My knees were the things that
kept me up and my skin is my
cutting board my eyes are the
rain clouds to the fire running
down my arms and my heart is
the fire place that keeps me
burning so calm
Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul
at this season.
Equatorial island exploring its amazed
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next
Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma
Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.
At event of recreation, campfire were
Nobody around us, private moments
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again
Hand in hand danced with the soothing
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her
Expecting the light around us to be dim.
The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand
She looked too pretty in her gold lame
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!
Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.
Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout
life in this lovely weather.
Will be your shadow, because your pain
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry
me, my Kindred Soul?
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
21 February 2013
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
comatose commas thought April too lenient;
birth was postponed until June,
provided preference for instant coffee
or selfless gratification,
minus the flack fouled narcolepsy,
however insistent …
as cardboard mansions collapsed under oath,
if under cardiac-arrest,
below if not adjacent to, the end,
regardless of means…
Copyright © William Ward | Year Posted 2006
"Sentenced to hang in the town of Lincoln,
Billy made his bold escape.
Both of his guards died from thinking,
that a shackled young boy couldn't break away."
I've often wondered what thoughts were going through his head
as he stood staring out that window chained to the floor by his bed,
watching the gallows being built that would soon seal his fate.
Was he planning at that very moment his greatest escape?
Did he already know that his hanging would never come to be?
Was he already aware that before night fall, once again he'd be free?
Whatever his thoughts, they were interrupted rudely
by Deputy Bob Ollinger, one of his guards while in custody.
"Word has it you said that if we ever met again you'd kill me on the spot.
Well here I am Kid. Now's your chance. Show me what you've got.
It's a shame that you'll hang in another week or two,
because I'd love to be the one who gets to kill you.
I've got silver dimes in the barrells of my shotgun.
I'd love to try them out on you, but I can't unless you run.
If I free you from those chains will you run for the door?
Oh by the way Kid, your Ma was one sweet filthy whore.
I'll kill you before you hang Kid. That's a sure bet."
"Be careful Bob," said the Kid, "I'm not hung yet."
Bob thrusted his shotgun hard into Billy's gut.
The Kid looked up at him in pain and said, "Now what?"
"Don't do it Bob," Bell screamed angrily, "or you'll be the one who'll hang for sure
for killing an unarmed boy in cold blood who was chained helplessly to the floor.
It's time for the other prisoners
to be escorted across the street to be fed. The Kid's not going anywhere.
He's chained to the floor by his bed.
Anyway, I took the prisoners last so now it's your turn.
Go and have yourself a beer
and I'll stay here
and guard the Kid until you return.
Bob Ollinger placed his shotgun into the gun rack.
Before he left, he said to Billy, "I'll see you when I get back."
No one can say for sure if the above scenario ever truly took place,
but one thing's for sure.
Ollinger tormented Billy at a merciless endless pace.
They were enemies who fought against each other
during the Lincoln County War.
Ollinger was in the posse that murdered John Tunstall,
Billy's employer, friend and mentor.
"I have to use the privy Bell," Billy said to the deputy.
Bell kept his rifle trained on Billy as he tossed him the key.
Billy unlocked the chains that kept him bound to the floor.
Still in handcuffs and leg irons, Bell escorted Billy out the door.
Billy entered the outhouse closing the door behind him.
"Let's not take too long in there Kid," Bell said with a friendly grin.
While in the outhouse,
Billy managed to slip one of his hands out of his handcuffs.
"You fall in there Kid?" Bell laughed,
"You've been in there long enough."
"I'm coming out now Bell," Billy said opening the door.
"Sorry I took so long Bell. I must have ate something bad for sure."
Deputy Bell then escorted Billy back to the jail cell.
Once inside, Billy spun around and smacked hard Deputy James Bell.
Bell lost his balance, dropped his rifle and was momentarily stunned.
"Hands Up Bell!," the Kid yelled. In his hand was a gun.
Please, please don't do it Bell," Billy pleaded, but Bell tried to run.
The Kid had no choice but to do what had to be done.
He shot and killed Bell, then quickly got Ollinger's shotgun.
The Kid never found pleasure in killing,
but Ollinger would indeed be the exception.
Knowing that Ollinger heard the gunfire, Billy stood by the window
and waited for Ollinger to appear in the street down below.
One senior named Godfrey saw Bell fall dead down the stairs.
The moment probably gave Godfrey a few more gray hairs.
Ollinger ran out into the street as Godfrey screamed,
"The Kid's killed Bell!"
Ollinger looked up into both barrels of his own shotgun
and muttered, "..and now he's killed me as well."
