thing in life for which I long 
Before  time is up and I am gone
Love and companionship until the end
No more lonely nights to spend
Trusting and trust worthy  he must be
To walk  this journey of life with me
Gentle loving hands to hold 
May time be kind as we grow old 
The wait for you so long it seems
Soft spoken , confident, My rock, my dream
I’ll treasure the moment that my heart lifts
Should I be blessed with this wonderful gift

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TO DO...







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Tired of being numb

The time has surely truly come
That I am tired of being numb.

The days of being in constant pain
My life seems to be going down the drain.

I am still quite heartbroken
And some things can't be spoken.

But 5 years have already gone by
And today I heaved a weary sigh.

I can no longer stay this way
Just going through with my day.

I have been on a ledge
Standing there on that edge.

Looking over and down
Upon my face is a frown.

I turn around and then look up
That she is a tough climb, yup.

But I reach up and begin to climb
As I know it has come to that time.

Time to either wither and die
Or time to show life I can defy.

New places are meant for me.
A new woman you shall see.

Oh do not get me wrong
I have days I am not strong.

But I promise to not be so withdrawn
As I know my life is not foregone.

I want to be someone my kids can be proud of
Someone they know that will always give love.

For them being gone was never my choice
That in this instance my opinion had no voice.

But one day soon they will come to find me
I want it to be day of great joy and glee.

For they will see that pain did bring me to my knees
But that I got up and moved and refused to freeze.

I did not die from all this pain
But one day will I be able reign?

Who is to really know?
Just cannot stand another woe.

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Untouchable Questions

Where is it that we go, behind closed eye lids?
An untouchable imagination, beyond the physical and off the grid?

Where is it that they go, in man made machinery to the sky?
A place unseen but seen, and gravity is what they defy?

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Unique Horn

Carpe Diem, seize the day
Live by the rules of the game you play
The world is your oyster, enjoy the ride
When the going gets tough, look on the bright side
Silence is golden, take that to the bank
Put that in your pipe while smoke screens draw blank
Though money makes the world go round
Speak louder through actions than through sound
Empty vessels make the most noise
Best medicine, laughter, daily poise
Fool me once means shame on you
Shame on me, that’s fooled times two
Follow your heart, reach for the stars
Dreams come true, firefly jars
A bird in hand is worth two in a bush
When push comes to shove, shove comes to push
A stitch in time always saves nine
As luck still favors prepared minds
Fortune favors the brave at heart
Every ending once had a start
Live your life without regret
‘Tis better to forgive and to forget
We’re proned to get as hard as we give
Throw stones in the glass houses we live
Don’t count your chickens before they hatch
Two birds with one stone, that’s quite a catch
A rolling stone gathers no moss
Too many cooks spoil the broth
Just try again if you don’t succeed
And don’t believe everything you read
Make every experience educational
To think twice before speaking is critical
Let sleeping dogs lie I always say
Cause every dog will have his day
To be taught new tricks no matter the age
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Two heads they say is better than one
Violence isn’t always the key my son
Beggars can’t choose, that much we know
More haste less speed, no time to grow
When seams come undone, it’s cause for concern
We are what we are, we live what we learn

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Autumn Cowboy

The cowboy in cascading leaves has lingered much too long,
As he sings amid red and gold, summer’s last dying song.
The sky is clear and blue this day, but change is in the air—
Far mountains shine with crisp, white caps and blow cold wind through hair.

He softly spurs dreams into a stampede of falling leaves—
Wishing that the best of worlds would bring bad men to their knees. 
He turns his horse to the north and heads for that old line shack—
Hoping that the larder’s full and come spring he’ll be riding back. 

He trails sweet salmon sunset as brass leaves rustle the breeze—
Far sky melts to shining white as snow is held back by trees.
He knows hard winter’s coming, its cold silver slides in fast—
For a time he savors summer, knowing good things don’t last.

The cowboy in cascading leaves has lingered much too long,
As he sings amid red and gold, summer’s last dying song. 

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And the Whole World's Sweet...

In a burst of fellow feeling from the sunshine to the earth
ripened blooms to be revealing soundless voices yet unheard
as they seep into my windows with the sugar scented air
set to spark imagination with a certain savoir faire
I'm entranced beyond all vision thought to signify the spring
and I wake to comprehension and the stature that it brings
for I know the movement of the earth relates to every being
and I feel the warmth upon rebirth in saplings to be seeing
In a burst of live sensations from the sunshine straight to me
theres the marked deliberation to be floating, to be free
As the scent of passing flowers find their way into my room
thus the sunshine overpowers and desires every bloom.

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that day you were born

that day creeps forward...that day you were born
with memories behind me I've crawled slowly forward
no longer in my dreams, nor can I remember your voice
but I remember your words and how you left without choice

do you rest easy from your cloud in the sky?
with angels and harps do you see from up high?
do you watch me and smile or look down in dread?
can you send me a message when I'm in over my head?

I once thought I lost your little metal tag
I found it and carry it always in my bag
we may not have always seen eye to eye
but I always felt your love and will till I die

no time for farewell or even one last kiss
did you know you were going and what we would miss?
that one last time I viewed you cold and still
it plays on this day and always will

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Silent moment of time
Etched God's plan with rhyme...
Of Angels moon-drenched dance
In the palm of my soul

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motivation for women

Her man was not worth crying for.
She never shed a tear.
She showed him just how tough she was,
and she showed him she didn't care.
He was nothing but deceiving,
He was taking and receiving, 
He was leaving her promises embedded in gold, 
And she had believed all the lies he told.
He was nothing but a baby,
With his jealousy and rage,
He revealed to her his true colors of a violent tendency. 
He wanted a mother for a wife,
She tried her best to impress.
His feelings of frustration did occur,
When his violence was unleashed upon her,
He put his last toe out of the line,
And that’s when she knew, everything would be fine,
As she finally threw him out of her life…

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A Mother's Love

A mother’s love is a rare and special thing,
It’s like being carried on an eternal wing.
As you listen to the sound of her precious voice,
When she gives you life, it’s the right choice!
The moment the doctor laid you in her arms,
You feel safe and especially warm.
Once you look up to see your mother’s face,
Her heart is over joy and begins to race.
A mother’s love should never be taken lightly,
She makes you feel secure and holds on tightly.
As she watches you begin to grow,
She wants to teach you everything she knows.
She tries to instill the morals and value of life,
so that you may make somebody a good husband or a good wife.
She listens to everything you have to say,
She will make time for you no matter what comes her way.
Sometimes she faces struggles as hard as they seem,
She wants you to live up to your potential and pursue your every dream.
She can see so much inside of you until you don’t understand,
Don’t worry she won’t mislead you; just hold on to her hand.
A mother’s love goes beyond the duty and beck of a call,
She wants to guarantee and hope that you will never fall.
Every time you get hurt she wants to wipe away your tears,
With her guidance and strength, you can face your fears.
Don’t take advantage of your mother’s love,
You can slip it on your hand, like a perfect glove.
I would like to dedicate this poem to all the mothers that are still here,
Just to look at my mother one more time, it will definitely bring on tears.
My mother died at the young age of forty-two,
It was something hard for me, my brothers, and sisters to go through.
Even though my mother is not here, she’s still in my heart,
I thank God for giving me a brand-new start!
I’m going to cherish every moment me and my mother had,
The beautiful smile on her face made me feel glad.
So each time I see a pure white and innocent dove,
It makes me think of a mother’s L-O-V-E

