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Details | Epic | |

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

ONE WORD~

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my mind,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my veins,
                                   
A silica odor, dust walks through a fresh desert night, 
Cool air beneath and above the sea.
A warm furnace smell, I don’t understand.
Intricate to rise and receive without knowing.
Up ahead in a virtue distance, 
A mysterious poisonous effluvium light-     
My face feels like a leaf'
My sun holds up its own pendulum rods. 
Inflammation comes and settles in for the night,
There it stands in a pertinacious manner, with quality.  
I resurrect this air created from madness, all over again.
Twilight, rain stranger than strange.
Visions, pursue my path into an infested dark pasture.
"From the red Heaven I fell into the waters of a cobalt Hell"

Perhaps this venerable moment, will pass slower than slow.
PERHAPS NOT!
If I accept, and then decline.
Would this balance the precocious state I live in?
How about when wrong directions follow my promiscuous ways.  
Is my conglomeration of ideas, no longer safe?	
When I no longer value the values of the young.
Will I sleep at the mercy of his ancient heart.
They're the voices give and take from our health. 

Today, those soft, perfect eyes are calling from far away,
Ashes high, vapors and infection welding me.
The bright skies swallow every thin silver line,
Where the clouds sit somehow~ in bacteria….
UNITY! 
YES UNITY! Fantabulously-fantastic!
Always, wanting more than love can touch.

We are living' it up with no alibis!
A way to be and not to BE!
The champagne leaves their cup.
Awaken in a life, disturbed ~ NOW INTERRUPT!
Only in this world, lava will reach her lips.
Prisoners and doers; 
All night…. Too late for a treatment.
Lungs, decaying, evil rats. 
Direction, affection, ending all the inhalation.

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my lungs,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Flat-lined my life ____/\ /\___ ___/\______/\___ _______________

By; pd


Details | Narrative | |

The Drying Of The Ink

No longer at desk the typewriter has been given 
it's final rest.
As he cant recall the day or year.

The once strong mind is closed the body
but a museum or tribute to what once was.
he his home but locked within himself.

Vist's from thoose who once knew the man 
are like people viewing a body at a wake.
he calls from within the shell for for release.

Yet his lips will not move his voice never sounds.
Inside he burns for the chance to run as the river
chases the sea.

To be the man they never knew and the one he 
could admire and both despise.

The page sits in typewriter like a willing 
eager lover in bed. 
Waitting in stockings that cling to delicate thigh.
the tears escapes it's minds prison.

He thirsts for it like a drunk for that morning drink
of whiskey waitting hands held togather trying
to keep from shaking.

He sits as a painter without hand.
watching the most beautiful sunset fade without 
a chance of ever capturing this moment.

The ink is drying he feels it everyday.
Soon he hopes like the dust that does gather
he will be swept away.


Details | Rispetto | |

Purple Horizon Proud

The sun rose bright red not a dark cloud in sight
           Few whispy cotton clouds spread around blue sky
Redtail Hawk in sky left nest for morning flight
          On those cold air currents he did swiftly fly

Door was opened by east north easterly wind
           Letting out illness, death, want_then in comes health
The sun set covered in dense clouds_cold its shroud
           Will it rise in morn purple horizon proud


Details | Free verse | |

Worst Love Poem Ever Written

I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

 
I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the internet
Filled with cheesy generic rhymes
That read like a Hallmark audition

  But already my metaphors are melting
And my similes are getting soft
 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

 When I went to Google
And the typed in the word 'happy'
Three billion links came up

Not a single inference to
Breast cancer, hair loss
No redirects to mastectomies
Yahoo wasn't any kinder

 
The only thing research could teach me
Is that a good day on chemo
Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black
And has no blood in it

Or when your urine
Smells better on Wednesday
Than it did on Tuesday

Sleeping less than 12 hours
When 24 would be better

  
America has more poets
Than it does alcoholics
   And Pot smokers combined
And you chose me to be
Your Breast Cancer
Poet Laureate

Trusting me to write a poem
About the biggest battle in your life

So I refuse to finish this poem
Without something bright and hopeful
 
And don't think
I didn't notice your Facebook activity
Had decreased by 88%
In the last three months

 
And you aren't really
Coming to any more of my poetry shows
Ever again. Are you??
But we still have March, April
Don't we?

 
But even if you had one breast
Or no breast

Or if you had less hair than I do
I promise to look only in your eyes
And never ever even notice
Or even think about it

And never for a moment
Would I feel sorry for you

Yes I suck at lying too...

 
But I don't suck at loving you
Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning
 With no Cancer at all
And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside
Your bedroom window...

And I would be right there with you
Holding your hand while we look down on Paris
And you can impress me with your French again

 
And if I ever make it
To the Pulitzer Poetry board
I might lose a thousand points
Just for this poem alone

And my hopes for the prize will be smitten
And some old person 
With white hair will say
That was the worst love poem ever written


Details | Free verse | |

Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


Details | Free verse | |

Senility

The rainbow of reason ends
With a pot of gold and jabberwocky.
When hippocampus dwells in solitary,
       silent,
              eerie,
                    forgotten dormitories
of the expatriated mind.


In planned visits 
To familiar spaces,
When elapsed faces are still hailed with fervor, 
         and hasty,		
                 eager,
                      vivid candor,
As though they had never gone.


Deep in thought
In cavernous bowels tangled lost, 
Remote repartees recurring restlessly. 
          Cautious,
                      wary,
  	                    and ever leery	
of echoing footsteps anxiously nearing, as though someone might overhear. 


As even eyes fail to mirror
The twilight of past vigor,
Speaking in feeble voices muddled beneath walls,
            beneath walls,
	           beneath walls,
	                     beneath walls.
Walking politely in ancient, and empty, imaginary halls.


The stars stop still and unfleeting
Listening to last breaths, and the heart’s last beating,
To hearken timid last words from the past's last illusions,
            past apparitions,
                         past veritas
                                   past delusions,
Where celestial alae still go a-flutter with lost aspirations.


When the frail hand that once held and sheltered
Cannot even rattle dandelion clocks,
Or crush delicate imago wings into dust,
          and caress, 
                  and feel,
                           and touch, 
Save for Elysian veldts
Where the rainbow of reason ends.



Details | Free verse | |

Bill


R.I.P. William Dale Eubanks
d. July 1, 2012, aged 68 yrs., Tennessee Ridge, Tennessee

Death came as no surprise
the first Sunday in July;
it claimed you, on a ridge in Tennessee,
with kin who took you in and waited with you
through the last hard days.
You kept what fears you had well hid,
did not betray with loud complaint
the fate you could not but know awaited.
A smile, a joke, a hug – exotic meals –
And genuine interest greeted all you met.
And you were, certainly, never boring
but well-traveled and smart
beyond the telling.
We’ll miss your wit, your bright demeanor,
and will remember all you freely gave ---
and what you took from us
with your passing.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Black Sunday {Personification in Couplet form}

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Details | Imagism | |

Guilty Reflection

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared

stacking excuses 
the longer I stare
this stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape 
from the  hell I dwell in
right here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 


Details | Bio | |

Exit Sign

As days go by,
And the pain gets worse,
I long to ride,
In my hearse

That "Exit Sign"
Above the door,
Calls to me,
Like never before...

I'm not a coward,
I'm not a fool,
But living with pain
Breaks the rule...

I hold back, 
in fear of God,
And, I guess,
that's kind of odd,

Yet constant pain,
Just gnaws away
Makes me wish
Today's my final day...

And effects on loved ones,
Escapes me not,
To make them sad
Not a desire I've got

But pounding, twisting
Endless agony
Makes me wonder
How much more for me

That "Exit Sign"
Above the door,
Entices me,
Promising no more

Writhing pain,
Pulsating misery,
So very tempting,
Believe you, me...

Homebound,
Largely bedridden
The meaning of my life,
Seems so well hidden

To die alone,
And in pain,
My destiny,
A life in vain.


Details | Quatrain | |

A Piece of Bread.

My mother starts moaning, with another one due.
She won't live to see, as she struggles to wheeze.
I never knew famine would produce skies so blue.
But no need for toilets, I forget how to squeeze.

Searing sun inflates skulls into baroque balloons.
One whining dog, dying , from a surfeit of fleas.
I squint as my sister beats a roach with a spoon.
She's holding out hope, with a morsel to tease.

My eyes can still water from the feces and trash,
tossed up by vultures to release fresh disease.
I dig up what moist dirt I can pound into mash.
An old man collapses, not a single one grieves.

What passes for corpses- baking black as they pop.
Now the flies feel the heat and retreat to the trees.
My brother keeps wailing and I wish he would stop.
My breathing grows shallow in the oven fed breeze.

If it helps each of you,
I am down on my knees.
I beg you.
Hand me one piece of bread.
Would you, please?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Suffering Time

14 hours in a New York minute,
I ought to stop,
But I can't quit it...

No answer to my call...
Is it the end
Of it all?

The pain, it does spread,
Making the future
Something to dread...

Somehow, some way,
I got to get out of here,
Cause I'm swimming
In a sea of fear...

So I say goodbye to you
My sweet...
As I acknowledge
My defeat...


Something is flying about....


Details | Free verse | |

Cancer, You are an Artist

Cancer, you are an artist
A prolific one at that,
For several dear ones
Have encountered your work.

Your wretched fingers as sculptors
Design imprints of faces unknown.
You smudge white, pain-ridden clay
A little here, a little there,
Till your subject becomes amorphous.

But oh you are not finished!
A red cross encrusted kiln
Invariably cements your doings.
A surgery of crackling and burning,
Until the shape is spit out,
A hard shell lost of all dignity.

Satisfied with your creation,
You give it one last look
Before it rests on an earthly shelf
And another project is begun.

I am sad to say,
You are quite skilled at your craft.


Details | Rhyme | |

Caught In The Black Rain

She's caught in the black rain, emotions are swimming in darkness, as the
 acid rain impairs her vision; within the depth her soul she's unable to find goodness.

The falling black rain has her mind in a state of confusion, murder is no longer
 an ill illusion, actions has drawn it's fatal conclusion.

Upon her the black rain fell bringing misery with pain, living life in vain, constantly
 seeing loss with no gain, and her mental health is far from being sane.

Few have already seen the devastating effects of falling black rain, it's aftermath
 makes the sanest go insane, and those who survive the storm their lives will
  never go back to being simple nor plain.

Falling black rain is a storm formed from mental pain, financial strain, loss with
 no gain, and living life in vain.

Though, in my theory of goodness lies this conclusion," Things that we see as 
 being favorable unto living life is nothing more than our ill illusions," and there-
   fore it's causing us an in-depth state of confusion.


Details | I do not know? | |

Strike

Strike!
O strike thy wisdom
and thy freedom;
strike!

While picket signs aren't weapons,
they arouse violent hymns
and bayonet dreams;
o strike!

Where authoritarian presidents,
governors and dictators
all think alike,
strike;
and strike thee common good.


Strike,
O visionaries
with karma on their side,
where echoes fly like angels
and their halos shine so bright;
strike!

Where slavery's not an option
and poverty no life,
no liberty
or happiness;
strike!

Where no act of violence,
aimed at stifling true justice
ever won.

True justice
always voices it's complaints,
always finds some other means,
never ends with the moon
but starts with the sun,
strike!

Fore there's no future otherwise.


Details | Senryu | |

Not a Man Anymore

A tiny Heart pain
and now I'm less than a man
Right side numb Can't write


Details | I do not know? | |

Double shift



Working double time

Feeling on my own
Now all I want
Is to go home

Where there is some one
There who cares

Yet I am so damn tired
Soul feels as if it has been impaired


Making next to nothing
In this full time job
Now I have to do school work
Oh my god

Have you ever felt

As if bitterness has overwhelmed the soul

Only wishing for it to be sweetened


Yet every day you wake up

As if your body has been brutally beaten

And nothing you can possibly do

Could bring joy to your life

All actions you make
Feel as if you’ve slit your wrist with a knife



I have been to hell and back
And understanding, I lack

So don’t skrew with me now

Cause I just may attack
And your bells I now
Intend to memorably rack


Details | Rhyme | |

" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
 
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
 
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
 
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
 
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
 
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
 
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's  Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
 
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
 
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
 
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
 
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces

Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day

In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. 
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave 
Back up north, where my futures to be 
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost 
And that was my aim, no matter the cost

see page 2 of 2, ty..


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Just say GO

Just say GO An imaginary race, Running nowhere fast, Sweat pours down my face, Hoping time has passed. Pop a pill an hour, Distractions proving gold, Hop into a shower, Warm away the cold. Drink. Drink. Drink. Substitute the full. Sink. Sink. Sink. Deeper in the hole. Hold on tight, The pain will cease, Then again, It might increase. Watch the mirror, Let me know, Tell me truthfully Friend or foe? Touch me, Love me, Praise me, If only you knew how, The aching doesn’t phase me, I feel what I allow. Run, fall, stop, Sweat, sorrow, hurt, Water, faster, pop, Strong will, assert. Temptation everywhere, Peel away my skin, Please don’t ever stare, At what’s left within. Gorge, eat, fill, Shower, cry, sleep, All against my will, Guilty secrets keep. Awake again tomorrow, Vow a better day, Full of shame and sorrow, Starting over is ok…. Run harder, sweat more, Pill, water, hands shake, A casualty of food and war, Legs, arms, stomach, ache. Exhaustion engulfs, Weakness follows, Fade into sleep, Darkness swallows. Make it stop, Pill, run, sweat, eat, Spin my top, Lose, gain, win, defeat. Drop down, Shake, cry, Breathe slow, Smile, die.


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispers

I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..

You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
 Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..

I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..


Details | Free verse | |

An Unfair Ending (Edited for space limits)

His face, withered, gaunt
His eyes cloudy, filled with a haunting vacancy
His voice weak , shallow
Seldom spoken these last difficult days

His hair is white and thin
His skin, so delicate and discolored
The strength has left his fragile body
And he lies, waiting

Yet I remember the man who was my Father
In my youth, so tall and strong
His eyes a deep blue with a depth of the seas
Thick, wavy, black hair tousled about his head

He walked with an unaware arrogance
Never knowing that all eyes were upon him
This handsomest of men, beautiful, confident
No one could match his brilliance, his seductive air

Unconscious, innocent of the power he possessed
The command he held with peers, a leader of men
A bright star in the universe, a life spent searching for answers
Politics, Economics, Religion…his battlegrounds

Yet, with all his perfection
He remained kind and true to all
Generous, loving; never an unkind word
A light for all who knew him

But the cruelty of life is worse for some
His body wracked with an unforgiving disease
Seizing him, slowly at first…a tremor
Then completely, leaving him helpless

Dependent upon those who had worshipped his strength
Lying in his bed, languished, weak
Nearly impossible to eat, difficult to drink
Each day descending further into darkness

Life’s cruelest blow to one so special 
Chosen by angels as their brightest star
So blessed to have loved such a man
Still loved, but pitied for the terrible loss

For such men were never meant to suffer this fate
To fade each day, closer to oblivion
He would never have chosen this
Broken, suffering silently in stoic resignation

Pride now replaced with painful gratefulness
He tries to manage a smile
His rigid muscles fighting the instinct
For he spent his life smiling

But old age has given him no peace
No time to reflect on the legacy he leaves
He waits as life deals its unjust ending
For one who was so great, so good

I hold his cold, thin hand in mine
Holding back the tears that burn
I will remember him, the Father whom I have loved
I see him walk away, wavy black hair, a cute little wink

As he leaves this tired shell, worn, used up
Once again becoming the unbroken man
I see him strut again, his quick, bouncy steps
As he climbs the ladder to the heaven he has earned

I hear the trumpets of the angels
Welcoming their special creation
A man of compassion and ideals
My Father, My Daddy…How I will miss him


Details | Free verse | |

The Four Horsemen

I saw the Four Horsemen -
the famous apocalypse guys.
They rode silently past neatly folded laundry,

They approached me in silence,
their breathe a rye and meadow wind.
Each of them in turn,

gliding ghostlike past where I sat,
watching steam on the mirror
grow cold.

War had no use for me,
past my prime, bum knee.
Not even as cannon fodder.

Famine had little to work with,
I had known hunger, want, poverty,
nothing he had could scare me.

Pestilence likewise dismissed me out of turn,
for which I’ll be forever grateful,
probably too sedentary to spread the touch.

And Death, well, we all must dance,
but today is not the day, now not the hour,
Death merely bid me good day.

And then they were gone, their vacancy tangible,
while I decided to look up embolisms or strokes,
trying to close this doorway into myself.

Until I saw the tracks in the talcum powder,
heard the soft whicker of horse,
and tasted their life on my tongue.


Details | Free verse | |

Anorexia Nervosa

A child
No more than 12 years old
Sees images of women
Thin
Beautiful
Rich
Wanted
She looks in the mirror
She doesn't see the image
Her body doesn't fit the mold
Movies, TV and magazines
Tell her she is not what they want
She is not thin
She is not beautiful
Everyday her eyes cry as she looks at who she is
The perfect her hidden within
The beautiful soul they will not let her see
She diets
She starves
Still she does not fit the mold
She feels unloved
Unwanted
Eating less than a cracker a day
Throwing up the scant food she eats
Her body changes
Wasting away
They make her up
She wears a beautiful white dress
They close the lid
Denied the perfect her
The person she should have been
She lies in eternal rest
But she is loved
She is wanted
She will be missed


Details | Rhyme | |

Washed Away Hillslope

Here on a washed away hillslope
Water brought an acorn to grope
A little clay of Georgia red
Put down a tap root and make its bed
Took years to grow in this poor soil'
But it sustained on water___toil

Soil gave what nourishment she could
But help from rain that understood
Stony soil and hard rocks below
Was hurtful when Oak tried to grow
The soil strained to give very best
Oak was draining the soul of rest

This meager soil will starve the Oak
No!  This Mighty Oak only grows

Had that acorn fallen on boulder
Would have sent strong root __grown taller

This Oak became a Kingly Tree
Soil is glad to have been drained free___
Of nourishment that nurtured it
Now the rain and sun supplies pith
For soil to be greatly replenished
So Oak but prospers___soil finished

(Idea came after reading Edna St. Vincent Millay..)


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Reach

just reach your hand out to the sky
pull your loved ones back to your side

lets get to say one more goodbye
for we never wanted them to go away and die

as now the days and nights lay 
in such sweet disguise

so let us once again our lord
stare into their illumating eyes

as we reach out for them 
in your broad horizon sky

and get to hold and kiss them
even if their not by our sides

for if this is however feels when we die
then I'd like to be that angel in that sky

so I can just reach out right back
and wipe their tears too from their eyes



Tribute To Our Loved Ones
On The Other Side
May You All RIP


Details | Rhyme | |

If I Don't Make It Through The Night

Extreme pain and agony consumes me,
this state I'm in will soon ruin me;
though I want to live a long healthy life, 
I may not make it through the night.

The pressure constantly builds inside,
upon my face lies dried tears from my silent cries;
though I pray for things to be alright,
I may not make it through the night.

They say surgery is the answer,
or medicine is the cure;
somehow I know it's not that simple, 
to end this will take much more.

The fear is overwhelming,
when the time comes there's no place to hide.
I hope that I've accomplished,
all that I've had in mind.

I hope I've lived my life to the fullest, 
loved with all my heart,
and made things right;
if I don't make it through the night.


Details | Free verse | |

Vices

Powder dreams and acid queens
Snow white bliss and razor 
blades
Rails so thick your heart will 
bleed
Find your fix so you’ll succeed 
Uppers, downers, sweet cocaine
Every demon has a name
All that matters is the fight
To stay alive and in the light
It hurts so bad right through the 
core
You fear two words and that’s 
coke whore
Cut so deep to feel alive
With every shot you build your 
pride
The fiery rush and burning lust
Nothing else matters f*** their 
trust
A slip, a fall is all it takes
To see you land back on your 
face
The heart that breaks can’t take 
no more
Your soul is gone thrown on the 
floor
The pills you pop the smack you 
shoot
The crack you cook the lines 
you toot
The midnight toke that liquid 
courage
That blissful coke won’t be 
discouraged
Rapping, tapping on your door 
Claiming your body take some 
more
A stressful day a slip from grace
A couple more makes my heart 
race
The walls cave in two worlds 
collide
I wait in horror as my heart dies
A crash of sound a rush of red
Crimson tears are filled with 
dread
The sirens fade and fall away
Too late for fate this ends today


Details | Lyric | |

Decay

It's all about decay,
from the teeth in your head
to your childhood bed
and how he used to look at you that way,
looks that too soon turned to pity,
Here kitty kitty
come sit on my lap,
veins like a map,
listen for the nocturnal intruder
scratching like a rat,
we hear him, me and the cat,
we imagine him chewing on 
the insulation of the wires,
envision the resulting fire,
and shudder at the thought of dying that way,
our nerves fray
the cat's claws pierce our paper-thin skin,
its protective barrier breaking down
and we look around
at the room choked with a lifetime's keepsakes
and wonder what difference it makes
and whether our passing will even be noted,
a life devoted
to idiotic mistakes,
for God's sake,
let somebody notice
before my body's become bloated,
let them come feed the cat,
he has been such a comfort as he cocks his ear
once more
to the scratching at the door,
our mysterious guest,
who affords us no rest,
my hands shake with fear and dismay,
because in the end, it's all about decay.


Details | Free verse | |

The Evoultion of Learning (Part Two)

As long as various people run various nations
There will forever be war
What the world needs is one leader
A common man who believes in the working class
As well as the Lord
Instead of one Nation under God
Lets make it one World under God
And just let each individual decide what he or she wishes to call that God
So I here by nominate our dear friend Vince Suzadail Jr.
The first candidate of the new world order 
He seems to have the best Political views I’ve heard
And I think he alone could do a much better job
Than all the leaders of all the nations are doing
At least I’m certain he couldn’t do any worse
And that way all the super intelligent people devising ways 
Of destroying our world
Could find something more constructive to spend their time on
Like raising a crop or milking a cow
Saving a child or helping elderly with their needs 
There are plenty of folk who need a hand
Lets all start offering them ours instead of cutting theirs off
I’m just a simple man
My actual world is very small
My family, friends and neighbors
I love you all and hope you know I’ll do anything for you I can
There is no malevolence left in me
I know how to make and use a shank, zip gun or small explosive
But I’ve learned not to
For I’ve learned to think with my heart and soul
They do a much better job than my mind
I just wish the great minds of the world
Were smart enough 
To figure out what I have
And learn to love with all of their hearts


Details | Couplet | |

Second Chance

When death came, I declared that I could not leave soon
For I had not seen the summer flowers in bloom

Starting them from just a seed back when there was still snow.. white
As they began maturing, I could tell each one on sight

Just large enough to be transplanted that spring day
The blooms were visible in thought only, in May

The angel came in early morn to take me by the hand
I bid him let me stay because my life was just sand

Now I have a new responsibility here
Down where the flowers bloom and to me are so dear

Life is not just about the house, washing the dishes clean
It's about love, our fellowman;  only a few I've seen

Thank you death angel for letting me stay that day
I'll give this life that I've got left the best day's pay


Details | Rhyme | |

Drugs, Drugs!!!

Drugs, Drugs! that's all that I need.
At least thats all I used to believe.
Drugs, Drugs! that's all that I did.
I didn't even think of my kids.
Drugs, Drugs! that's all that I want.
I didn't even care that I was wrong.
Drugs, Drugs! they're in my home.
Now both of my kids are gone.
Drugs, Drugs! straight to my head. 
I lay here now, because I'm dead.
Drugs, Drugs! is this what you want?
If so, this will be your on sad poem.


Details | I do not know? | |

Live Today

Calling to me
Saying its ok
Be free cares will leave
On the table full of life it awaits

Eyes spot the bottle
Brown liquid as pretty as Gold
Grabbing my heart and soul
Best friend won't let me down

Alone bleeding heart drips
Telling my friend please stay
Don't leave so not alone and lost
Hand reaches out pours new life

Mouth opens bottle is dry
My friend has left
In sorrow here I sit
Drifting away mind goes blank

Awakend sick shaken mind racing
Lying in a pool of cold sweat
Deamons dancing in my head
Chasing tormenting death is near

Running racing fear in the air
Knowing the last breath leaves
Empty drained falling to the ground
Begging for forgiveness tears pour down

Top of the hill in sight
Climbing pacing each step made
Not looking behind so don't stumble down
Eyes focused missing distractions on the ground

Soul comes to life 
New breath taken
Fullfilled set free
No pain in line for me

Taking my time to reach a goal
Staying sober not saying NO!
Having arrived sanity reached
Live for today just for today


Details | Kimo | |

What is Truth?

Truth is true even when the facts may change;
Though facts are correct, Truth is 
Right and can change the facts.


Details | Verse | |

No

No, 
not I,
I see clearly through
the rotten wedding veil,
clogged by cake turning stale,
framed by arachnid pageboys;
I see cracks on pale pink lacquer,
on the mannequin face below,
eyes mad and staring, aglow,
the sick dead holes of eyeless toys.
No, 
not I, 
my dear,
I see the madwoman in the attic,
frozen in her rocking chair,
cobwebs floating in her hair,
gibbering to her inner void;
I see the child she used to be,
alone beneath opiate skies,
pulling wings off butterflies,
things of beauty she destroyed.
No,
sorry,
no trace of me at all,
no reflection cast of me,
I am not real, don’t you see?
but, of course, that doesn’t do;
I watch the self-delusions form,
your mechanisms justify,
projecting blame on passers by,
when all there really is,
is 
you. 


Details | Rhyme | |

A poem for my best friend of 30 years who died last year from booze Linda

Linda

I remember the first time we met you came round for a coffee. 
I remember it well, we sat talking for hours, just you and me.
Over the next few years, We must have drunk hundreds of cups.
Life was a roll of downs, Then ups. 
I remember the first time I met your Mum. All dressed in pale blue.
I think she was going to some special do.

I remember Jills first birthday party, even the  dress she wore.
The house was full of friends and family and more.
Val and Grandma, Carol and Jane all of their familys as well.
The house was packed, certainly a tale to tell.
The Bell Inn at Ingolmells where we all went for a drink.
Then round to our caravan, coffees to sink.

I remember Claire as a child, the hours she used to spend at our home.
Every Monday on the way to Slimming World she got credit for her phone.
I remember all the things she used to help me with. shopping, baking, 
washing the dishes the cups and the plates.
All this before she was even eight.
I remember so many things that we used to do. The bonfire parties at your 
house.
All the same crowd their having the time of their lives.

Then the big bash for my big Five O.
I wanted a really big show.
So we prepared all the food at your house, Then carried it all over to mine.
Only just got it all ready in time.
I did the cake it was a huge chocolate train.
Something big enough to get all the candles on was my aim.

Life throws some really awful things at you.
Some so bad you  just don’t know what to do.
Our friendship spanned almost  thirty years
A lot of fun a lot of tears.
When the police came round to our house that night, I didn’t even realize you 
had gone.
I thought you were just ill again, I found out almost a week later on

Especially as we had only been chatting a couple or so weeks before, About 
the past.
On that day you looked so well with all your make up on, I thought you were 
on the mend at last.
On your birthday in May I thought of you, 
All the things we had been through,          Rest in peace. Love  Pat


Details | Rhyme | |

You Were The Best Mother,




Details | Verse | |

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


Details | Narrative | |

Me, Myself, and I - (Part 1)

Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by 
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and 
read Part 2 to complete the poem and leave your comments on the Part 2 submission. Thank 
you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain diminished 


Me, Myself, and I...


“There are things that concern us,”
		Consensed my “Selves” in earnest
““We” fear that “I” have succumbed to delusion”

“And after careful deliberation
		It is with much hesitation
That we choose to delineate upon this confusion”


“Fact is your intuition
		Is riddled with superstition
And your judgment leaves much to be desired”

“So you leave us no recourse
		Don’t push us to use force”
It is then that the “I” was summarily fired


I exclaimed “By whose authority?” Response, “Rule of majority”
“The “Myself” and the “Me,” (forthwith the “We”), are experts in our field”

“And with much technique and time
		And some forays into the sublime
The nature of your malady will be revealed”


“So to keep yourself from having a fit
		Step back and just calm down a bit”
“We,” they said, “certainly have this under control”

“We swear this won’t hurt at all”
		Then I felt my inhibitions fall
Still I said a prayer to God that He keep my soul


You know, fact is I do feel off axis
		As evidenced by such parapraxis
As this prose that I, (or is it “Us”), seek to pen

And with my mind feeling numb
		I finally chose to succumb
And allow the “Me” and the “Myself” to begin


And then came questions in a flurry
		Answer, answer and please do hurry
Not one moment of respite did they give

They pushed and they prodded
		With every “T” crossed and “I” dotted
My mind felt like it had gone through a sieve


And all this psycho-analysis
		Is causing my mind paralysis
The questions, can you stop with the questions please

“Yes, oh yes indeed
		I do believe we have what we need
To make an attempt to identify your unknown neuroses”


Details | Lyric | |

I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to take another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Details | Couplet | |

A Prayer for my Wife

                           A Prayer for my Wife


Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here 

I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say

I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you

Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas

I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more

And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations

But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife

And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead

And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.

I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand

I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again

And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’

I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace

And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me


Details | Narrative | |

Me, Myself, and I - (Part 2)

Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by 
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and 
read Part 1 first so as to get the true gist of the poem and leave your comments here on the 
Part 2 submission. Thank you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain 
diminished.


Me, Myself, and I... (continued)


“Your, (Or “Our”), symptoms seem to intermit
		And the fact that “You’re,” (“We’re”), a hypocrite
Tis no wonder we’re having such problems with diagnosis”

Then “I” had an idea so grand
		To dispense with this at my own hand
A self-inflicted coup de grace would be my prognosis


So while the “Me” and the “Myself” squabbled
		With courage newly cobbled
“I” spotted the dresser drawer and made my run

With fingers fiercely fumbling
		Whilst they continued grumbling
“I” produced from the depths of the drawer a shiny gun


And now my life, though ill-fated
		Was soon to be vindicated
This would affect us all equally the same

Would be no myself or me
		No you, him, us, or we
But an inclusive all would be to blame


It took me a moment to figure
		Out the safety on the trigger
Then “I,” (or “Us”), prepared to do the dirty deed

Then the barrel found my temple
		And as it settled into the dimple
A still small voice did my “selves” choose to heed


Hence a moment of clarity 
		Harkened me to posterity
And I thought what a legacy to leave behind

“Can’t we all find a way
		To save this miserable day
And avoid a broken body for someone to find”


And then deep within my soul
		I felt and heard a simple drum roll
And the differing sides of me just subsided

And with my mind now as one
		I worked to get this all undone
The whole business of this stuff I derided


And tis now true of fact
		That I survived this ordeal intact
And lived to raise my face unto the sky
 
And here now as it ends
		I find I’ve made good friends
With the “Me”, the “Myself,” and the “I”


Thank you for taking the time to share in my poetry. Please feel free to leave your thoughts 
or comments here on this page. 