"Hello Bob!," Billy called out with a song in his heart
just prior to blowing Bob Ollinger apart.
He blasted both barrels into Ollinger's chest and face.
Pieces of old Bob lay scattered all over the place.
Billy snapped his shotgun in two, threw it at him but missed.
"You'll never rifle me again," he screamed, "you son of a bitch!"
On the balcony he addressed the crowd whose jaws hung agape.
"I do not want to hurt anyone,
but I will kill anybody who tries to prevent my escape."
In the office he found a sledge hammer
and smashed the chains of his leg irons free.
He told Godfrey to fetch him a fast horse immediately.
As he walked down the stairs, he came upon Bell's lifeless body
and many eyewitnesses admit
that the Kid looked upon him and said somewhat tearfully,
"I'm sorry I killed you Bell, but couldn't help it."
As Billy mounted the horse
the chains of his leg irons startled the beast.
The horse bucked violently throwing Billy down onto the street.
He was at this point his most vulnerable laying down on the ground.
The crowd could have overtaken him easily,
but none made a move or a sound.
One might think that they were all too terrified to subdue him immediately,
but the truth is that he was so loved by so many
that they all just let him go free.
Once again Billy mounted the horse
and fled with the sound of his leg iron chains ringing.
Many claim that as he rode out of Lincoln County
that they heard the Kid singing.
Billy had escaped danger so many other times in his past,
but this was his greatest escape ever.
It would also be his last.
It was a few days after the Kid's great escape,
when the following happened to Sheriff Pat Garrett's dismay.
A stranger rode into the town of Lincoln,
with the same horse that the Kid stole for his escaping.
The stranger approached Garrett and said, 'Excuse me partner,
"Billy said that you would return this horse to its rightful owner."
.....just another example of the Kid's unique sense of humor.
Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2016
"Hello Bob!" were the very last words
that Deputy Robert M Ollinger heard
just before he got blown away
by William H Bonney, during the Kid's greatest escape.
Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2016
(This is a fictional poem)
My neighbor played an April fools' prank when he called me and said I won a
I was furious when I learned it was all fake.
When he said April fools', you should've heard the names he got called.
I happen to be his barber and when he comes in my shop, I'm going to shave
Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2007
If I were you.
I'd give head too go against the current
Like you say you do to
In my view
On my bed.
Would you live that way
I thought you said
Go wild run naked.
Rest under trees bearing fruit.
Or doesn't make sense.
No it was money is knowledge..now
I never pulled your applied treasured
Independent minor self esteem imposing lenses
So the free
Fly with it
To settle the dispute
Between the father, time, and mother, earth
Death, reflections, desert,
Rhinos and tigers.
Can you do it, for a lifetime.
But you won't
That ill bet
You never could
Sad you think
We would only relate in this way
You sought the phoenix
But never saw the cage.
And that's what keeps you thinking.
Im out of inspiration.
But cant get in.
Fire for fire
Dances like water.
Its in my head
Youre no where near
We are over with.
Cause this entry to
No assurance my game.
No pressure no rules. Native.
I said immanent
For a reason thats Adamant
Two steps ahead but
Other wise there would be
No ladder no burden to carry
No castle no energy
Feeling me up
Had ya coming down now
Its too late
And the damage is
Forever grateful for what you done
Now you can go home.
To feel good to.
With someone else.
Bored and completely fascinated
The opinions of a narcissist
Mean nothing to me.
Except that I like em
keep em coming,
Copyright © or dallas | Year Posted 2016
Not even an answer
Not even an Answer,
Just one single hard lesson.
One that must have been watching me all day long.
Waiting, there in the shadows
While I picked up rocks in the corrals,
or maybe when I was clearing the sinuses of troughs,
with compressed air and trowel
Not even an answer
Just a cold silence, as the lesson slowly crawled up my leg
biting me with needle tipped feet
Getting under my skin
Running down my spine.
Eyeballing the hairs on the back of my neck with hungry eyes
while they stand up, huddled like sheep in the night.
Not even an Answer
There were nine saddles in the barn
All generations old.
Along with a bit with the letters U.S. Cavalry on the side
1865 I'm told.
Found on the ground amongst the fallen horse's bones.
The arrow tip, long returned to the earth after piercing his heart.
The desert shadows rising and falling with the days and years.
Until it was stumbled upon and brought to hang in the barn.
Not even an Answer
When the barn fell and the flames died
and all that remained were fumes of home and history
The boss asked “What happened?”
But as the wind continued.
I couldn't speak.
Copyright © Trey Pearson | Year Posted 2016