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they found six fingers

  I'll say goodbye,
I'm leaving town,
I'm checking out 
a hole I found,
beneath the bleachers
where I died,
the only time I really tried
to breach the rift,
"twixt here and there,

they found six fingers
and some hair,
from when I teleported home,
they always thought
I left alone,
but I took seven souls along,
to clear the path,
and sing our song,

  Remember when I begged 
your kiss?
relinquished all ,to say I missed
going somewhere to the dance,
enticed you with a new romance?

  But you were older and refused,
to sacrifice the world you'd lose
To tell me I was not a ghost,
You know ,it's me,
I miss
the most.

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Some Time ago . . .

In a time when War bred pure malevolence and sheer cunning
In a time when women were just adornment of fruitful raison d etre
When pillaging and plunder ruled spaces humanity filled yonder
When nature's heart was adept to solitary bliss thereunder
When waterfalls thundered overhead in colossal wonder

In a time when deep dark days were few
And powerplay hurt just animals a few
In a time wherein women bare kith and kin
And talking seemed out of the question

That is the talk of times gone by
Which wandered by and fairly flew by

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a string of forget me nots

  I can only walk with you to the bend in the trail
I'll tell you my stories ,some dark and some pale
you'll laugh and you'll cry and you'll wonder out loud
you'll cringe at the cowards and smile at the proud

  I'm wrapping your past in a fine veil of green
strings of wild flowers around what I've seen
your mother once told me of nine silver fish
and how they forgave you and granted your wish

  a wish that you wanted to never forget
the love that she felt and is still feeling yet
here take all these fireflys to wrap
'round your wrists
she caught them last summer
alight in the mist

  we won't forget Grandfather 
daughter in hand
braving the cold in a new savage land
chopping and slashing
a path for us all
building a cabin to welcome the Fall

  Now in the fire light I bid you goodbye
feeling it all as we laugh and we cry
Time to rewrap everything that I've said
now take it away to the world in your head

   save it for someone fresh with your eyes
spin the whole web with the truths and the lies
I'll live in memories back down the trail
the road to the past
where true love never fails.

 a string of forget me nots 
all pressed and dried
each with a story ,go tell them
with pride.

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Through your Hands

  Silver ships along the shore
where we never will explore
caves we found when we were young
sing me Spanish songs unsung
dance a dance we almost knew
when our old romance was new
write a letter on the wind
find a better way to mend
broken dreams and shattered souls
silver hair and hearts of gold
cannot slow the sifting sands
as my life runs through your hands.

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Fountain of Youth, Evergreen Style

Evergreen juice, in a cup, on the sill
The cup's made of copper, the juice made of will
Will to stay green passed the prime of the frost
Would you take a sip, lest your plumage be lost??

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The Sands Of Time

The sands of time slowly trickle away
Bringing sadness each new day

Our souls forever entwined
As tears fall like rain in my mind

Drowing in this grief I always feel
From this pain my broken heart won't heal

I've cried enough tears to form a river
At times hard enough to make my body shiver

I wish I could feel you holding me tight
Keeping me close to you all through the night

Loving you since the day we first kissed
You will be forever missed

To heaven one day I wish to ascend
Reuniting with my husband, lover and best friend

As the sands of time slowly trickle away
Being with you again is what I pray

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One Day At A Time

I should be feeling very great,
For I spent a weekend out of state.

I have come back feeling out of sorts,
Nothing that can be of any new reports.

I really needed the time away.
It was time for me for once to play.

I have way too much angst and strife,
It is all way to much for just one life.

I feel like my love I am losing.
A lot of feelings that are so confusing.

I came back with a mission,
One that needs no ones permission.

Get my degree that is the plan.
I will do the best that I can.

Find a new home to move into,
Where? Right now I have not a clue.

I am moving full steam ahead,
No matter what my heart dreads.

One day at a time is my new creed.
It will be one that I will one that I carefully heed.

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you're running fast but it is gaining
if you look back, it will overtake
eyes straight ahead, don't look back
the sun is ahead, behind you is black

fate missed the train, it always ran late
as the doors closed all the passengers waved
next time maybe fate will set its watch
kismet steps in to save what fate botched

you finally get here when it's time for me to leave
no more tricks are hiding up your sleeve
I kiss you goodbye and board my train
and there on the platform both hearts remain

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the Virtual Gardener

  It's esthetic yet pathetic,
from the garden 
in her brain,
Which she never,ever
she keeps waiting
for the rain,
of affection and protection
from a shiny armored knight,
so her garden all has 
in the burning

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Spiraling Thoughts

So many thoughts in my mind,
only my Spirit can find 

My soul is running a race,
I think I'm traveling in time

Our people dying so fast,
It seems nobody can last

How can the mourners rejoice,
if they're a sound with no voice

I hope to be a true light,
and only live for what's right

So all the people can see,
the way a leader should be

The only purpose of man,
is love and govern the land

But people love to go sin,
and do it over again

Until they look at the end,
and see there's no way to win.

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Broken Wings

"Broken wings", with them you can't fly!
You flail about, but still, you can't ever reach the sky.

Wearily you seek for some refuge where you can go.
Moving cautiously away from others so that they  would never know.

"Broken wings", with them you can't fly!
And as time goes on, your're not able to peer out even to see the sky.

Longing for a time when you could soar with each wind anew.
That was when you could glide through the sun and a sky so blue.

"Broken wings", with them you can't fly!
But hope begins with a stretch of the wings and desire to reach the sky.

Wearily you seek for some refuge where you can go.
Moving cautiously towards others so that some may know.

"Broken wings", with them you can't fly!
But healing means trusting, and knowing that you will again see the sky.

Longing for a time when you can soar each wind anew.
Taking time to mend so that you will glide through the sun and a sky so blue.

"Broken wings", with them you can't fly!
But never to stretch your wings, means never to see the sky.

