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Time to Remember

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In the pauper's field, the wild cornflowers bloomed,
nature's timeless blessing on those entombed.


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The Darkness at Noon

The Darkness at Noon


Taps -  echo hollowly
over the grey stones,

acrid odor of gunpowder
stings all memory,

flag, creased, folded,
presented.

A last salute.
A darkness at noon.


John G. Lawless
4/22/2014


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Goodbye Granddad

Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels. 

Just turn back the time, I just want a moment. 
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it. 

I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate. 

A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control. 

Just keep it together, it's what he would want. 
They all say the same, but I stand in front. 

Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails. 

Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season. 

I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try. 

I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss. 

World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled. 

Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease. 

A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.

Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend. 

God has a plan, fool-proof to the core. 
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more. 

-Yours Truly


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P B and J

When I think of famous duos, these two come to mind
No, it's not two lovers , nothing of the kind

No famous stars strolling down a red carpet walk
Reporters following them, hoping for tomorrow's gossip talk

But they've been around to feed us a quick meal in a bind
Or to eat just for fun and they come in more than one kind

First those two fresh pieces of white wonder bread
Creamy peanut butter onto each one is carefully spread

Next choose the jelly - grape is usually mine
But there is also strawberry, apple and many others are fine

Put it all together with jelly dripping down your chin
A big glass of cold milk, let the feast begin!

Yes, I think this duo is one worth the mention
Although, it might not get all that very much attention

©Donna Jones




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Dreams

Sweet dreams are found, in the purple sheen
Of a lady's skin, where egg and seed convene

On the darkest night, or upon a foggy shore
Moon, stars guide you, to where Angels soar

Earths sky's the canvas, for thoughts to explore
Without obligatory words, you can create the decor

Find sweet dreams, passion and lust will overwhelm
Choose your words carefully, as your taking the helm

As you Paint your thoughts, in words, time can't erase
Bodies and souls will entwine, a willing lovers embrace

Moon sinks into earth's horizon, as your picture's seen
The formula for sweet dreams, is at the geometric mean


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Happy Mother's Days

A mother's holiday should be everyday,
To show you the thanks I wish to repay. 

A million word poem could never consist,
Of all that you do - a lifetime of lists. 

So Ill keep it short - a miniature report.
To convey my gratitude for all your support. 

Preparing this thank-you, builds tears in my eyes.
The bulletproof bond we share never dies. 
 
Countless memories we've made as a pair,
Has given me more than I can compare

Your lessons of chivalry I've cherished so dear.
You've molded my heart to love with no fear. 

Your lullaby songs that put me to sleep,
Created a herd of infinite sheep. 

Happy Mother's Day Mom, I hope you enjoy.
Much love from your son, your grown baby boy. 

- Yours Truly


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Baby Shalom's Shattered Dreams

Daddy, mommy, why are you laying me down on the grave?
I was dreaming before that you’ll be putting me in my cozy crib.

Are you so remorseful and that's the reason you are crying?
I’m only five months old trying to understand  your feeling.

You got married so young and you didn’t know what to do
You didn’t  take care of me in your womb but, still I love you so.

I was dreaming and wishing you to nurture me with your love
Give all the things I need until I grow and make you proud.

I am so deeply wounded,  but I forgive you with what you did
I’ll just be your little angle to guide you both and your next kid.

As we bid  goodbye then , bring with you my shattered dreams
I do plead, to my brothers or sisters make them whole again.

Daddy, mommy, thank you so much for my very  beautiful name
Don’t forget your Baby Shalom whose love will forever be the same.




First Place
Contest: Unborn Babies Dream
Judged: 10/14/2012
Poet Sponsor: Scribe Marlon Linton

Written: Oct. 11,2012


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Cactus Heart

You would assume I am thirsty in this dire heat,
Or that my needles would cause others to quickly retreat,
You would conclude that my flowers were only for show
Or that if someone didn’t water me I would never grow,
But what you don’t see in plain eye sight
Is that I am flourishing with waters of integrity and might,
Under these thorns you call choked up defenses
Breeds the strength to survive all forms and pretenses,
To you I require little maintenance… but I know better,
I know how to absorb all I need in good and bad weather,
For I was strategically placed in this atmosphere,
All I need dwells in my structure enabling me to stay clear
Of beasts that lurk when sandstorms arise,
When mirages start to mesmerize,
When signs and wonders appear in fallen skies,
And soldiers forget to break ancient soul ties,
I stand my post and flaunt my spikes,
A cactus heart survives all flights.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: In a Very dry Place
Contest: Forgot