J. Scott Burns...


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Trip on, Trip up

Walk before you speak.
Lend your voice that seek.
Foot forward and back.
So will that be a fact.
Gone by and be well.
Trip up and put into a cell.
Got no one to talk to.
I want a phone call to sue.
When I wake from my slumber.
I wish not to be hit by lumber.
Going to become a dreamer.
I hope that I do not become a screamer.
I got new shoes.
With colorful strings that are loose.
I am slow on tying them.
I feel they are harder than stem.
String are not new.
They smell pew.
I walk once again to journey.
That means I need some money.
Trip up again with meaningless acts.
Walking with out trust that lacks.
Shamefulness I speak.
I go behind a tree to leak.
I have no home set in stone.
Wheeling and dealing always alone.
Since I was a child that was left on the street.
I became a street beat.
Strolling with confidence to day.
Making my way.
Some law men stop me.
I was so out of it that they can see.
They thought I was on drugs.
I was really itching bugs.
Stumbling because I have not eaten.
So they grab me and I got beaten.
They finally found me innocent.
So I told them to get bent.
I was a good citizen with high hopes.
The society today thinks I am on dopes.
Can I be help with no pain.
Will they put me some were I will gain.
So I was put into a helpful place.
I was then able to eat and say grace.
Some crazy person came in and started shooting. 
So people ran and started looting.
Cannot get away from bad luck.
Sure enough I feel so stuck.
Knowing that I was fleeing.
I became worth not seeing.
I lay there my time just feeling has pass.
Losing my mind and running out of gas.
Finally I hear a person the sound sounds so weak.
A life time that I wanted to seek.
Found myself in a bed.
Down to nothing I was shed.
A person with white clothes that said your in luck.
You survived and now you owe some buck.
So sad not really glad.
Bad thing was the kid that was shooting was my lad.
Time really passes I just want to walk.
To see my kid to talk.
Why did he do what he did.
Dad he said I was starving and I am a kid.
So I have turn to a life time of crime.
Dad do not give me your time.
Because when we talked long ago.
You just left home with all the doe.
Hope you have a good life.
Because mom had been a good wife.
Now it is your turn.
So you can walk into the fire and burn.
With out a doubt you will walk away.
Trip on and Trip up and you will never pay.
Now dad keep your love.
Because I seek my mother above.
You will be chain.
Down you go insane.


Details | Rhyme | |

Smoking From the ones left behind

(FROM THE ONES WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND)


To all you smokers out there.

I’m not going to say, give up, I wouldn’t dare,

If you want to smoke, it’s up to you,

But I don’t want to smoke your smoke too,

So many lives it takes away.

It really is a high price to pay,

Especially for the ones left behind,

The ones you love, so very kind.

They are the ones left with there hearts broken,

So many things left unspoken.

They are the ones, that have to nurse you night and day,

They are the ones, who sit and pray,

They are the ones left with the legacy of what you’ve done,

When you can’t breath, because of your lung,

They to would like a voice,

They to would like a choice.


Details | Ode | |

Give A Little Obama Love




           *********

Note: Giving good orderly direction.... " Give A little Obama Love "



To-day is a New Day
Time  for people to Pray
If their were No Unity
Where would we be to-day?
      ------
Why is it..
That all of 'GOD' People
       Are so...!
War Torn Today..
With nothing going on
With nothing to speak of..
So little to say!
      ------
So, looking back on Reflection
In a more Democratic Way
Let's give the Future back
     To the Children
             - And - 
Let Jesus lead the way
        --------
So, Why not give them Love
Show them another way
Remember that Obama Care
Is a Health Care which is
           Oh! so very rare..
          --------
It could really save the Day?
Do you know a better way?
        --------
It is meant for people with
         No Insurance... 
Not for those...
Who just don't care!
          ------
For it is just an annoyance
Who really need Insurance?
          ------
So, if you have Insurance
And that is all that really
       Matter to you...
Remember that their are
Men, Women and Children
Who needs' a plan too...?
For the Obama Plan is high
           In Demand
And Gods' People are too...


                    GF

Note: Remember that if you need a Health Plan
          then we need one too... 























Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Aging

I rise to face yet still more life again
And know my day will be about my age
Through sight that makes all things appear opaque
I hear about each third word spoken clear.

I walk with cane a slow but sure tempo
And get to where I aim without much fuss
Yet still it seems I burden those who care
To take the time to bare my years nonpluss. 

Each time I rise to face my life once more
Trumps thoughts of laying still without regard
For pains one takes to move upon this earth
Or see and hear with clarity implored.

I thank my Lord for each new day He gives
And givers who see beyond one’s struggle
With patience and always kind words spoken
Dignity and respect to me maintained.


Details | Diamante | |

Remedy


Poison wicked, pernicious intoxicating, impairing, destroying abuse, death, immunity, life saving, healing, purifying redemptive, assuasive Remedy


Details | Narrative | |

Losing Someone to Cancer

I did speak with them, seemed very confused.

Apparently from what I have been told,
the cancer has gotten worse, and has 
began invading the rest of the body…

The hospice nurse doesn’t,
think they will be with us much longer…

They don’t know where they are living, can't 
remember me seeing them recently, can't 
remember me talking with them yesterday...

I know that this is very depressing news,
and if it weren't for friends and family,
I would be going crazy…

For it is hard to lose a loved one,
whether it be family or friend…

Since we don't know, when that fateful day
will happen, we can only take it one day at a time,
I only hope and pray that they won't suffer, I would
 rather see them be in a coma, and not have 
the pain and suffering…

I know that sounds harsh, however,
I don't want them to suffer, I want them
 to go in there sleep….

By Sandra L. Hoban
©2007


Details | Haiku | |

Environmental Destruction

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                                                Ornamental bird
                                         Silver coated on den shelf
                                            Oil coated soon death


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bully Part 1

The Bully

27 Years ago, you showed me the door,
Because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
That day was the worst of my life,
I wanted to die, to escape the strife.
All I needed was a simple letter,
To give me a chance to get better.
Now when I look back and see, you certainly did
 me a favour that day.
In 1986 Thursday the first of May.
From then on people listened to what I had to say,
Doctors and Nurses went out or their way,
I got the treatment I needed at last,
Bit by bit they went over the past.
One whole year is all it took,
A lot of hard work, a little luck.
To this very day I have never been back,
26 whole years and that’s a fact.
The last few years have been the best of my life,
Truly content being a Mother and Wife.
And Nanny as well,
Must not let my head swell,
A collection of poems all written by me..
My story in 7 magazines for the whole world to see.
A whole new extension to the house designed by me.
Also having to cope with the death of my mother,
Then four months later the death of my mother’s sister,
God not another.
Having my kitchen demolished completely,
did put me in a fix.
But being so well, even that couldn’t knock me for six.
So remember the next time someone begs you for a letter,
At least give THEM, the chance to get better.
For as long as I live I will never for get that terrible day,
Thursday 1986 the first of May,
The day that you showed me the door,
Just because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
They say that time heals all pain,

I’m lucky I’ve learnt to live again.







Details | Ballade | |

This cosy love

This cosy love

In guess I could rave on, and on
About every little thing
I could write about those sensual things
And the way our two hearts sing
When we lie there together
But it's so much more have we
We have this thing together
All filled with mystery.

You be the grand earth mother
As me, I be the child
You're ways are from the earth itself
You're tame where I'm still wild
Everything's so practical
With you, but not with me
Oh yes, we two be opposites
And yet I love you madly.

And even now, at seventy
There's nothing really changed
You're still the perfect lady
And you still think me strange
But I'm always going to love you
Just the way that you love me
And even when these shells are gone
This fact shall always be.
23 September 2013 @ 0530hrs


Details | Free verse | |

The Running Man

Leg over leg
I watch
Oh once great majestic man
Stuffed with life and vigor
Stood atop the world
Champion
Once conqueror of mountains
Now crushed by pleasure
Turned animal of desire 
Now the running re-claimer
Of past honors

Leg over leg
I watch
One step at a time
His lungs smashing against his insides,
As they fight for air,
Against a nicotine choke hold

Leg over leg
I watch
His feet
They burn,
Sprinting through a Savannah of flames
The weight of his past gluttony slows him down
And chains of sweets
Bind him to a mountain of food;
An animal
 Hungry for progress

Leg over leg
I watch
A hurricane of alcoholic despair swells above him
As a downpour of liquor whips his beast of a body
And all that he has drank
 Tries to wash him away

Leg over leg
I watch
His vision blurs,
The distant mountains and clouds begin to swirl,
The road ahead bends and buckles, 
His legs vanish beneath him
And he greets the floor with open arms

I watch
His heart rages
Trapped in a cage
The animal pushes and pulls aggressively
Painfully biting against his chest 
Until it finally becomes quiet
Still
Strangled by the smoke, grease and alcohol
Silencing all who witnessed their reign of terror
His body unmoving
Just inches from the finish line
Still
I watch 


Details | Rhyme | |

When Our Pets Pass

I got really sick
Or else I was old,
I need to go now
My owners were told.

It happened so quick
I just went to sleep,
I hurt no longer
My owners would weep.

I went to heaven
And barked at the door,
"Please let me come in"
"I can play once more.

I know my owners
Are really so sad,
I usually was good
Yet sometimes was bad.

I had a good home
For that I was blessed,
I'll seem them again
When they lay to rest.


Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Dressed Blues

<                                                 he took the fall
                                                   dressed blues call now
                                                   hearts wall skips beat

 

Written by Katherine Stella 8/7/11



A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. 

The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line. 

Tribute To U.S Marine Corps
Hu RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH


Details | Free verse | |

The sweetness

There’s some honey, so you can take they said
There’s some sugar, you might enjoy they say
But then you might not enjoy it by the end.

Within the sweetness of the word,
 There’s the sweetness of the soul
But the bittersweet taste in this mouth isn’t a foul
Cause this taste they said I might enjoy then, I certainly don’t do now.

There’s the sweetness that rests upon this body,
The sweetness streaming by the currents,
Swirling and twisting in miraculous ways,
Just cascading into another future

But then while forming now the present to the future.
This transformation brings great changes with it,
And now changing the way the dandelion dances with the wind
Creates a mess, a honed mess
But now the dandelion is dying.

Who would take care of the dandelion?
The now sweet dandelion,
That has discovered that ain't it all be sweetness,
Now the dandelion dances with the wind, evades that much sweetness and delights in the sun.

Anna~


Details | Free verse | |

Enslaved By Darkened Feminine Race

Enslaved by dominance and shackles,

Submissively obedient in silence,

Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,

Man kneels and then bows,

Yielding to remain in servitude,

Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race.


Details | Rhyme | |

Time to Go in loving memory of my mother

My mom was a strong woman, and stubborn too,
Yet she had a soft side, between me and you.
That side she would show, when you least expected,
But let me tell you, she was well respected.

Mom was quite unique, and was one of a kind,
She was set in her ways, so keep that in mind.
The youngest of nine, she had gotten her way,
Spoiled by her siblings’, almost every day.

Right out of high school, she had married my dad,
Blessed with three children, plus fifty years they had.
They both were hard workers, in all that they did,
My dad taught himself, from when he was a kid.

My mom was a smoker, for forty-six years,
Some day it would happen, she’d face all her fears.
Lung cancer she had, and inoperable too,
Her time on this earth, would be shortened we knew.

Radiation and Chemo, had done their thing,
Remission set in, tears of joy it did bring.
We would go out at night, to shop and to talk,
I knew she enjoyed, getting out for a walk.

Two years had gone by, after Thanksgiving Day,
Her pain had returned, but was afraid to say.
She’d lie on the couch; it was strength she did lack,
We knew in our hearts, that the cancer came back.

We shared lots of laughter, but many a tear,
I tried to assure her, she’d nothing to fear.
“Please watch over your dad, this one thing I ask.”
“I know it will be, quite a difficult task.”

One morning in March, Hospice called us to say,
You may want to come, for she’s slipping away.
For the night before, mom told me to stay home,
“Be there for your kids, you can call me by phone.”

When we all arrived, for a moment she woke,
Her eyes said it all, not a word had she spoke.
We stayed by her bedside, just holding her hand,
“It’s time to let go mom, we all understand”.

A few days had passed, not ready to let go,
For it had been raining, but letting up slow.
The sun began shining, the clouds disappeared,
Opening the heavens, for mom’s time has neared.

We gathered together, her forehead we kissed,
Whispering so softly, how much she’d be missed.
“Your time has arrived mom, just follow the light”,
She left us so peaceful, she gave up her fight.

It was time to drive home, in the car we got,
Then something had happened, while leaving the lot.
Huge drops of rain falling, it had to be fate.
They were tears of joy; she was at heaven’s gate.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Poetic PRESCRIPTION:

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Seems to me,
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for healing this condition...
is something real
you can feel
to ease this mean affliction

Patient please
accept from me
this poetry prescription:

      ( <_____PUSH & TURN_____> )

Take ONE positive poem
Read ORALLY 2 times BY MOUTH -----
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resulting in healthy energy gains 

                  WARNING!!!
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attempting to read while operating machines... 
will cause you to drive lousy.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Light Poetry | |

A Battle Of Resistance, Will And Compromise

Here I am, standing all alone feeling so isolated, depressed and lonely. The serenity around me is void of Life and Hope and vacuum occupied both sides of me. All these condemned me to the feeling of uncertainty. I just walked on without making a decision, and what I see in front is different from my behind like two distinct worlds but having one motive one rejecting me and the other embracing me by all means. The one in front was totally enveloped by total darkness and I was so blind to the point I cannot see myself. All I felt was doom and extinction and this feeling grew stronger the more I stare. Full of fear I turned back to the other world. The elements of Nature were in weird exhibition. The Dark-red Sun, emitting melting fire, and space coloured in a Purple-Orange mixture. Brown Rocks gushed out Silvery water, Large and bottomless Pot Holes as wide as Nations existed and filled the Earth as though the aftermath of the end of age. Different questions and scenarios flooded my mind my complex feelings, combined by all negatives, helplessness and hopelessness already weighing me down and worst of all guilt was making me want to explode. I focused more, down one hole and was raged on a girl been raped, felt intense shame as Divorced Parents neglected their innocent Kids sympathy overtook my being as children die of Poverty. Not taking this anymore, I searched for a better alternative. The second Pit showed no sign of peace, I felt humiliated at the killings and wars, the slavery to Drinking disgusted me, the sexual adventure with Animals insulted me and the rampant dirty Politics embarrassed me. Of course! This is also not a place to be. My mind is now made up to turn back to darkness as I did, an endless Bridge appeared. I walked through it with ease and Pleasure and a force behind me ensured I never turned back. With my destination unknown, I resisted strongly, then I realized the Bridge was closing up from behind. This definitely indicates a Journey never to return and seems to be the road to my slaughter. With my maximum resistant force, I ran back and just at the end point of its closure, I jumped swiftly with my eyes closing in reflex. Opening it, I found myself lying in a Room, very weak and in white clothing surrounded by heavy electronic gadgets and disturbed by computerized simulated sounds. Even with a blurred sight, I tried to figure out where I am then I noticed a woman in white as she screams "She is alive!"


Details | Concrete | |

frozen

im not looking for anger
im not looking for grief
im looking for respect
in a lonesome sheath
of wisdom without knowing
a wolf in sheeps clothing 
why do u think i dye my hair
im taking over one way or another
so to be blonde 
it makes the men stare 
ive been brunette 
they r stareing else where
so girls get youre poses 
the prettiest girl knows this
the men think they r chosen 
but women know 
their men are frozen


Details | Sonnet | |

A View From A Hospital Room

Checked the small view from hospital room I did
Doing this deed was just a simple thing
View top of trees but bottom half woods hid
Windows in building right, sun_ clouds mirroring

How many persons from car wreck slain
Thinking continues noise from hall distress
View draws me in_to outside once again
Are the crows high in nest now comfortless

Will my love whom on my bosom kept
Be kept safe_God will heal I am quite
Sure, even though now the time light has crept
The deciding factor will be tonight

At our home will he come once again to face
All the love and happiness in this place


Details | I do not know? | |

Little Blue House

Powerful images 
Of sound mind sanity clear
but the body is dying end it here
To this end there shall be an end
Final thoughts out in the open
In a calm submissive place
This little blue house
self-assisted we shall wait...

(I wrote this after watching a very powerful documentary on youtube called: Terry 
Pratchett, choosing to die. If you can watch it, as it's unique and a subject that 
while frowned upon should be discussed more and not just swept under the rug. 
This documentary had me in tears and I cried and cried and then I wrote this, I 
intended to write more but looking at it now I feel it says enough it doesn't need 
depth and multiple paragraphs the message is simple and clear.)

Gordon Joe Orton (Kyle Ralston)


Details | Senryu | |

Summer's Spilled Milk

Summer’s Spilled Milk
City dwellers pumped;
Oil effused into ocean,
Ocean creatures died.


Details | Lyric | |

Soup

Findings of friends in this hot soup
Steamy weather, a pigeons coop
Lean on my eyeballs
Ill SEE What I can do?
before the sky Falls in on YOU


Details | Free verse | |

Aids

There are many diseases found
in the world either widely known
or hushed up and swept under a
carpet of desperate denial.
Fear thrives even within the
names of these diseases but 
nothing like Aids; intrusive
and a slow creator of hellish
emotions, it awakes every
sense I behold making them
scream in unimaginable pain.
It was once thought to be
able to infect with the slightest
touch; skin to skin.
Hideously, it opens doors
to many other viruses and
common bacteria slowly 
weakening my defences; the
body begins to give in to
its destructive ways and 
the pain becomes a reflection 
upon my face; there is no depth 
in my facial features, they are 
as thin as a ghostly sheet.
As the days pass many thoughts
are stored within the mind that 
strangely remains able to disconnect 
from the fear and pain, even if only for
moments; life seems to be
back to normal during those
sparks of happiness.
As the bed becomes home
sleep is forever increasing;
each sunset and sunrise is
precious, like a diamond
one owns.
Slowly I drift off on a 
boat that floats on the
clearest of oceans; blue
dominates the surface where
gentle waves grow.
The boat drifts off in to
the horizon trying to reach
the star of light where my
soul will be welcomed into
the gates of heaven.

Dedicated to Freddy Mercury and other Aids sufferers


Details | Ballad | |

ILLS OF SMOKING

Can I be any different from the dragon,
Can I be more precious that the dinosaur,
Some say it warms me,
Some say it flavours adorn me,
Some say it savours my body senses,
Hey! i smoke,am distinct,
At bay its death lurking about ye advicing you to be extinct,
A moving tombstone,
Please what are your chances of survival with a pack in your breast pocket,
A missile hooked between your lips,come on light it up come on,
Your lungs,
So long,
Your creator prolongs,
Heal thy soul stop smoking,
Smoke in any form kills.


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Oh My God That's So Sad

<       Hands and feet nailed
         face so pale now
         tears hale down cheeks


Details | Blank verse | |

Cancer Ward

Hideous cancer chisels away
With strange tragic sculpturing
And exposes dark flaws
heavy and black:
Inoperable, they say.

Ever present cigarette
Tenaciously supported
By shaking hand
and unfaltering need
Moved toward fried death
As wrenching cough spewed
Fire in weakened lungs.

A machine by the bed
Connected to tubes,
She wavers between
Sleep and reality
Fighting to hear 
The voices around her.


Details | Etheree | |

Stage Four

Stage Four tears of skies gently fall crying with me sunrays amidst blue shine on my tired soul drying my troubles away stars of the universe sparkle giving light yet also showing me a glimpse of heaven, where I hope I’ll be 06.08.2010 For Andrea’s Etheree Me contest :)


Details | Free verse | |

Pride and Predators

Even predators have mothers
and with the soft mewling eyes of infancy
they search, search for the breast of mother
the beak, the tooth, the talon, the claw…
Children worldwide hunger.
The small weak voices and stone dead eyes calling out
to those who have…
Mothers making stone soup.
Mothers giving of their own body the last
remnants of harsh life as the haves
go on safari’s or to zoos to
feed the animals.


Details | I do not know? | |

CHALLENGE

Day and night,
I think about the truth,
Behind those hidden curtains,
Trying hard to understand,
How He thinks and do things,
Why is that that our mind so small,
Its hard for us to think beyond? 
Why did He made everything complicated for us?

I sat down my dad called,
To make me face the reality,
My heart started beating fast,
And tears run down my cheeks,
As if there was hail,
I didn't know what to say,
He told me he might not last long,
How am I going to see him?
He is on the other-side of the world?
I am worried about him,
I wish I could die with the people who I love,
I am scared to loose them
And the hard part is I dont know my dad,
I miss him!

I feel like time is close by,
And I didn't live my life as if I wish to,
I can't because things are not the same,
When I see an apple on the tree,
It feels like blood dropping beside my eyes,
I feel strange in this world,
I don't think or see the things I used to,
I stand amongst people who are changed,
In a bad way and yet the worst hasn't begun!

I can't even write my poems the same,
I can't make it rhyme anymore,
I feel like I am all alone in this,
I feel like this is a big challenge,
And I am lost in middle of no where,
I feel like nobody understands,
When the words come out my mouth,
All they hear is bluh! bluh! bluh!
I am disparate to find someone who I can talk to,
Yet I am scared to trust anybody,
I been hurt so many times,

I dont even know how to end this poem if you called it,
I have so much anger that is in me,
That no matter what I say there is still more,
That will never end,
One thing I know is I hate to be here,
And live in a place full of strangers, selfish liars, and untrusted people!


Details | Free verse | |

In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.


Details | Parallelismus Membrorum | |

E I G H T H AT EIGHT

Edit (Second prize
	EIGHTH AT EIGHT A.M.
    
By Free Cee on 10/19/11 at 9:28am 

While walking when the southern wind changes in my direction
and become nor-easters such as a festering infection
I have not a choice but to go where my worn out shoes will take me
 Until I reach far enough south for the sun to bake me 
so people inquire why I don't drive a car
and i tell them because were i to have one I'd drink after leaving a bar

Panama Pete, the owner, knows straight vodka is all i ever drink
and he knows how many I need to no longer think
since drinking at eight A.M. only gets me in trouble with ladies or the law
and please don't think that alcohol is my only flaw
so I leave old Pete with his Panama hat's brim well worn
until, more often than not, I awake on some stranger's lawn
how I got there and why I am indifferent to
and take my word for it I am different from you
you probably have loved ones who would care if you'd die
I, however, could expire and not a soul on earth would cry
no moans, no groans and no tears would be shed
for only Panama Pete will miss me when I'm dead

other people I’ve cheated will try to slay me because they despise me
and no tuxedo, three piece suit nor pin-stripes can disguise me
i am what i am because of a detrimental mind
and people can discern what i am even if they're blind
So I rise from the stranger's lawn and keep on the run 
(Panama Pete is actually his name and owns or owned a seedy bar on eighth avenue and 46th Street in Manhattan. i haven't seen him in twelve years but if he’s still among the living I’m giving ten to one odds that say, were i to walk into his establishment he'd pour me four and one on the house)
  TO PANAMA PETE WHEREVER YOU MAY BE © 2011 ~free cee!~


Details | Free verse | |

Phoenix immortal

Mass of red and gold plumage
blood of supreme incessant immortality flows within
Only I alone can reign stronger
a fortiori
than the army of any man or beast
Symbolic of Christ, ressurection, afterlife
In death redeemed
consumed by fire
only to be born again of ashes
I will rise up again!

Injured from mortals wars 
I simply ameliorate and regenerate
I am fire and divinty
Continually watching the irresolute
ever changing, dynamic world around me
In despair I scrutinize and contemplate 
as all things moral 
are taken from me periodically and adinfinitum
lost ever and again

Armys of mortals have chased my blood for an age
in want of my immortality
Whilst they wrangle with continual want
and I would content for less
I have met no immortal contender
my glorification to you either unobtainable 
or a terrible curse
As a deity I serve this planet in all my supremacy
for I will foresee you all




Authors note

This piece was originally written as a two part collaborative effort with poet Kathleen C. 
Mannon, otherwise known by pen name kkatie55 . The prompt we were given to write to for 
contest was Mortal vs. Immortal in September of 2007, a month after I first started writing I 
believe. To begin with we both took our ideas and wrote individually then bringing our ideas 
together and changing slightly to fit from there… I tried to write so this would stand alone 
too, and have only just decided to bring it out to share for opinion. To see the write with the 
omitted verses written by the other poet, please feel free to go view at this link where each 
poet has initialled over their respective stanzas/verses. 
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3404940
Thankyou for your trouble in reading this explanation, but I do not wish to discredit its 
original intention nor take anything away from the other poet by placing this half here. I 
hope you shall be excited about reading it in full…


Details | Haiku | |

Life Of Death

Death is now Alive
Kid Conceived Deceased
A rebel of life


Details | Lyric | |

fracking oil

should I believe you man in the suit?
oh your hair looks mighty fine 
combed back, your polished slacks 
a slight tan 
you are irresistible in your presence 
demanding attention. 
you have a face that looks right 
nothing you say would be out of sight 
nothing you do would steer me wrong 
oh man in the suit, 
you are my god. 
you have the power to make us thrive 
dig a hole 
to the other side 
not to china, but to the fuel
oh man in the suit 
I cannot trust you 
you dug too deep 
into a pocket of the earth 
looking for more resource 
to fill your own pockets 
but I don't want pockets 
man in the suit 
all I want 
is for you to tell the truth
your polished smile did us wrong 
lies lay upon your clever tongue  
and you continue to rule the earth 
digging your holes 
you find more girth 
to your hungry pockets 
which you try so hard to fill
when will you learn 
that filling pockets kills...


Details | Sonnet | |

Hope Of Renewal

As the last rose petal falls swiftly down
The last of the great roses of summer
What a great summer that was lived_you known
Rose had much character an affirmer

Fall approaches with sure desolation
Only bare branches with prickly thorns left
Mocking Bird nest with nesting cessation
Protected by the Rose as in a  cleft

Used up_bare waiting for winter's cold breath
Not knowing what this winter chill will bring
As the petals flood onto the ground_death
Hope awaits but winter comes with its sting

Will the sap rise again coursing through vine
Revitalization __ one  bud sure sign


Details | Free verse | |

To live, flightless birds

A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining,
Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home
Lonely branch, spasms in the wind
Nestling and father paw and peck, yearn and whimper
These Flightless Birds, on a fickle branch

Young nestling skitters to the branch’s edge
Peers over on to sightless depths
Shivers, ruffles withered feathers
Spreads tousled wings
And loosens fast aging down
Stretches till overgrown talons graze the edge
Like endless days before, Craning aching neck 
Eyes devouring the scene with a famished hunger-
And whimpers
Turns to father and warbles in longing,
A sight that speaks of flight
Dreams of swimming amidst the clouds
To leave
-slightest breeze carries words...   
to live

The father, neck cramped, tilted, eyes swivelling to and fro
Cooing and cawing, talons pawing
A slight breeze, decrepit feathers hauled away in swarms
A forlorn sight that reeks of abandoned dreams 

Warbling, cooing and cawing, pleading and pawing
Pecking in apprehension, neck swivelling to and fro in exasperation
“To leave father! To stretch my wings
Lift from them the smell of rot and loss
To fly father”

“To fall! To fall, and to die!”

-Wind whispers,
To fall, to soar, and to live
Nestling shuffles to the edge, 
Settles down amidst aching joints and a teetering ledge
Peers down onto sightless depths
-they bellow to him
To fall, to fly, to Die!
Fall and flutter amidst a shower of feathers
Cramping wings crooked and futile
To swirl into freedom carried by the stench of inevitability
To fall, to fly, to die
Little Nestling whimpers, nothing so glorious about death
nothing so glorious without flight...

Whimpers, shuffles forward, talons pricking oblivion
Ruffles feathers, settles down
Nestling wavers, branch bending
Rotting down tickles his beak, claws dig deeper into branch
Eyes feasting on sightless depths
Endless fears...
They scream to him
To sit, to dream to fly...
To sit, to dream of revitalized wings
Stretching across the sky, an unveiling of freedom
The shattering of chains every morning, with a stretch of wings
The exercise of freedom
to sit and dream
to live

to sit at the edge of that tottering branch
creaking and bending under a restless and aging body
peering over into the sky, where fickle wings will not go
and with dreams, with dreams lift off this branch
and fly, where body cannot
and live


Details | Free verse | |

The Rebellious Teen

The rebellious Teen loved all his friends. 
The only ones he listened to… were them.
They wanted him to drink and smoke every night. 
They said experimenting with drugs was definitely all right.

The rebellious teen’s mom was beside herself… 
This was her child and this could finish his life.
But he continued to listen to the Devil himself.
What could she do in the end to save his life?

The devilish friends held him closely in the palm of his hand…
In the end she decided she had to move far away from them.
Somewhere… where only new friends he could find.
Those who loved life, sports, and learning: to draw him back in.

Then every so often she let him, for a visit, to go back…
Each time he went, fewer were left to contact, yes, some were even dead.
Some had over dosed… Some didn’t care who he was any more.
What he found was rot and that they lacked the drive to live.

The rebellious teen cried for what he saw they had become…
He had changed and now could see, what was happening to them…
These were no longer the friends that he remembered from before.
He tried to save them with words and his love… but they didn’t care.

He didn’t want to go back to that sadness, to live ever again… 
Now he looked to the future and that was a fact.
The moral I tell you, all of my friends…if he won’t listen to you… 
Then find him new friends.

For if he is your life and if you want him to live…
Find others to help steer him or else you can’t win…
Let his support group be new peers who enjoy life to the brim.
Yes, those who will help lead him to walk in the light again.

From a true experience…


Details | Lyric | |

Life as an Addict





                                        

                                     Life as an Addict


                         Life as an addict, life as an addict
                       Life as an addict is like running into
                            A reinforce cinderblock wall
                                    Losses after losses 
                                           Virtually
                     Ending in a jail cell or luxurious casket
                      Day after day the addiction keeps at it
                                           Eventually 
                                Opening doors to the soul
                          Stepping inside leading you down
                               A wicked and dark passage
                                           Ultimately
                                     Leaving you naked
                                  Clinching your wounds
                                      Shattering dreams
                                      Low self – esteem
                                    Thoughts in captivity
                                          Life of misery
                         Life as an addict limited imagination
                                 Waste of God’s creation
                                          But forgiven
                                      Evil, dark passage 
                                  Reinforce walls, jail cell
                                Lost soul, luxurious casket 
                            Life as an addict, life as an addict
                                        Life as an addict.


Details | Rhyme | |

Free Bird

<                             "Hark" the Herald Angels begin to sing
                 "Jesus"patiently awaits so her children can say their last goodbyes
                       Cancer is the one thing she will not have to bring
                            For she earned her wings and is now free to fly 



Entry For 
Carolyn Devonshire's
 Perception Of Heaven's Contest
G.L. All



RIP Mama
{1934-2005}


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Feast of Feces

When the coven of ill-willed women seek revenge,
from anyone they deem too big for their britches,
They go to the book of sorcery for witches,
In the book, they seek deliverance from women
who shine brighter than morning stars,
looking for panaceas and disasters,
Brews that could curl their hair and tarnish their shoes,
Nothing short of voodoo,
They'd even stoop to mixing up batches of goulash,
sprinkled with feces, and disguised by hash,
Their boundaries are limitless when they want to anhiliate,
They would go as far as tempting fate,
A feast of feces becomes no trouble at all,
when they want to cast anyone away,
so they may become the Belles of the Balls.......


Details | Free verse | |

The Boxing Match

'Ding-Ding-Ding'

Round 1
Your knees became weak
Learning that your opponent was The Great Enah;
The one to never lose a match.
The one to tear you apart from the inside,
with a double right hook to a left
uppercut combo,
and finally a killer left jab to the
right cheek to only take you out
for 3 seconds at a time;

Round 6
My heart sunk
Learning of your match when you were half way done.
At this point
struggling
just to
keep your
breath.
Battlescars have taken captive your beautiful flesh
Wrinkles of veins stand like mountains
above valleys of blood on your deteriorating skin.
Yet I watch you continue on,
to land a glorifying punch to say
"Everything will be alright."

Round 12
The final countdown
Revealing the final combo
A fatal melee straight through the chest.
I fell to my knees as she tumbled to the ring's floor.
The impact of her body loosely colliding to the ground
echoed in my gut.
6 Rounds,
Not even 60 or 600,
could prepare me for this moment -
She lost.

'Ding-Ding-Ding'


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Suicidal Voodoo

Chase the voodoo to sleep. sleepless freaks i see in the silver screens blocking the vision of me. there's no choice but to eliminate hate inundating the mind. please mute the voices haunting the airwaves making me blind. the big bad budding burden flashing red lights at every intersection. stealing away the insight i try to gain by using time for reflection.