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Who does your past belong to today?
Not me anymore since we parted ways

Constantly wondering if you’re doing ok
Thinking about our yesterdays

The timing was off when I was your past
Did all we could to make it last

That brief time still unsurpassed
In my mind there’s no contrast

If we’d met later, at a different time
We could have made it, it might have been fine

The love we shared, complete, sublime
We were a shooting star after a rapid climb

Too much distance, too much space
Logging miles, to be in one place

It was worth it for your embrace
The look of happiness on your face

It wore us down, tired us out
Tore us apart, started our doubts

Too much work to go that route
That’s what the end was all about

I hope you’re happy, and you are well 
We both moved on the past now quelled

We could meet again, only time will tell
It is a thought that sometime dwells

Who does your past belong to today?

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Beautiful Child

The first time your face I did see
I instinctively knew we were meant to be

I am filled with a love so free
Every time I hold you close to me

You, my beautiful, darling child
Born of love's passion gone wild

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Mambo Music

Mambo music played all night long
Bringing such joy with every song

Teenage girls flirting with the boys
Dancing kids with their blinking toys

Mambo music plays in my mind
Tonight our broken spirits shined

We are back home now and their asleep
Didn’t take long to count their sheep

Taking them out was a blessed time
They drank soda and I drank wine

There is so much pain in our life
Husband died…I’m a widowed wife

But something about that Mambo
Dancing rhythms of the bongo

It grabbed my sorrow tore my grief
And brought us all needed relief

Billions of people feel this way
Does it get better none can say

Having your love stripped from your life
Managing the house still in strife

Never would I wish this on you
Broken inside feeling so blue

Mambo music brought a smile
Music and time heal with style 

(pure fiction....and dedicated to my best friend)

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Summer Love

Summer is a beautiful time of the year.
Flowers are blooming lovely,  and can be seen so clear.
Summer is about fashion, food and fun,  it can also be the perfect time to run.
I love summer because you see a lot of green,  and this is when I break out my
sewing machine.
Summer is a time when you should look your best,  so I sew clothes that I think  
look better than the rest.
Dresses, skirts, and pretty blouses,  I have even made a pair of adorable 
Summer is warm and  summer is sweet,  and this is when people really feel like 
a treat.
Ice cream, candy,  maybe a piece of pie,  I love summer so much I  hate telling it 

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No Big Deal

The new is always a novelty,
the old just a page in history.

Yet nothing is really changing,
just this tired world spinning.

Life is one monotonous grind,
a drag on this restless mind.

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Time is a funny thing
I've seen it change human beings
A day is a day it is no lie
Tell me why some drag while others fly
I think of time and all it does
How we can't turn it back to how it was
See time is a thing that cuts no slack
Moving forever forward-never back
Time is a father it is true
Father time watches over you
You meet his sister at the gate
His sister’s name lets call her fate
Time is a teacher of lessons learned
Fate makes sure that they are earned
Together they tweak, bend and mold your soul
Until a single day is a distant goal
Sometimes life gets so insane
To look ahead causes to much pain
And looking back tears apart
What is left of the heart?
Lose your dreams of the future and memories of the past
And you will have learned to do your time at last

These three poems - Prison, life and time are
resubmits I have posted for Michael Torres.

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On the Meaning of Life

Each morning the sun sparkles our eyes,
As we ask why in the cool sunrise.

And each year we touch others with hands,
With souls – not knowing just where one stands.

Of this nothing the something now comes—
Or are we nothing: half with no sums.

Ask a full moon in a frame of trees—
It knows and nods, and so gently flees.

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Healing Ellie

I met you hollow as the bones
of sun scorched trees with roots upturned
Worn to smoothness, polished grey
I met you when you'd less to say
But time and temperance green the ground
by pushing growth and sticking 'round
The seeds which scattered, dormant, light
in a gust of wind and time, took flight
They settled with your words and grew
with limbs of strength, they became you
And soon you laughed and bloomed in pink
and unwrapped time as a gift to think
Soon, your roots entwined the earth
You opened your arms to a million birds
and swayed in the wind to their favorite tune
as you etched them into your friend, the moon
Now you speak as all nature does
with a heart full of passion that's rooted in love
Each limb of growth reaching into the wind
Your words are a healing, You're on the mend...

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Life's not full of love, it's full of hate

Standing on the lowest point on the earth
With burning heart giving me sensation of hearth
On such a cold dark night 
Without a vision of an angel upon my sight

I wonder by here all alone each and every day
Without my heart, my life, passing through my way
Oh my sun has left me never to rise 
Leaving me helpless, my life’s a despise

But my love, you are worth all the while 
The whole world stops with your single smile
I’m just a admirer nothing more than that 
My life’s a cold floor now, you were my mat

By those sweetly spoken words form your lip
My heart runs, your words are always there to keep
Worse than me, my heart’s the one who’s hurt so much
I miss your smile, your voice your silent touch

Every time I dream I miss you
Feels like holding you picture and kiss you
Years have gone but you I haven’t forgotten
Guess how hard it’s to live without a sun 

Ask me the pain of that, it’s been ages
That’s the only reason I’m filling blank pages
Rejoice in life is not for me
Pain in heart, happy for others to see

Like the candle burning beside me, my heart burns
Through these veins of mine, your vision runs
It’s so hard to hold the tears filled in the eyes
To search for the sun at night in the skies

To be in dark room full of fears
With songs of depression into my years
It’s so easy to be a girl, loved by all 
Unlike boys, never happy in life, always to crawl

Surrounded by the world I’m just a pawn
Without you in my head form dusk to dawn
For as your love I’m out of tear I can’t cry
I’m so young now for me to die

But to die for you, you are really worth it
Still I’m alive, for us to meet
Its not that I can’t die for thee 
I can’t live without you in front of me to see 

How can I even think of dying?
I’d rather be happy like this, always crying
I’ll wait for you till I make sea of tears
I’ll really wait even if it will take thousand of years

You are really beautiful and always jolly
My dear I’m ugly and always melancholy 
You my love, your life’s always a bloom
But my life, oh poor me always a gloom

Without a single picture of you, I wait
Without my heart by my side, my life still a gait
A sad feeling inside my heart, always to born 
Life full of pain sorrow and frisson

Sitting on my bed, this precious time I kill
The empty blank pages on copy is what I fill
Life’s what you decide, not of your fate
Life's not full of love it's full of hate

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I have a baby panther, she is restless and carefree.
Okay, she is really not a panther; she's my cat named Blackberry.

She was found in a blackberry patch, by a girl named Tana Bech.
Who rescues cats and kittens that have suffered from neglect.

I saw her on a web site; she was nine weeks old back then.
She was curled up on a blanket and looked wiry, small and thin.

I was looking for a longhaired Persian with a cute round face.
I couldn't find one, and found myself back on Blackberry's space.