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When Fate Decides

When fate decides to bring you love
Clouds moved to show the stars above

You the crowning jewel of the stratosphere
Your breath of incense pervade the atmosphere 

None to compare at such radiant comeliness 
If I should fail you I crave your forgiveness

I’d be heartbroken if I should ever lose you
Because I feel I am wearing the luckiest shoe

I thank fate that of all I was the chosen one
To reciprocate the love of one second to none

 


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Don't Give Up

Don't give up, fight till the end
I'll be by your side, always a friend
We will be side by side till morning appears
We'll stand there for when, the victory cheers
 
We are the army of freedom, death we don't know
We will fight all the day, our banner will flow
We left behind a wife and a strong hearted son
Until this war is over, and victory we won
 
We have won this battle, the war has come
We will stand hard and strong and never shall run
So come on my brothers sing the victors song
If you don't know the words then just follow along
 
We are the army of freedom, death we don't know
We will fight all the day, our banner will flow
We left behind a wife and a strong hearted son
Until this war is over, and victory we won
 
Now remember me brothers death came to show
Please tell my wife and my son they should know
I gave up my life, but the war now is won
My time here has ended, and God knows I'm done
 
Just know I'll stand next to you until the morning appears
I'll hold up your rifle, and settle your fears
I'm right here beside you just as a friend
I'll stand next beside you until its the end


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Racks On Reindeer

Racks on reindeer scissor high.
Santa's raised into the sky.
Red clad jacket; red clung toque.
A cute old man you'd call a kook.
With wired frames of bottled glasses
and long bent scarf that waves in passes.
His snub-like nose a faded rose
to match his cheeks and famous pose.
White bulging beard of bouncy motion
yet pepper smeared as though with lotion.
and bold blue eyes that twinkle flakes
and rest below his two brow cakes.
A golden bag with golden ropes
in burlap stitched in seams and slopes.
Holding reins of soft black leather
in pearl white gloves for every weather.
And should you see him for his cause.
Remember...
Christmas comes with Santa Claus.


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Sleep just for awhile

         Hush sweet baby please don’t cry         
     I’ll sing you a love sweet lullaby

    Never mind the boogie in your head
        Come lay on top of your silken bed

                      Sweep out things you can’t understand
                             As I play this song on the Baby grand 

                     You are quite special can’t you see
                    Many try to change like you to be

      So never think any less of your self
   Please come back being the naughty elf

Come let me sip water coconuts
From the word palm tree besots

            You have slept long enough
                 Grab your pillows shake and fluff

It’s just not the same without you
Please don’t send me to sleep too


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Under Vincents Starry Night

You sought to spread God’s holy word
But Vincent, your voice went unheard 

To another passion you turned
In that fire, oh how you burned

The whirlwinds of your troubled mind
Were birthed onto your canvass fine

As sweeping twirls up in the sky
Vincent, you tried to reason why

You fought to ease away your pain
You daily tried to remain sane

Brilliant yellow dripped from your brush
Brought on by the absinthe hush 

Of the dread toxin, not aware
But it added to your despair 

Flowers your brush strokes brought to life
You struggled on despite the strife

Those vibrant colors, vivid hues
Did not provide your daily dues

Only one painting did you sell
Tormented in a poor man’s hell

Many self-portraits, but who knew
To save money, yourself you drew

Your own model, a looking glass
The hours you did slowly pass

Sweet Vincent, your dear troubled mind
A quiet haven could not find 

If I could travel back in time
I’d give you rest in love sublime

Vincent, she turned your love to jest
Yet still you tried, you tried your best

All around you, beauty you saw
Your legacy- my heart’s in awe

Brilliant colors dipped in your dreams
But who could hear those inner screams?