It's a mess the way i test myself with deranged prophecies and bleak scenarios. replaying horror flicks in my head. blasting screams in stereo. all too often the worm hole shoots me to a mid evil castle of torturous devices. impaled in dreams that seem to be broadcasting punishment for succumbing to the world's entice and vices. but other times i fall victim to a good old fashioned "day-mare". people notice the self conversations and can't help but laugh and stare. I must say it's becoming difficult to blame them. if i can't learn to shake this voodoo, it's true my future's looking grim.

What do I do? they're gonna end up arresting me! Toss my ass in a padded room and throw away the key! and get this...as i worry about getting sent away, the paranoia increases inside my head. i reach for medication increasing odds of ending up prematurely dead. I may be crazy, but don't take me for an idiot fool. and don't haze me about where my faith is, cus' this could just as soon be you. and i've learned enough to know that each and every one of us will die. and you may take me as insane, but me not taking my own life's got nothing to do with having a fear to fry. 

This is exactly why i choose to write as my mind fills up with crazy thoughts and throws fits. it's a therapy for me to try and work out all the kinks that make me sink, instead of cowardly throwin' in the towel n' calling it quits.


Details | Clerihew | |

Killing a Spy


Russian spy A. Litvinenko 
Had no heart, for a status quo;
But, when he revealed his odium, 
He earned the deadly polonium.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

HELP HER UP

written 2nd Aug 2013



This life is not as it should be
 pick up your wife, can't you see 

You're her husband, stand up!
 give her a reason, to again believe

She means 'everything'....to this family
 shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone

Do you actually know her at all...
 damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold

Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long
 it must be asked...do you still love her?

Are you willing to help her to her feet again?
 or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end

This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare
 how much does she really mean to you...do you still care?

Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it...
 Love and care, or death and dispirit

It's all up to you!
 Her loving husband, what will you do.....


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


Details | Couplet | |

Living contrasts

two people telling their stories
one fighting, one worries
warm breath shifts into white clouds
cancer’s death a freezing shroud
I listened to the both of them
their trust a private  gem 
I felt their huge and intimate fears
while walking on both saw my tears

©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012

GiMmI.. WhAt I wAnT.. wHaT I rEaLlY rEaLlY WaNt..... <3 
Contest Judged:  12/17/2012 12:00:00 AM	 
Sponsored by: Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver


5	Living contrasts        Ellie Daphne van Stralen




Details | Haiku | |

DEATH WISH HAIKU A Musical History of Cigarettes

 DEATH WISH HAIKU (AS Musical History of Cigarettes)
L.S.M.F.T.
Snooky Lanson sang it clear
smoke in every ear.

From your Hit Parade,
Frank Sinatra blew the words one time
Didn't Fence Him In.

Dorothy Collin's voice
America there's only one to smoke
Lucky Strike's the one.

Drifting up her nose
pulling smoke into her lung
biting on her tongue

what is she doing?
coffins closing in with nails
death as slow as snails.

Do you want a Lucky?
More satisfaction pleasure
undertakers measure.

Camel smoke was nil
More Doctors smoked  Lucky Strikes
Than Mike Hammer smoked.

Nicotine all day
tie hers up in Christmas bows
blow it out her nose.

Free on Navy ships
Sailors never saw the light
Though the match was free.


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His Gentleness

He gently creeps into her room
to rest tenderly near her side
 while thoughts of melancholy zoom
 in  of his once vibrant bride
she's been there for him
so many, many years
he sniffles~and tries to hide 
the sorrow and the tears
she has been injured and hurt
but has lost the fight
she will not make it through the night
she will be in paradise by tomorrow's day
he reaches to sniff her best skirt
holds it tight~ it smells of her perfume
he drags over to the vanity to spray
her familiar scent around the room
he cradles her head within his arm
then musters an adoring smile as he whispers in her ear, 
"Time travels fast, and I will see you in a while, my dear"
He provides her warmth by stroking her hair
he wants to capture this image of her there
he wants this moment painted on the wall
so that he can always,always recall
how peaceful she seemed while adrift somewhere.

Copyright McCuen 2009


Details | Monorhyme | |

No One Told Me

No One Told Me
A cement block is tied to my heart
Need a running start
At night my voice carries like a lark
Death’s arrow has hit its mark
My life is so dark
The side of the ocean is full of sharks
Some days I feel like such a tart
I used to be such a sweetheart
No one told me life would be so hard.


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Cigarettes

Cigarettes are gross. They can really kill you too Dead. Gone. Forever


Details | Tanka | |

The Monster Who Ate Her Chest

she opened her gown
to show me a flaming scar
something was missing...
the knife should have slashed deeper
disease still raged underneath

a young life wasted
back in nineteen fifty five
a mother and wife
whose white skin turned yellow from
the monster that ate her chest



Details | Free verse | |

Pleading with a Whisper

Pleading with a Whisper
(About the Holocaust)
By:  Emily Kroeger

He begs of me to leave him.
Barley a whisper.

What can I do?

He lies here, begging me to let him die.
Barley a whisper.

What can I do?

Leave him to die?
Barley a whisper.

Leave him to be sent to a grave not worthy of him?
Barley a whisper.

No!  Never!
He’s my father!
Barley a whisper.

Father!
Father!
Oh my dear father, 
Barley a whisper.

I say through blurred eyes and unsteady voice,
Come, father, come,
Do not give into death.

Those lying around you have already seen heavens depths.
Barley a whisper.

Come father,
I will not let you fade away like a whisper in the wind.
 


Details | Free verse | |

death

Time fell fast 
Things became hard
Worries were vast
Lives begain scared

Hopes endlessly hidden
All things seemed forbidden
Days filled with darkness
Lives consumed and left sparkless

Awaiting the doom
Sitting only in gloom
Heaven wept
No souls were kept


Details | Bio | |

Why Should I Cry








        ********

When the World as it appear
    Has collapsed beyond
           All Tears'
    Why should I cry....
            --------
When I could just die
        --------
When life grows' beyond
         Meaning
And there is no reason
          To try....
      -------
My life has no meaning
    There is no truth
        Only a lie
And Dream of
Happiness that loom
     From above
And I do ask?
Just one more time....
Please let me try!


          Poet Author
          Gary Fields


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Mama, oh Mama

Bleeding through my sinus
Experts say I have THE VIRUS
.............................................
.............................................

I try to smile but I can’t
My lips are numb (and)
My tongue is frozen
My eyes refuse to open
My mouth is ajar but I cannot speak
As this breath of mine gets weak
My dear life has become a mess
Sickness has robbed my happiness
The pills that I take are all in vain
Needles and pipes fail to erase my pain
I overheard the doctor conversing with a nurse
There is no vaccine or cure for my curse
I thank my folks for holding my hand
But mama, you better understand
Appreciate what my song is about
There is no denying, there is only one way out
Give unto Caesar what belongs to Caesar
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes
The writing is on the wall
The mighty tree must fall
Mama I will never walk again
Mama we will never talk again
Mama you will never see me again
It is time for me to face my maker
All my good things you must remember
The not so good things you must forgive
Please forgive me, for I have to leave
I lived right so I’m not afraid to leave
Like a leaf detached from its tree I fall
Time has come to answer my call


Details | I do not know? | |

TIME

Time
is all I've got
and even though others wish
for more
I can not stand 
another minute

Time
Seem like I´m going backwards
and even though I wish
for a return
I am not likely
to find my way there

Time
trapped in a paralyzed body
and even though my family wish
for me to live
I can not find one
single reason to do so

Time 
captured in total emptiness
and even though you wish
to understand
I am not likely
to explain anyway

Time
hurts when one is waiting to die
and even though life may wish
to go on 
I can not see any
dignity in it


Details | Lyric | |

Unsuspecting Victim

Four teenagers 
Paige
Matt
Kevin
Kat

Backgrounds-
Paige- psychic, can see and talk to the dead, has demons who come to her for help
Matt- Has demons attachted to him, dating paige
Kevin- A Nerd from school, intersted in pot
Kat- Training psychic, paiges best friend, dating kevin

Prom Night- 2011

Sitting in the car positioning themselves
into a compfy spot
Matt sits in the driving seat
Paige in the passenger seat
Kat and Kevin in the back seat
Kat laying on Kevins shoulder
All of them latch there seat belts
Driving unto the road to go to after prom
Paige sees someone
Someone no oe else can see but her
Sitting right beside her is her (demon but almost human ghost) friend
He whispers "i can try to keep you save from everything, but i cant make a promise)
She looks down at Matts foot
Holding unto the break peddal is one of Matts demons
The demon breaks the pedal and has one hand into the engine of the car
A car coming up behind them
Trying to pass them
Matt decides to make it difficult for them to pass
As he does he tries to hit the breaks
And they didnt work
They drive into the ditch 
Trying not to hit the other car infront of them
Flipping a few times as they land with all the tires on the ground and the 
Top of the car towards the sky
Paige lays on the windsheild her head cut by the glass
She looks  at her self
She sees her body laying there looking up at Matt as he smirks to her
His eyes turn black and he smirks again
Paiges ghost friend opens the door and pushes her out
Far from the car
She now lays close to the road
She watches the car as it rolls off the hill
Flipping it again, also looking down at her lifeless body
She sees Matts demon again

The Night After

Paige was rushed to the hospital
Matt, Kevin and Kat left with only bruises and a few cuts
Paiges brain was internally bleeding
She stands in the hospital 
Outside of her body
Standing looking at her ghost friend
He ssays to her "as much as i want you to be here with me, your family needs you in your other life"
She wakes up a few hours later, in her body, and getting better


Details | Free verse | |

Betwixt Bars

Can you feel?

Can you feel the tremor?
That rocks your world
That shakes the cage
Like a beast trapped outside
A beast raging against the bars
It lifts, it throws, it rages
Can you feel it?

And in the aftermath,
You can hear the cooing, cajoling
Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars
And they croon and cluck like fretting hens
Petting your bars and calling for you
to reach out and take these strings
Tie them where they cannot reach
Deep within, where no one else goes
And let these good people in,
They preen and you shake your head
Seeing the gleam in their eyes
Oh so like the ape’s
Cooing, cajoling... cawing
And oh, how you can feel it...

But I’m here so hold on
I’ll sit by your bars,
I’ll sit by the door
right beneath that lock that turns from within
And I won’t rage, or set the siren’s call upon you
I’ll sit by your bars, and keep you company
My friend;

But Cold bars let through a breeze friend...
Your sharp breath is not secreted away
And with every breath you take
Your lungs are profaned
And you cannot hide
Behind bars

You cannot hide

From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes
My eyes that see too clear
And you cannot hide from what I see
What you can feel
Pressing in, from us all
So just let us in
My friend,
Let us in, for we will not be kept out
Life does not surrender, life does not hold back
Life seeps through
Every crack,
And be sure, there are cracks everywhere
Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through,
And you feel it don’t you?
That which you see deep in my eyes
You feel it
That feeling so clearly reflected
When I look into your soul
That fear alive in my eyes
That rages within you,

But don’t fear a battle you have lost
Do not fear the day you must face the world
The world, friend, has never
Turned its face from you
And the rest of us:
Well we are not so brave
We are not iron bars moulded to flesh
That fear you see is real
And it is ours all
But we cannot hide
From what burns within
And I will not die
Hiding from life
And I will not cower when I tremble inside
I will not rest in a cage when I am tired
And I, friend, I am so tired
Of living between bars.


Details | I do not know? | |

teens life in Oakland

*A assignment was due in class. *

Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence

Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children

When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
VIOLENCE


Details | Rhyme | |

Standing Tall

High above the ground I am towering
It is life down below that I bring
The wind blows, my leaves taking wing
Beside my large mass rests a mere sapling

The sun is new, through the clouds break
Bright rays of light cause me to wake
The day held before I forsake
The future is something I’m ready to make

The life that I breathe is brought by light
It is time that I ought to fight
To write this poem, it took dear time
But through and through it began to rhyme


Details | Rhyme | |

The sickly old man

There once was a man who lay sick in bed
He could not get up to reach his wooden-leg
He had no maid or family to bid it
So lived a lonely life he did
His wife had died of slavery
His heart did break in a thousand ways
The reason he had no leg is a mystery..

The old man died sadly 
Myself did weep a bit
For a sickly man should not die alone

His only friend was me 
a little mouse with a family of three
When he pleaded with me to fetch his leg
I could not manage being so small
He said ' it didn't matter anyway, 
he was sickly and only had a few hours to live'

It was true that he did
but myself did pray for his soul
He was the kindest old man
with his big heart of gold


Details | Haiku | |

deeply, the last rose

deeply, the last rose inhales for a final breath farewell her perfume


Details | I do not know? | |

Meat

Waiting, waiting, waiting
Cold feet 
CUT
bleeding
Red blood seep
Curdles in heat
Strung out
I long
the sun, the sun
Calming
To warm my anaphylactic tongue


Details | I do not know? | |

For They Are Many And Legion Is There Name

standing at the edge of no more time
I see the bottom of the grave 

it looks, of mud and cold without no rest in place 
malted ice flakes dancing in snow-ish rain  

i will not move 
no i can not move 
fear has taken over me

how cold 
how sad 
i do not know how to fight
this demon, who is not a demon 
but the DEVIL him self
he has a head 
with eyes and ears 
who do not get caught
for They Are Many 
and i am only one 

trust no one....
is not just a saying 
but a truth to live by 
for they know the price of blood 
and will sell out all who get in their way 

"My name is Legion, for we are many"
"Nomen mihi Legio est, quia multi sumus"(In Latin)


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The crying girl

A little girl's heard crying 
In her room at Mary kings close
Not everyone hears, only a few
If you listen carefully
You may hear her to
Let's call her little Annie
As no one knows her name
People leave her presents
To try and ease her pain
Pustules on her face they weep
Her body red and sore 
She prays each night the pain to stop
She can't take it any more
The pain it keeps her crying
At night it hurts the most
In 1645 Annie died of the plague
And what we hear now is her ghost


Details | Free verse | |

My Final Destination

pain misdiagnosed for three years encouraging prognoses based on lies wish I could return to more carefree days but now I know neuropathy has my life on the line pain subsides as numbness sets in in time I’ll feel nothing at all but the bliss of eternal life when my autonomic nervous system shuts down no fear, no tears just expectation reuniting with loved ones who passed sharing love that never dies in the spirit world my final destination
*Entry for LeighAnn’s “Afflictions” Contest


Details | Sonnet | |

Gulf Oil Spill

Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored
The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored

As anger and frustration surges across the Coast
The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most

Several past months, many lives have been erased
In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith

Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters

It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention
Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions

Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known
What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone?

Many local residents are now suffering from depressions
So think about what lies ahead, our future generations


©RashanaKing2010


Details | Free verse | |

Felt A Funeral In My Brain

In light an observed heat to penetrate the night

I felt a funeral in my brain kind of insane?
Struggles to reach the perplexed end yet to what;
A dungeon of its myraid calling
Now deeper penetrating deeper to its torn crust 

To equate logic at its visible mile

A shade of torn logic in derision
What was your parting decision/
One will equate logical persuasion?
A vested call in search of its perplexed acquaintance

Felt a funeral in my brain kind of lost now insane;

Shaped dreams from my hair the pretty child awaits the storm;

In eternity's charm fought back the silence from within....
Shades of torn columns of sod branched in its delicate cuff


Perhaps this is the place where Nero once tred?


Details | Rhyme | |

Butterflies

Trickles slowly down her face.
Under that smile mask your fear.  
Drop by drop you feel this disgrace.
Regretting the end be so near.
Nothing deserved or understood so. 
But one thing learned you have no choice but to go.
Pulling you under the bed of disease. 
You eyelids wither close with such ease.
Fingers unclench the sheets of the bed. 
Millions of butterflies fly from your head. 
Peace now been reached up in the sky. 
I sit here and smile a butterfly passes by. 

   
 


Details | Free verse | |

NICOTINE DREAM

                                                     Nicotine death
                                                     devil in smoke 

                               shining in front your eyes with Harry potters
                                                 invisible cloak taking
                                                 Breath by breath with 
                                                      every smoke 
                                                       you'll choke

                                                        its no joke
                                         stop the smoke stop the smoke 

                  black
                                tar 
                  dimming 
                        a
                     inner 
                                star
                             shriveling
                                    lungs

                                          far to 
                                               young  bad tasting
                                                       tongue

struggling to 
     absorb air 

so you seek to sit down some where ,frantically stretching
to reach a near chair, with a mysterious fear, with the 
other hand wiping a single tear, and you can hear a 
loud chime and ringing ,as your swaying swinging and 
you whisper your last poem, that you never got to show EM!
 HE SAYS ......I shall never smoke again..... THE END
                  He in the arms of Gentle she.
                he watches his body from above
                              it was to late 
                Becoming smoke was his final fate....
                          ITS SAD TO SAY IT!

                              Grime in lungs
                     Grime took his time away
               with his wife and kids he couldn't stay 
                               I don't know but 
                              i am no hypocrite
                             but I decided to quit!


Details | Lanterne | |

Illegal Drugs

Drugs
Pushers
Scum of the earth
God help our youth
Death


Details | Elegy | |

When Angels Cried

I believe in angels
I saw one just today
She sat beside a mother
As they took her child away

She wrapped her wings around her
She listened while mom prayed
Through coffee cups and flowing tears
And yet the angel stayed

Nurses, doctors came and went
Daylight turned to eve
Mom sat alone or paced the halls
And yet the angel would not leave

Scrubs of green approached the doors
With paper shoes; mask hanging free
The angel stayed because she knew
The news was bad, you see

A little boy was draped in light
He joined the angel by her side
They held mom's hand as she was told
Her baby boy had died.


Details | Haiku | |

Smoker

A saturated room
A cancerous smoke blower
Killer of my child


Details | Lyric | |

Junkie

you know its wrong 
but you do it to overpower the pain
not strong enough to stay away from it
you would die without it
in its presence your heart knows no shame
even if you try to win the fight
your heart will overrule your mind
Theres nothing you can do
its chained to you
you cant get free
look what this drug did to you


Details | Rhyme | |

I dont want to think about that

So what if i smoke, who does it hurt?
Why do you care what plant i choose to grow from the dirt?
I just want to laugh again,
I i just want to smile again,
Smile for something other then a family photo.
This is my crutch, this is how i cope..
This is how i tell my self that there is still hope, It could be my only hope.
My obi-wan-kanobi, the only one who knows me.
I don't know if your my savior but do believe your close,
you keep me laughing, you keep me off a rope.
mother why can't you see! 
This is so much more then dope!
It leaves a sour taste now because I know you don't approve,
there is so much worse things that i could use and abuse,
Don't you remember my friend Dillon? Don't you remember the news?
I knew he was getting into bad Sh*t but i just ignored the clues..
but f*ck, i don't want to think about that....
F*CK! I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT!
Maybe if i smoke this it will somehow bring him back..


Details | Rhyme | |

Blessings Forever Free

Death plays tricks on all that exclaim.
Life withers you away without fame.
Love can sweep away any kind of blame.
Lust will drive you into a dangerous game.
One without the other will drive you insane.
Each one you must control to kill the pain.
Your soul, heart and mind will complain.
Your spirit can guide you on a level plain.
These things I have learned from others I see.
These things are a part of us and yes even me.
My faith holds me to the ground under a tree.
Blessings that are given keep me forever free.


Details | Senryu | |

Old Bones

sifting through the stones
wrist deep in icy currents
the creak of old bones


Details | Tanka | |

Love You

total enchantment
the time I shared here with you
long past the times, few
 
sometimes I feel the cancer  
is in us both not just you


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What If Tomorrow Never Comes

I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.


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Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs


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In the eye of the beholder

Poem by Jorn Boor '' In the eye of the beholder ''

 

The path of life I will walk, slowly I will grow old

Along this road I stumble, throughout the years in which I unfold

 

Insecurity's hold me, only strong tough.. in my past before

Skill & faith... I use my tool set, to build my fundamental inner core

 

Passing phases of moving progression, through my moments of thought

Life's happiness I treasure in full, it's the ingredient for which I fought

 

I mature through life element's, painful encounters bring hard challenges for sure

My mind is set on self realization, which is destined to hold ones cure.

 

I like to run, I love to play, fight through all of my dislikes.

As long as I am still aging, I stay determinate to gain insights

 

Triggers, traps, challenges.. I won't give in, I will not be afraid.

Life's disadvantages I need to handle, so in the end I can set them straight

 

I let my inner soul control my destiny, I focus, I pay attention

I'll grow responsible, I create happiness within this true intention.

 

Birth intended I feel blessed to live, I must shine each single day

I hold in mind to respect my life, I choose to live it in my own way.

 

I stand up for all of my choices, of which I am allowed to make.

Otherwise I am not able to die in peace, I can't allow that my soul is fake.

 

Frustration towards Human Race, I feel the truth is loosing ground

One day I trigger the alarm, to your convenience I will let it sound

 

I'll be my own friend, the bond I create within will set me free

Maybe it doesn't mean to you that much for now, but in the end you'll agree

 

Hiding is the key for failure, in the end I will regret

I enjoy thunder, the lightings and rain, cleansed air is the result which I expect.

 

Faith is creating a gift we handout ourselves, it leads us towards alignment

My environment is a product of me, accomplished... so i can die in contentment. 

 

Jorn Boor, Johannesburg SA 

Date: 26-10-11


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Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


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Mind And Then The Body (Christmas 2009)

Christmas Day 2009,
I went to see my grandma for what I'm sure will be the last time,
I enter the code and into the door,
Into the lift to the second floor,
Past the T.V room and an eerie feeling tilted and odd,
The folks in Christmas hats are all on the nod,
The smell of a cheap roast n the stench of getting old,
And my grandma mumbles that the rooms too cold,
She wants to go for a walk but she doesn't know where,
She doesn't remember who I am...
It doesn't seem fair that she was once smart, feisty and bold,
Ive never, not once, thought I'll get that old..
Cant take it, Don't want to see it, the guilt, my grandma all alone,
She lost her mind, her bodies going and it all stated in an old peoples home.


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The Imperfections of Humanity

We are not aware of what we are capable of
nor whether if it's wrong or right.
We sometimes have the will and might
and many of us will stand up and fight.

To show courage and strength
takes determination and motivation.
Wait.....
What am I talking about?

We cheat, we lie, and make mistakes.
We're not perfect in any way.

We weren't made to live forever
but made to live and wilt away.
We suffer through pain and it's hardships
And even sometimes experience love.

Yes, I've had thoughts of suicide
so I can fade away.
Realizing I had issues...
I didn't care.

I've always known who I was inside
and never gave up. 
I'm no philosopher like Socrates
nor do I have a college degree.
But I was raised to be somebody in this world
even if I'm going to fail countless times.

Enough about me.
Lets talk about the human race.

We will get up when knocked down.
We will fight for people we love.
We will live life like it's our last.
We will love ourselves for who we are.

We are only human.
Our imperfections is what makes us perfect.
Therefore, we are perfect in our own little way.


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Letting Her Go

Fear runs through her entire body,
As she takes the dagger from her boyfriends case.
She quietly walks through the kitchen,
Writing a note telling him everything will be okay.

The open door lets in a cold winter breeze,
Her bare feet sinks deep into the snow.
She kneels on the ground holding the dagger in her hand,
And she thrusts it into her chest nice and slow.

The pain is excruciating but she keeps on going,
She feels the blood run down her fingers,
As she fights blacking out,
The dark begins to linger.

Her mind was made up,
But now she made the mistake,
She left her love behind,
She’s fighting to say awake.
She opened her eyes as wide as she could,
To look up into the face of her love,
He felt the warmth of her blood.

He carried her to the car,
And drove as fast as he possibly could,
Arrived at the hospital,
With thought he misunderstood.

“Why would she take her life,
She knows I love her so,
I never thought this day would come,
The day I had to let her go.”


Details | I do not know? | |

"91% Isopropyl Alcohol, College Love"

"91% Isopropyl Alcohol, College Love"

what at a wonderful CRIME...
putting something in my  colorless, flammable chemical compound 
thats used to treat wounds in my home 

wash my face, rub it with  91% Isopropyl Alcohol 
and what a NIGHTMARE....
my face starts to TWITCH...
just like when CARS DRIVE by and blow who knows what in my face...      

i thought i was crazy but when i saw a man in a business suit 
like a social worker, make a HORRIBLE look on his face 
i new (knew) I'm NOT CRAZY!~

but i'm sure he'll keep his mouth shut...
you see it wouldn't do one bit of good  
not ones going to do one little thing to help me...

smiling faces from colleges...  
have fear, have mush fear...
  
aka:lyricvixen


Details | I do not know? | |

6 o'clock news

Black rose petals drift ominously to the ground under the moonlit sky
There sits a girl crying beside the body she once knew
I take her hand in mine and tell her she’s beautiful
Even with all her scars
Even with all her flaws
She’s perfect the way she is but does she believe me? I think not
A couple days later she’s on the 6 o’clock news
A couple days later the world has stopped for her
A life once so pure, now so full of self hate
Taken by the shadows of doubt
Taken by the shadows of self starvation
Taken until she wasted away
There sits a girl crying at what she sees in the mirror
With each handful of skin her heart fills with fear
I asked her to stop but got no response
Her mind is made up her body has lost
All turns black, she’s barely alive, can’t open her eyes
The tubes in her arms are how she’ll survive
A couple weeks later she’s on the 6 o’clock news
A couple months later she sees a new light
The road to recovery is a long way’s away 
The road to recovery is what saved her that day
But now when I see her I remember that girl
She cried out for help and nobody came
She was taken away by the shadows of doubt 
She was taken away by the shadowy depths of self starvation
She was taken away until she wasted away
Would it be different if somebody cared?
Would it be different if you had been there?



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The Tortured Soul

Life was hard and he had lost all that mattered
first his mother who was murdered on her way home.
He watched his Dad unable to cope with her loss
fade away to skin and bones a relief when he passed on.

His wife walked out on him with their three children
leaving him with a pile of debts and a broken heart.
He lost his job for too much time off with no reference
and soon he would lose his house to the bank and divorce.

Now the final straw he was terminally ill and in pain
constant debilitating pain that sapped away his strength.
Lining up the bottles he poured out a healthy sized drink
and placed the pills ready in rows, with six in each pile.

Putting on a selection of his favourite bands he hunkered down,
settling himself as comfortably as possible this last thing
in his own hands, he got to chose. Not the illness he would beat
that by his own choice, for him death no longer held any fear.

Sipping, swallowing he washed down the pills until none remained.
After all enough was enough and he had nothing left to lose.
As he drifted off he dreamed of better times now past and gone
Soon he was walking in pleasant green pastures, ahead he could see.

His parents waiting with smiles on their faces and open arms
a vivid bright light that burned his eyes and yet welcomed.
He walked through the veil with eager steps to perfect peace
leaving behind without any regrets, the empty husk of his body.


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Praise God

If it's not one thing then it's another.
I'm either fighting with my dad or hearing screams from my mother.
My girlfriend doesn't trust me. I can't pay for therapy.
I can't do this all alone. I get down on my knees.
I ask the lord for forgiveness, right before I begin.
Although he is a forgiving God, how could he look upon sin?
Prayer is so simple even a child can start.
It's not all imagination, your faith must come from the heart.
It's all so real, the thrill you feel, the chill that's going through you.
You no longer fear it, the holy spirit starts showing and glowing, it's true.
Who knew that you, that tough guy? The one that wouldn't believe?
Then why are you always calling out for him when your unable to achieve?
He's always there to help us. Stand out and give it a try.
The Closer you get to God you'll see this isn't a lie.
Thank you, Jesus! Praise Jesus! Halliugha! Oh Lord!
I can never lose a battle using you as a sword!
Life here is too short, yesterday is already gone.
Knowing where you'll spend eternity will help keep you moving on.
Praise God!


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THE EXPRESS

Walking know-where is somewhere, walk-on
Having so much of a thing in something equals satisfaction
Words trigger existing Miracles within, you are the Miracle
man can justify every act, this God knows.
So to all He gifted brains to think, use it.
If need be, GOD you will see alive
Peace here might elude but never when gone in Truth
Death overwhelms, yours you would never know
Love the Sinner you are not the judge, GOD is.
If you feel you have been here before then you have, 
right the wrongs to glow Divine.
Came in fast and disappeared,
Let not the pursue of Wealth sweep Health

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah


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The Gift of Choices

Hello, dear tumor,
my miracle, my gift

You’re my crossroad to life
or a death that is swift

You’re the real deal,
there’s sure no denying

So which do I choose -
living well, or just dying?

I’ll take Option A
on the menu of choices

Option B can only serve
to silence my voices

Who have so much to say
Yes, I choose life today
And for this, the whole universe rejoices!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Wait

Sitting in these uniform white 
halls…
Waiting for that dreaded 
bacterial call...
Each time just another Everest 
height fall…
Running out of time, just trying 
to cling to our pain,
Every filthy prolonging lie like a 
sterile acid rain,
Praying that before your clock 
chimes, God unlocks your 
chains
Every tornado twist of my heart 
like a tsunami’s initial rain of 
relief,
Just giving way to one more 
catastrophic hurricane of my 
grief
The times my heart doesn’t 
shatter with selfish love are 
brief,
Nurse’s news ravaging our 
souls, trying to turn you to the 
church, 
Before you expire into infection, 
through purgatory gates you 
lurch
A way to get that closure, to 
have found sanity in my love to 
end my search,
Just the thought, to my 
tattered heart like a mercury 
stake,
Snatching you from demon’s 
and angel’s arms, I insist it’s all 
a mistake,
But I know inside, their current 
plan for us is just to harshly 
take…

**Dedicated to Paul Hellewell**


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Misunderstandings

They said I was young, they said I was foolish
As I made many mistakes of all types
They misunderstood; I was taking those risks
To find some purpose in my life
 
They said I was strong for succeeding in life
And never being mentally frail
They misunderstood; I worked my hardest
To make sure I would never fail
 
They said I was foolish for trying to win you over,
For thinking a chance with you was even true
They misunderstood; I could never ignore
The beauty God had given to you
 
They said it was amazing, despite all the turmoil
We had made it for so long
They misunderstood; for us it was as easy
As discerning right from wrong
 
They called me caring, loving, and charming
And being the best husband there could be
They misunderstood; I was just trying to give back
The love you had bestowed onto me
 
They called me lost, deranged, insane
That I was living the epitome of a lie
They misunderstood; I was just in denial
That you had left my life and died
 
They called me pitiful for weeping at the funeral
For not being able to stay through it all
They misunderstood; I wanted you alive
I wish I had taken the fall
 
They said I was crazy for jumping off that building
At the age of thirty seven
They misunderstood; I was trying to get to you
So we could be together again in heaven


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When In Death

Requiem lost within the ever after frown,
and it's down;
glorious fluff a flutter and a raining,
to the dust, my lungs farewell.

For cancer, nay a zodiac's best friend
and it's cursed horoscope, to end-
public breathing projects,
public drinking projects
and the life's essentials long forgot;
...I cast my luck with fate's dump truck.

The song of wheezing, puff and in;
the sound that something's wrong within,
the shallow mile we've walked so far,
was all that worth it for a car?

Dust arraigned and dust opaque,
flying nearsight near my face ,
wafting to and fro with breeze,
my lungs shrivel and cough and wheeze.

Then the glowing dust in cell,
permeates my inner self,
and I idle gawk about,
at scenery ado without;

thus terror, thus plague,
yet all is so opaque;

...so opaque is the frown,
the world now wears it as a crown;

...eternity seems so royal, when in death.


Details | Couplet | |

Heart Attack

I only had one heart attack
...but it felt like two.
When the second came,
it was quite true.

The wait seemed long
...but I knew it short.
'till the tests came back
and could now cohort.

The weeks went by
...but they felt like days.
I had missed the pain,
yet I feared the blaze.

The years have passed
...but only seconds remain.
Now I fear the heart.
Here comes the pain.