At the time I didn't know why she seemed to call my name.
This scrawny little kitten waiting for someone she could claim.

I went to meet her face to face to see if we would chime.
I was afraid the damage had been done; she hid the entire time.

Tana said that's what she did when strangers came around.
When rescued it took a hot dog and some time to get her out.

I decided to take her home that day and though, it took some time.
She made my house her home and now she thinks it's hers -  not mine.

This once fearful little kitten walks like a hunter proud and tall.
When I'm not feeling well she stays beside me through it all.

She still hides to this day, when people visit she doesn't know.
I know when they are gone, my little panther's face will show.

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The War

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

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

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Last Wish

To sift is my endeavor, lest I fail
to bring to harmony and to avail
the roads I've traveled on to sweet commune
the sun to blow a kiss to reach the moon
the trees to rain down water from their leaves
to end the parching season of the seas
where salt in rings has settled sugar white
and mad mirages flood the settled sight
To sift my thoughts, I'm sure you will agree
is of the utmost pertinence to me
To wrap the package up in memories
and gently set their sail upon the seas.

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A flame extinguished
With a heart full of anguish
No more sparkle in the eye
No more tears to cry
Living turned dormant
Longing made torment
Gone the will
Fled the ability to fulfill
Left forsaken and hollow
Absent the voice to follow

A flame extinguished 
All hope relinquished
A creature forlorn
Too long had it mourned
Once did it glisten
As all came to listen
Once did it radiate and glow
Given all the world to grow
But somewhere vitality
Surrendered to reality

A flame extinguished
Ambitions vanquished
Even Fear packed his things
No longer could he bring
A feeling of mortality
A reprieve of morality
Should we pity it
Empathize with its forfeit
No,  this path it chose
And this it knows

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Infinite Crusade

Shadows creep, stalk and hound,
Each nook and cranny darkness bound,
A barrage of glacial, remorseless hue,
Intangible loathe to the morning sun’s skew.

A god of warmth and of light,
Ascending slowly to oppress and fight,
The shadows that enslaved and bound,
Defenseless creatures finally found.

Alas the eternal struggle persists,
Not by tangible weapons and fists,
Victory could not be stolen or won,
This cycle could never be undone.

For in each corner in the morn,	
Ravenous shadows lay in wait,
Droves of darkness finally born,
As the sun sets and pursues its fate.

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I stopped loving you today
All your memories packed away

Tell my heart that feels betrayed
But in good time even that will fade

The time with you wasn’t wasted
Bittersweet and honey laced

My mind remembers your embrace
Dreams of a future now debased

I’m much stronger than I thought
Better now, not overwrought

You never even felt distraught
Inflicted pain cost me a lot

I told you when you closed the door
That would be it forevermore

I told you what you had in store
But my pleas you did ignore

Now you’re hit with some debris
Wanting back what will never be

Remove the blinders you will see
I am doing what is best for me

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Little Conversations

A running conversation stood catching it's breath
on the hill of decision, on the day of it's death
In an effort to stop the inevitable flow
of the moon in it's belly on a mission to grow
It stepped to the edge of the hill and transpired
with verbiage gone ancient and aching for fire
It stood up on tiptoes and opened it's mouth
to let the sun in, or to let the moon out
This running conversation was made up of air
and moods of the moment and bent silver hair
which reflected the sun in an effort to stir
all the things that it loved while he motioned to her
It took a look down to the Pool of Dissolve
and felt the earth shimmer within it's revolve
In an effort to keep conversation alive
it trampolined toes into a swan dive.

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A Beacon

Life is short and fragile 
It’ll only last for awhile

I know, and you know
Who does not know?

Okay, raise your hand
It is now time to mend 

Yes, we will all be gone 
Soon, His will, be done

Like it or not, it has end
By a touch, of His hand

Like a fleeting shadow
Of today and tomorrow

So, why waste the time? 
In this nonsense rhyme

Of life, pursuing earthly
Things, which isn’t holy

Have you not reflected?
The joy of being elected 
Truth is given, unto you 
O, strive hard to be true 

Bear to carry your cross
For you, not to get lost

To the heaven’s throne
I want you, to be, home

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Time to Grieve

They say time heals all
I just want to bawl

How much time does it take
Before my heart doesn't ache

As time goes by
I still wipe tears from my eyes

Time creeps slowly by
And I just want to die

Time is a curse
I can't imagine anything worse

Then having time
Time to grieve

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Another Tacky Break-Up

"I like you, but not like you think that I do
So let's just be friends - is that all right with you?
And please give me back all the gifts that I gave
and by any chance, did all of the wrapping you save?
Cause, now that we're "friends", I'm sure you'll agree
I should regift them all for my new love to see.
She's awfully picky, so please don't you bring
all the words that I said when I gave you that ring-
I was drunk.  I was sick.  I was on my death bed
and quite nearly insane, if not out of my head
So please just get lost, and I don't mean that mean,
but my new love is sure to arrive on the scene
So just send back the gifts, (you don't mind the expense)
It's the least you could do - for one of your friends..."

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Shadow Lights

  Shadow lights reflecting 
on the tattered fringe
of soul,
the shiny threads reminding me 
that yes,
I once was whole.
The  remnant of a garment
That they now use as a shroud
wrapped around the sad remains of 
one who once was proud.

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You missed nine of my birthdays; I couldn't even get a phone call

You missed all the opportunities to tell me how I've gotten so tall

You weren't there for me when I needed you and I hated you for that

Cause all this time you missed you can't get it back

When I was out there struggling trying to figure myself out

You were suppose to be the one to come in and remove all of the doubt

I'm graduating this year but let me guess you can't come

Why should I expect this time to be different from all the other ones

But it seems I need you more the older I get

I know there is a place in my heart you could fit. 

Do you see how this is affecting me, how much I hurt.

But you not here to dry my tears so they fall upon my shirt

So I ask you this question and for the answer I'll wait and see 

Grandma when I get to heaven will you save a seat for me.

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Satisfaction in an Afternoon

Just as much as the paper oaks layer 
and fall back on shuffling feet 
to crisp up the air of the grayest of days 
leaving the feeling of winter complete 
this is how much I am yearning for you 
stringing my nights with burnt fire flies 
completing my breathing with thoughts of your own 
blown transient and electrified 
Wrapping this scarf of desire much tighter 
knotting the noose in my stride 
Shuffling my feet without purpose or fire 
miserable winter inside 
Stingy of skin to the chill in the air 
Hear you at every turn 
Paper oaks wanting a reason to blow 
their leaves off this infinite yearn.  

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An Ode to the White Dove

Never shall I spot a more precious dove
It’s pure feathers express innocent love.