“Starry Night” turned to blackened sky
You bled to death, still wondering why

The world can be so harsh and cruel
They see the rough, and not the jewel

Your brilliant blue eyes still live on
Now that all your demons have gone

Now the whole world knows who you are
Vincent, the yellow orb, the star

I walk beneath your “Starry Night”
My saddened soul to fill with light

For your troubled mind, I still weep
The fight to stay sane, mine to keep

Famous finally after death
Vincent, you take away my breath.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

How I love Van Gogh! Why? Because of the beauty that  poured out of his troubled mind. I feel an affinity with him. He suffered from epilepsy and some believe that he was bipolar due to the sheer volume of work produced during fits of mania. A troubled mind...not everyone has the fortitude to deal with a troubled soul. I should know. Every time I hear the song "Starry Starry Night" by Don Mclean..I want to cry to purify my soul. "But I could have told you Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you." Here is the link. Listen to it, and remember me:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxHnRfhDmrk

Here is a quote from Vincent: "We spend our whole lives in unconscious exercise of the art of expressing our thoughts with the help of words."


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In silence you came

No jingles,  no bells
in silence you came.
No shopping hype,
holy was the night.

No cannons,  red  carpets,  
you came as child, 
to bring us close to Father, 
on this silent night.


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To Langston

To you, Langston, I pay my dues
You paint my world in lovely hues

Your words a balm to troubled soul
Whose dreams like yours, remain on hold

Langston, I stand behind the wall
I stand here too, feeling so small

Please teach me how to get on through
Teach me, Langston, to be like you

A “Dream Keeper” you claim to be
Keep the “rough hands” away from me

Like me, you wrote of ending life
Sick of injustice and the strife

Though often like me, your soul torn,
Said, “But for livin' I was born”

Heartbroken, and about to cry
You wouldn't let her see you die

“Life is fine, fine like wine, life is fine”
Yes, Dear Mr Hughes, it is sublime

I wish you had not died, my dear
When I was born, same month and year

But know your words are yet alive
Your passion and thoughts make me thrive

Here’s looking at you, Mr. Hughes
You do help chase away my blues

“The night comes gently black like” you
I wish you knew, I love you true!!!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Dream Keeper

"Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world."

Langston Hughes


As I Grew Older

It was a long time ago. 
I have almost forgotten my dream. 
But it was there then, 
In front of me, 
Bright like a sun- 
My dream. 
And then the wall rose, 
Rose slowly, 
Slowly, 
Between me and my dream. 
Rose until it touched the sky- 
The wall. 
Shadow. 
I am black. 
I lie down in the shadow. 
No longer the light of my dream before me, 
Above me. 
Only the thick wall. 
Only the shadow. 
My hands! 
My dark hands! 
Break through the wall! 
Find my dream! 
Help me to shatter this darkness, 
To smash this night, 
To break this shadow 
Into a thousand lights of sun, 
Into a thousand whirling dreams 
Of sun!

Langston Hughes 

PS...I love this poet. I love his work. I love his spirit. If you get a chance, read his poem, Life is Fine...He was jilted by his girlfriend and tried to commit suicide but in the end, he decided that life was too good to waste! ;) I made a reference to this in my poem. Amazing....Also, read Dream Variations or Dreams....I love this man! :)





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How Many Times

How many times does God forgive,
Again and again, please just live,
How many times, can you fall down,
Over and over, you’ll be found,
How many times will I just pray,
For all your pain to go away,

For you were once my dearest friend,
In my heart your presence ends.

How many days go quickly bye,
How many birds sing when they cry,
How many cherubs fight for you,
How many angels dance the blues,

How many demons tried to take,
How many stripes for our mistakes,
How many times could I confess,
I never loved you any less
I never loved you any less.


How many times does God forgive,
Again and again, please just live,
How many times, can you fall down
Over and over, you’ll be found’
how many times will I just pray,
for all your pain to go away,

For you were once my dearest friend,
In my heart your presence ends.


By: Sabina Nicole
Written: For DRS


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Sally

Sally gave me an eggroll
when business had died-down.

One small and glistening eggroll
to take away my frown.

Thank you Sally; you generous Sally,
whom the dollar has no meaning.

You've bent the rules and made man fools;
and taken them out for cleaning.


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Sally version 2

Gracious Sally; my black haired Sally.
You've dawned a bright red cap.
My chicken balls; my coffee please.
A fortune before my nap.
You've tinged your bell; the coffees ready.
The customers turn their heads.
It's you I see; you waiting free!
with chicken balls in their breads.
And when at cash you call for me
and nod a tray you pass.
That after money and after thanks
your smile comes with a laugh.