It's quiet and stiff
...but also dark.
Here is my death.
Goodbye; a lark.


Details | Rhyme | |

BRUCE KEVIN

MY STORY IS LONG AND OH SO SAD
HEROIN WAS HIS TRUE DEMISE

HE WORKED VERY LITTLE BUT THE FACT
IS KNOWN, HEROIN WAS THE CHOICE FOR 
NOT ALCHOHOL ALONE

HE WAS A GOOD PERSON REALLY HE WAS
FOR HELPING OTHERS HE TRIED TO DO

HE WAS A POOR SOUL, THAT HAD LOST HIS WAY
WHAT A SHAME HE HAD SO MUCH PAIN

REMEMBERING BRUCE WHEN WE WERE GROWING UP
HIS HEART WAS GOOD AND HE HAD SO MUCH

A HOME, A CAR AND PARENTS WHO CARED

BUT THE DRUGS WON HIM OVER, HIS POOR SOUL IN NEED

HE DID TAKE MONEY AND STOLE THINGS, FROM THE FAMILY MY
DAD OH WHAT A MESS IT WAS TO HAVE BEEN FOR HIM 

HE DIED ON MEMORIAL DAY 2003, LET US REMEMBER THAT OTHERS 
ARE AT RISK AND I WAS TO TELL THE STORY OF BRUCE LIKE HE WANTED
TO INSTRUCT OTHERS TO BE OFF THIS HORRIBLE TRAIN
THE TRAIN THAT LED HIM TO SELF DESTRUCT, 

BUT THE WONDERFUL 
THING ABOUT MY BROTHER BRUCE
HIS KIND HEART AND SOUL WAS THE THING HE TRULY HAD THE MOST OF

WHAT A WASTE OF A HUMAN BEING WHO KNEW, THE HEARTACHE AND PAIN OF THE
DRUG CALLED HEROIN


Details | I do not know? | |

The Boogieman wears white

The Boogieman wears white and a stethoscope

go softly into the room of blank wanderings

kill with out a witness to a crime

a shoulder without all that is of good and time 

break the trust of the ones 

who knows not your whys 

but, so know this great ominous servant

all can not be hidden 

for the day when eyes are open 

and your sin are made, for you, to bare 

will be the day, i will sing at heaven gates

and the debts of the dead will have to be payed 

because murder can't always been seen

there must be a hell.... 

look deeper...believe in you gut! 

I believe in my me!
but how do you make others 
believe in you?

aka:lyricvixen 12/29/2010    


   


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Dear Lord (by kimmy holmes my daughter)

Dear Lord 
please receive me
i've been stumblin around
deceivin me
i wan't heaven now
how do I get that?
do I stop eatin meat
stop being me
How do I get to Heaven?
I NEEDS my mama
I need my Sons
My SUNS
I'm lyin
dyin
before everyones eyes


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Sweet Lorrayne { Rondel}

<                                          Sweet sweet Lorrayne
                                            No voice to speak
                                            Smile always peaked
                                            Just wanted to end her pain

                                         
                                            Known to one and all
                                            Cookies cakes she loved to bake
                                            Orders were never to small
                                            Family tradition she wanted to make


                                            Meds and revival she wanted nil
                                            Family and friends held her hand
                                            Assured she would wake in the promise land
                                            Lit a candle and placed it next to cross in window sill
                                            Oh ye hearts tears did over ~ flow and fill
                                     

                                  


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Life (part2)

My life is a rhythm of a universe which has gone forth
complete and changing from the hands of my creator
I am one with myself
but was once not me

Till I pass my life on…
I live!

I am humble and grateful -
For the changes of the seasons
For the flow of my heart’s desire
For the salt in my tears
For the pain of my wounds 
For the sweetness of every bite
For the care of my companions
For the love of my beloved
For the lessons that I learn
For the path of my destiny
For the beauty my eyes behold
For the moments of truth that remind me of all of the above

Till I pass my life on…
I live!


Details | Nonet | |

Cheery Blossoms

Cherry Blossoms bare their fruit, virtue... . Flat tail beavers; construct their lives... . Mordant lives carry no scars... . Dormant lives wallow, there... . Seasons amble by... . Truth enlightens... . Leaves remind... . Live, fall... . Die... . Authors Note This is Nonet form of poetry written in a prose form of Conversational Style of poetry... . In practicing this Nonet form the rules are the first line of the poetry itself is a complete "Nine" syllables, as the next 8 lines cycle from eight all the way down to one... . It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional. Prose Poetry is written in narrative form of poetry. When I say practicing this combination of poetry, well it is like writing in Haiku form, it requires great deal patience and thoughtfulness to complete, but when finished, it centers the mind as it opens the mind to write more freely... . Thank you for your time in reading, God bless and hey have fun yes... ?


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Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.


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Untaken Advice - 2002

She can't remember a woman who gave her ever so great advice
Instead of taking it, she risked her life on a dice
She told her how to respect and love herself in her youth
She didn't tell her what to do; it was her decision to choose
She warned her of dangers of the streets and drugs
She warned her not to go past kisses and hugs
She didn't listen; she hit the road and tried some smack
And on and on it went, and there was no coming back
She then got sick from an angry man who raped it her
She lost her mind, she was crashing, but too late to get clean.
And the young woman died from the sickness at only nineteen
The woman heard about the her death and thought it was a dream
If only she had taken a thought to the wise woman's words
She could have been saved if she had listened to what she heard


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Faked

I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me 
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!" 
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it  everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat

He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face

I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there 
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them





Details | Free verse | |

The Dying Limb

So tightly squeezed shut
Is the flow to healthy flesh,
That might by your release 
Ramble back and return again.

The tireless dancer sends an echo,
Desperate, pressing,
Pulsing into the vice
So far from home.


Details | Light Poetry | |

a dark mind -by mah friend joe

a black void,
merly a gate way into the mind,
a realm shrouded in mystery,
an elementalist stands on guard focusing on one point,
the shadow of a single stone slab,
the beutiful amithist glowing radiently,
is it a thought,
is it his soul,
no... it is his pure essence as he gives in his etire mind and metality
as he opens his eyes and sees the world around him 
war violence,
it is all pointless to him for he see's not a wall but an opening
a mere stepping stone,
his steps away leaving his dark thoughts behind
a single peice of amithist forms in the dirt
-joe


Details | Rhyme | |

My best friend

I can feel it coming
The end of your story is near.
But please let me tell you, 
How much I care
For all the moments you protected and loved me,
I'll never forget how you took away my fear.
The most wonderful companion 
Who dried every tear.
It saddens me to see you go
But you will always be remembered, this I swear.
As I lay beside you thinking of the memories 
Of me walking and feeding you, a perfect pair.
It never was owner and dog, just friends
Who loved and played so no one could compare.
I wish I didn't have to see you weaken and go,
For I know I'm losing someone dear.
And can't stand the thought of an empty home and an empty heart.
But I will always love you even in this despair.  
Please go on strong and someday we will be,
The best human and dog pair.


Details | Haiku | |

...our lobster killers

 
...our lobster killers
BP's oil spill destroying
ocean, tap water


Details | I do not know? | |

It won't be long now

my hair is falling out 
on legs, with bold spots 
my jaw is popping and clicking
no it won't be long now
the boil are treatable
but no one treats them 
it won't be long now


Details | I do not know? | |

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_MKULTRA

Unknowing is a word that
should be bleed for(from) my soul
cut out like a fairy tale that
melted its way into reality
bent over like a tree
in a storm of CIA lies
via to my own death of mind
i have been in slaved


Details | I do not know? | |

"Tastes Like band-aids"2/18/09

breathing. it hurts, what do, i do  
what (wait) till death, and i wonder 
why the air taste like band-aids 
open the window, but it make me cough even harder
stand in a straight line soldier!
I tell myself, don't you dare cry~ 
and it still tastes like band-aids 
potions made of poison, filling my home 

i can feel the tighten around my head 
and my heart is moving with fear~ 
I jump too everything i hear
and it still tastes like band-aids...


aka:lyricvixen


Details | Pastoral | |

AID's


******Note****

Speaking out on AID'S//



We all die
        from AID'S
           Directly
     -Or-
Indirectly

             GF


Details | Verse | |

The Indian Night

The crows sing
Until you cover your eyes
Crossed up in the night when the dead are living 
And I’m still sipping 
She walks away never forgetting
Moved to the land of the strangers 
Finding joy in the simplest of lies 
The piece of you I had admired dies 


Details | Free verse | |

Within Myself

I exist within myself
Signs of an inner prophet forewarn
Of my descending doom
My body is telling me
It is time for rest
Aches and pain
Disease and ills
No pills or creams
Can fix me
I feel my mortality
I know my existence seeps away
Seeping so so far away
I know but choose ignorant
Enjoying what life is left
I live to live
I go to go
I am to be
Onward forward never look back
Smile for the world
Laugh for all others
Love for love
But within I feel
Within I hear
Within I know
Time is my enemy
I exist within myself.


Details | I do not know? | |

Bad Blood

Blue blood, red blood, royal blood, good blood...
Bad blood.

My investigations into blood,
The brifest of forays into science.
Disect the subject,
Swift, swift cuts.
You wont feel a thing.

Dripping onto the carpet,
My circumstantial scientific evidence.
Specimens and evidence,
Evidence and specimens.

Crisp dry blood,
Crack, crack with movement.
Heals over,
Just like new.

My body is a tapestry of scarred patterns.
Proof of my scientific engagements.
But for the lack of conclusions, 
I would be truely bona fide.

As much blood as I cut out,
Bad blood soon replaced it.
Its secrets perplex my inner scientist.
My inner child is scared.
My outer masochist is ready.
My scalpel is prepared.


Details | Narrative | |

SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


Details | Free verse | |

Sun Bleats

That which would make me a cog in the machine , 
dragoon me into a lethal automaton
	be left in the walls of sleep.

As the sun bleats in fear of crowds &
the sparrows call w-/in a ring of fire.
	Let the world spin on thru space's 
quagmire sinking ships in the velvet ink 
	on the writer's hand. Or let the 
chase end w-/ hands holding crystal ducks &
 chunks of lung, held by the prism of 
	your stare.

	To dance swirling down the drain 
as another matter for the brain to tick 
as a clock tocks out seven days to review 
& recall all infected packets of nurofen.

	Prescribing Anti-psychotics for a mild case
of the flu while the fever dreams strike 
	drowning in clay & blank doll faces.

As my daughter will drink only the finest wine 
& my son will make all the other children cry 
w-/ the malice of his fingers.
	
	In the first flash of a passionate love
affair , feather light, beating as two hearts 
revolve round the moon lit stage. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Prayer for Haiti

My prayers go out to the people of Haiti.
All the sons, and daughters,
The moms, fathers, sisters and brothers.
I pray for you like no other.

This disaster has stricken
out of from under.
Many lost, many mourned for.
Under the ruble city floor.

Please God, rescue these people.
Save them from these quakes.
Please God, I have faith
that you will save them with much haste.

I continue to pray for the people of Haiti,
stricken with grief.
Those without a home,
and those buried in stone.


Details | Rhyme | |

Acid Dawn


Let us rest our heads upon the pillow of denial, turn twilight in the last clear reflection of the silent moon. Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, lest we be; 
...swimming in an acid dawn.

The corpse of shellings, scales a strewn, where once transparent was so blue,
this morning features scarlet hue, as skin is shredded in the burning morn. 
Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, 
lest we be;
...swimming in an acid dawn.

...And come mid sun up, we shall bathe; 
within sulfuric, petrol waves and drink our lemon juice until we choke. 
Till our teeth rot and our tears evoke, the pandora’s box which we awoke. 

An orange bright, our arid plight, and we the specks of dust behind;
lurching a dehydrated, evaporated existence. Famine on our minds.
Walking footsteps which no longer walk, dreaming of the past to escape the future as the present seeps our blood and marrow, the desert sun, a piercing arrow, stabbing at our hearts.

We hobble, oh we hobble and we hobble through the wasted years, through bones and makeshift graves, we’ll hobble into the final age;
where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards,
lest we be;
...swimming in an acid dawn.

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It is estimated that within the next decade or two that the ocean will become so acidic as to dissolve the shells of mollusks and shellfish.  This in addition to the already dwindling supply of precious fresh water which we must share with our animal friends.  A supply by the way that we contaminate regularly, a supply that simply cannot be renewed. 

Desalination was looked upon as the next great solution to water shortage despite it's expense. However considering how the oceans are becoming increasingly polluted due to oil spill after oil spill and Fukushima's constant radioactive leaks, in addition to the acidification of the ocean itself, it appears that we will have no viable water to look forward to in the future. 

This is life.  Forget profit, it doesn't exist.  Nature has no concept of wealth, only of survival. If we all die, everything that we've accomplished will be forgotten, nature has no use for it. Currency will return to being simply paper and stone, and nothing else.

We need to stop thinking about ourselves and think of our children and all the other species that live upon the earth.


Details | I do not know? | |

Say No! To Blinds, that could Kill up too, One Child a Month

I am blind and the News 
sometimes lights the way 
I am small and blind but sometimes 
i find that a little knowledge
is better than no acknowledgment at all
so in this knowing let my action say 
thank you news HLN Morning Express   
So i can look in and save my own from the blind within!  

aka:lyricvixen


Details | Free verse | |

Assisted Living

Life is down to no-frills necessities
in a room with the chest of drawers,
double bed and television.
The walker stands in the corner
waiting to be used to get to the dining room,
the social activity three times a day.
The nurse's aide, with her lilting Haitian accent,
comes around to check during the day:
time for meds, channel change? a walk
down the hall? a glass of juice?
You know that you mustn’t drive a car.
The house is gone, and so are its furnishings,
let's face it, life is over.
Grandchildren come to visit,
sighs of relief when it's over.
Dreams of the past when life was real
occupy time until dinner and bed.


Details | Blank verse | |

dentistry and reflections

The dentist and Reflections 

Up there in the continuous darkness of the universe 
I saw a streak of light... a dying comets last hurrah.
Bedroom very dark couldn’t sleep too much death 
for one night. Got up and read an article that plants 
speak to each other. “Warning a heavy footed man 
is coming your way.” “Duck a lawn mower is at large.”
Amputated roses and tulips chafes in a vase kept
alive for a few days... admire beauty in death agony. 
Carrots screaming in distress when pulled from soil...
 good for your health, dieticians says.
Everything we like, what we eat are, hurting plants 
and animals. Which, reminds me I’ve an appointment 
with my dentist tomorrow, gardener of my glum teeth,
he will speak softly as he pulls up out another tooth.  


Details | Rhyme | |

Mass Slaughter Due To Lack Of Water

Water, as most of you will know, 
has the chemical formula H2O.
Now this essential liquid is, as well, 
in its natural form, devoid of smell, 
and also in its pure state, 
it's clear and clean and really great, 
for keeping living things alive, 
as without it nothing can survive.
Yes it really is such magic stuff, 
because without it things are really tough, 
and it often makes me stop and think.
each time I pour myself a drink.
What would I do if it all dried up? 
Turn on the tap, but an empty cup! 
Nothing from the pipes emanating, 
panic, as I'm not used to waiting.
This is not how it is for me, 
I live where rain falls frequently, 
and I can drink, shower and bathe too, 
as often as I'm wanting to.
But in other parts it rains only rarely, 
and people there, well they can barely, 
find enough water for their needs, 
to drink, to wash, to nurture seeds.
For them life is infinitely harder, 
they've learned to live with an empty larder, 
and simple hygiene is so hard to achieve, 
when the detritus of living, they have to leave, 
lying, rotting, stinking on the surface all around, 
polluting any water source in the ground.
Because of  the extreme poverty of these 'others', 
on my TV screen I have seen the faces of the mothers, 
whose children died because there has never been
access to water which is drinkable and clean.
Yes, something that we take for granted, 
because we were born, where we were planted!


Details | Lyric | |

Death Within

Blood flowing within
Deep inside of me
Solidifying

I clutch at my heart
Deep inside of me
It's tearing itself apart

Beating out its erratic rhythm
Can't take a full breath or it chooses to stop

Conspiracy of all that surrounds me
This constant stress is causing it to die

The rhythm that it once followed is long gone
Instead it chooses to beat every once in a while

When I laugh, cry or even think about what's coming
One painful beat later and I'm down, hardly breathing

The me that I once was is slowly slipping away
Hooked up to a wall and barely even living

The me that I once was is now made up of wires
Dripping support directly into what is killing me

The blood that had once flowed is now becoming solid
A salty red syrup in the tree that God named me

The God that put me here to live out my existence
Is recalling me, I'm obsolete

I can't give in
Or I'll depart
God damn this beast
Inside my heart

I can't give in
Or I'll depart
God damn this beast
Inside my heart


Details | Haiku | |

Life Is No Picnic

the fourth of july
is no kind of picnic for
our fallen soldiers




You Are Not Forgotten


Happy Fourth Of July To All


Details | Free verse | |

Breaking Up

Is my body breaking down?
Is it in such disarray?
What is going on?
Why do I feel this way?

My mind is in such turmoil
Of all things going on
I sit here and I wonder
Do I want to keep going on?

My memories always haunt me
And the tears they come again
My body feels so good to me
Why is it breaking down?

My pass has been a hell hole
And if the future will look dim
I will not want to stay here
To me death is no sin. 

It wouldn’t really take much
To end this misery
Just a bit of rope or hose
Or pills to make me sleep

Then maybe it is nothing
And I’ll tread through life again
Threading oh so carefully
Not trusting where its ends

If I could just now, lie right down
And die just right away
Then peace would take my very soul
I would not feel this way.

If all the world could hurt some less
And people could be true
What a wonderous place for us to be
For all of me and you. 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Caring Heart

A simple union of Kindred souls is all it takes
A caring stranger giving you hope to go on is who I try to be
A caring heart is where i start
I see a beautiful child before me
Her life in the grips of deaths evil hands
What her fate may be no one knows
But I know I can give her hope
I see an elderly man stumble as he walks
I jump up to give him a hand
No man or woman should have to feel alone
So I try to make them feel welcome
People come together in the darkest of times
And in their Union light can be found
When an epidemic hits a society you can find unity
As once when I was ill others were there for me Ill be the same for them
My name is not defined by what happens to me
Its defined by my actions and the response I leave behind


Details | Lanterne | |

Worshiping Vanities

             Death
         All whom
         Do not glow
    Their light within
              Dies


Details | Free verse | |

Listen Body

Listen to me my body
I’m talking to you
Don’t you let me down
Or I’ll be leaving you.
I’ll desert you, you know
I’ll leave you alone
I’ll take my spirit from you
You can turn cold as stone.

They’ll take you away
And stuff you up good
They’ll dig a big hole 
And a cross they will put.
You’ll be food for the maggots
And worms if you please
You’ll rot and you’ll stink
You’ll bloat and be free
One useless caress
Another life gone
One spirit has left you
It’s life to carry on

So make up your mind
Either you stay or you go
But make no mistake
If you stay
YOU BE WHOLE.


Details | Free verse | |

Camille

Wake up to find its not just a dream, 
the morning rips a new wound of reality. 
Forever gone, Forever missing, 
All the regrets building up inside of me. 
I could have been better, 
cause you were the best, 
I love you with everything 
now you took your last breath. 
You went, happily 
and chased the birds over that rainbow bridge, 
I hope your watching from above c
ause when you left you took a part of my heart

...RIP My Beautiful Puppy. I Love You Camille Baby?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


Details | Free verse | |

Pride

The real truth is nobody can handle anything
We are all minature soldiers in a routine of stregnth
Some may be used to a faded regime in ardent extremities
Others ponder the ellaborate scheme amidst 
Shadows torn in darkened pavement sought regime
We often will hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise
Twisted logical persuasion bursts through the sky
In our pride we tend to hide behind its mask a handicap
In pursuit of change we vaguely rearrange its ardent mast
Coupled by a porposal amidst tragic events in decay
We then surface amidst the variation of its pitch face down in some ditch
No one ever thinks rationally anymore too stuck up for their own good
In silence one can equate twisted brains in disguise of shallow pools
In retrospect to want we ignore its regard to help
Shades of green grass in illumination breath in oceanic conquest
An eager delight to shout full force inside the equated shape
We then will hide behind a loose decision made in the darkness
~
Through the flood of innocence we negate to tolerate its light
Instead we compromise by living by sight

Shaped our illusional grade of hope!


Details | Blank verse | |

Gold Gates

Gold gates, smiles, and happy times,
Making songs, lyrics, and surreal rhymes,
Lay me down so close; so near,
Hold my hand right there,
The grips so tight,
The cancer to fight,
Hold my hand right there,
Love surrounds each wall,
As speed dial is Gods call,
Prayers and wishes sent to him,
Cares and hopes on the limb,
Talk is cheap but so clear,
Talk is everything to her ; oh dear,
Death is near,
But thoughts sheer,
For cancer takes one so quick,
It eats away at life so sick,
Never will life be so real,
As memories pull back as a peal,
Remembering the good and bad,
Remember the happy and sad.
Never regret and always forgive,
Because each days a precious one to live,
We’re creatures here on earth so small,
As we curl up to go on we start to fall,
Fall in wants and needs to be,
Hoping God will just see.
See that you can’t take it,
As we all wait; we sit,
Holding your hand so close right there,
We cherish who you are right here.
Right now times slow,
As the medicines hooked up to flow,
Hold my hand right there,
Knowing it’s not a dream,
Stitching each thought as a seam,
The journey of cancer of its own,
People all around; but she feels alone.
A need for her we’ll always hold,
As the thoughts become a mold,
Let’s be happy at this time,
Make her smile; be that lime,
That lime to twist it up,
Leaving laughs in her cup,
Hold my hand right there.
Family’s here but feeling far,
We stick to her as tar,
But each one of us will always be talking to your bright loving star.


Details | Burlesque | |

Where's my Zippo?

I have a personlized Zippe lighter- and it is quite unique
Has cyanide capsules attached
For those dummies that so seek
to die in pain, to grasp for air
And are in a hurry too...
They say when you take cyanide
you turn a very blue
I guess we should sell guns to children
Free with a candy bar...
That'll show the world
Just how stupid we still are...
And each kindergarten lunch box,
Come packaged with some gin
We don't seem to have much common sense
And that really is a sin...
As for me, I'll go on driving
drunk with blindfold pulled down
I want so much to fit in
to be another clown

Oh, yes, let's not forget
Alligators in our pools
Just another indication
Just how much we are fools!

for Shar


Details | Ballad | |

Stolen Souls

It sweeps through the nights, 
Is it an angel? a devil? or the angel of death, 
I lie there sleeping, 
It comes and my life disappears, 

I disappeared then i found myself flying, 
flying over the ruins the soul stealer left, 
I saw his face, 
I saw his pain, 
I'm sweating terribly, or are these tears on my face? 

I hear a scream then i wake up, 
Its white and clean, 
I hear a machine going: beep, beep, beep 
and his face looking at me, 
holding my hand, 

i suddenly remember the scream, 
my own scream, 
and the bullies dunking me underwater,
he was just glad i was alive, 

he leans closer, 
and we share our first kiss.


Details | Free verse | |

Grief

You are hell bound,
Your sounds resound,
A faint echo of my own shadowing reflection.

I grasp a mug from behind the door,
And yet its remains shatter among the tiles,
Glittering like eyes upon the floor.

I know your there to feel,
A knowing familiar smell,
And yet to physically touch you,
My tips can’t seem to dwell.

The mirrors to your past have ceased,
I cannot stare at them as well,
It is enough to see your face,
Each time you set your fearsome spell.

They said you'd left me,
Flashing lights the uniform informing,
And yet how little you have left,
Your time is still yet dawning.

So hold me tight,
Remove the remaining light that flickers in my limbs,
For if I am to be haunted,
I’ll be mourned in church by hymns.   


Details | Free verse | |

It's Not Your Fault

The thing about life
is that
it can end in an instant

When the rope of the
harsh words
wraps tightly around your 

Neck squeezing tighter
and tighter
you just want to jump

To end it all to end all
the pain
and the hatred and words

It is not only the words
that push
you over the edge

It is too the fists and
the feet 
that slam into you

Over and over
without
a break with out letting up 

Making you break down and slide down
the wall
and cry and cry and cry

One phone call can 
save a
live, stopping that jump

Stopping the self hate
and
spreading the love

The love i have for 
you will 
never fade or die and i hope

will make you better
to sleep
and to be able to be 

Happy again to 
be happy
forever and always with me

just remember and know
that it's
NOT YOUR FAULT


Details | I do not know? | |

Cuts

Cut my eyes

Cut me vain

Cut my cancer

Cuts the same

Cut me in half

Cut my fear

Cut my hopes

Cut the tears

Cut my wounds

Cut my mind

No more cuts

No more time


Details | Free verse | |

rain of healing time

What if there was rain?
rain that carried time.
bombarded us
with drops of eternity.
making us age.
our hair turn white.
the leaves wither.
the grass burn 
and die.
the buildings mossy 
and unattended.
the swings rusty.
the children who play 
in the rain,
lose their innocence.
the rocks weathered.
battering drops dig 
pits into the cement.
the world turns old,cold,grey.

As I watch it 
from the confines of 
my bedroom window.
guilty of escaping the rain 
that washes away 
our pain.
the rain of healing time.
maybe I should 
catch a drop and 
see my palm swiftly wrinkle.

There is no respite 
from this rain.
all that survives is 
my inner child.
within a shell of a pilgrim 
making his way towards 
the final truth.
trying to find the end 
of time.
sipping the slow poison 
that is this rain.


Details | Free verse | |

I'LL SMILE 4 U

Stroll through the Illest Empire
So much heat feeling like we’re living in the fire
But we’re living under fire
Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake
Its time for a break from sad eyes I’ve seen grown men cry
It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye
It’s the same reason why they died
Hearts just too full of pride
Mothers praying their young’n wont be a victim of a homicide
Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can’t call mine
Wishing we could turn back time
High off of nickels’ and dimes
Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope
But the hustle got us in a head choke
Don’t blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you
To watch our back and throw bows and cuss
Cause you got to be tough when times are rough
I know your asking when will enough be enough
And truth is I don’t know but this is how it goes down
But if I make it out will you smile for me now

So many families struggling with poverty
I don’t judge cause that use to be me
Watching mom come home late
Barley any food on our plate
So young and life we already hate
Praying God bring us something great
My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake
Knowing mom bust her ass to provide
But all your knock offs you begin to hide
Ashamed of what you own
I know how you feel I been there too
I see mothers walking there kids to school
And the walk is far when you cant afford a car
Mom hoping one day you’ll be a star
I know about being next to poor
Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store
Wishing you didn’t have to go through that living off of food stamps
Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we’ll all be free
So smile for you and me

Even 2pac said smile for me
This isn’t how its always going to be unless you let it be
In our different way we’re all a G
Cause we’re trying to make it straight legit
Whatever your hustle never quit but don’t lose yourself in it
Cause you still got a long ways to go
Still got a long time to grow
Use what you know to get by or you wont survive
Remember to always keep your dreams alive
Whatever it is just do it and never try
The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high
And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down
You’ll be able to come back around
So give yourself a chance
And I’ll smile for you now

JUNE ‘06
B.K.M.jr


Details | Narrative | |

Washed Away My experience with Katrina

Innocent victims cry in the dark
Forced to take refuge in that park
Such wrath began to fall
For I shall never forget the day I got that call
Silence and sorrow heavy in the air
It was like nothing I could ever compare
Days turned to weeks
Thousands take dwelling beseeching for any relief
Thousands left waiting in utter disbelief 

I was supposed to be deployed
Yet an injury kept me here
My fellow workers attacked at the dome
Traumatized and in complete fear some had to return home
I feel so guilty
So guilty I should have been there
Innocent victims crying
Innocent victims now dying

An event so devastating
The stench of death filled the air 
We could not fathom something so unfair 
I counseled innocent victims
Still sticking strong to their convictions 
I still recall every haunting voice
Confused, frustrated and displaced
Innocent victims left without a choice

Families torn apart on that day
The day the levees broke
Families losing all hope
My job was to help them cope
Innocent victims left to cry in a park
Fear increases when light turns to dark
Like declaring Martial Law
Lives washed away, all humanity started to fall

On the dawn of a new day
So joyous… even an atheist bowed her head to pray
The media coverage was what really brought aid
Oh no!
Politicians began to look bad so of course something had to be done
Late in action but at least more help had come
There is still work to be had
Many left permanently sad
Entering in hundreds of names to locate the missing or those declared dead
Debriefed each night just to clear my head
I still remember so clearly the desperation and panic
When Katrina came in August 
Life turned frantic
Overwhelming emotions; I felt completely manic 
I will never forget the victims I helped in such grief
I hope when the bodies were identified; I wish just some…
Some could give a sigh of relief

It is important we do not forget those still suffering
The child who didn’t get the last kiss
The parents who will be dearly missed
We all have the ability to help
1,836 people dead!
Work together and ease the sorrow… 
Another disaster could just happen tomorrow
Make time to reach out 
So many innocent victims still in need
We all are capable of doing a good deed


Details | Elegy | |

FINAL NESTING BOX

You lay in the wooden cot,
a broken sparrow,
Crushed. Bony. Frail.
Hair once plumed gold,
greyed to clumped feathers
like ragged  trampled wings,
strawed out on the dank pillow.
Face once blushed pink plump,
Jolly kind of soft with life,
Sucked to bone. Nose to Beak.
Echoes of the mask it will soon become.

I stroked this woman 
now bent back to foetus pose.
Once sworled to shell, 
wrapped inside myself,
Safe.
Now boned to carcass stick.

I wanted to hold one more time,
my child, 
frightened the last air would puff to nought from its hollowed breast.
But my sparrow turned and smiled,
a grimace to crack open any gates of envisaged hell.
Macabre teeth, once glowing love and laughter to the skies,
Now pecked to ochre stalks.

The pitiful bird pained to move.
Mucous mouth clacked open wide
To receive some lasting morsel of life.
Only its beady blue gaze 
flashed a soul of its former self, 
eyes to haunt the sea.
I swallowed back my tide of tears,  
waves of memory flooding sands of life we’d shared,
from fledgling dawn cry to this,
the final nesting box.

I wanted to stuff this cot with down 
of a million eider.
To cosset and hold soft this scrawn, gnawed through. 
Pluck teal, goose, swan.
‘Who would have thought it would come to this?’ it croaked a laugh.
I matched smile with smile.
I held the tiny claw.
Desperate not to cling too much to pain, 
too much to past.

I wanted to wrap up this dying bird 
Limp, in my hanky.
White folded white, fold on fold.
Run through the streets
shouting at the world, at some unseen power.
NO. 
She’s mine. She’s safe. Take me. 
What cruelty did I do?  
What evil must be stuffed in this maternal breast
To hold this daughter dust in my arms?


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Glory

This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory Freckled and spotted She stood but a twig Lost in a forest Of abandonment Tires and barbwire Surround her by day And at night she suffers The coyotes cries, not far away Left with no food Or water to drink She stands by a tree And hopes for relief Halter grown in And hooves overgrown Not a grain in that belly And left all alone Withering quick She stands by her tree And hopes a kind soul Will help her to see There is life still No matter how grim Things seem from beneath This horrid, old tree This halfhearted twig Awaits her relief As the days pass her by And she writhes with grief Her name is Glory All freckled with spots Like a giant Dalmatian Trapped in this spot At the end of her lead She was finally freed Not a day too soon She'll now find relief Halfhearted no longer And happy at last Whom once was a twig Knows Glory at last Halfhearted no longer And free from that mess Glory has found relief At Horse Creek Ranch* *Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.