Wings of unspoken exquisiteness flutter with speed
This divine creature will one day fall to human greed.

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Still His Mother

I am still his mother
My word should matter beyond all other.

If I say no
Then nothing else shall go.

When I tell him yes
Please do not second guess.

I know he is almost eighteen
And pretty soon it won't matter what I mean.

Right now he still lives at home
Soon he will be on his own.

When the time comes for him to go
I will let him, this I know.

At this time he is my only child with me,
My requests, I think, are not that unreasonable, gee.

Once he is on his own away from me,
I promise, I will let him be.

What else is there to say, other
Than that I am still his  mother.

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Creature Feature

Swallow hard or sip your fear
Many different ways my dear
Taste a couple every day
and soon they'll all just slip away
Ooh the dark or closed in places
Higher ground and scary faces
As a child, real they were
gnarled werewolves thick with fur.
Men who swore with raving madness
killed their women, raw with passion
Older shows the blood was grey
Scares me silly to this day
Drink with me around the clock
Shade the windows, make it dark
Cozy now I know we're safe
and yet still I'll hide my face
To the taste, my fear, it's pure
Facing it's the only cure...

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Past Memory Lane

  Yes Wilfredo I do hear it
as I listen with intent,
what has happened to the children
and enchanted time we spent?

Is the past all that we own now
is forever meant to be,
just repeating and repeating
those few years so young and free?

In that lane of dormant memories
where the music swirls around
like a broken record keeping
us forever near it's sound,

Somewhere someone plays tomorrow
on an upright in the hall,
notes that do not need to borrow
words from yesterday at all.

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Too Far Away?


                           “Too Far Away”?
Once upon a time in; the land of primp and pomp;
Lived a group of mixed inhabitants, who often yelled and stomped.
   They sang their little theme songs; to a melody of love;
   Yet sometimes with their comments; perhaps they just might shove.
The ladies had their little circles; of a membership elite;
And they had their welcome wagon; to welcome those they meet.
   The men would grab their banjos; and strum a little tune.
   They claimed to be misunderstood; and their divorce was coming soon.
Mrs. Rothenberg was running; for sheriff of the knoll;
Standing on a platform saying; the incumbent was too old.
   John boy at the daily news; was editor and chief;
   Making sure the type was set; for tomorrow’s new release.
Lady C was president; of “Lend A helping Hand;”
She collected pearls of wisdom; and helped out where she can.
   Mr. T the gambler; was looking for a loan;
   For because of careless gambling; he lost all he once owned.
Out there in the country side; lived the lady of the cups;
She dropped in every now and then; to comment while she sups.
   The villagers came every night; to gather in the square;
   And officials served their famous soup; so all could ease their cares.
Latter in the evening; it was time for open mike;
Some would offer up a poem; while others watched the site.
  People had opinions; of what they had just heard;
  Some would say hurray for you; while others yelled absurd.
One night when the moon was full; marched an army of contempt;
Led by captain doom and gloom, that came to circumvent.
  Documents were shredded; bleakness filled the heart;
  And the peoples inner structure; had been completely torn apart.
So if you come to join them now; bring an offering of love;
And remember captain doom and gloom; when you think you want to shove.

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Time Fighting

I used to think that you were my soul mate. 
I thought that  I had known that since our first date.
I used to feel special and loved, just like a queen.
We never fought , never had a word or thought that was mean.
I took for granted you thought I could do no wrong.
Daydreaming to the radio whenever I hear a romantic song.
Fantasizing that it was you, I just read about in that sultry book.
Knowing that backwards was never a directional option for us to look.
Crying as you slipped onto my finger the most beautiful ring,
Anxiously waiting to see what tomorrow may bring.
Brought us to a life-altering decision and a night full of fun.
Nine months later, it brought us our amazing son.
As time has gone by, it has brought us some difficult times,
Some sweet as chocolate, others, sour like limes.
Bonding us together as a family, sticking together like glue,
Pulling our selves above the nasty, drowning slew.
As the times have gone by, I have started think,
"How long has it been since either has given a wink?"
Realizing that we are no longer the people we used to be,
My eyes are focusing on the real you that I am beginning to see.
Feeling obligated to do as you say, for I don't want be lonely or scared.
Resisting to the ideal of fighting back, as to the temptation of being dared.
You are not the only one that has changed for better or worse, over the years.
For, I have become more aware, gracefully wiping away my unheard tears.
I am not going to pretend anymore, I know that I am not perfect to you
Nor, you are to me. I've tried to change us both till my face has turned blue.
Exhausted from the challenges that we make each other face.
I still want to know that you love me and that I will always have a place.
However, if things can't change and everything is still my fault,
Then, don't even bother, without my combination, you will never open my vault.
Doors will be closing, as new ones open, hopefully not courtrooms, for instance.
If that is what is best for everyone involved, we can still love you, from a distance!
Keep in mind that two very special people think you roped and hung the moon.
Make a whole-hearted decision about the cards on the table, don't fold too soon.
I know we both are fighters, lets hang in there for our family and decide no to quit.
Different perspective, lets fight together not each other, kind of ironic, I admit.

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Settler's moon

   Sweet smoke curling
'round the camp
huddled in the cold and damp
fireside lovers
cuddle  dearer
wolves howl somewhere
circled wagons strong embrace
around the buckskin
and the lace
around the children
of the plains
brave thou cold and wind
and rain
there to find the dream within
to go where no one else
has been.
beneath the chalice of the sky,
the settler's moon
and you and I.

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The Walk

As I walk through the misty rain drenched woods 
I hear the whispers of my ancestors drifting through the trees

I have past here time and again, physically and mentally
The ghosts of deer and many rabbits and squirrels are here

Heavily worn deer trails have been my steady path 
The bases of many old trees have supported me lost in thought

The sound of raindrops pattering the wide leaves my tune
The flicker of winged creatures and the barks of squirrels echo

The sound of running water as I lay to drink from a stream
The hiss of a disturbed rattler and the chill of fear in my bones

The sound of hassling and soft footsteps of my best friend
We have shared these woods on strolls and jogs many a times

Often I have entered this path a very troubled young woman
But, after some time and thought, my troubles soon melt away

I will always remember these fine walks in my dreams
The smell of the damp Earth, insects, and the haunting quiet 

I lie beneath the ground very near my old walking path
I don’t know the name of the man who buried me in this place

He must have watched me frequently before he made his move
Dragging me through the woods, raping, killing, then hiding me

I have felt his presence nearby repeatedly over the years 
Paying me little visits from time to time, ensuring I’m still safe

I have haunteded these paths for many years, just another lonely ghost
Until he releases me, I shall walk these paths and dream of me 

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Haven Sublime

Cinnamon smiles and sleepy cut glass
a blur, flowing colors through windows and passed
Coffee beans crunched into steam in the air
The wind blowing winter through strands of your hair
Mountains in slumber and valleys in hush
Peppermint warmth from the moment we touch
Rest of the world falls in gridlock and twine
but we have found peace in our haven sublime.
Winter is welcome with smores by the fire
We now see the sky, fluid clear with desire
The stars reflect frost on the lawn, in our eyes
With blankets and thermos we head for the skies
Cider and cinnamon, mica cut streams
Breathing in pure like the stuff made of dreams
We polish our souls, unraveling time
for we have found peace in our haven sublime.