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So Many

So many surviving,
Desperation is driving
Impulsive decisions
In need of emotional circumcision,
So many astray
In a world of disarray
Polluted by deception
In need of a spiritual resurrection,
So many sedated
Zombies that have mated
Domino effect
When the substance causes havoc
So many in a daze
From their lies and heathen ways
False comfort, counterfeit light
Consuming all their appetites
So many in chains
From years of hurt and pain
Paralyzed by the one
Who was cast out of the sun
So many bleeding
Yet they are doing the leading
Cannibals are feeding
Not listening to those who are pleading
So many, so many,    run away
Traded their birth right for moments of gray,
Tranquilizers to disguise
The torment they hold deep inside
So many forgot,
That blood was shed to remove their spots
Tormented  souls who have fallen down
Those who found out no one was around
So many isolated,
Infected with self-hatred
Pride comes before the fall
There is only one who can save them all
Only God can make them whole
Give them a purpose and a goal
So many drowning in their fears
In pure ignorance they don’t see clear.

By: Sabina Nicole


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The Difference My Life He Did Make

The Difference My Life He Did Make

Precious are the memories which lift my soul
Soring to heights of remembered laughs
The joys having made eternal will always last
Good experiences for the lessons I did learn 
This life of a man who shared in kind
For in his living day by day
This man helped me in showing the way
A way of living as a better husband father and man
A way of living that I might stand
To stand tall for family friendship and right
That from this day-forth his trodden path reflects light
Light to shine when worries I do care
Light to glow my path when in despair
I rejoice to know the difference my life he did make


In remembrance of my Father-In-Law
Poem by Mark A. Goodson (son-in-law)
10/26/2012


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Jada Mortensen

And so she was the girl from Bair.
With ocean eyes and golden hair.
Of heavy heart and light despise
Of cupid's dart and winter's cries.
There came a day when things did end.
Around the corner of the bend
There came a truck and in dispair
The loudest word was spoken there.
And so she left to who knows where.
Whilst many cried because they cared.
She roams around in circles too,
And whispering winds and skies of blue.
We raise our glass towards the sky
And smile a memory although she died.
No tears tonight, not ever one.
For there she rests inside the sun.
She is okay we know for sure.
In better days to now endure.
And so she was the girl from Bair
With clemency; a heart so fair.
And as we lay in bed and sigh,
I'd like to say to you Goodbye.

Rest In Peace Best Friend
11-21-1996 ~ 06-21-2011


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Humble for my own sake

I do not turn the other cheek,
so you can boast in my defeat,
I do not love my enemies
with but a smile, but earnestly,
I humble my once proud heart
in hopes to reach maturity.
Ive had my share of battles fought,
and scars to show for lesson taught
still no reason conceit
will ever I pursue or seek.

I do bless when others curse
to show my weakness with remorse
but I becomes a broken horse.
Following my master's righteous course.
I find no joy in any pain
but I pursue knowledge to gain
an ever steadfast path in life
not dictated by my strife,
so I do none of these for you
but for my certain peace of mind
that when I'm struck down by another
my heart still knows how to be kind.


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revolution will

The revolution will come bit-by-bit
freedoms for securities, a stock split

The revolution will not be streamed
things aren't always what they seem

The revolution will occur in silent din
future different from what has been

The revolution will certainly be cloned
both rich and poor will be bemoaned

The revolution will not be boxed
change refuses to be outfoxed 

The revolution will make us worse
and better too - our coin's obverse

The revolution will not be painless at all
but a deep gut pain in abdominal wall

The revolution will be bloody and clean
when we're overtaken by our infernal machine

The revolution will be from inside out
'cause that's what revolution is all about

The revolution will be beyond comprehension
when people point out, a point of contention

The revolution will not be equal for all
many will rise, as, many will fall

The revolution will not be streamed
The revolution will not be Tubed
The revolution will not be Twittered
The revolution will not be podcast
The revolution will - 'til next revolution - last

The revolution will be, in the long run, forgiving
The revolution will be -- in our living
The revolution will begin - and be, in you

© Goode Guy 2013-03-09

http://www.gilscottheron.com/lyrevol.html


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That Dog

-Dedicated to Abby (written in 3rd grade, okay.) 


there was a dog
she was my friend
she wasn't "just a mutt"
she always came when you called her name
and she always looked left and right 
before she crossed the street at night
i loved her so much
but now she's gone
that dog was special
that dog was sweet
she wasn't a "mutt"
she wasn't a "full-breed"
she was my friend
she's still in my heart
she's still in my mind
she's sitting, listening all the time
always with me
always there
not always licking my hair,
but there.