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Hurt and You Could Have it All

upstairs in my room
i put my ear to the floor
only to hear my parents screaming
the argument is about me
my mom yells "look at what your son has become!"
Heartless, unintelligent, fake...
my father replies back
"hes your son, hes your own pile of dirt!"
whenever my family is out together
we act happy like these fights never happen
but every night they do and i cant tell anyone
i have to act like someone else in order not to get introuble
What have i become?...hurt..dishonest..will this feeling dissapear?
I will drag you down and i will make you hurt..
I lift my head from the floor
still hearing the angry voices of my parents
i found an old needle, and i dug it into my skin
the next morning i go downstairs
with a cut off shirt on, and baseball shorts
My father grabs my arm
"what is this boy?"
i yank my hand away from him and i sit down on a chair
"its nothing sir"
my father repeats "are you cutting yourself?, why?"
i grab my bookbag and i disapear out the door
My father runs outside pulling me to the ground
"are you cutting yourself boy?!" he screams
i say "no sir i just scrapped my arm on my dresser"
My father grabs my face
"you better not cut yourself again" he replies
He hits my face, as i lay on the ground.
I didnt wake up until i felt something wet drip on my face
it was raining and dark outside
i run into the house and into the bathroom
looking into the mirror i see the bruise that was left on my face
My father wasnt home and my mother went to bed
"everything goes away in the end right, if i let him have it all, my moms pile of dirt?"
I sit upon my liars chair full of broken memories i cannot repair 
I become someone else, but the old me is still right there
if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself
i will find my way



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The Aneurism

Foreign creature in my head
Won’t leave until I am dead
Tangled deep within
Creating a chaotic din
Blasting color, sparking pain
Melting away my brain
Alien emotions pouring out
Angry words grow roots and sprout
This person is not me
This person making them flee
Leaving me alone with my impending doom
Over my head the knowledge looms
Soon to burst…but when?
And the fear strikes yet again
How could you pass this on to me, why?
Mother, because of you I am going to die

aneurism


Details | I do not know? | |

Enhancements of a Constructed Contract killing

a Constructed Contract killing
enhancements under my feet 
Silent gases that can't be breathed 
souls ready to be fed to the beast 
money mix with blood 
tears coughed up with Murder on (in) hand 

death is but an unfortunate termination of life
a shaking building of life's little pieces of time 
which can fall one brick at a time. or be
demolished by a violence, storm of mishaps 
or to be perfidiously shattered by the thing call man   

and so i (I) die helpless with no way to save my, self
and wonder how liquid drops of poisonous tears 
can float in the air like mist to skin   
and like wax to the inter ear... bring confusion and death  

I now take my leave of you 
and pray with open eyes 
for a better death than what may surly awaits me  
and may your final sleep, be as you always dreamed!

aka:lyricvixen (vlf) 


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The Black Butterfly

the black butterfly
on a leaf, restoring her
weak body and mind


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By and Between the Senses and Silence

Chained emotion locked in seclusion; 
Down-trodden, feeling defiled, and sunken 
Deep into the bottom of grief and lamentation; 
Life so vain, skin so pale, and broken. 

How have you lived with the might that you borrow? 
Was it for own greed or for reasons so shallow? 
Memories are sometimes but the tales of the fools - 
Portraying nobility to a once wicked soul. 

The promise of a new day has tarnished its vow; 
The flowers of this occasion are now readied for mourning. 
That to regain the strength is something fate would not allow 
Except  for the remembrance into someone's heart for keeping. 

Cry! Oh Soul, may God hear that you weep; 
As no one can hear you but the Good Lord and yourself. 
So often the hypocrites and saints shall gather for a purpose; 
To commend a good name at one's foregoing repose. 

Grasp while you can for the breath that sustains the living; 
Scarcity abounds when the flesh is frail and aging. 
Gone are the times of lavishness for feasting or for wasting 
When a contract is entered into by and between the senses and silence. . . 


Date & Time of Writing: 
January 18, 2012 
3:44pm - 4:21pm 

Been suffering with vertigo for days already.  I came into thinking of a life to cease untimely and how one would try to look back his past if given the chance to have some recollection..


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Bipolar - The Revised Lyric

Here is the finished revised Lyric for Bipolar. The song can be heard at my poetry website vbdosa.com and then clicking the Bipolar link.
     BIPOLAR
Sometimes I can feel a magic like I've never known.
I could run a thousand miles. Run a thousand miles.
Sometimes it's more like I'm dying here all alone.
Sometimes I think I'll die alone.

Sometimes I can reach out for you, but you're made of stone.
I could die a thousand times. Die a thousand times.
Sometimes it's more like you're showing me I'm not alone.
Sometimes I think I'm not alone.

Euphoria. Up and down. In and out.
Up and down. Euphoria.

Sometimes I can feel a magic like you've never known.
I could run a thousand miles. Run a thousand miles.
Sometimes it's more like you're showing me I'm not alone.
Sometimes I think I'm not along.

Up and down. In and out.
Up and down. In and out.
Euphoria. Then I'm down. Down. Down.
Euphoria. Then I'm down. Down. Down.
© ron wison


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The Inner Struggle

Some our very eager perplexed swept within

Underneathe the belly of the beast
A needed flower to grow amidst the rise of yeast
Within sullen fragmented dreams & truth
One may even negate that inner truth for a lie?

That inner struggle within/

To remain attached to the vine sublime

We are more then qualified for its great design
To calm the nerves from within
We look to man yet find no hold
We look toward self thus grafted in again onto the rights are sold

We then read books based on logic & get trapped within
~

For some, 
It's inner struggle is what we all must seek to face
Within loose debris in decayed formation
Yet some its inner struggle is a way of escape?

Proned toward evident inhillation embraced with its surfaced Peyton Place;

The inner struggle from within
Fought back the heavy tears with a smile
Still to know all the great while
A hand to hold a loving kiss embraced

For this is the thought provoking struggle we enivatably all must face?

The inner struggle.


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Black Tar

Her charred tar lungs,
Like weathered sacks
Release and intake
The smoked filled air.
Escaping from her cratered lips,
Absorbing in her now white hair.
She married smoking in the ‘60’s
And wears the dingy yellow ring
To remind herself of this breathless demon.
Lurking deep within.

This commitment,
Her only commitment
Has now come back to teach her
The ways in which this wicked world works.

Pursed lipped breathing,
Hands on her knees,
Smoking billowing across the tar black sea.
She laughs because it’s easier
To have the chuckles take the place
Of the black tar life
She reluctantly lives today.

This wasn’t her intentions.
She never was a martyr.
But it’s simply the beginning
Of a black tar filled tomorrow.


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Une Douleur Exquise

I have never seen such a face, not in my most perfect of dreams
To look upon you would be the purest of masochistic pleasures…

I beg of you, be the death of me!

Destroy me!

 

Self-aware, I cannot understand what is behind our paths intertwined
What a cruel mistake fate has made, to bring you into my existence…

Yet, here I am!

Here you are!

 

If it were only your face, had the artist only perfected your portrait
If you were nothing more than a vision, still you’d…

shine in the darkest of nights!
Silence the loudest of sounds!

 

Your mind, your words, every action creates a chaotic stillness inside me
I fear I could lose myself in your flawless existence…

I can only taint it!

I am only poison!

 

I have now seen such a face, often in my most perfect of dreams
I have looked upon you, felt the purest of masochistic pleasures…

You have been the death of me!

Destroyed me!


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Weary


bodies fall weary
cancer metastasizes 
another friend gone
funerals leave tears of bronze
survivors shine in shadows

faces fall weary
cancer metastasizes
no one is immune
the spirit strengthens through trials
survivors shine, smiles bring hope





By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June14, 2012


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Necrotizing Fasciitis

Necrotized skin area Tissue attacked, flesh eating Bacteria bug http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-2.php


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Twinkling Souls

Sitting alone in a hotel room
Looking out over flat roofed buildings
At twinkling lights across the Island.
How many lights?
How many people?
Sitting alone in their rooms?
Looking out.
Alone.
Searching.
Despairing of finding ourselves.
Fearful of discovery
That I am Me.
Who is dying?
Slowly but slowly we all surely will.
Choice is everything.


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Lithium, Lithium

My torment contains their solution,
I never wanted your pollution.
Why must I force myself to decompose?
You're nothing but a thorn without the Rose.
How can they tell me, this is existence?
Why must you fight, my every resistance?
Don't you understand? I'm in love with my despair!
It is my reason for enduring, it is my light, it is my air.
I fear I cannot fight this war much longer.
Every day you grow strong and stronger.
Why is no one helping, can't anybody see?
Slowly, but surely, you're destroying me.
However, surrender, I never will.
This is one soldier you'll have to kill,
A life with you I refuse to share,
My only love, is my darling despair.


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A Smokers Smoke

The sickness enters your mouth and your lips wrap around the smoky filter,
You light your lighter and spark the sickness than feel the jitter.
You inhale the sickness and exhale your life,
The smoke travels into the air and feel your life's cries. 

As you hold your death in your mouth, the smoke travels all around your face,
Huging every corner of the masterpiece that God has embraced. 
It cooks your skin and burns your lungs, you know that but still do it to be proud,
Be proud that once your done killing your self your troubles will go unfound. 

Now your head is buzzing and swimming in a cloud of smoke,
Making you and teasing you to take another toke. 
You follow its every command and do as your told,
You are a slave now of a demon that commands you all so bold.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lets eras hate

Take my hand victims of hate don’t be afraid I’ll pull you up and away from this place Come with me into the night We will walk down lanes of soft moon light Come to me lonely souls Fight for your right to be heard Open your eyes sunshine Day light has casted a hazy glow Were not alone Others walk this hidden path as well Put down the knifes that carve your flesh Sew up the wounds that bleed and fester with loves string Take their hands Hold them tight Reassure the need to stay For we all fear the fall back into abandonment Cradle the young left on the streets Fill their hunger by staying with in arms reach Let us walk as one A line that reaches shore to shore For we are strong and loved When we remember are hand are linked as one Let your feet stomp down hate Your hart sing songs of strength Don’t let genocide harts think their forgotten Let them find sanctuary in are rebel arms For hatred has wounded and scared us all Take them up and sooth their fears Listen to their stories of war in time when it seems so unfair Do not weep alone my loves Let your tears falls on the shoulders of use that have healed some Rubbing your back to sooth cocking sobs We all must weep when things have become too much to bear For you are not alone nor week Even when others pass over you as if you’re unseen So to all my passer bys Bullies Racist And you that pray upon the “week” I can not hate that what you are But I will rebel agents that what you do For us who you hate and torment out number you One day you will feel the wrath of what hate can do And when you do………….. Even you may join are line For even you will cry Even you will feel alone Even you will one day want to die Perhaps you all ready do Perhaps now you see We all need love Love from and for each other We are all human Even you


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Latenight No1

I can eat your sick
because I'm immune to all the days
that gather at your feet and beg for you to
cease this living.
To wring necks dry of cost,
and to tell me not to?
In the end,
you can consider me nature's go-to gal;
I carry your countdown clock.


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LIPOMA

        LIPOMA
There did they go into the cyberspace
where none but the great of heart
have ever gone before
and they did find great pleasure unto the night
for it was a time of love and understanding
and she did say it is good.
And when they did awake unto the dawn
then he did see a mass onto his shoulder
that had not ever been there before
and he was sore afraid.
Then he did say unto his mate, whose name is Mae,
what is it that has aflicted me in the night
and bonded itself onto the very body of me?
And she did reply unto her husband,
I know not.
And so they did consider the mass
and it was firm and round as a gooses egg,
yet it was of the mass that was thrice the size.
So she did lay her hands onto the mass
and did say,
is it now with pain, for I have given it a great charge?
But he did reply, nae, I feel it not.
And so they did go with the coming day,
even as the sun was high, unto his physician,
who counseled with some of his own, as to the matter.
And they did touch, and poke, and wonder
at the mass, and then they did say
it is a lipoma, and it is nothing more.
But one of physicians did ask
of what great need do you have of this arm,
and the man did reply, it is not the one
with which I write my name.
And the husband, whose name is Fred, did inquire
as to how this mass ever came to be
and so has attached itself onto me?
And there it sits, as if bad things to come.
Then his physicians did reply and say
nae, it is naught to worry about
but we can remove it if you have the desire.
And the wife did say unto the physicians,
who were with great skill in the matter,
this he does have,
so the husband did say, it is so my desire,
I have great needs that it be gone.
But the physicians did reply
it shall be taken away in twelve days,
for that is the only time
that is not already spoken for.
And so they did agree.
Now when the night came and he did lay again with his wife,
there came a great trembling from deep within
his body, and he did shake to his very toes.
And she did say, husband, why is it that you shake?
And what is it that maketh your body wet all over,
as if a rain has fallen on the very place you lay?
And he did reply, I know not.
But he was with great fear and did wonder
as to what the mass could be.
And his wife did then say,
it is a lipoma, and it is nothing more.
But he did think on the matter and then did say,
this must surely be as unto a sign from the maker
that my time is at hand.
Surely my life has been filled with goodness
but has brought me unto this very day.
And she did say,
it is a lipoma, and it is nothing more.
And as the day grew near,
but was even the second day unto the removal,
the husband did worry and say some more,
my life is at an end
for the very inside of me does now quake
and my hands tremble at the sight of the mass.
Yea, mine eyes cannot bear to gaze upon it
and it has become an abomination unto my sight.
But his wife did say,
it is a lipoma, and it is nothing more.
Then there came onto the tube, as if an omen
and a sign unto its own,
that a man had a mass and surely it had taken him away,
as if a robber had come in the night.
And he did grieve, for the day was almost at hand,
but did go unto his physicians and did say,
see how my body is wet and trembles at its' sight?
How is it that this thing has come unto me?
And what are the tingles unto my skin
is it what cometh from a lipoma?
But the physicians did shake their heads
and then they did say
you have the stress.
And so he did wonder at what they did tell him,
and when he looked, the mass was still there.
But the physicians did say,
it is a lipoma, and it is nothing more.
And one of the physicians said
if it is not a lipoma, the betting is off.
And then the man did return to his home
but trembled in the night.
Now when the morning did come
and the woman reached for her husband,
she found his space to be empty
and wet where he had layed.
and she did say, husband,
where is it you have gone?
But she heard not a reply.
And so she did go into the bottom of the house
where she did see him hanging from a beam
and then she did cry.
And so the constable did come, along with the scribes,
but the wife was with great grief
and did say o! that my life has such dismay
because of the lump that has taken him away.
What manner of thing has fallen to me?
And the scribe, who was to tell of the matter,
asked of her, what is it that has made you grieve?
And then the constable did say
is it the mass, that has made your husband
to end his life?
And she did say, it was a lipoma,
and it was nothing more.
....© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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Skin I'm In Part Three

I remember my father’s skin scarcely wrinkled as he approached 80 years,
 the Native American in him brushed across his cheekbones even on his painful 
death bed. 
I remember the skin of my mother, still soft and warm, as she lay dying; 
she had fabulous, resilient, rich, black, glowing skin.  
I think she looked less wrinkled and tired then I do now but it may be hero 
worship.  
She wore her skin well, was proud of being human and alive and a woman and a 
survivor and a mother and proud of being B- L- A- C- K before it was a fashion 
and she cherished all beings in all skins-feeling at ease with all-treating 
everyone as if they were royalty and precious as velvet- because she was the 
royal one. I hope I live long and good enough to get to where my mom lay dying 
as she was a woman who was comfortable in her own skin.


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Cancer

All day he sits in a chair, watching
winter spread like white linen,
clutching the body, fingers,
frigid in the hospital, 
frail as chalk, or
white lies-

"You'll survive".


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Have You Thought About How Short Life Really Is


Have You Thought About How Short Life Is? Have you thought about how short life really is? No one knows for sure how long they will live… Have you thought about the God who designed you? His wonderful creation daily surrounds you! Have you thought about how you'll spend your time? As each day, many thoughts go through your mind. Have you thought about the life you’ve been given? We’ve all sinned, but can totally be forgiven! Have you thought about the wisdom of God’s word? The truth of scripture needs to be heard! Have you thought about kneeling to God in prayer? He patiently waits… And is always there! God thought about you a long time ago… Through Christ’ death, he purchased your soul! God thought about you that day with Jesus’ death… Even beyond when Christ took his last breath! He thinks about you each day that passes by! He has a mansion prepared for you beyond the sky! Won’t you give to him your heart’s attention? He can turn your life into a Godly direction! The life that you have is here for a brief moment… Please accept God’s love and his precious atonement! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Smith's and Alzheimer's

standing at the end
of a real life
open-eyed nightmare  
is a group of, broad-day, mind killers   

how many of my kind have you time-warped
into sanity...
who gave you the wights 
to strip away my rights
when i(I) have committed no crime

dirty are my Intravenously, Musically poisoned entrails
that have been molecularity sinned, and thoroughly chewed through  

i (I)am in horror
of my in entombment of the mind 
and could not believe 
that in passing are vines of venomous deceitful
crawling witnessless, by way of pushing carts in Stores of Alzheimer's  

i(I) am ashamed 
for i(I) have shamed my ancestors 
for they are genetically murder 
and i am of the walking internally controlled 

your crimes will build you my tall buildings of glory 
but time will lay waste to your deceit
and the earth will swallow your offspring's 
reputations in a world of knowing 
for you can only hide so long from the truth...                      

this a Declaration of war of the Alzheimer's kind 
when i leave this earth and no longer hold breath 
i shall stand at the abyss 
with weapon in hand 
and we will be of equals 
on the battle field of light 
and you and your shall taste the innermost part of retribution


Details | Elegy | |

Little Haley Died Today

Haley gave up the ghost today,
all we could do was cry and pray.
She'd suffered so long, her whole life,
disease had wracked her body with strife.

Cystic Fibrosis did her in,
choked her lungs and kept her thin,
poor little child, we knew her well,
spending so much time in hospital hell.

She barely made twenty-one,
and now her short life's said and done.
We cried for her mother, in such grief,
but to Haley, by God, death was a relief.

©Danielle White


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It was a Good Last Day of Winter

I drew wings all over me
and for a brief period of time,
I felt that I could fly.
However I cannot stress the brevity of this period;
[it was only about 7 seconds],
after which I hit the ground and thought,
"How silly of me to jump,
for I am no bird!"
This is when the birds took notice
and pecked me to pieces.
It was a pretty good last day.


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TRAGEDY IS A SPINNING WHEEL

Tragedy is a spinning wheel
which stops at its own will,
and when it does an earthquake, flood or tsunami strikes
poisoning the pristine environment, wiping out endless lives....
such was the fate of unlucky Japan,
the island off the Asian mainland.


When destruction was everywhere and fear was deep,
people miserably wept searching for survivors through the debris and mud...
feeble voices were occasionally heard from underneath;
how helpless, and frustrated and sad they felt not to be able to pull them out!
Fakushima resembled a graveyard with sprawled corpses,
unfolding the horror of a massive catastrophe before their saddened eyes.  


Let's show our heartfelt sympathy
with a kindness which surpasses all credibility,  
remembering that tragedy is a spinning wheel
never telling where it will stop to make a kill...
and as Japan asks for our help, we should gladly offer it
with open hearts and arms and they will thank us for it.


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The Old House and the New Home

The Old House and the New Home
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I’ve lived in houses in the country side
There with my family I did abide
By the dust and gravel of a country road
Much pride was taken in our humble abode

I’ve lived in houses perched on a hill
Many of which are not standing still
They provided shelter in their time
Provoked memories that make life rhyme 

I’ve lived in a house on a city street
Where the neighbors came out at night to meet
I’ve lived in houses made of wood and stone
On avenues where children could safely roam

I’ve lived in houses of mortar and brick
Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick
I’ve enjoyed houses far better than most
Where friends would come and I could serve as host

But my current house seems like a foreign land
Where everyone wants to lend me a hand
Living in this place is not my desire
Of this arrangement I easily tire

The time has come for me to leave
To this old house I will not cleave
I no longer want a cottage here below
To a fine home in heaven soon I will go.

I long not for a mansion or streets of gold
But just a place where I will never grow old
A place where pain and sadness are never more
Where happiness is found on every shore

I am eager, yes ready, to move out
To possess my new home with a shout!
The promised home Jesus went to prepare
Death please come quickly, I want to be there.


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ANOTHER DRINK


ANOTHER DRINK FOR ME.
I NEED TO CLEAR MY MIND.
SO, THIS IS WHY I DRINK
ALL THE TIME.
I FUNCTION JUST FINE.
GO TO WORK AND I'M ON
TIME.
ANOTHER DRINK HOLDS ME
TOGETHER WITHOUT IT .I
GET THE SHAKES;I TAKE
ANOTHER DRINK I'LL BE
JUST FINE.
THE DOCTOR TELL ME I 
NEED TO STOP....IS
THIS AN OPTION OR DO
I TAKE THIS ADVICE 
WITH CAUTION?
MY BODY IS BREAKING
DOWN. NOW, I KNOW WHAT
TO DO ....
ANOTHER DRINK I WON'T TAKE...  
 


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Chernobyl Gases

Hearts irradiated gasp
Neutrons scatter at the clasp
Architecture crumbles heaven
Kremlin scrambles level seven
Xeric tissue lacks retention
RNs wilting for Roentgen


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Diamonds, Diamonds

Leave me in the Garden of Eden,
To witness life form and rivers begin 
to roll,
Naked but clothed in innocence,
Immortality has been placed within 
my grasp,
Animals, colossal beasts fall under 
my authority,
Every fruit and flower is offered to 
sustain me, save one,
Why do I want for what is 
forbidden, what will do me harm?
Every inch of this utopia is
entrusted to my care,
I will not fall into folly,
She is so radiant, shimmering 
diamonds are like as dust,
Born of my flesh and bone, the 
apple of my eye,
Her voice is my only weakness, the 
only chink in my armor,
As of now I know nothing of death 
but I would sacrifice myself for her,
The serpent struck while she 
wandered alone,
He enticed her to trade paradise for 
a bite,
Her mind freed, she introduces me 
to sin,
I must endure the face of beautiful 
temptation,
I feel the shift as the fruit touches 
my lips,
As as we hear God traversing the 
garden, we hide,
Clothed in fig leaves we face the 
Maker,
With trembling knees we accept the 
consequences,
With backs turned, cast out and 
disgraced,
The sword of the captain of angels 
bars the gate,
Sentenced to a life of hardship and 
anguish,
We will forever lament choosing 
death over life


Details | Rhyme | |

Do We Take Our Life For Granted


Do We Take Life For Granted?

I believe that so often we take
our life “for granted.”
Thinking were on this earth
 and “forever planted…”

Scripture says our life is like “a spark in the sky.”
We’re here today...  Tomorrow we may die…

“Where your treasure is”…  “Your heart will also be!”
Have you thought about where you’ll spend eternity?

Everything we need…  God’ s given to us already…
When death knocks at your door.  
Will you be ready?

Your soul has been purchased.  Bought and paid!
The gift of eternal life has, 
through Christ, been made!

The breath that you breathe...  Each day you awake.
Please consider Jesus as your lord…  
Before it’s too late!

Each day we have is a gift from God above…
Another opportunity to be filled with HIS love!

Won’t you take the time to consider life eternal?
So your name can be added to heaven’s journal?

This wonderful life that’ God has given to us…
Why not allow God to come in, 
and give him your trust?

He can change and make you a new person throughout!
He is your creator and is 
what life is all about!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Frank

Frank
A man of God, and a friend to many
Heart of gold, shining so radiantly
Lovin life, his family and friends
Frank had a joy that no soul could deny

Always ready with a joke to make a sad soul smile
Always ready, if needed, to pray a while
Loving others, but loving Jesus most of all
Frank served his Jesus and gave his all

A doctor visit revealing stage three cancer
A whole life, now changing forever
Every day presenting new challenges
Franks beloved bride, sharing with him the peaks and valleys
God said it was now time to go

We grieve the loss of his presence, but this one thing we know
Frank is in heaven, without any more pain
Learning that to die and be with Christ, is truly gain
He is worshipping his Savior now, for all eternity!


Details | Rhyme | |

Freedom

We are sullenly mourning
For security from the demoralizing night
I am despairingly probing
For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight

We are all wishing for infinite freedom
We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional inside and out?
Why are we painstakingly tracking down a getaway away from this mystifying dilemma? What is all this venturing about?
If we are swaying in the rhythm of faultless jolliness, why are we vexing about the departure of our best friend?
It isn’t in our control…so get a grip or we'll fall!
If we build up our friendship, we'll have wounds to mend
So stop your blaming and cursing or we'll be in appall 

If we are all leaders, why are we panicking?

We are all leaders…we aren’t senseless pleaders!
So face your phobias and get out of the deserted state!
We are all leaders…we will not give in, vile deceivers!
Saunter out of sight, so we won’t meet our unsettling fate!

You meddled with our cries
So don't point fingers, you insidious devil
And forced us to believe your jaded lies
SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't want to consider your excuses, for our truth stands still

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we not meant to be?
If we are living in pure happiness, why are we battered and bent?
If I am living in pure happiness, why am I not free?
Could we ever discard this horrifying dilemma that pounds on us like cement?


We must act like a leader—tough and vigilant
Striving to survive!
We must mimic like a leader—buff and independent
Struggling to stay alive!

Disregard the mourning state;
Drive out the defiant enemies and make them face their damnations
So we can joyfully integrate and negotiate
You’d do me a favor to cease your supplications!  


Details | Free verse | |

Bittersweet Serenity

Having flown with you.
  Having watched you wither.
    Beauty remains,
      But the most beautiful has blown away.
    Memories remain.
      Mementoes remain.
        Hate the remains of my life without you.
Mistakenly 
  You have taken me
    To the open, angry earth.
  You have left me to claw my casket.
    Scraping,
      Scratching,
        Spastically striving...
          To escape,
            To survive.
              I’m alive!
Withered,
  Wired,
    Watch the whimsical poet.
Flying,
  Frying,
    The bastard with the bowl.
I had five days to choose the chosen.
  Five days to direct the destiny of the predestined.
    Five days done gone by...
Loved no one.
  Felt so low.
    Felt I was going nowhere...
      There was nowhere to go.
    Felt I knew no friends...
       There were no friends to know.
Solitary.
  I have succumbed to seclusion.
Beat down.
  Feeling the dry ground.
    Fearing the melodic sound:
      My desperate breathing.
        My own heart beating.
But my fears could not imagine the depth of lonliness.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fire engine Scarlet red 12-31-11

fire engine scarlet red 
is the color of the fire fighting Amaranth dead 
who hide there sinful Liability
as they wave at me 
from beyond my walking concrete grave 
to let me know, that my time is 
finely being bleed to the color of 
broken swollen face Cordovan red 

with a nod, the oldest 
of the human fire fighting apparatuses 
give me a sinful smile, while he drives The jungle Junction   
to let me know all the wale (a plank around the outside of a ship)
heaven can watch me as they push me to jump 
and that not, a soul will catch me, when i fall  

I am theirs to control
mine, mind is not my own
and not a person can i ask for help 
for they are organized 
all the way up, to the political  
rusted system, of no investigation
of your just Rosewood dead...
and your malted color lips wear 
the evoked yellow color
and smell excreted Urine  
reddish brown puppet...


Details | Blank verse | |

I Hope

I’ve always wondered
That when I die
Where will I go?

I’ve always hoped something 
Different each time…

I’ve always asked
The stars if I 
Could stay longer…

Then I started to ask more…
Then I started to wish more…
Then I started to dream more…
Since then I’ve always done it…

I’ve always wished 
That there is no
Hell when I am gone…

I’ve always dreamed
That there is a 
Heaven when I am gone…

I’ve always begged
For my family
To stay alive when I am gone…

I hope it’s not hot in hell…
I hope it’s not cold in heaven…
I hope I don’t die…
I hope even in death that I can still love…
I hope even in death that I can still live…
I hope even in death that I can still see the stars light up the sky…
I hope because it’s all I can do…


Details | Narrative | |

My Battle

I was broken and bloody My soul was torn asunder,So death came for me.He thought it would be easy I thought I was done. But when he reached out to take my soul My spirit which was fading fast found its last ounce of strength and began to glow with an amazing power. So a battle began a battle for my soul. My tattered body then feel into a coma to try and save the last bit of its self.The battle raged within me for a full day. Somehow my spirit weak and faded managed to give death all and more then it could take. The battle ended and I awoke....alive the victor. So the question I ask the world is "If I still won the battle that weak and tired. What is there that I can't do if given the time to heal?"


Details | Free verse | |

Leaving

I hate it
Knowing you might not stay
It's eating your 
Life away
Sucking you up
Like a black whole
Taking in everyone you know.
I hate it
Living on
Wondering,
If you'll be gone
God has made his choice,
We cannot share,
what this cancer is,
because I do not know
If you can stay


Details | Narrative | |

Naked

When my body decided to get sick again,
six sinus infections since last birthday,
I marched into the best ENT specialist,
waiting room lined with Hollywood’s
finest stars begging for reasons why they
couldn’t reach the octave of the day before,
impatiently flipping through old magazines,
interrupted by cell phones ringing in unison.

I got the lead role, thanks for your inquiry,
want to go to Hawaii for the weekend? Susie 
died. Funeral tomorrow. Allan’s away on business.
This doctor sucks. I have lunch with Ellen at noon. 
Dad’s in the hospital. Freckles just had pups, want one?

My name is called. I shuffle behind the nurse,
my chart clasped to her chest like the baby 
she might never have had, into the shoebox size room 
packed with instruments I didn’t know, 
despite three years of nursing school.

The suave, forty-something doctor,
released my X-rays from their sleeve,
and mounted them onto a screen. 
He looked up through his sleek wire frames, 
“You’re absolutely beautiful on the outside,
but a mess on the inside.” I wondered if 
he was making a pass or soliciting
a surgical procedure and how many times 
he repeated that line, loud enough for 
the pedestrians five floors down to hear 
this and the other truths about my battlefields—
three C-sections, knee surgery, twice a victim 
of what strikes one in eight women, and reconstructed 
organs of sensuality with tattoos to hide their truths.

Now I dodge doctors as one avoids the cones 
at the scene of an accident, but I can’t dodge this one.
My voice is hoarse, my breathing is shot
and I envy those vacuous starlets in the
waiting room, listening to their chitter 
chatter on cell phones. I sit in the exam room 
before the surgeon tells me one more time, 
something I need to do to hang onto my life, 
but I’d rather be the person before the scalpel found me. 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Lighting Up

Smokers light up for various reasons,
Stress, anxiety, savoring a meal or
seasons,

Yet, rarely do they think of the harm
it creates in their bodies, hacking coughs
that require more than hot toddies,
Cigarette smoke and tobacco breeds cancer,
The relaxation it brings can never qualify
for a plausible answer,

Yoga and meditation may have the same effect,
the difference is, they don't send people to
quicker deaths.......

Lighting up rarely brings joy in the end,
especially if you have to watch a body
ridden with cancer at its last moments
before death.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Apart From Me







Somber silly little Setter, English; painting trapped himself in the side yard whimpering, howling away wildly. 


Sunscreen-on, moseying on over, in His tenderness He offers a helping hand. Hot Summers cool vapors the blessings found  here, there to and fro leaning midst the still lulling; gentle calling of the Rains. 


Yes the Grace of God, in His joy humming, arriving just in time, and so is Patience the greater venture I suppose the eminent virtue. 


His Love always; Honest, Open... Willing already beholden... . Far beyond the wreck I make for myself and others... chains stretched bounded securing me yes, my freedom in kind stripped away from me given in the effort this provisional very prominence preceding me when in denial of these facts.     







Details | I do not know? | |

Cardiac dysrhythmia

I am as sick as sinus syndrome
At times as lively as V-fib
Accelerated, polymorphic…
Another temporary blip

then Mobitz II attacks.. times slows
it creeps by like prolonged QT
complete heart block would likely follow..
screw that, I’m back to SVT

It never stops, it’s pretty hopeless
I’m  getting sicker day-by-day
No chance for cure, time to go
Time to succumb to PEA


Details | Blank verse | |

Remebering

There goes that smile again, 
loose
like a stray hair, 
greying;
caught upon the breeze.
You wheeze out a last laugh remembering times gone,
Back when you shone. 
Now only with mind's eye, 
rose-tinted,
is it hinted that you knew of the summer and spring.