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close your eyes and take a deep breath
take everything in and think about what is left
though your heart aches and your mind is exploding
you should never give up especially when you are just learning

relationships come and go
and as you get older you grow
learn from your mistakes
just be yourself and never be fake

live life to the fullest because you are still young
you have plenty of time so everything has just begun
don't waste your life thinking about the past
forget the things that hurt since they didn't last

now you can finally feel free
disregarding all those sorrowful memories
have fun and live by the days
don't think too much for right now everything is okay

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The Execution

The convicts day of reckoning had finally come,
Only hours left he sat in his cell pondering and feeling glum.

Thoughts on what brought him here, and the terrible things he had done.
Just wanting life easy and a life filled with fun.

Sitting in his cell, he hadn’t really thought about dying it seemed so far away,
Then one day he woke up and realized today is the day.

Now time is the issue and his soul still wasn’t saved,
He had heard the story about Jesus and how He had risen from the grave.

All these years he had wasted and now was he too late?
To ask for forgiveness or was hell to be his only fate?

He fell to his knees in his cell all alone,
And cried out to Jesus, Lord please pick up your phone.

Lord the things that I’ve done I know they were wrong and I can’t take them back,
Lord I beg for forgiveness just once before I die I wish to know that at least I tried to get on the right track.

Then something from within felt so warm as he stood to his feet,
Like knowing the meaning of love, this was all new and wonderfully neat.

Just a few minutes later the old preacher entered in with the warden,
And they stood there and sniffed the air and said smells like somebody’s rose garden.

The warden said son it’s time and the preacher started to pray,
And the convict patted the old preacher and said, preacher I’m going to be in a better place before the end of this day.

They strapped him to the gurney and he took his punishment in stride,
With peace on his face as he left this world, not one tear was shed not one person cried.

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Space Age

The mystic lips of the moon
Propelled man to races
Sucked...lost...ended dust
In the silence of darkness

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Etruscan Rose

  Etruscan rose
a purpled blue,
I write a melody for you
Etruscan rose
magenta  shade,
for you this pollonaise 
is played.

Note like petals
spiral down
through Etruria
and "round
ancient ruins
of desire
falling on your
funeral pyre.

where your fragile form
in flames
departed .....
just your heart remains

Amphora ,
classic in design
Etruscan roses there 
entwine. to guard
your heart
as symphonies
and petals

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Time Out

Don't assume I'm out, til the count of ten
I just may get up, and then
While the clock is still tickin'
Give your butt a big kickin' 

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Mother's Father

  He sat on the porch beside his wife
and smoked his pipe and wrote his life
into the mind of every child
a time entranced
a time beguiled,
I can't forget{and this he knew}
about the worlds he wrote and drew.
He gave us time.....was all he had
I hear him still
my old GrandDad.

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Autumn Ambrosia

Oak and maple trees turn to wines
As summer's final sumac twines
To autumn's cool amaretto scent
Among the season's soft lament.

The lattices of amber rose
Turn skeletal with fall's repose.

The final phase of new moon's chill
Brushes autumn upon the hill,
While fall's ambrosia soothes our fears
Of winter's cool crystal chandeliers.

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Take Me Away

The world around us is harsh and cruel yet i have a sanctuary within your arms. 
Every time i feel your embrace i feel immortal to any harm.

You take me to a place where reality is fake and time stands permanently still. I 
try to find the words to tell you this but i know i never will.

Words cant express the feeling I get every time i look at you as you smile. I want 
to make you grin once again and hold you all the while.

Take me away to that far away place where up is down and left is right. Show me 
the mystical land where day is really night.

I want to feel the time stand still and behold your supernatural power. I want the 
decades to roll by with the passing of every hour. 

I want to feel your touch and hear your voice and look upon everlasting beauty. I'm 
powerless in your presence, if I could only find a way for you to see.

To show you how i feel for you and how much i truly care. To show you no matter 
what you do ill always be there.

To dry your tears, to make you smile, and to hold you as you weep. To share the 
laughs, and to keep you safe from the demons that will creep.

To love you more than anyone could ever comprehend. To be with you through it 
all and follow you to the worlds end.

So take me away to that far away place where north is south and east is west. 
Show me that mystical land better than all the rest.

Take me away to that far away place where the only thing i know is true, is that I'll 
be there beside you forever and i will always love you.

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In time gone by...

In time gone by when cavemen were a thing of style
When plunder and pillaging were not thought of as vile
In times gone by when days were of leisure
And more thought was placed on fruitful pleasure
In time gone by when caveman speech was a platinum hit
And oppressing women was not thought of as a  wayward fit

Yes in time gone by when habits were still being formed
 When natures wonders were ripe and full of bloom adorned
And animals traipsed the fertile earth in glee
Without much thought of man making them flee
In this same time gone by when the ultimate power was God
And water was pure and untouched and free
When birds were joyful and happy and on trees
Yes that was a time when earth was honed and pure
When fertile and saturated nature was in spectacular gear

In time gone by when love was sweet and serene
And life was just so incredibly like a dream

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Letter go home

To my dear and dearest friend
that's the way the words begin
time has torn us limb from limb
and now the days are growing dim.
Come and sit here in the yard
come pet the cats,
let down your guard
the fountain of our friendship flows 
forever onward
heaven knows
I'll never be the same again 
but I will always be your friend.

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Free speech

  I ain't got time for rhyming words
I ain't got time for writin
I only mind my farmin herds
and do my share of fightin

I settled all this land around
and cleared the river spring
just so you could set you down
and let your freedom sing.

so write your poems I don't mind
say everything you feel,
just recall those left behind
we buried in the field.

the ones who never wrote a line
but listened when they heard
the declaration read out loud.........
it's not a dream deferred.

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Leaves of Love

   In a locket with an old filligree
there's a photograph 
of you and me
and though time has faded
my smile
I've been loving you
all the while

  In a tintype gone dark and brown
there's a girl in a wedding gown
as she smiles at you
across the years
how that smile can wipe away
those tears

  so let's tender touch and reminesce
as we share our life we'll
share a kiss
as we turn these leaves of love tonight
won't you kiss me dear
and hold me tight.