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SHE IS STILL THERE WITH YOU

In Ecclesiastes Chapter 3 it lets us know under the sun there is a time for everything,
 a time to dance, a time to sing,
 a time to mourn, a time to cry,
 a time to live, there is even a time that it’s ok to question why? 
Why Lord did you take her? Why did she have to go away? 
Why when we loved her and needed her, why couldn’t she stay?
 And if you listen to the small still voice as he whispers in your ear,
 I believe these are the words that you might hear….
My child you love her but I love her too, and you may not believe this but Heaven needed her much more then you can see,
she has a place prepared for her here with me, 
she is my special angel ,  she still has a works to do, and her earthly body just wouldn’t sustain,
it was causing her so much hardship and pain, 
It hurt me to see my daughter that way and it left you open for hell brimstone fire and rain, 
so I intervened seeing you needed the protection guidance and love that she gave you so good while she was able to fight, 
I had to! The pain in her flesh was keeping her from doing the job right! 
So I done a works when I called her home not just for her, but for you too, 
You see my dear child she is the guardian Angel that I have appointed to you, 
now she hurts no more, yet she is still there to protect, guide, and nourish you, 
so don’t worry she is not far from you, 
right now you may not believe me, 
but in days to come it will become clear and you will see, 
for Heaven has its angel back, her mansion she has claimed, 
and when the wind blows you will hear her calling your name, 
you will feel her showering you with love in the midst of the rain, 
and you will even feel the warmth of her embrace,
as the sun makes its way thru the clouds and shines upon your face, 
when all of this comes to pass then you will understand and know that my words are true, 
when I say she has not left….. She is still there with you!

										Wbmjr432014@113pm
									Dedicated to Marjorie Black our Angel!


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Everyday is father's day

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You are my Days my glowing bright Daze You are my Night my shining armored Knight You are my Son my daily rising Sun You are my Peace you are the final Piece Every Day is Father’s Day


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Heart of the Valiant: Thirteen Monks


Thirteen men of doubt we were; forsaken from our own minds.
We weren't like our masters. We were like raw iron with no grind.
Without any experience and faith, we seemed weak to all.
Yet, we were the thirteen that were said to hear the call.

We were mined from our deposits, and forged into a force.
A force of will, strength, faith, and courage, we were no longer coarse.
Thirteen men of strong will we became; the force of serenity.
Our offense being water, and defense being earth, this was our identity.
 
War has broken loose. The greediness of man stole our lands.
As thirteen we were chosen; to risk life for peace while we stand.
Against one-thousand men, while outnumbered, we were still stronger.
Our twenty-six hands turned to that of ten-thousand. We took doubt no longer.

One-thousand men defeated, but no lives taken; the hand of peace spoke.
Will is never lost. It is only found. When attained, men are one not broke.
Thirteen guardians of courage we remained; from ore to edge.
Thirteen men of realization we became. Of peace and faith we pledge. 


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WHEN ROY SANG

A song came on the jukebox and we listened with intent
He sang "Only The Lonely" with a voice that was heaven sent
I was only in eighth grade, a few years from being a man
There was "Blue Angel" and "I'm Hurtin' " and I became a die hard fan
We'd go downtown to the Coffee Cup to hang out and have some fun
Play some music and have a soda, "Running Scared" was number one
"Crying" is still a favorite, played "Candy Man" and "Dream Baby" so loud
I was mesmerized the first time I heard Roy Orbison sing "The Crowd"
There was "Evergreen", Working For The Man" and "Leah" in the year of 62
"In Dreams" , "Falling" , "Distant Drums" and I still love "Blue Bayou"
Roy rocked the house with "Mean Woman Blues"
"What'd I Say" made us put on our dancing shoes
"Indian Summer", "Indian Wedding", "She Wears My Ring"
"Oh Pretty Woman", "It's Over", "Goodnight" Roy would sing
When Roy sang "Lana" it would tear you apart
Don't forget "Breakin' Up is Breakin' My Heart"
When Roy sang, you didn't know which song to choose
He'd make you rock, make you cry, make you feel the blues
When Roy sang, he'd put a smile on your face
When Roy sang, the world seemed a better place.

Tribute to the greatest, bar none, singer song writer of all time.