Smile-wrinkles and worry lines still enchant,
Even as they plant: 
bitter-sweet feelings deep in my soul.
Crow's-feet 
clutch
as memories call out their last sweet siren song.

Past these old lips a complaint spills:
discomfort and distance.
Far from me,
lost.
As the frost covers your world, 
those first flakes stick.
You again thick in fog 
moan about those kids and how they sing.

Holding your hand I take night watch, 
weep silently at endless loss.
Later as I toss and turn I imagine that your mind 
remains intwined with mine.
That all, for now,
is fine with you, 
I forget all life now is tinged with the bitterest sting...
But then I remember...


Details | Tanka | |

AN UNCURABLE DISEASE

Some of their breast must
be removed....hoping cancer
won't return to haunt;
chemotherapy and pills for pain,
will a breast implant look real?


It's incurable
as Aids, if not caught early;
yes, death may occur...
tearing visitors apart
who can do nothing to help.


The patients suffer
silently seeking comfort;
offer them more than
consolation by squeezing
their cold hand before they die. 





Details | Free verse | |

Desperation takes control

She's locked in silence and fear, behind that cold glass wall. She tries with all her might to not give into her darkest temptations. And grab that stealy cold blade, and watch as her blood comes pouring out. She lays in desperation waiting... For nothing. For everything. Her desperation takes over, begins to control her. She cries out in anguish. Let's it all flow out. Tears, Blood, Love, Family, Her Life. It all comes out in one swift motion of her best friend. Her razor blade. She closes her eyes and clenches her teath. Wishes it would all go away, but she knows there's not such thing. Grew up wanting to die, it was so hard. Wishing she could be normal like everyone else. All she wanted is not to be locked in a box full of emotions. Blood flows down her arm and all she hears is her silent sobs. Watches her life pass infront of her. She fades in and out. Laying in her pool of desperate, worthless blood. One more breath, those last words. I love you mom and dad.


Details | Haiku | |

Pollution

The high cost of air
If you breathe not its freshness
You are dead---poisoned


Details | Free verse | |

Wealth flagship

Lift up from the rotar weeds
 Summer bleeds the last still born
 As autumn greed fights decay
 To save the date from phallic fortunes
 Gather brand new gallop horse distortions
 
Where poles putrify at stockholm
 Is this the way the world ends?
 On battery pulse with no remorse
 Sucking hospital cupid with no hope groan syndrome
 
To make alive the image
 Of fly's circling round chopper wheels
 My primal ordeal is to shake it thin
 As carcass evaporates mermaids into wave maids
 
Concrete headaches will remember the bloodline spilled
 Out the skin fold mouths of gyrating myth
 From belly up suckers that just gotta bust the date
 Wealth of the flagship sailing straight into paper fates


Details | Free verse | |

The death rattle of Jackson Haley

His heart gave a leap of joy,
scrambling up over a wall of memories,
as the leaves quivered in front of him.
On Monday the children were playing at soldiers.
On Tuesday he was playing fast and loose with a girl's affections.
I forgot to give childhood to him and the coat sit badly across the shoulders.
A heart overflowing with gratitude,he was a good man,
came of a good family.
Thinking of grievous loss and bewailing, Jack Haley woke up.
Gale force winds and the boat of souls tossed about on the stormy sea,
a joke and a racking headache of a thousand why.
Silence reigned everywhere at 6.30 in the morning.
He is a law unto himself now as 5 dollars in his pocket suddenly
disappeared.
He never sold himself to the enemy and lights turned on.

He looked at his son with pride,fingered the tie of reputation,
stammered out a few words and then stopped.
Just stopped.


Details | Lyric | |

Empathy Hostage

cry?
sometimes I just want to say

your life is yours to keep or throw away

When you want me to make up the rules

to a game I don't know how to play

Don't know what I'm supposed to do

to keep you safe from that thing called you

If everything you say is true

You're gonna do it anyway

Am I the only one that's gonna cry
when you finally get the guts to die

Do you just need someone to say goodbye

Or someone to talk ya down

I know you're hurting desperately

I know you're ready for eternity'

Does it help to know that you're hurting me

since I'm the only one around

Oh tell me that you feel better now,

that we can talk and work it out some how

Won't you tell me that you found a way

take a deep breath and see another day

Did you pick me out so I could be

The one who stands staring helplessly

the lucky lucky man who gets to see

Just how serious you are

Well I hope you know you're being cruel

to choose a poor empathetic fool

to watch you do that thing you're gonna do

You finally get to be the star

oh tell me that you feel better now

that we can talk and work it out some how

won't you tell me that you found a way

take a deep breath and live another day

will it be a razor blade or gun

perhaps a nice high dive would be more fun

The pills are painless when the day is done

since I'm the one who gets to feel

Go ahead and make it quick and clean

if not for me it would be sight unseen

God how I wish I had a time machine

to take you back when you were real

Oh tell me that you feel better now

that we can talk and work it out somehow

Oh won't you tell me that you found a way

Take a deep breath and breathe another day


Details | I do not know? | |

When

When your church turns against you, 
What more pain could there be?
You need them most they’re not there
It’s what happened to me

When your date of expiration,
Comes and goes it is true
Tis life’s pain and the arrow
That was meant for you

You’re holding us fine,
But you’re only human, you know
Then you break down and
You let your weaker side show.

When your nerves are on end,
And you’re shaking all inside
When your breathing is shallow,
And there is none by your side.

A slit on the wrist, 
Or maybe across the neck
What’s the use in living?
What’s the use, what the heck?

What’s the use in living?
Why keep going on?
My life will never be good
Singing melancholy’s song. 


 


Details | Free verse | |

Teenaged Cancer

Sometimes I feel, 
that life is not real.

Sometimes I feel so fake,
like I could use a stake,
to hurt myself but I won't.

Sometimes I feel so happy,
but feel so flappy,
My lips are chappy.

As I turned away i looked in the mirror,
I seen no hair, in the hospital sitting by,
me is my mom.

I started to cry,
Oh how i couldn't try to eat,
I didnt know what was going on,
A doctor comes in and tells me how it was going to happen,
All of a sudden i close my eyes,
and i have seen heaven.

God has still not answered my question,
for there i knew i have got to heaven.
THere sat a gold chair,
with a man sitting in it,
For that man who died for me so i could be free from my teenaged cancer.


Details | Pantoum | |

Untreatable And Fatal Illness

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Time to become all that one can be
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease
The look of grief on your face and the weeping

Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
The look of grief on your face and weeping;
At the age of thirteen, life is carefree


Details | Free verse | |

A second chance

What it must be like inside your head,

To come to a decision that you are better off dead.

To think that there's nowhere life to turn,

A peaceful life is all that you yearn.

Convinced that talking to family and friends,

Will only make matters worse in the end.

They don't need to hear your problems,

You think they've got their own.

But if only you had known.

They are there with you through thick and thin

Family since your life did begin.

They have picked you up when you have fell,

So give them the chance now and your problems do tell.

There is much more to life than just this way,

So please convince your head that you want to live another day.
copyright(c) Susan Logan 2012.


Details | Free verse | |

LENIENT AND IMMORAL SOCIETY

It's the unfair society:
from lenient judges
to corrupt attorneys
and with some bad cops
who claim that their motto is:
" To serve and protect "
Oh, no don't tell me that I am crazy: I don't trust the Law!
It's an insult to society or to the ones who wrote it!
Oh, don't tell me that murderous thoughts 
don't double-cross me to want to toss those offenders
into the slammer where they really belong!
I should be on that bench and give sentences
without showing sympathy or forgiveness!
One guy who had a bag of weed
was released the next day...
because it was his first offense!
It's foolishness...there were
two minors in that car:
wasn't it the fault of a lenient judge? 
Hookers, so-called Ladies of the Night
are more protected than the ordinary citizens,
some  wacko sees them as worthless beings
and kills them dumping them in marshes...
I am saddened by such murders, 
but they don't lead a clean life!
Oh, don't tell that God doesn't have murderous thoughts like me!
But when some of one of them tap on your window, as you wait 
for the red light to turn green, solicits sex for money...wouldn't 
anybody have a murderous thought and give them a nasty look?
Oh, don't tell me that sex doesn't sell everywhere!
It's so disgusting to see ads with semi-nude models
advertizing for the big companies: it's the buck, not the morality!
And worse than that some guys watch porn as they drive!
O society so filthy and shameless, you have become so immoral,
putting away the Commandments that Moses God carved with fire! 
It's wrong to hate a brother or sister,
and seek revenge with either curses or bad deeds...
slandering is not humane and compassionate;
if he or she did something wrong...show love,
don't have murderous thoughts! The hatred
makes the gun go off quickly and the knife cut very deep! 
So goes for your neighbors, love them
as you would love your own and by spreading kindness:
darkness will be replaced by light,
and hate, ignorance and avarice by love!



Written by Andrew Crisci
for Susan Burch's contest,
" Getting Away With Murder/Murderous Thoughts "


Details | Free verse | |

And Aim

By the blank firing squad we waited as the soldiers
loaded brass tacks and high angled themselves in 
line. Filling the glass lungs stood before that 
apathetic gaze, full by the noon day's glare.
	Bitter Orange cast across the 
metaphors imagery climbing ever higher ;
	shadows play on the ground 
beneath our feet finding a dance partner 
among the gun barrels.
	All  acrawl beneath the skin , cockroaches bury deep
of the American flag passed from this British Eagle
after liberty w-/ out much royalty to country. English stereotypes
spitting on the union jack discuss Page Three monologues 
& the latest Styrofoam protests. Just say a word and Mean it. 
Only impressive once the Media took hold in a slow zoom on 
the Flash Mob mentality breaking out in frustration.
	At a country riddled w-/ apathy and unrequited 
eyeball kicks locked in judging show cycles , especially 
in ink, grasping for the straw to break the camel's back.
If only to go over the edge , finally going Mad ,
always, teetering on the brink . One foot in the gutter 
& in the other in Flintstone-esque traffic. Now 
I'm sure no one's written that before . Left right 
	on my mark, Aim &


Details | Lyric | |

Killer

I still see you suffer in the wake of all dreams
That I have each time that I sleep
Tears still fall from the heart of steel that I once had
Its too late for me to offer you mine to give
And it still makes me weep
That it forced you against your will
To live.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Damage Will Always Be There

The Damage Will Always Be There


I cried,I bleed,And now my heart longer beats the same way it did before I meet you.My heart feel broken,i feel like a rag doll played with over and over again only to be thrown away.I miss your love but now your gone and my hearts ache the most it has ever.There are time's I wonder if  I have been lying to myself,I must be because my heart should fee lighter it should feel like a free winged bird but it not.The damage the cuts the sores they shall be with my from happy time to sad time because you put them there.You who I looked up to you never promised I know but it aches from every thought of you.How come how come I must be alone in this world? It sound selfish but I only want you back to be here beside me and tell me you love me and I'm doing a great job with everything.Why does it hurt to think of you?why does it pain me to want to be lose to anyone?why does everyone leave me behind when I need them the most?why am I so closed up with a stone wall full of hate surrounding my heart?I know it shouldn't be there but do you? In time the cut will heal and the sores shall vanish.But what about the feelings and the damage inflicted upon them will never leave.Yes it sounds so cliche yes you've heard it all before.But really and this is know this is said this is everything I know.The damage is there no matter how much it seems to have healed.

For my grandmother who i lost now 5 years ago Granny i miss you i wish you would have fought for us a little longer then you did.


Details | Senryu | |

Finale

Finale
Streams of tears falling;
His crepuscular brawn years,
Embracing his end.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Out Heart

Out of the heart

Springs the many issues of life amidst
Throughout a distant embracing strife
Out of the heart a modest choice to make
In ardent springs embraced upon temporal negate

Within time,
Comes about a correlation within its peace
Strong is it may seem
Out of the heart some may disagree/

Out of the heart...
One may equate logical persuasion out of a mist filled with reality;

Charity...

The tender soil still quickens lending it to art as in some specific touch

Through a variation in a dream falling apart at the seams

Some are even very eager to engage in its deepest sympathy?

One may negate truth thus in order to twist its factual to live the lie?

Still others equate logical persuasion amidst;

Out of the heart form the issues of the heart/
Through darkened shades of Pine some may even spring a leak?
We still know what tomorrow might bring?
Amidst temporal chords of fallem mankind
We stand amazed at the glue of false fabrication
Twisted thoughts filled with thunder amidst its period of priority
Justification by faith yet they negate logic for a side order of fear
Twisted minds that plug destruction blaming third degree of fire on their very souls
Neglect to pick up the cross & to follow then soaring into sorrow
Never any hopes for a brighter nor that a better tomorrow;

Out of the heart the mouth will speak amidst the madness deepened creek/

Throughout darkened shades of Pine soiled in the breeze with illogical persuasion
We all still know not what tomorrow may bring?
Amidst temporal chords of fallen mankind
Under the surface of the bone filled there is still a layer of skin
Whence, do I need to ever begin again
Fallen man amidst a rise of the angry pagan
Flashlights with a dull pitch formidable response in its equated logical filled lies
Does all of the lie come at any logical big enough surprise?


Details | Free verse | |

ISN'T MARCH A MAD MONTH

Don't put away your winter wardrobe,
it's still chilly and you need a coat;
tornados are devastaing the Midwest,
and snow can only make it worse...
who dares not say," Isn't March a mad month? "


It felt almost springtime when temperatures
rose as high as fifty eight degrees yesterday,
and that was late February, but March is whimful
and anything can happen over twenty four hours...
buds on branches would love to sprout and bloom!


Don't catch a cold by wearing a tee shirt and shorts,
the changeable weather may fool you and you will get sick...
so wear a warm jacket, hat, gloves and insulated booths;
if rains falls, it'll be icy and cold can seep into your bones...
why not endure a little longer and say, " Isn't March a mad month?"


Details | Choka | |

Moon Effects

Before thru after
Deaths by three always follow
Crazy antics from the sick
These terribly true
Proven by natural ways
One act of full moons displays.


Full moons way depletes.
Taking human energy,
Whacking hormonal balance,
Both female and male,
Both differently but same
Each one resides in the game.


Full moon affects plants.
Without it, would not have chance.
To sprout, live another day,
Mother Nature’s plan,
Gods full natural design.
Beautiful cycles complete.

Date Written
10-13-2011

written for
Sponsor Russell Sivey 
Contest Name What Happens During A Full Moon? 

written by
Cecil Hickman


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

If Only I Had Known

If Only I Had Known
What trouble you were bearing,
But how could I,You just didn’t feel
you should be sharing.
 
If Only I Had Known
That you had become so sad,
I would of done all I could
To help you not feel so bad.
 
If Only I Had Known
I would have brought my warmth within your space,
I would have been gentle and caring
And would have left happiness in my place.
 
If Only I Had Known
I would have slipped my hand within your hand,
And would have giving thanks For the time together,
As we walked across the land.
 
If Only I Had Known
I would have wanted to help make the hurt go away,
To help you be more at peace for,
the rest of you stay.
 
If Only I Had Known
As you walked out the door,
That my Dear Friend would
not be here forever more.
 
If Only I Had Known
That when you said Good-Bye,
Only you knew then,
You were about to die.
 
If Only I Had Known
Even though you thought it best
To spare me the early pain,
It now takes all I’ve got just to keep myself sane.
 
If Only YOU Had Known
My Dear, Dear Friend,
That if you had told me,
I would have been there for you,
 
From Beginning To End.
 
Randy Laird


Details | Prose Poetry | |

My Pa







Had a dream about my Pa tonight, We all went out with them to Lake Loral Nancy His wife cooking up a good ol' Chicken Pot Stew slow-cooked set way up high atop the hickory us loading up the Bayliner for our afternoon fishing trip. We reminisced, Canoe in toe as we used to do just in case, yes just as we did back then; you-know if either would wished to float to one or more sides with the Canoe tied to the railings of the boat, or more or less to widen the chance at a greater spot to cast a gander upon our luck... . My Father by adoption; having-stated many times early on in-all of our teenier all together, God being-in-charge of all good-Blessings and if-you will--luck... we'll always catch some albeit one Yes I began to see through this statement he mentioned often God is always presenting always providing this-His Honest Hope, for us both--as I believe like my Pa, for any one yes everyone who is patient remains-open... ! Our woes, and Peace abiding... uncertainty grievances questions yes laughter were our main recollections as we dropped our first lines as we cast them... . I tell you I truly did love Him, still love Him, will always I figure... yes I know Some folk are so defined never wish to grow any further their Character divorced by Cancer, Nary did my Father allow it. On the day he passed He told Nancy, "I love my life. My Family Children. Love all those close to me.... but I'm tiered just plain wore out." the Lord took Him that night, the next day forthcoming I was told and O how I cried — But then realized as I saw he lived the greater life - He worked on this purpose until the day he died, and so for all he work for this final reprieve — it was for all of the ones he loved, because I feel for all whom he loved, he'd prayed for all to do the same... Yes a suffering in kind the same I'm seeing now - All-of-it I'm-finding; because he taught me the greater of his Faith nary a day apart from Him, and me... his youngest Son two Others older Sons if you will, yes I feel his family and friends still have this eminent belief to boast; Yes, in-the Company--Comfort... of Jesus' Peace... !


Details | I do not know? | |

Cold

I feel so cold as my heart slows,
Through my veins no blood flows.
Death greets me with a smile,
He waits for a while.
I say goodbye to everyone i know,
Until it's time to go.
The warmth leaves my body,
I'm just another ghost.


Details | Rhyme | |

conversation with my weakness

Can you hear me?
Can you taste me?
I know you yearn 
just for the smell 
of me.

Don't fight just pick 
me up, tilt me 
over so you can 
fill up.

Don't stop, what for? 
With me theres always 
room for more and more.

Regardless of what you
think I'm everywhere, I 
sense your weakness through 
your digestive stare.

It starts with the 
thought of me now 
your begining to consume, 
and I enjoy as 
your pain starts to resume

No one can stop 
me regardless of what 
you thought, I'm the 
beast that destroys and 
brings down your fort.

It's funny cause you 
know my secret yet 
you act like you 
don't, from me to 
you I can't care 
and I surely won't.

Others probaly wonder who 
am I? I was the 
one casted down from 
the sky in the form 
of a bottle I 
simply destroy lives.

It's so wonderful that 
you already know this, 
yet the choice you 
make is to give me a kiss.

The love for me 
is so strong, you 
try to turn away 
but seriously for how long.

I wish I can 
say with me you'll 
win, nope. No life, 
no love, just me 
and sin.......
My conversation with hennesse 
and gin...


Details | Free verse | |

Dreams' depth

Dream depth

Dreams are the Leatherback tortoises
lazing across the Caribbean’s;
the blue water and columns of sun.
dreams have seen the ruins, 
the pieces of lost cities, Atlantis; buried.
Dreams have touched the fossilized white bones 
of a father, a fisherman, who sunk.

The boy wakes up, runs on bare feet 
towards the shore where his dreams are.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Couplet | |

Aids

Once I went to a hospital
There aids patient’s were on the beds with death’s proposal

As Aids is pronounced it is not so simple
To take every breath they cross huge pain hill

There I saw life and deaths fight
They hopefully fight for life but death was in their sight

For each breath they were given pills
But the gap between the world and patients make their life more terrible

Those people are far from life and closed to death
Those people with such short and painful life are kept away like filth

They are treated as if they have done crime
No one understand what brought them in such a time

They are nether fully death nor alive
By the physical and mental pain they prefer death, then to survive

On the other hand doctors does not allow them to die
With the medical power these half death people are force to survive

So Aids end is not so simple as Aids is pronounced
For these peoples terrible physical and mental death is announced


Details | I do not know? | |

My friend called Aids

The why’s are gone  

I cried and catch a teardrop
I smile and touch my heart
I look and saw my soul
I leap and catch the future
  

I saw the pain and felt the hurt
I smell death and embrace God
My friend has passed  
And Aids stayed.


I saw it coming 
I felt the shaking
I acknowlege the monster
and except the pain.

NO, I’m on my way
I’ll be more cautious
 I’ll make the choice. 
I use A Condom


Details | Light Poetry | |

Don't leave

Don't go
I'm not ready to lose you
Your not ready to go
I need you here
I don't want you to go
Your important to me
Your part of my life

Don't go
Not just yet
Don't leave!!!!!


Details | Couplet | |

Writers Rock

Babies,
Babies
Like to get rabies.
That's the way babies rock.

Writers,
Writers
Like nice highlighters.
That's the way Writers rock.


Details | Bio | |

Things A Mother Might Say II



*******Note:*********
In time's that I was in trouble....


      ------

Wishing that you were
A better person
Make's you a better
Person now....

      ------
Where is my ceramic spoon?

                GF


Details | Free verse | |

IT Happened

This day plays over and over in my mind
It'll stay with me until the day I die

On the highway looked up
Dark gray clouds closing in

On the radio Social Distortion comes on
“Reach for the Sky because tomorrow may never COME..”

Thought to myself, better get there fast
This song might be over in time for her spirit to pass

Still thirty minutes to go
Cars gotta go faster, gotta roll

Reach the hospital and walk fast as I can
I'd like to run but strangers pass so I cant

I enter the crowded room
I stand in the corner, 
I look at her in the bed.
In so much pain, her body is trembling from head to toe

Then IT happened,

She asked for him
He bent down and filled her arms with his hug
Her upper body slightly off the bed as he tried to relieve her pain
For the first time in my life I saw my brother experience true love
I could see the particles of air above their heads exchanging loving thoughts
He thought” It'll be ok, you can let go”
She thought” It's just so hard because I love you sooo”
He thought”I love you baby, god is calling you home”
She said “ No need to call. I'll watch over you. When you arrive I'll know”

It was by far the most overwhelming emotion ever
Beyond control
I could no longer see, 
The tears just poured 
I think a ghost put it's hand down my throat, 
And then used my heart as a stress relief ball...
Cancer was the boxer giving my heart a beat

The pain was the ying
as the love was to yang

Two people in love,
In a world that can be so untrue,
I'm so glad my loved one found you!


Details | Free verse | |

Beat Me Dead

i ache all over
i can hardly breathe
do i dare take another step?
my spine is crooked
and my throat so dry
that blood pours out of my mouth
im covered in scars
and broken bones create me
bruises lace my skin
and fear running through my veins
this is too much pain.
i scream out in the night
begging for an escape
the fists that have impact
as strong as a hammer
create within me, a phobia.
the stairs are too close
don't walk down without checking
because the pain may come quick
and the scars will last ages.
maybe im clumsy
or maybe he's mad
either way im just
hurt
broken and
scared.
do i dare disobey?
my heart is finally giving out
and my lungs shriveling inside of me
this is the part where i die.
pushed down the stairs
or beaten to the ground
im no longer bruised by you.


Details | Epitaph | |

Ode To Todd (1963-2001)

I would like to tell you
About Todd, our brother
He was one of a kind
Unlike any other

Todd played a mean banjo
He could sing like a pro
The group that he played in
Would put on a good show

Todd knew all about cars
Fixed their faults everytime
He bought them, he sold them
Seems he owned every kind

Friend John took him flying
A thrill Todd did enjoy
Loved to ride his Goldwing
His favorite grown-up toy

Todd cruised on the bike trail
He couldn't be kept down
Days at Mid-Ohio
Car shows out of town

Dedicated at work
Though health was not ample
Optimistic fighter
To all, an example

Todd, a loving father
A son, and a brother
Grandson, uncle and friend
Unlike any other.


Details | Rhyme | |

Donate Life

People all over the world need organs to survive,
Donate what you can spare to keep someone alive.
Kidneys, liver and bone marrow too,
Maybe someone else will take your cue.

Some parts you can donate while you yet live,
So open up your heart, this precious gift to give.
Eye tissue, skin grafts, what are you waiting for?
What is it that we need to say to get you through the door?

What family member or friend is on the waiting list?
We know it's someone special that will be truly missed!
If we don't help others out - can you tell us who will?
We must now act swiftly or people's hearts will soon be still!

Donating life is easy and more fulfilling than you can know,
So take a stand for others - your love for them to show.
Actions speak louder than words - so donate life today,
From this worldwide problem - no longer run away!



(Addendum to poem - I actually donated my left kidney to my mother in November 
of 2005. I'm not just throwing down words here.)


Details | Ballad | |

The crow

The crow:

Her old tired body falls to the sturdy bench as she inhales with difficulty. Faintly her heart beats, slowly her blood circulates.

“With age I die by the day.”
Her ancient voice rings.

Through the ravenous night a single crow lands at her feet.
Her wise eyes smile as she gazes at the dark bird before her.
“Crow has no sense of time, lives in the void having the ability of past, present, and future at the same time.

Have you come for me then, my keeper of the souls?
Or is this a trick you have conjured with wild coyote?”

Silently the crow flies onto her lap and gazes deeply into her sickly round eyes. Inside the bleak of his pupil the women sees a light.

No trick or illusion, just the purity of afterlife.
Her wrinkled hands caress his silken feathers as their eyes mirror each other.

Carefully the crow absorbs the old Indians soul and takes flight, cawing in the dead still of the night.

Symbol of creation, healing and protection the crow is the keeper of the souls


Details | I do not know? | |

Explore

The sky of blue

The air so crisp

Actions are made

At ones own risk

Looking into
This hourglass

Also known as future
Or past
Everything is going by
 So damn fast

It seems as if
It is a sprint and I’m last

Limited are the options
That bring rewards

Only advice I can give
Is to at least explore


Details | Rhyme | |

Enterprise Diary

Up from the floorboards 
Creeps green heat.
It seeps under my head
Through a hole in the sheets.

It blankets the windows 
And shadows the ceiling.
It licks at the lampshades
And spawned my skin peeling.

Into the cupboards
Comes a noise.
It mangled the marshes
With three lecherous ploys.

It danced with the Devil,
A bystanding Lasher.
It curdled the saintly
And dubbed the dead masters.

Down from the spiderwebs
Slide warm hands
That pull at the fabric
That had once been their bands.

They fondle the willing
To dawn a dim future,
To center sensation,
And parent new squalor.

Out of the fire
Sickness calls.
It drips to facade me
Thoughout winters and falls.

In through the Underpass
In a sick, silent prose
Two magistrates and I
With my eyes half way closed.


Details | I do not know? | |

Away with the fairies

He’s away with the fairies
No, honest, it’s true
He’s not quite the same
Sort of person as you
He sees things that others
Could never detect
Collecting up pieces
That others reject
Living a life that
Most people would shun
Sleeping outside
In the rain and the sun
Most folk that meet him
They say he’s not right
He’s away with the fairies
They took him last night


Details | Narrative | |

So long and farewell

A life long friend,
A soul mate,
A heroine, a star
A woman so phenomenal,
The very best by far

I never thought I’d have to 
Say these last goodbyes
So long and farewell my hero
A girls so strong and wise

These last few weeks of life 
Since your diagnosis
Have been so tough, but you pulled through
So difficult to notice

One day we will meet again
And live our lives together
We’ll start a new life, you and me
And share one heart forever


Details | Free verse | |

Lost Life

A single heartbeat,
unappreciated,
A breath of air,
Unrecognized,
Promised, is nothing but,
Life and Death,
With time constraints,
Cherish the ability to Cherish,
Time,
Love,
Life.
I pray for you to pray,
Death barges in without a knock,
No lock and protect you,
Security within yourself,
faith,
Guarding your soul,
The only thing you can prevent,
Is prevention,
Accept rather than object,
Dont reject or forget,
Because everyone is subject,
To what you go through,
Remember,
Not to Forget,
But to remember.


Details | Rhyme | |

Terminal Girl

Violet eyes


Full of sadness


Tears she cries


On the verge of madness


Her auburn hair


In disarray


She only wants


To find the way


The sun is too bright


Darkness her friend


She sits and she wonders


When is the end


The circles under her eyes


Tell of her sorrow


And she wonders if she wants…


Another tomorrow.


Details | I do not know? | |

"Someone Been Digging ME A Grave"

"Someone Been Digging ME A Grave" 

my land lord, her play games 
she play, nick knack ,on  brain 
with a  nick knack pad a whack 
give a tenet a deadly water drinking break
she play at putting me in my fresh dugged out grave

hook::so don't drink the water 
hook::and don't breath the air
hook::because  there's no one who will give a care 
hook::with a gallbladder in the brink
hook::don't you give a drink  !!! 

so this old fear, and this brain 
can't believe how mush this is in sane 
with a shower head, that can leave you as good as dead
this is something so bad it leave white power on your head   

hook::so don't drink the water 
hook::and don't breath the air
hook::because  there's no one who will give a care 
hook::with a gallbladder in the brink
hook::don't you give a drink  !!! 


no old dog, will sniff at me
he start pawing at his nose so very painfully
with a howl, and a pain fill yep 
Now You See This The End of ME!

hook::so don't drink the water 
hook::and don't breath the air
hook::because  there's no one who will give a care 
hook::with a gallbladder in the brink
hook::don't you give a drink  !!! 
!

AKA::lyricvixen


Details | Acrostic | |

FELICIA

FELICIA (dedicated to the efforts of all on the HIV/AIDS scourge)

Rapturous ecstasy emanates from the town
Everyone, everywhere spoke of this damsel
She has just newly packed into town
Gossips could be seen around in their clusters:
"Who is she and where is she from?"

More to that, like a magnetic attraction
Felicia draws the attention of residents to herself
Wives are holding tight to their husbands;
The surely of Felicia is surely a threat.
Not even with her skimpy skirts and dresses

Felicia cuts the image of an angel
With her flawless grammar and sense of humour
The bulge of her regions make lookers apopletic
Her steps typify the menacing walk of a cat
She has all it takes for men to turn around

Society people want to have a taste of her
Women desire her to boost their ego
The mighty, the influential and intellectual inclusive
A King once offered her half of his kingdom
A Governor dangled a mouth-watering contract
A Vice Chancellor even offered her 'Medicine Admission'

Felicia suddenly became cheap and accessible
Initial ego and applause faded into thin air
She went up for the Goliaths to chew,
She came down for the crawling to lick.
She offered her body, a ransom for all
Promiscous men were happy to have their fill

Gloom, sorrow and tears soon pervaded the town
The toll of death was rising by the day
Surviving men depict postures of 'Somalian famine'
Their blood almost drained to the marrows
There was a peculiarity in their deaths
Only those who pitched tents with Felicia are victims

Soon the mist began to clear
I then could see beyond the ordinary
I'd ransacked every material available for clarity
The word of knowledge then came from ABOVE
The second name of FELICIA is AIDS

(c) WP May 1999


Details | Lyric | |

Gated Minds

Ever ending walls, are these walls ever ending? Slowely spinning world, will it ever stop spinning? Life is a passage, but is it really pre written? If god is "like wise" does it make him a victim? 
We all give and take, so does it mean its a mistake,
That the reason we are here is only by fate?
My mind may alter my inner emotions,but by keepin it locked means its never even open.
So I must not accept this world or its fate, for my mind is my own, and for gods, its his gate..


Details | Acrostic | |

Intoxication by Celine Figueroa 7th grade

It's in your body.
Now it's too late
To take it back because
Of your mistake. Don't
Xaggerate!
It's because you drank.
Car accidents are deadly, especially when you
Are drunk!
This is why you don't drink 
In a car while you're driving.
Oh no! The result is a crash.
Now it's too late to take it back!