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Be Still My Love

  Be still my love
and wait for me.

 come fold your hands
upon your knee

 be still my love
and close your eyes
envision angels
in the skies

 be still and dream
of days to come
when we're together
in the sun

you've seen the 
and the night
the birds,the flowers,
all is right.

there's nothing more
you need to see,
be still my love,
and wait
for me.

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Shivers from the cold entered her palms.
Her heart beated slowly as if everything was calm.
Her mind exploded when she's reminded of her past.
Life as a young woman for her never did last.

Tears of joy have never been cried.
No one stood beside her on this rollercoaster ride.
Fate left happiness out of her life.
It only let in what was known as strife.

Her ultimate desire was the love from others,
Yet she received nothing from those around her.
Though there were many people who did care,
She was never truly self-aware.

Life has gone by and she has given up.
It's too late for anyone to even help.
She has decided to stop everything as it is,
Forget all of the lies and all of this.

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Whom I Did Not Love?

Greetings to you, O, lovely sky
Show me my precious butterfly

Here I am before your majesty
Let us live tomorrow in purity

Like we were together yesterday
Watching the sun faded into gray

Time quickly passes
Age, suddenly, increases

Yet still, I am all alone
Sitting on your marble throne

Can’t you see me from above?
As I pronounce to you my love

In my own song of soft falsetto  
Oh, remain to me, not in incognito

So, tell me Athena, my love
Whom I did not love?

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In Time

In time to come I see the beauty of nature
I see the winds so full of exciting fervor
The December rose flourishes in Summer
The sea strays in its own lapsidaisical way

In time to come I see the beauty of peace
I see the people so happy, peaceful and gay
There is laughter as far as the ear can hear
And merriment is the order of the year

In time to come I see serenity and harmony
Where people are judged not for how wealthy they are
There is unity in crowds and untold delight
And malice is a word that has lost its right

In time to come I see the rough winds shudder
For the darling way all behave with one another
There is freedom and wonder wherever you appear
And honesty is a trait we all hold dear

In time to come no anger survives
Where lies and deceit the backdoor have found
There is no fear and disaster here
I hope and pray this day is near

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I've been thinking about me and about you
I think this love affair is just about through
You will never love me like I deserve to be
So I guess that it is time to set me free

I have tried so hard to be that special lover
That you dream of more than you do any other
You haven't fallen in love with me
So I think I should just let it be

Together we have had many good times
But your heart will never be mine
So darling, I hope that she is out there
The one for whom you can really care

Never have I loved a man more than you
Never have I let my heart be broken in two
First time for everything they say
So I guess it is good-bye and I'll walk away

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puzzle pieces

  He poured out the shoebox
onto the floor
he said don't you worry
I have plenty more
  I know that you're in there
I've saved you for years
there's even a cannister
full of your tears
  you'll have to go through it
there's one special case
that's full of the pieces
for most of your face
  I knew you would wake up after a while
and wonder what feller
ran off with your smile
  I know that you threw all these pieces away
but I went through your garbage
and saved them to say
  there will come a time to put on your face
the one that the world sees
get out of this place
  This place of disaster
you've hunkered down in,
the hurricane's over
it's time to begin
  to clean up your act dear
now let's try our best
to pick out the pieces of you from the rest
  I just had to laugh at this crazy surprise!
there was my hearing,there were my eyes!
no wonder everything always was dead,
this guy had a box
with the rest of my head!
we sat down together to pick out the pieces
of sisters and brothers and uncles and nieces
and when we were finished
we had nothing new,
just the rest of old me
who still loves 
the old you.

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Use Time Wisely

Lord, Amid my hurry and my haste, let me be slow but time not waste. For time, is yours alone to give, I must use it wisely while I live. Time, is like an arrow once let fly, that makes it's way across the sky. Retrieve I can't, once it is gone, nor can I save or to others loan. For the time remaining allotted me, may it be used dear Lord, for thee. That as in life where ere I wander, time given me I will not squander.

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Sentiment Slivers

A button collection in an old tin can
A dipping wax model we made of our hands
at the Renaissance Festival, one day in fall
The first sound of Mozart in Benneby Hall
A love note gone crumpled in earthenware pots
A needle thin necklace bedraggled in knots
A wooden carved zebra with amber eye shine
An old Trosser canister for coffee to grind
White toast with butter and honey in stacks
A morning mint sun folding shade on our backs
A summer of tar stains on feet without shoes
while we endeared moments we never would lose
An evening with salt on our skin from the beach
The height of emotion you suddenly reach
when peaches are washed off of sand in the gulf
You sweet and salty and sure of yourself
Seven good friends you can count on your hands
Mango tree sugar in silvering sand
A laugh like your jaws will detach in relief
A twinkle in eyes growing wise in belief
The pocket thesaurus, nineteen twenty two
My eager ambition to be close to you.

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Time is a Juggernaut

Time is a Juggernaut
jostling by
knocking you down
and doesn't care why
  Nudging you off 
of the track you were on
trashing your space
invading your home

  Shoving big features
right in your face
crashing your party
taking your place

  Time's own agenda
Bully takes All!
tripping you up 
just to laugh 
when you fall

  Time takes your family,
time takes your things
time's still around
when the fat lady sings

  waiting outside when
you've had all your fun
time takes you home
and asks what you've done

  It isn't your father
it isn't your friend
But it's all that you want
when you get to
the END.........TIME

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Time Rides a Silver Stallion

Time is a veiled rider that rides a silver horse—
Riding step by step along your chosen course.

At first you take scant notice as you’re free of care—
You feel wind surround you as life tugs your hair.

But then you briefly see him, as he lingers by—
A rustle of pines that slightly catches eye.    

Yet then those middle years seem to come far too soon,
As you’re roping cattle instead of a full moon.  

And before you know it, there is no place to hide—
You glance around to find Time riding by your side.

You spur your horse the harder and laugh in Time’s face—
Watch his silver stallion win that final race.

Your life rides on without you as you pull up lame—
Time rides on alone as you softly call his name. 

Time is a veiled rider upon a silver steed—
Savor all your moments and take all you need.

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A Bouquet of Sighs

  Olives and almonds
and tea in the park
breathing your breath
on a bench
after dark
Smelling the lilacs
that grew in the yard
when you were twenty
and trying too hard
   Now that's the dust 
that blows from your hands
sticks in your throat
and blankets 
your plans
with a layer of hopelessness
etched on your eyes
now you wait 
in the hall
with a bouquet of sighs

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Sweet Dreamers

In wildest dreams, In snow and silence
We speak only whispers, like velvet violence
We curl up our brows, in fashionable distaste
and dive into mirrors with liquid grace
You'll warm by the fire, I'll wish I was there
to sip and discuss all the words in the air
To fill up on secrets, to laugh 'till we cry
A pair of sweet dreamers, that's you and I...