Details | I do not know? | |

SOS, I Have Anthrax

Anthrax, my long unawaited nemesis
you have find me once again 
shying and crying to be heard 

knowing you alone will be, my only witness 
to a death done by
the hands of  the, ones who by law 
can't not be named 

 but, what should i fear? 
for death has found me  
and it make me swell and sneeze
and fills my sons with disease

grave (pray) for me
and fill it with dirt 
seek no answered song of lyrics 
for it will not tell the whole 
but fill your eyes with skin 
and fill you ears with raving chants   
of multi-dreams  of unreal visions


Details | ABC | |

fortune seekers

leans against the pllow in pain,  pains of cultivated years wastes in vain, going to bed with everthing in trousers, not any man but those in executive trousers, that posh car ride. now posh aids ride, waiting for death to come. and death too waits for to come. years of hard work in undergraduate days, ready to compensate good coming days. now the cloud is dark. for unstoppable tears to embark, on the journey of eyelash wetting.


Details | Narrative | |

Gratitude

Birthdays come but once a year
A day we celebrate, a day to cheer
We all know the day we're born and our age
For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage

The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year
On the other side of the world fear
Horror for a young girl named Heather
Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered

Swimming around the ocean deep 
Working up an appetitate for something to eat
Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper
Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper

At home I thought I had turned fifty
I figured this year would be very nifty
My father who was in his nineties
Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty

In a land way down yonder
A girl named Heather was pulled under
Great white figured she was good meat
Nice and tender a very tasty treat

A girl named Heather was saved
That very day lived to be one to praise
People who worked to keep her alive
She praised God who lives in hearts and on high

Sara lived many years
Saw her grandsons through tears
She was the strength and glue
Who saw her family's problems through

Just in recent years in a land down under
A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder
Caught in a fisherman's net
He'll probably live this mistake regret

No, the fisherman cuts the lines
Frees his catch and shark from bind
Now the shark he named Cindy
Follows him around even when windy

Follows him everywhere he goes
Let's him pet her on her nose
Rub her belly and dorsal fin
She even grunts and tries to grin

Which of these do you think is the most grateful
Heather who is now disable
The shark who was spared his life
Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife


(The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg.  Then circled and 
grabbed her left leg.  The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into 
the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off.  She was only attended by a nurse who 
was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do.  She was 20 hours away 
from the nearest doctor.  She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to 
have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg.     The story about the shark caught in 
a fisherman's net was really not true.  The grandmother here was a true story.)


Details | Acrostic | |

oldman

once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane


Details | Free verse | |

palliative care

who knows why
we are drawn
to the dark places
in people's lives

my daughter said
she wouldn't want
that grief and 
death stuff all day

inching in
holding hands
wouldn't you

do something
differently if
you had more time

maybe there
was a talk
or not a very
good one about it

we wonder if
we should have
done more

psychosocial comfort
sensitive improved
continuity of care

there is no cure
so we focus on
higher quality

life affirming
in the midst of
life limiting

not hospice. they
have more than
just six months

left usually and
we just thought
there should be

a structure of care
set up for this
kind of thing

Feb. 22, 2009 - 1:18 AM


Details | I do not know? | |

FOREVER TOMORROW

IF YOU NEVER NEW YOU HAD A DISEASE
YOU PROBABLY LIVE FOREVER 
BUT NOW YOU NOW YOU HAVE A DISEASE 
IT'S DEAD AND GONE TOMORROW 




Details | Free verse | |

Drugs

It started once in chocolate,
It ended up in coke,
It found its way in music pangs,
Like vipers deadly fangs…
This poison spread like fire,
Throughout each state and home,
Now that it’s an epidemic,
To legalize they’re prone.
It started in candy,
Then ended-up in schools;
It spread when they thought the Bible...
"Was not-a-good Golden-rule...!”
It started in the homes,
When kids had nowhere to play;
It took its toll and boomeranged-,
Back on our heads to stay…!
Now it’s in our churches,
For each old aged-gran;
‘Cause Steroids aren’t just for boxers,
It’s for everyone across the land.
It seems the government has the market,
For every cause and lure; 
Oh yea, drugs are really big business,
Or they would have found a cure! 
 


Details | Burlesque | |

Methheads of Mo-Town

Oh, just live for once in your life.
Oh, just die for once in your life.
Overwrought by confusion and strife.
Overtaken by a magical, mysterious phenomena.
Memory of mad months, memories of unexplainable phenomena.
Skin and bones are colliding, phenomena's not playing fair!
And you wonder if in the beginning you thought to care.
Plea to the gods of giving, recovery is rare.
Another statistic ... Another Methhead of Mo-Town.


Details | Free verse | |

GOV

They sell us lies,
Feed us death,
Shows us lives,
That we cannot get,
Mock our style,
But help us dress,
To promote control,
And slowly compress,
Our creative minds,
That stays depressed,
Possessed,
By the grotesque,
Rapist,
We call our government,
Stealing our souls,
For the fun of it,
Killing us off,
While we transmit,
Man-made viruses,
To countries,
That we consider shit,
While we commit,
Mass murder,
On the mass media,
That promotes censorship,
Blind to the fact,
That we caused all of this,
Blind to the fact,
That our freedom of speech,
Is as useless as a deaf,
Dumb,
And Blind,
65,
Year old mistress,
That thinks Jesus was a narcissist.


Details | I do not know? | |

You keep me hot

I like the way you light my fire and suck on me until you get hotter
I like the way you hold me between your fingers and place me tightly between your teeth
I like the way you breathe when you’re with me. 
I don't like when you pluck me or invite someone else to suck on me.
You keep me hot and that means a lot, you make me feel special every time you relax or
fall asleep with me. 
Sometimes people say I'm dangerous and I'm just a black cloud.
When you twist your feet on top of me I   feel like you want to get rid of me.
 I can tell you love torching me but I can help you relax,
 We can go places together, we can cook together, drink and burn stuff together and most
of all we can die together. 
I am a cigarette and you can smell me anywhere but every time you put a light under me
I'll make sure cancer becomes a big part of some ones life.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Hospital Trilogy Part Three - Bedlam No More

Now hushed bleak sterile corridors
recall the cries, laughter and tears
of those once termed insane;
all is still now. 
Rooms behind forbidding windows,
shutters slam-dance lazily in the breeze;
all is empty. 
No actual cells, no straw on cruel stone floors
or padded walls,
reality is cracked linoleum and Formica;
all is quiet. 
The local Bedlam towers black,
decaying dead slumber,
etched against a red-tinged horizon. 
No movement now within the confines
of her walls,
other than upon the evenings of the
Autumnal moon, when perhaps
resonances of the past send strange
drifting spectres to walk the balconies
and pace the grey great hall,
acting out the bygone dramas of this home,
this refuge, Asylum. 
Those who would dare to 
venture here
on such tragi-comic nights would see;
but no one comes here and no one sees
and all too few care or understand,
for all that is past are now dead memories,
and all that is to follow
is the truest madness... 


Details | I do not know? | |

Oh to be free

The people I love try not to show,
But they see me dying and they know.
The battle that takes place...in me,
With my addiction, Oh to be free.

Fifteen years trapped inside,
Thousands of lonely teardrops cried.
Without my addiction, What good could I be?
Thoughts conflicting, Oh to be free.

Desperate to prove I'm right not wrong,
Knowing that i can never really belong.
With my addiction, Much bigger than me,
Wishing it would end, Oh to be free.

Ever consuming, lives destroyed
its been here so long its so hard to avoid
I run try to hide but it still finds me
my head in my hands, Oh to be free

how can i find motivation to breathe
let alone find the courage to finally leave
my pastimes of old, to find the old me
while I’m fighting my addictions, Oh to be free

by James Thomas Mahauariki
Copyright © 2008


Details | Rhyme | |

The Hospital Trilogy Part Two - Asylum Daze

This joke has worn thin, it’s a membrane of gauze 
which insulates feelings and never gives pause 
to express the frustrations, self hatred and fear 
of existence defined by lung-blood and beer. 
Each day is a nightmare, each night sheer hell 
when I can’t rid myself of the memory and smell 
or the stress and the strain of a pointless day’s toil 
in a cracked sort of twilight that tastes of dead soil. 
Anaesthetized, programmed, my mind running cold, 
fixed smile on my lips that feels centuries old;
through urine and faeces and bile and despair 
I try hard not to tear out what’s left of my hair. 
What a mindless profession I’ve taken to heart
in this war of attrition that rips lives apart;
there’s no wisdom, no succour, no comfort to give, 
no cure for the stricken or chance they will live. 
Brain cells are miasmas of stark atrophy, 
behaviourally slaughtered, wild thoughts roaming free 
through a fairground of broken up structures and dreams 
in a wasteland of dopamine ricochet screams. 
Dazed and confused and disorientated, 
the crippled and aged whose minds have stagnated 
in leather bound skulls housing dull vacant eyes 
as they stumble their way to a thoughtless demise. 
King Solomon, people, don’t live in this place, 
we pretend that he does but it shows on my face;
I’m deluded and burnt-out, a white coated shell 
and if anyone cares here they’ve hidden it well. 
Their time was up years past, they’ve only reliance, 
preserved and half pickled by medical science;
a loved one, a husband, a wife or a friend,
parked up a cul-de-sac, right ‘round the bend.
Yet they’ve lived more than I have, these sad walking dead,
I’m the garbage man mercenary perched at the bed,
I am lifeless, less feeling than they’ll ever be:
if you don’t fool with dead things then don’t fool with me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Wolf Cry or Not

So you've considered suicide,
Life's so bad you want to die?
Is this a moment of honesty ,
Or are you being an attention horror,
Guess either way doesn't matter,
It'd be the wolf cry I can't ignore, 

Left your house unconvinced,
This wont be the end of this,
Cant encourage this behavior,
You've got to fix this, you're you're only savior,
I know people you can talk to with degrees,
Don't want my friends' existence to cease

I wonder why you told me this,
Keeping people alive isn't why I exist,
A huge burden just fell in my lap,
I don't own a life saving cap,
I'm no superhero, but I'll stand by my friend,
Just don't want your life story to end


Details | Quatrain | |

Curse of Rhyme

I cannot stop rhyming,
Is it a curse?
It started last night
And it keeps getting worse.
I started with quatrains,
And moved on to verse,
I guess it will end
When I'm put in a hearse.


Details | I do not know? | |

untitled

Am I an alcoholic?,
Is that what you call it?,
My life has evolved into something,
That I'm never telling,
have you ever wanted to jump off,
because of the never ending cough?,
It's some sort of answer,
better than most cures for cancer.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Thee Take Thy Smoke In Hand

I thee take thy smoke in hand...
Taste buds blossom blumes fumigated by blandness for all this madness.

Hence forth with my aching pains...
Gives me none no new world gains.

Happenchance gasp's that choke my pipe's airid winds...
Again'st Gods laws of healthy body's house that goes on to detour all us 
mouse's law breaking sins. 

 
 


Details | Free verse | |

Excused

A quiet man,
a good man.
An exquisite  artist
in 
watercolor.
Self taught.

As a sailor,
he was excused
from chipping paint, 
swabbing decks,
or peeling spuds
by lighting up
when the Chief Boatswain
barked to his crew
“smoke 'em if you got 'em.”

Excused, 
he put down his mop  
his paint brush, or his knife,
and smoked.

Today, thirty years
later, he is dying.

He is breathing through a tube
in his throat
and laying in his bed
at home
waiting,
watching his last
football games
and waiting.


Details | Free verse | |

Muriel

she planted seeds
pulled weeds
grew trees
and was into topiary;

then something grew inside her,
a weed that would not be pulled

the grass grew thick
and everywhere
the crabs thrived
the orchids flourished
and as she was going
the greater they grew
one day she stepped out there
and wilted in the shade
of a giant green flamingo

sometimes i think of her
when it’s hot
pouring pink lemonade.


Details | Rhyme | |

On Dying Young

Feel the sea wind cold and stark,
as the arrow hits its mark,
piercing, pulsing, throbbing heart,
can your eyes see in the dark?

Thin arms inked with dark tattoos
grip the sands of deja vu,
earth and ocean rendevous,
waves of green and turquoise blue.

Soon he would turn twenty-one,
dying as the day is done,
roulette with a Russian gun,
spins the chamber just for fun.

In the sea awaits the shark,
tide recedes, leaves bloody marks,
he murmurs now, his last remark:
can your eyes see in the dark?


©Danielle White


(Inspired by a young CF patient.)


Details | Free verse | |

Don't let it slip away

Stripped, abused and tortured.
Help me, my life's but one -
Don't let it slip away!




Authors notes

Enforcing a picture and or meaning in 15 words.


Details | Senryu | |

The Doorway of Death

What makes a person Decide to participate In the life of drugs?


Details | Free verse | |

Our thoughts are with you...

In sickness and in health
you vowed to one another,
and now when things are tough
you stand strong for each other.

There’s nothing wrong with taking time
to persue own dreams and goals,
at least you know when to break away
and listen to your soul!

We want to wish you peacefulness,
good health and luck in life,
to thank you for all you do for us
through all your tears and strife.

To let you know you’re thought of
in oh so many ways
Take time you need it’s precious
and you’re in prayers every day!

May you both find the strength and peace you need through one another. Friends are with 
you and understand such hard times…


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bag Lady

The clothes she wore were twenty years old
Tattered and torn not much protection from the cold
The rusty cart she pushed with wheels well worn
The hair on her head needed to be shorn

Slowly into the emergency room she did enter
Just in time for her heart was tender
As she sat down in the chair
Her lungs no longer filling with air

Passed out onto the floor
Someone coming in through the door
Yelled code blue alert
Then the staff turned with a jerk

Everyone moved in hight speed motion
Some people wondered what's the commotion
Just like lighting to the operating room
Jane Doe was whizzed which was none too soon

After days of tender loving care 
Still unidentified she slipped away from there
Meeting her husband beside the road
Speeding away in their car they drove

She was no bag lady
But America's elderly poor
Who needed heart surgery
But couldn't afford the cure

(This is copied righted on LuLu's Poetry.com as are most of my work, some of which is 
supposed to be published in their anology series. Sara)


Details | Rhyme | |

Three Wooden Crosses

beneath this iron maiden
lies three wooden crosses

such tragedy comes to those
with their life losses

fourteen fifteen and sixteen
even in the backseat a beauty queen

mother told them not to go
father told them to take it slow

waving goodbye off they went
riding on tires with a wheel thats bent

out comes the beer and the weed
being such fools tossing around the seeds

ran a stop sign just up the road
got smashed by a trucker hauling a load

spun the car into a lamp post
now three bodies linger around as ghost

but the beauty queen did survive
by wearing her seatbelt and thanks god shes alive



Please Talk To Your Kids
Drinking And Driving Dont' Mix
And Alway's Remember That Seatbelt


Details | Rhyme | |

One Final Show

Stage lights dim
The actor takes a bow
He acknowledges the audiance
But the show's over now

Thanks to the chuckles
And the hearty guffaws
Know one knew
He had a fatal flaw

As the patrons exit
He retreats to his room
Sits before his mirror
In his aloof tomb

One blue, one yellow, 
One pink, one white
He took them all even though 
He knew it wasn't right

Chased it with a sip
Of something strong
Whiskey or bourbon even though 
He knew it was wrong

The laughing spectators 
Did not know
They had just witnessed
His final show

A life given up
When given the chance to rise
Last breaths taken
As he dies


Details | I do not know? | |

AIDS

AIDS  a deadly virus. Its aim is to
invade and eliminate the human race.
It’s a killer disease that lives in bloody
only.An illness that makes life meaningless.
A syndrome that slays the Young adult and
young children. If only the world realized its
danger. It fills the hospitals and clinics With
dying people. Mr. President it seems you 
have money for war but can’t find for AIDS
a cure. 


Details | Lyric | |

Young Gun

Verse 1

So young
One gun
How dumb
I'm stunned
He's done

My son
My son

Verse 2

His choice
My voice
Spirit hoist
Skin so moist
Such a boast

My son
My son

Verse 3

Died in vain
This drives me insane
Such hidias pain
Listenening to the rain
For what has it gained

My son
My son




Tribute To A Co-Worker
Who Lost The Battle
In A Gunfight With Police


So Long Hollywood { 55 yrs old }


Details | Rhyme | |

A Leavin Jones

 
A Leaving Jones

 

I’m leaving when

With where I go the darkness is stained by holy robes

I’m leaving where

I’m caught taking notes in church while the better man

Disciplines his child for laughing at me

 

I’m taking the dirt free leave

I’m leaving mystery, my friend misery

Just a girl I used to play with

In her basement

 

I’m leaving while the sun is out

I mean it, you will all have seen it

After my leaving…

I’m leaving what water was mud. I’m serious like

I’m leaving for blood

I’m leaving where I was, leaving because

Leaving is what leaving does

I’m leaving the lusts. The when and the where

And the what leaving loves.. I’m leaving drugs

Leaving the suds and the buzz dust

I’m leaving that like left pizza crusts

 

Okay now, I’ve got leaving news

I’m going on a leave cruise--a full boat

With two clubs and a trump suit

I’m like filled with leaving juice-not booze, am I being obtuse?

I’m so into leaving I bought leaving boots!

 

I plan to leave the past behind me

Lot of the sins and illegal things that bind me

I’ve got to leave quick

Go ahead you can time me

I’m keeping ahead of the grip

That once confined me

 

I’m leaving now like the nights leave each dawn

I picked this day to be leaving on

In my case I’m leaving the worst

I should have left the last crap first

But at least I leave the rest 

Of my life less cursed at best.

Course, someday we have to leave that too..

 

-james kryzaniak


Details | Free verse | |

Succumb to Illness

All those days spent in pain.

Memories washed away by the rain.

To have misplaced a forgotten loved one.

Falling into the depths of illness.

Now, I realize what it is like to succumb.

Where did those days of greatness go?

 

What have I become?

A monster with great power?

Maybe, I have succumb to illness.

My heart begins to beat.

Fast

Faster

Even Faster

As I hear the sirens buzzing in my ears.

 

In my mind...

I feel empty and dark.

In my mind...

I'm dying inside.

In my mind...

Voices are screaming words of terror.

 

I have lost.

The battle of life and death has been done.

It's what I hate most.

I have lost.

 

As I tell myself that it'll all be over soon...

I hear my mother saying "Sweetie wake up."

Stunned to death I awake.

Frantically, searching through my mind.

I find that I will never succumb to illness.


Details | Sestina | |

MY DOUBT GAVE NO INDICATION...

Will I live longer than I suppose to be living...possibly a centenary,
and struggle on a cane to sustain my weakness?
Those beautiful and vibrant years have fled to impose fears,
making my presence unattractive and more blowzy,
and in the present time, I am isolated and frowzy; 
a deteriorated mind feeling the burden of senility?   



My motto wasn't " Conquer and be invincible!" No-first mistake was allowed
to mar my perfect character; body and mind in full accord, blending together, 
so obstinate in defiance to obstruct any possible pleasure...
was it a deference to holiness?  Everywhere explicit posters encouraged promiscuity:
an indulging nation...diverging from the concept of morality!  



And however strong was urge to indulge in wrongful acts incoherently, 
my doubt gave no indication...that I would have gained from my inequity;
and ruin would have wrecked this conscience and wrenched my spirit;
alone to face the sure wrath of the Divine...while wrestling with my lost worth!
One-stand night didn't nurture a sensation so momentary and insipid,
many times, staring in the cold darkness, I was glad that my behavior wasn't lurid!
  


And today new pills promise to give more virility,
causing blindness and a probable, sudden death;
and Lord, my intention is not to use them to harm myself,
the gift of longevity was well-received and is well-kept by me!
Unlikely the times past, when my doubt gave no indication,
now it does so plainly and clearly... not swaying my attention!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

Freedom/Responsibility

Freedom, what all I could do only.........If
Freedom, not responsible to.................You
Remove all the fun; please, please let me...Take
The car for the night, I'll be home, obey......The
Rules, all of them__promise to stop for the..Train
Well he got freedom and he sped................Off
Until he picked up some friends at...............The
Local bar then he came to the ....................Track
He'd had just one, just one too many...........It's
Way too late, too late for him but he's .........Free
What his life could have been, who knew......But
Maybe the President or in senate.................It
Is possible the first leader of love................Can't
Contain my grief, if he stopped; not...............Go
His life on the right track, could have gone......Anywhere

(The end line is not my original idea but a direct quote form a book.)


Details | Blank verse | |

The heartbeat

Every night when i'm laying my head to rest
and i hear your heartbeat on my chest 
lets me know that i'm doing alright

i thought i lost you in that hospital room
when they couldn't find a beat
it scared me to death and my heart skipped
we all seen the line and thought you were dead

But that night i looked up
and within the tears running down my cheek
i saw an angel watching over him and me 
she looked at me and smiled then flew away
i looked at my baby and saw him awake

I didn't know what to believe
but i saw that angel in front of me
i thank her every night i lay my head to say goodnight
cause the beat i feel on my chest 
is in my arms and not laid to rest 

My baby just turned 5 today 
his heart beat had faded away
but i'm glad i got all i could get with him
for the angel who saved him has taken him
but before he went he said to me
the angel you saw i can now see
 she is standing right in front of me
goodbye mommy and i love you daddy 




Details | Verse | |

MINI METRO CHEVROLET MATIZ

MINI METRO – CHEVROLET MATIZ

Sat in the back of a car – Mini Metro or Chevrolet Matiz – 
just waiting for the crash. My crash part of our crash. 
Pulping my flesh, tearing skin, crushing bones. 

Severing my head as my unbroken left arm twitches – 
nerve ending! At my eyes’ last sight. 

Mini Metro comes to rest on its side, petrol pools and burns. 
Other car gently rocks on broken axle. 
All die with perfect, mechanical precision.



Details | Personification | |

A Scar Is A Scar


I am very lonely today. Surely, 
my sorrow will last 
for a life time.  The Earth fell 
on me. First, my boss is kicking me out, for I am not 
of good use these days. Second, my Doctor says--

“You must be quarantined to prevent 
the outbreak of the virus!” Yes, I am infected with 
a deadly virus. I don’t know where I got it. 

I worked hard and even obeyed everyone, instantaneously  
to achieve my goal, my career. Shame, I over exposed--
myself. I’m dead! Now, what will I do?
 
I shared this bad news to my family and friends--
they were shocked! I prayed, in solitude, for help. Well, I got 
a message from someone of good heart, offering me

His magic cure. Although, I can easily follow 
the instruction: “Click this balloon”-- 
to remove the PSW.x-Vir Trojan trapped inside my body 
still, I am not happy. You know why--
whaah, I am no longer a virgin and a scar is a scar!


Details | Couplet | |

I Want My Mommy

as I lie in this womb
for it's my heart you'll hear beat soon

da beat beat beat
and da tapping of tiny feet

attached cord
was my mighty sword

words of disgrace
embedded in my taste

drug of ill fath
served on my plate

you have rather me died
than to hear my wimper and cries

I could of made you proud
instead of being wrapped in this tiny shroud

now I am someone else's angel
wearing a nice shinny golden halo


as my unspoken words goes out to you
I hope your next child won't have to go through this too




Tribute To The Unborn


Entery For 
Raul Moreno's
Unspoken Words Contest
GL All


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Depression Challenges

You came to me without warning 
Took up occupancy without permission 
Your purpose hidden from the host 
In a dark cloud of anger and confusion

But you did not come alone 
You brought along a companion 
Pessimistic fear was his name 
Wreaking panic and consternation
 


 The question asked over and over 
How long did you plan to stay 
We could not see the answers offered 
With a mind that had gone astray
 

You were very active in your work 
Every day you plucked the beam of joy 
And left an impostor in its place 
What was I to do but cry
 

While you were at your mindless task 
You caused the host a lot of pain 
Damaged work and social contacts 
And his relations twice again
 

Your host had cultivated well the ground 
When day and night were merged in one
Working at unremitting pace
If you could see the damage done
 

From that time is twenty years or more Y
ou have come and you have gone 
I do not wish to have you back 
I once again am one
 

From now on I guard the door
By reflecting well on lessons learned Painful, fearful, costly payment 
Joy and freedom is well earned


Details | Narrative | |

I Died On The Operating Table At Yale

I died on the operating table at Yale.
My brain aneurysm explosion was off the scale.
My heart, my brain and my lungs all failed.
My life was shaken like a 10 on the Richter scale.
My life, like a train, was totally derailed.
I left my body and above it I sailed.
I looked at my body and it appeared very pail.
I heard my doctor say, "we’ve lost him!"
My chances of resuscitation were very slim
I heard the machine going beep, beep, and beep.
I looked at my body and it looked like I was sleep.
To the other side I sailed like express mail.
Upon returning, I saw my doctors assail. 
They worked at a heroic scale.
They continued their work to keep me on earth.
I heard my doctor say, “we’ve got him back!”
I re-entered my body and began my comeback.
The number of days hospitalized was one-eight-zero.
Because of my miraculous recovery, I shout bravo!



Details | Rhyme | |

Circling the Drain

She lies still
in the hospital bed
feeling her heartbeat
and stares at her
withered feet
yellowed nails thick
and curled
waxy skin
blue veins unfurled.

Her jaw is slackened
from the shock,
she hears the ticking
of the clock,
this useless disc
hangs on the wall,
it's meaningless,
no help at all.

She doesn't know
what year it is
and where's her husband
and the kids?
She feels her temper
start to rise,
but cannot move,
to her surprise.

Her heart rate's up
her breathing's fast,
the distance from the door
seems vast.
Now, here she comes:
that nurse with drugs,
her protest's swept
under the rug.

And so she slips
away once more,
her life-force spills
onto the floor,
and when she wakes
she grips the sheet
and stares in horror
at her feet.


Details | Free verse | |

Desire

Shepherds exquisite rosie blushed skies
between seas of clouds drifting by
As the veil of evening spirituality rises,
the layers strip away
until thin enough to reveal
a night-time previously unseen
Work of art,
Heaven’s beauty
A Queen of the skies.
An air if intoxication
trips the mind
for a moment belief is enforced
Unveiled a Guardian Angel
set to watch over us,
protect us with love
Taken too quickly from our world,
this feminine stunner
with long black trailing locks
that reach mid back;
a mouth so hot,
sophisticated, 
elegantly wrapped form
This spiritual purity,
so youthful;
is lifted to higher realms,
where as a winner,
her floral crown is raised before her
She watches with breath of reservation
Her eyes look on seductively
filled with knowing need
Enfolded with the love 
of those that look up to her
Her premature wings
wrap her neck and shoulders,
fluffy, white as purest cotton wool.
Her time, 
her pleasure,
her passion,
her promise, 
her prize
Yours to seek and find
A picture perfect place in mind
Desire


Details | Free verse | |

Soothsay, the Poppy Seeds

Seething poppies whisper to me
How soothsayers are a lie.

Betrothed with thoughts of internal
Elegance, outward recklessness,
Divine intervention by stormcloud;
Pregnant with crooked emotion,
Clumsy words, laughter like a murder of crows--
Hear them:
The flowerterrible, the naked and tempermental.

They devour my truth.

A dull concept of time reels through
Candy coated consciousness--
Relative all the same; "Maybe they come here
For a reason."



"Soothsay, the Poppy Seeds"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


Details | I do not know? | |

save me from death

Running in Succession
Bleeding in the brain
Skip the pain
Give me the morphine
Knock me out for a day
Lip syncing the words to my beloved song
Surrounding me in the soft blanket of coughs

As I drift off to sleep
My sickness is cured
It comes back three months later,
It's even worse.
The ache is way too vast.
My head is revolving
Is there a way to get past?

New symptoms
Shaking uncontrollably,
Sadness overtaking
Depression overwhelming
Hope is now gone,
Love is no more.

My path of prospect goes black and white,
The pain is gone at once.
My eyes roll back into my head
My hearing becomes faint.
Inadequate signs of death.
The rise and fall of my chest,
The slow beat of my heart straining,
Life is suddenly becoming afraid of death.
Come quick I say,
Save me from bereavement,
Save me from death.


Details | Narrative | |

' Jennie - Pennie (My Big Sister)

Everywhere I Look … I See Jennie
Short, Red-Hair and a Smile, So Bright and Pretty
Jeanette … my Older, Big Sister… I Wish I was More Like Her…
        … My Dear Jennie … My Sweet Jennie …

Treated me like I was Her Baby … That was Jennie
Helped me to be a Real-Lady … Just like Jennie
Taught me how to Share and just how to say my Prayers …
        … Jennie … Great Lady Jennie

She was in Her Early Adult Years and I was Young Too
… when Mama Left… There was nothing, We Could Do …
            … Cancer … is not a Loving Word …
        I Wish It Had Been The Last I’d Heard …
                … Oh Jennie … Loving Jennie …

In that Cold-Clinical-Room … Lay Jennie
She Would Be Leaving Soon – God ! … Not Jennie !
She asked me, ‘Did She Fulfill … God and Our Mama’s Will …?’
        Yes, You Did Jennie… I Said You Did Jennie !

… She was in Her Late, 40-Years, but Still, Much Too Young To…
… Like when Mama Left… There was nothing, We Could Do …
                     … Cancer … is not a Loving Word …
                    I Wish It Had Been The Last I’d Heard …
                           … Oh Jennie … I Love Jennie …

When I Wrote This Song … I was Missing Jennie
God … We Can’t Believe She’s Gone … I Loved Jennie
        Jennie-Pennie … You Kept Your Promise…
                  Mama Will Be Proud of Us…

… May Jesus, Call Jennie … When The Time Comes, Please Call Jennie
          Lord Call Jennie … Lord Call Mama … and Then Lord Call Me …

            Jennie, Left Loved Ones... February 29th, 1992 …
          I hate Leap-Years Now …. ‘til I Leap of Faith to You …
                     … Cancer … is Not A Loving Word ! ! !
                             Will It Be The Last I Heard ? …


                      In Memory of my Beloved Sister
                                        Jeanette


Details | Didactic | |

step forward and choose life

I've grown tired of feeling dead and of making the wrong choices
so I've decided to choose life and to take heed of the heavenly voices
I've made so many decisions that were spiritually wrong 
for I did not take them before the altar of God where they first belonged

God wants us to choose life and to live our lives in the blessing
and desires that we have an existence that is free of anxious stressing
to think right, to eat right and to do what's godly in mind
to love one another, to respect each other and be a reflection of God's kind
to make the right choices in order to determine one's life course
to do what is necessary to continue one's life force
to making the right decisions that will leave a lasting legacy
to making the right choices that will insure man's continuity
to look beyond one's self and towards the future generation
to choose life and not death for all of creation

Jesus said "step forth" to that man with the withered hand
and then He asked the crowd of on-lookers of His actions "did they understand?
He wanted to know if they were accepting of what He was about to do
If it was more godly to choose life and not man's laws in full view
a critical moment awaited, a decision needed to be defined
to choose life over death He wanted to know what was on their mind

God wants us to step forward and choose life in our finances, fitness and faith
God wants us to be healed in every aspect of living that we undertake
to stretch out our hands to Him in faith whenever He does call
to trust that He will lift us up by His grace if we should fall
to step forward with a desire to be more healthy and physically fit
to choose life and have discipline with our bodies and our spirits
to step forward and believe that He will preside over our financial predicaments
and trusting in Him to provide by tithing to Him our ten percent
to step forward and make the right choice by choosing life
to step forward and stretch out our hands to be healed by Jesus the Christ





Details | Ballade | |

No Thining Back

alone at last with no masks no faces spying on me

alone with my past my merry mirror 

all the corners my once quick hands, have turned to spiders 

cautiously they advance cross the lined face,

reacting to disguises 

staring back with their same tremors, my hands, cautious, 

advance ac ross face feeling at mirrors. 

With these same tremulous hands that can scarcely hold glass 

I was 17 years old and my heart was hot and alive 

i discovered poetry and i swore to longing. 

I was afraid fist time i felt threatened 

and began to protect myself from the sting of hail. 

why do you insist on showing me, 

day after day, these sockets that used to be my eyes? 

i see below the twin ridge, too high rise of bone,

the bridge of my nose and suddenly into a lake 

the lake is my eye, it sucks under, and i traverse your skin 

to embrace the lake as little girl who still resides in me 

i embrace inside me. 

everything is summed up in one magic instant.
Zara Elizabeth Lane
Copyright ©2007 Zara Elizabeth Lane



Details | Free verse | |

Inside Your Head

When I first took up residence,
We were neighbours who kept to ourselves.
But I needed more room
Abundantly provided
Thanks to your unwitting generosity.