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All Aboard The Carrousel

Twisted it might be 
Yet lovely is what most describe

It might be imagined as a carrousel
For some of its scenes are continual

Beads embed it together
Holding it strong and light as a feather

It's not heavy nor concrete
But, we feel every tone it beats

Many adore it for what they have 
And many adore it because of the people they would never halve

Sometimes, a breeze might change its direction
To moments of affection

It is not an enemy to any of us
It's a symbol we all share and trust

It is a cycle everyone designs in a unique way
It is LIFE each pass through and never slay....

For it is not judged by the way everyday passes
Nor by how long each lives....

But, by the moments spent with every person
By the treasure each engulfs when found....

"It is not length of life, but depth of life" -Ralph Waldo Emerson

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It's the weekend

it's the weekend and It's all my time
time for me to relax and unwind
unwind from the daily grind
the grind of working 9-5

It's the weekend and  I have 2 days of rest
rest that I will need to look my best
my best for this most fabulous date
a date for which I can hardly wait

it's the weekend and It's another Saturday night
a night to go out and trip the lights
the lights that will be flashing all around
all around the dance floor while I'm getting down 

It's the weekend and It seems to go by too fast
too fast, but I want it to last
to last for more than just 2 days
2 days is not enough time to play

It's the weekend and all i can say
is that I have to go to sleep 
for tomorrow's monday

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For every step I take forward
I move two steps backward
For every time I look at a view
My feet somehow seems to end up in poo
For every time I run a mile
I end up totally covered in a smile

But why you ask does this happen to me
I dont know why myself you see
I seem to placate all nature above
For apart from this I have a great love
My feet seem to have a mind of their own
walkin and turnin whenever its dawn

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My own wings

  Just out there beyond the evening
over hills I used to know
there are reasons for believing
things we dreamed of long ago

  Seal your azure love around me
kiss my eyes that I may see
who it is who finally found me
did you come to set me free? 

  are these wings fledged out
for flying?
are these breezes strong and true?
Am I ready for the trying?
come and show me what to do.

  Navigate the generations
spinning backwards
through the years
flying past the stings of winter
reabsorbing all my tears

  Origami folded brightly
fitted close along my spine
paper wings I'm trying nightly
'till I truely make them mine.

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A dolorous mournful miasmic hue,
colors all of my closing days blue, 
sweetness of days gone, 
that can't be retrieved, 
has me missing those souls 
whose death left me aggrieved, 
life should be lived with the relish of youth, 
before old age comes and 
confirms cold deaths harsh truth, 
mark clear the note that philosophers chime, 
get busy with life while you still have the time. 
New York City

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The things that time can do to me; so different am I now;
Time has put me on my knees; and left me asking how.

Long ago I took to flight; like a rocket to the sky;
Now death and caution holds me back; no longer do I fly.

The things that time has done to me; as I rehearse my closing act;
Today my future’s overshadowed; by the weight that’s on my back.

Too late to start all over; but it’s never time to quit;
It seems that all there is to do; is expend my comic whit.

The thing that time now does to me; leaves me wondering why;
Why is it when I call to it; options pass me by.

Desolation is not prevalent; escape can always come;
Even time might look away; it’s then I’ll break and run.

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I have learned so much from you--
I have learned that even with a broken heart time passes, 
I have learned even when you think tomorrow will never come-- 
the sun shines letting you know that even with a broken heart time passes-
I have learned that private means private- I must hide things I want the world to 
I have learned that I forgive and move on even if I do so slow--
I have learned that my heart can be shattered and somehow still beat
I have learned that when sorrow makes me sick to my stomach- something 
makes me eat!
I have learned that perhaps it is best to move on from things left unspoken
I have learned that it doesn't matter how much you love a person your heart can 
still be broken
I have learned that doubt gives you ulcers and thoughts that push you to the brink
I have learned that my heart shatters each time you walk away from me,
 What am I supposed to think?
I have learned patience beyond my wildest dream
I have learned that I am a lover- even if u think I am mean!
I have learned that each hour can bring you to an all time low-
I have learned that out of sight means out of mind also- 
I have learned that being alone sucks more then I ever knew
I have learned that when it comes right down to what you feel for me--
I haven't got a Clue??
I have learned that maybe some things just aren't meant to be-
I have learned that failure is not ever easy to see-
I have learned to be independent- to pick myself up when I fall
I have learned that the hours pass slowly when I am waiting for your call
I have learned to just be-live for the moment- let go of sorrow- laugh more- quit 
worrying so much
I have learned that my shattered heart is healed by your touch --
I have learned to never take a minute for granted to let go of things untrue
and to love like there's no tomorrow these are things I have learned from you--

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Change comes easy to those who seek it 
but a sworn enemy of those who resist it.
Like a swiftly moving mountain stream,
life is transforming whenever it deems.

Seasons come and just as fast they go,
whether rising or falling, all rivers flow.
As you and I have no say on the matter,
better learn to adapt, be fluid like water.

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I Say Good-Bye

I say good-bye to things of the past,
To things I thought would always last.

I say good-bye to the ashes of home,
Its halls no more for me to roam.

I say good-bye to the kitchen table, where at dinner, we all sat,
And to the living room, where everyone would sit and chat.

I say good-bye to the bedroom, where through many storms I sat,
And listened to the rain on the roof going pitter-pat, pitter-pat, pitter-pat.

I say good-bye as I stand and look,
And realize what the good Lord took.

I say good-bye to the things of old,
And into prayer I go, in my lap, my  hands I fold.

I say good-bye to the things I'd lost,
And realize the  sacrifice was worth the cost.

I say good-bye to what I see,
And thank God I've still got my family.

I say good-bye and I feel liable,
That the only material survivor was the Hoy Bible.

I say good-bye to the bed, where at night I lay,
And sometimes take a nap during the day.

I say good-bye to the freedom I loved,
The freedom, I'd known.

I say good-bye to the freedom that I harbored,
The freedom that, over the years, had grown.

I say good-bye to the freedom I had known,
To the freedom I had thought was my own.

I say good-bye to the things of old,
To see them no more, or so I'm told.

I say good-bye to the memories so grand,
Taken from me by God's own hand.

I say good-bye to things so beloved, so sweet,
Only the building process, we must repeat.

I say good-bye, and realize there is soil to turn and fields to reap,
There's so much to do, I have but little time to sit and weep.

I say good-bye, and though I'm sad,
I know there'll be no other.

I say good-bye and give you the culprit, or so I hear,
He was my very own, dear brother.