That's when your trouble started.
Those odd bouts of tiredness
You put down to overwork and stress.
All you needed was a holiday
Or so you were led to believe.

I was sorry about your little headaches
But I had to stretch myself still further.
Even beyond that point we were doing so well
Until you began seeing double.
That's when all hell broke loose
And they found you had an unwanted guest.
They tried to evict me
But I had burrowed deep 
To keep you as my host.

Our symthanatic relationship
Means we must go together.




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Don't Smoke!

I smoke and I choke has my
lungs fill up with smoke.
Yes, it is my addiction
a tobacco confliction.
I smoke to ease my pain
and stress to realize 
I am not at my best.
Only to realize I made a mistake.
Life is at a balance,
a scale that can't be replaced.
My lungs are turning black
filled with tar and nicotine.
My oxygen levels dropped
and my lips are turning blue.
The smell of tabacco reeks
on my body and tares at my soul
Only to be told I won't be 
able to grow old.
My lungs have weakened and my
heart has taken a toll.
How do I tell my children/
I won't be there to give them hugs
and advice.
Except one that took my life!
DON'T SMOKE!


Details | Quatrain | |

Suicide Survives

Fictitious families
Dysfunctional means
Compromised children
Capricious teens

Serrated self-loathing
Culling scarred skin
Dapper diagnoses
Dulling depression’s din

Psychotropic pulses
Sedentary screams 
Subjugated subjects
Catharsis of dreams

Dusk dawning
In convenience’s vanity
Vociferous voices
Pilfering sedated sanity

Slurred smiles
Lithium lies
Hanging from vestiges
Suicide survives


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The Predator and His Victim

He forced himself in, proud;
And, he’s boasting inside of her;
He couldn’t care less, if this 
Beautiful, angelic face’s screaming to death,
‘Cos of his overweight body covering her,
Making it hard for her to breath,
Till he exploded his, with great contentment;
A valiant man, victorious truly he is;
Then, he takes joy seeing her naked body in pain;
Gasping, she uttered words: “I begged you not to do it;
Now, you’ll feel my anger;
It will slowly turn your happiness in a tearful rage;
Don’t blame me, for I’ve warned you!”
But, he really not minds what she says;
Then, he stormed his exit, thru the dark alley
Like a valiant conquistadors;
Yet, before he could leave, she managed to gather
Her last strength and she said: “I am a HIV positive!”
He stopped and looks back at her. She’s dead. 
Her curse begins…. 



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Natural Curing " Save a Child? "

The story you read
In the shape of a poem
Its all about life
To continue it growing
 
The recent case 
Of Daniel Hauser
To deny him help
Media exposure
 
This 13 year old boy
Saw his aunt the same way
He took his first course
But the course made him sway
 
And his mothers thoughts
Maybe religion will save
And the fear of the thought
Her son no longer the brave
 
Behind the scenes, the Religion Nemenhah
A white mans dream of the " Cloudpiler " Landis man ah!
Where Natural Curing is what they can?
Is this the reason why they ran?
 
My thoughts go back to the way his auntie was
For to continue his treatment, as his bravado thaws
Its the word Chemo and the course it takes
Going through spells of goodness and sickly states
 
How many cases where the parent was ill
Did they make their own choices, to get better at will
Or did a another person decide for them
With their consent, with the write of a pen
 
In natures eyes, as a mother gives birth
It should be in her want, to save her child first
Why she would do this, take her child and run
Is it this Nemenhah cause, that prevents her son?
 
Written to answer my thoughts on the question posed by
                  Katherine Stella on her poem
 
          " Kid Natural ( the Daniel Hauser story ) "


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AMY ANDERSON + YOHAN...

she woudn't listen to me she woudn't at all she said it was his fault, but he took 
the fall, it wasent him it was me she wont listen to me you see,i,ve tryed 
everything i,ve tryed them all i even tryed to smash my head into a wall.She wont 
listen she wont at all i wil never get her to listen to me ,only to the man who took 
the fall.
i,ve tryed my best she woudn't listen now shes makeing me listen, shes says its 
him i did nothing she sayed it was he who was lusting.if she would listen i would 
tell her to, but she wont listen so i am through.i wil try to forget i wil try to not regret 
she still rights poems of this loss i can't stoper for i am not the boss.
im afraid if she doesn't listen
she wil get in trouble and wined up in abysin.so this is my poem about her i wil 
not forget not once indeed.for it is my fault that i took her man indeed.


               ~~^>{CARLIE BLACK}<^~~


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Two Other Little Boys

I sat and watched two little boys die,
on my TV screen last night.
I sat and watched as each in turn,
lost his uneven fight.
They died from something we don't fear,
they died because they were poor,
they died from pneumonia brought on by diarrhoea,
which for us is so easy to cure.
I will never forget their mothers cries,
or the anguish of their faces,
once more their reality magnifies,
the inequalities between our races.


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Pain

I have this pain
it won't go away

I have this pain
inside me everyday

I have this pain
you can not see

I have this pain
please help me

I have this pain
when I take a breath

I have this pain
I fear it's my death

I have this pain 
I want you to know

I have this pain
Is it my time to go?


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Spare a thought

Why is the Grim Reaper so skinny?
It’s because he is rushed off his feet
When so many people are passing away
He can’t take the time off to eat

So please spare a thought for the Reaper
Help him out till he gets a bit stronger
Do the poor fellow a favour
And try, if you can, to live longer

If he could just rest for a while
Put his feet up and eat some home cooking
He could get some flesh back on his bones
And he’d end up a bit better looking

So please spare a thought for the Reaper
If you’re thinking ‘bout dying, please wait
Oh ! Please spare a thought for the Reaper
‘cause, he’s got far too much on his plate


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Life's Tree

I sit with leaves falling from the tree
Of lives sun rays shining on me
The way time flies with no time to see
They way they drop so carelessly 

Oh life so short with no time to spare
To leave this place with nothing to share
Only one chance to sit under there
Watching them fall without a care

They float to the ground like the falling snow
With all my seeds still left to sow
There is no choice when it is time to go
As quickly as the sun will melt the snow

While under the tree make it last
The leaves fall quick
 And the wind blows fast


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Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men


Details | Elegy | |

Poor Hope

Her husband was a kindly man,
never thought himself too grand,
fought hard and long in World War II,
what he saw there, no one knew.

They raised their kids to be good folk,
and, Lord, that man could tell a joke.

Two years ago, he got real sick,
and wound up in the hospital quick.
Two years of chemo, and radiation,
he fought like he had for his nation.

His sons gave marrow, the pain endured,
and, God be blessed, he was cured!

When he came home, he seemed depressed,
convinced his finances were a mess,
no one could tell him otherwise,
though his bank books were right before his eyes.

Last week, he took his shotgun to the shed,
and that's where poor Hope found him dead.


©Danielle White


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Pay To Breathe

Pay to breathe
Pay to breathe
wrapped in greed
you cannot see
the meaning of life
before your eyes
stillness captured in your lies
worth a dime
pockets dry
you do a crime
you do the time
then you pay to breathe?
Or you die?


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Doom

Screams of anguish and torment filter the atmosphere
The streets are cracked open and the crowds' are all full of fear
Where could we go to switch gear? How can we clean up this mess?
Where shall our shelter take place? Could we beat this game of chess?

Silence plants itself in the ruins where we all lay in despair
The buildings are jacked-up, the automobiles are wrecked...Why is this so unfair? 
How are we going to make a living? Is there a place available for us?
Where shall our peace take place? Could we have good luck showered upon us?

Or are we all going to cope with this devastating doom? 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Death of America

Dear Mr. President,

          How wise of you to let America the land of the free and the home of the 
brave suffer in the same warfare you put our troops through. How coward of you 
to hide in the nick of time while your precious country be destroyed by the very 
people you gave our money to. How selfish of you to keep all Black, White, 
Spanish, Japanese, Asian, and Philippine soldiers in Iraq just so you conquer 
another piece of land to fill your void for power. How ignorant of you to even run 
for president when you know all you bring to this state is chaos. Have you thought 
of the thousands of family members that were relatives of the September 11th 
victims? Why would you leave the people of Hurricane Katrina to die while you 
rest peacefully on a trip playing golf? You call yourself a president I call you 
hypocrite. Why would you want to bring about the destruction of all the American 
citizens that elected you as their leader? The death of America has come about 
the end to mankind as we know it. For those fools who elected you Mr. President 
thanks to you they have dug they're early grave. I have just one question to ask, 
have you even noticed the death of this country? I don't believe you have. Your 
head so far up in the sky you didn't realize that the death of America was you.


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Let my Sense of Humor Die Last





                   HEY, Guess What?

                  There really IS a tumor
                  
                  Just chillin' in my brain

                  Not causing any pain

                  The Problem that needs Addressing

                  Is just Where the tumor is Pressing

                  And, Doc, with All Due Respect....

                 I mean, what the Heck....

                  It doesn't exactly REASSURE me

                 to call it a simple Brain Surgery!

                So, now my friends, I know how it feels

                to have the Hounds of Death nipping at my heels.

                And I can't run as fast as I once could

                when I was young and things were good.

                 And on my tombstone, in marble thick,

                 Please carve the words: I TOLD YOU I WAS SICK

                 Later


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Memories Of Youth

Musing for memories
Etched in back of mind
Mom I remember
Overbearing news
Reguarding brothers drowning
Inquiry stated caused by flashbacks from meth and herion
Eleven and didn't quite still understand 
So I just prayed to God to forgive his lost soul







Memories Was My Topic





Tribute To My Brother Gary
         {RIP}


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Aunt Beryl, Your Last Journey

Now your struggles are ended,
Of body and mind.
May your battles be remembered, 
With our passing time.

For years you had suffered,
Pain capturing your will,
Destroying all promises,
Of the day you would be healed.

We' re shared precious moments,
And at time revealing our fears,
We talked of those days we'd,
Soon be over the hill.

I felt in your footsteps,
And saw you in mine,
Those times we discussed,
Your life with pain,
And I with mine.

I've thought of you often,
And even at times did shed a tear,
I had ask our Creator to look upon you,
As "special" and let your remaining days,
Be free of all your pains and fears.

You told me of some good times,
And even shared some of your blues,
I've seen the tracks of loneliness,
Thru a blinded tear or two.

We both knew our days were not forever,
And our stories would have to end.
I'll cherish those times we opened our hearts,
And in sharing our pains,
We both found a friend.

Your body and spirit are parted now,
Each going their own seperate way,
A journey I think you welcomed,
After so many darken days.

Friends, as well as loved ones,
Knew of your kindness within,
We now mourn for your departure,
For life's battle, you did not win.

Now your body free of pain at last,
Now peace will live with you forever,
In that bright glorious land.

Remember?  I told you of a tunnel?
Not to far away from here?
And that bright light was waiting...
And what peace you would find within.

Now you know I have been there,
For before you it all appears,
Just as I told you,
The bright light will dry your tears.

Now I know not of this other world you are in,
I only know of the journey,
Of which you have been.

When you reunited with our Maker,
I know your final home you found,
May God walk with you,
As you explore those Heavenly grounds.

Aunt Beryl I will miss you,
And think of you often....
YOU know I realized THEY were real,
And would some day separate your body from your soul.

Close your eyes and welcome your sweet rest,
For time is of no more.

Your loved ones all gathered,
With sorrow showing about,
Unbound tears fell as soft raindrops, seeming as tho,
They wanted to shout.

 The flowers beautifully laid about you all aglow,
Your beauty giving inspiration,
As if for them to grow.

With life gone from your body,
And the spirit from your soul,
I now feel your story must be told.


 


Details | Elegy | |

Seeds that don't Grow

a dory caught off guard in the billow of a wild frontier,
 the south paw always an adverse of nature, 
tranquil can be the fire, 
but the the sparrow will mature, 
a dormant trammel becomes earsplitting when broken, 
now freedom promised as a perpetual token,
 in the splendor of the petal the truth does not appear,
 cripple the word and clarity becomes obscure,
 deception weaved from inner fear, 
not even gone and the cinerarium is in the picture,
 oh! look at the view,  raw are their souls preaching such an unholy scripture


Details | Free verse | |

But I'm Not

Tears are being shed, but i'm not sad
Arguments are being screamed, but i'm not angry
Thoughts keep coming to me, but i'm not wodering
Dreams are being dreamed, but i'm not asleep
Tales are being written, but i'm not brain storming
Cars are being driven, but i'm dont have a licence
Songs are being sung, but i'm not on key
Babies are being born, but i'm not bearing
Mountains are being climbed, but i'm not hiking
Food is being eaten, but i'm not hungry
Flowers are blooming, but i'm not planting
Water is being drunk, but i'm not thirsty
The world is being explored, but i'm not on the computer
Paper is being sorted, but i'm not organizing
Houses are being built, but i'm not moving
Goals are being accomplished, but i'm not setting them
People are finding me, but i'm not seeking
Airplanes are traveling, but my feet are on the ground
Bathing suits are being worn, but i'm not swimming
Lights are turning on, but i'm in the dark
People are living, but i'm dead


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Last sighting

Still searching we walk to edge of tide
To where waters tickle the toes 
At different edge each night
Here you were last seen
That dreadful night
Disappearing

Washed away with tidal sands and seas
Your mind tormented with unease
Released by natures blessing
As each wave comes over
Fleeting moments lost
As older things
remembered

Your footprints gone only whispers remain
Your life we shared and loved, we cared
Left to us are solemn memories
Of many days gone by
And still we try 
To find your
Lonely soul
Lost

And so the seaside weathers gently call
And seagulls cry around rocky shore
Last sighting of you was walking
In the sand one misty morning
And although not one print 
Was  left for us to find
There is some peace
From knowing that
You were smiling


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Chandelier

The crackled chandelier,
Lies under the staircase now-
No tender repair exists for it’s careful amber glass.


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The usual chemical baldin

Theme park legacies unnoticed
billion dollar scandals no one talks about
the under rug swept truth of the army taking over your government
telling what president to say what to what city
nothing out of the ordinary
the wars of our fathers, that carry on and on, with no break in between
just generation gaps, the three legs of one war, to fool the gullible
terrorism utilised to make impact statements of common knowledge
leaving you in your rut
in your corner
the pornographic clippings of muscle men
steroids and drug abuse used for a miscarriage
the usual carnival
the chemicals of the previous wars soaked into their soil
now nothing there grows
wicked this way comes
better this time
a law suit
hands washed clean, you look the other way when it happens to me
the gang unit doesn't even know
politically correct they are
selling the cover up
for the side effects of the wars of our fathers
the soils that soon will no longer bear fruit
something in the water, we tell ourselves is sewage
the pieces fit and we blame our mothers and fathers
after the doctors, after the brothers, and our lovers
where it all started, looking back to the deserted wastelands
of your chemical warefare
i see your footsteps
where the children starve
blaming monkeys for disease
we thought we would never be
something wicked this way comes
you look the other way
but here it is
the pieces fit
the usual game
hunger pains
disease
the cover up in your face
under rug swept
yet a torture
you dont see, blinding me


Details | I do not know? | |

"WARNING MY POEM ARE" 2/21/09

  	 "WARNING MY POEM ARE" 2/21/09

So real, so very real
and did i say, real
every poem, well just about every poem is real...
one or two lines, maybe made-up to fit my mind set
it doesn't make the CRIMES I write about so untrue
or the loves lost even less painful
and I may never save one persons life or my own
but my poems are very, so very real
and let other stand-up and write
so other will not disregarded there own eyes...

aka:lyricvixen


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Broken Hearts

I listen to the beat, the beat of a heart,
each tender thud sounding so far apart.
Will he awake, or will he be still,
we all know this illness can kill.
He used to be so happy, so from gloom,
if only our love would help him bloom.
He'll break the shell and emerge with wings,
his body wont fight but drawn to the light
His spirit will rise with all pure thoughts,
never again will he be distraught.
Our love will never die, always be pure,
how long will he last? no-one is sure.
life is everything, that's what he used to say,
only yesterday did it change to 'I'll be gone someday'.
We'll pray everynight, always remember,
those few nights in mid December.
We'll visist the church, kneel by the grave,
tears to be shed, flowers to be laid.
All by the loving one's who cared the most,
Easter to christmas, cutting the roast.
Deep in our souls, the bottom of our hearts,
we all loved him to bits, right from the start.


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The Whole Bowl of Soup- the whole story

Soup tv, soup dot.com, soup everywhere.  Nice spoon, no bowl.  Talking weird 
cause somethings are weird.  Suddenly printer works...little else on me does... 
there is no clue to my problem...well at least I got free tv for a day...only in 
America- $4 for phone, $5 for TV, or get combo deal for $9!!  It gets way weirder, 
and it'll take some time to relate.  Wow.  bye, later, tom


Details | Free verse | |

What are we doing to us?

What are we doing to our planet? 
Processing oils, 
pumping air with oxides;
be them sulphur, 
or nitrogen gas.
Burning coals,
manufacturing chemicals.
Making acid rain -
burning our -
dumb ass!


Details | Free verse | |

When I'm old

As we sat in silence,
in a room so dark and cold; 
a thought began to bother me,
and you weren't there for me to hold.

My skin began to sag,
my vision began to fade;
my thin hairline was barely there,
and I couldn't recognize my own face.

Bags under my eyes,
drooping under my chin;
wrinkles stretched from ear to ear,
and I could hardly spark a grin.

My arms were aged and underneath they hang,
there were calluses on my feet;
my legs were barley steady,
and time had damaged my speech.

My weight was hard on my knees,
I couldn't hear worth a lick;
I underestimated my cancer,
ignored it and became very sick.

Now I'm here in this hospital,
lying on this death stricken bed,
taking in my final breaths;
and I want you to hold my hand.

Look into my glossy eyes,
as my fragile skin becomes stiff and cold;
Remember the way we felt when we were young,
now I know for sure that you still love me when I'm old.


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Terri, The Pope, and I

I pray Almighty,
my freakazoid parents
the self-proclaimed-pulpits
of puritanical pious
and pompous selfish
keep their cult like claws
away from my throat,
and respect my 
sanctimonious death wish.
Otherwise, I may have to kill them.
Or at least break their hearts.

I am with that crazy ass Pope.
Let them pull the plug!
Draft me not for life support
puncutated by agonizing bedsores.

And Heaven forbid,
please keep me from them 
dragging my fragile bones
disgracefully through the courts
and turning my private slip
into a public script.
Please, please, please,
I pray they leave
my morphine shell alone.
Let me sleep
in sweet psychodelic dreams.
Let me sleep in peace.
Amen.


Details | I do not know? | |

"Arsenic verification of evil " (smoke detector) 2/17/09

 

 audible by design, cheating fate playing as life's protector     
you had me fooled, with blinking and what not 
caring on as, you pushed out your white powered of illness 
but it did not wash my black away 

my illness is but away to let me see 
you planed with great care to take my life form from me~
i want only to see your good name paster all over the news
and for other to know that in your blood.... line 
only hate will appear~ with money and sin taken with smilies
so that in your death other will curse your name...
and see that those that came from your fruit...
are but arsenic by design~

aka:lyricvixen


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heart bleed

y heart bleeds just as yours
       ..a momentous occasion must have made it start
...once it starts there’s nothing one can do...
an altered perception of what is and what should be,
almost entrancing how well it fits the situation...
...an alluring smell that bring fragmented memories
back from... something that should have been long gone...
...the thought or smell that brings back the pain and sorrow
of the days before...   time passed but time holds no value
within the aspect of a bleeding heart...

Faltered are these words in which i speak, faltered in the aspect
that they mean little to me and to those who read them...
...little to the very existence of my being... yet they express
my being, no one else... for once i can say something 
is mine... MINE...
forever and never will it be forsaken... suicidal incidents,
preceded by the coincidental contemplation of metaphors
brought about by psychologists... what do they know...
nay, never have i thought to suicide... tis something
that outweighs all else... life holds too much value to 
toss about in such an action as to sell it away to the highest
bidder...
              ...or to give it freely forsaking yourself...
Live to live... be to be...
earth to earth, dust to dust...


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Innocents

In a war-torn town on a cold Christmas morn' two children huddle close trying to keep warm. They have asked for no presents, no toys of fun, just for the gift of life and the silence of the gun.


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Death's revolving door

Always meeting death with clean honesty
Fertilizing the fallen with holy hollow
Give up your guns and lines in the sand
Take these drums, remember well
We extend from ourselves
What we see from inside


Details | I do not know? | |

Inside, Looking Out.

I kissed her and told her everything would
be alright.
The next thing I know, all I saw was no light.
I heard what they said. I felt every touch.
I wanted to talk to them, so very much.

My wife shook with fear. 
I wanted to open my eyes.
Every thought brought a tear,
all I heard were her cries.

Why am I breathing, and yet cannot speak?
When trying to move, I find I'm too weak.
They poke and prod at me as if I were dead,
but I feel everything, it just can't be said.

It's been along time, and nothing has changed.
I realize now, it was all prearranged.
I'm on my way upward, to a place far above.
I just feel so bad that I can't show my love.

I hope they don't think that I deserted them.
I hope they all know, we'll be together again.
Although I can't tell them about this great place,
They'll know where I'm going,
by the smile on my face. 



Copyright:  November 6, 2005




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THE HARLOT

The harlot
only comes out at night,
to solicit with her curves
and high heels...
money for her abused sexiness.
Lots of cheap perfumes
on her provocative 
and tight clothes;
deep red lipstick
on her dry, cracked lips.
Commanding
the glowing moon to walk with her
until morning, 
and running fingers in her long hair,
she embodies Venus to lure men.
And the harlot with a blonde-colored strand,
never tires of pacing 
these streets giving off their stench,
roaming dark alleys, where owls hoop...
warning her of another danger coming. 
The harlot,
spreads a disease that kills,
and those seeking pleasure
are fully aware of the consequences...
so why frequent this loathsome spot?    
She wouldn't care less,
as long as her purse is full,
and shots of cocaine thrill her demonic soul;
tomorrow night, this harlot will wear a different dress,
and deliriously laughing...she'll hope to cheat death.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

Long Lost Friend

I thought the lonliness
Would never end,
But here you are...
My long lost friend.
You give me a voice
And make me feel alive,
But if I fall into your trap
I know that I won't survive.
You awaken the fury
Deep inside of me.
As you rot my body and mind,
I'm amazed at what I see:
This single bottle
Has given me hope,
Given me a high
Much better than dope.
What's this, my friend?
Are you pulling me down?
Let me have one more drink
Before I begin to drown.
The bottle that used to
Help me fly
Is empty now..
So let me die.


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Dying

Controlled to extremes
Unable to move
Without you leering at me
I slowly starve of reality
Of air
Suffocating
Drowning
'Me' 
Dies


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The Sneak Attack

At last the proverbial other shoe
has dropped and hit the ground
I've been waiting for it for so long
been waiting for that sound

And it thinks itself so clever
staying motionless for years
in the hope that I'd forget it
and relinquish all my fears

It'd pop its head in from time to time
when life was going well
and warp someone with evil
send a marriage straight to hell

I must admit, it tricked me
more than a few times
and swept my feet from under me
and stole all I thought was mine

But this time I was waiting
now that all my dreams came true
the perfect man, the perfect place
it came as if on cue

This time it wouldn't warp my mate
it'd leave my marriage strong
and it wouldn't make me lose my home
and nothing would seem wrong

This time it'll ruin me from within
undermine things like a rumor
and destroy my bit of happiness
with a large and deep brain tumor.


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Leukemia

Feeding
Operations
Spinal taps
Bone marrows
Saving lives
Parents crying
Children dying
Clinging to life
On a hope
Wishful thinking
Prolonged results
Death is eminent
Praying in pause
Attached to machines
To stay alive
Battling for time
Gasping for breath
Inhaling oxygen
Keeping you stable
With positive thinking
To ease the pain
Only for so long
Until it strikes back again
Fighting to survive
Through another day
Never giving up
To the last moment
Exhausting all possibilities
Before letting go
Of a sad fate
Illness in remission
Or way to late


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SHE KNEW SHE WAS NEW TO ME

     
      SHE KNEW SHE WAS NEW TO ME
There are too few people who get me
The ones that know what I am and what I do
Some of them understand and let me
And one of them was you

There are certain people who are aware
They know where I’m headed and set for what course
There are certain people who were just born to care
And they’re concern isn’t born of force

No, these are the people who see what I am and don’t mind
The ones who worry but somehow know I’ll make it through
People created by this universe simply to be kind
And too oft I don’t know why they do what they  do

Perhaps it’s the smile I wish was inside my frown
Or the happiness I’ll probably never see in a world of pain
Someone who lifts me up when I  fall down
A humanitarian who protects me from a torrential rain

Some people see in my eyes that I ain’t all that wise
Yet they put up with the things my body tells me to do
Certain individuals who I consider an unexpected prize
AND ONE OF THEM  WAS CERTAINLY YOU!
        Phreepoetree   ~free cee!~


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Lost Children and Babies

My heart feels constricted, breathless pain,
the homeless child, shall never gain.
My fingers stumble when reaching out,
humble feelings trembling with doubt.

My lifeblood's flow, has been denied,
listening as the lost children cried.
My hopes dashed, and thrown away,
like some unborn status played.

Dismembered, fetus of living hell,
from warmth, a lost child did dwell.
Encased in their own veil of sorrow,
no hope yesterday, today, or tomorrow.

Reach the ends of the neap's moonlit tide,
possess the young, unwed child bride.
My heart won't span the broken hours,
wombs of waste, lost wilted flowers.


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Touch

They heard a murmur in your chest,
a whisper:
tiny fish lips bulging the surface.
A bubble, a    b   u   r   s   t,
a blurp of sound
innocent as baby-lung collapses (expansions)
      -- a gurgle in the night: taciturn.
 

You had to swallow a tube
and I know you hated that.
You hated the taste of dependency:
machinery air -- filtered, rancid,
thick like plant water.
You said your throat rasped, your lungs opened 
with a sound like a suction cup,
and the machinery h i s s e d, licking its lips for alcohol and cancer.


They took pictures with sound waves,
rebounding them off your reverberating heart
and filling in the dark spaces with oscillating light.
And the whole time your chest continued its phthisic monologue,
whispering in stil.ted rib-cage morse code
-universal SOS, lighthouse wail-
leaving braille on the underside of your sternum
that not even I could    
               touch.


They said your heart had thickened beyond weakening,
churning your blood like milk into butter,
and I went into the bathroom and screamed myself h o a r s e
water running, hands over ears.


Later you would ask me why I splintered the mirror,
why I placed my palm and pushed 
until spider webs spun themselves under my fingers
and bits snapped and sunk like thinthin ice beneath tiny children. 
Why I stood in the road on a snowy evening,
arms outstretched,
waiting for the white of winter to consume me.

Why I cried as the shower beat down on me,
fingers searching for life beneath layers of skin:
tiny oval seeds g  r  o  w  i  n  g,
little black masses with tendrils sprouting,
    roots delving.
A lump in one breast,
transfigured ellipsoid: 
multiplying, metastasizing.
      --milky white matter with blue veins extending.


Why?

Because you found a way to die: beautifully, tragically, easily, undoubtedly
 
and we both know it was me
who wanted to breathe through tubes,
         no more heart      
murmuring.


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Elevator Ride

Walking down a long corridor
In the hosiptal on the first floor
Just going to visit a friend
Hoping for him its not the end

A person in gray in same hallway
Coming from the opposite
Side, enter the elevator
With us he abides

Going up he ask us
I am planning on that
When my eyes clear
I see that EMS shirt he wears

Just making small  converstion
He ask if we are all right
I say yes, why are you
Looking for customers tonight

(Sorta of Rhyme)


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Once Human

Darkness falls swiftly
And everything seems to sleep
This desolate place is silent
And shadows begin to creep
The only wretched signs of life
Are looking for a pill
Desperate for a fix
Ready to steal maim or kill
Strange creatures once human
Roam this empty street
Wasted bodies sunken eyes
Bones picked clean of meat
Not living simply existing
With only one thing in mind
Looking like a walking corpse
That even Death left behind


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Distemper

Fictional for a prompt:- think outside the box in sixteen words.


Frothing at mouth
Distemer shows itself
Taking over body and mind
Mans best friend 
Slowly dies




Please, please, please get your animals/pets vaccinated!


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Painless

I lie here in this bed.
I know, regretfully, where I am.
they will be in again soon.
I awoke here, not knowing for sure.
Now weeks of fighting.
I am tired.
I want to go.

I hear familiar voices coaxing and soothing me.
Why I fight, I do not know, but I must.

I struggle every minute, every breath.

I didn't know I was so strong.
Still I fight.

The one with cold hands returns.
She is so gentle.
I like her.
They pull the sheet, roll me, prop me.
I am not comfortable.
I cannot speak.
I hurt so bad.
I hope they know.

As the day goes on,
I see faces before me,
none I know,
all white and effervescent.
I feel at peace, ready to go.

I take my last and slowly exhale.
I lift up, floating free.
I see everyone there.
I am not alone.
I see their tears of grief and feel their relief.
I look one last time, then I turn toward the light,
I feel no more pain.


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HUNGRY MOUTHS IN EVERY COUNTRY

There are hungry mouths
in every country of this planet,
and everyone should help with little or much;
how can we stand see them suffer, and helpelessly die on their beds?



North America the wealthiest nation, which God bountifully blessed, 
has its poor living in drug-infested and run-down neighborhoods,
faces that are never seen by the unsuspecting visitors;
these unfortunate people have known hunger, not savored a delicious banquet! 



Whose fault is it the Government's or the uncaring parents'
who have neglected them, and is it their permanent plagues:
rugs, indifference and lovelessness that have reduced them to this awful and shameful state? 
They should blame themselves, not those governing and giving them handouts!



Africa is the worst continent hit by a lack of food caused by corruption,
everywhere the eyes turn: they witness the fate of those dying without a word of consolation;
mothers clutching their little ones and their daily laments are still unheard...
seeking water, while all beasts have become the skeletons of their devastated land! 
 


The Vatican always sends missionaries to the African people to proclaim Christ, the Savior;
and it has vehemently invoked the pity of the wealthy and the kind to ease their misery;
and Pope Benedict XVI prays on his feeble knees, asking for their generosity!
Why can't He relinquish His guarded treasures and feed them a hundred times over? 



I am not a KIng or President  and slabs of gold, locked in volts, I have not; 
and with the little I have...I will share with them and keep my conscience intact!
Reach out, world, and eradicate this disease that's killing millions of unlucky folks;
leave your seas and deserts, your cities and towns and be among them to end this curse!



There are hungry mouths in each corner of our earth so marvelously blue,
mouths with lips that are cracked and dry; bodies writhing in undeserved pain!
Find them in Africa, in South America, or anywhere you'll be traveling to:
unattended perishing souls....dying without dignity and so alone! 
  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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From darkness - light

Out goes old self - Touched
My mind opens
Ripples of comfort reach out
Connecting
I reach another
Truth drip feeds my mind
I'm open to it
Responsive
My faith prevails
Me - a new beginning


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Who wants to be immortal?

Like a phoenix
you tumble, hurt, and renew;
you grow old and grey
and yet you live through.

As you watch those around you
slowly pass on,
your children, grandchildren;
yet still you're not done.

Technology booms,
the world grows much faster,
through wars and starvation;
watch weather's disaster.

Would you really want
to live through it all?
To be historic relic,
and be immortal?

I wouldn't.


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Jesus NOT Drugs Is Our Hope

There was a time when I felt 
lonely and forsaken.
Everything I had was either gone or taken. 

 I lost all hope and had no place to stay.
Just trying to get through another day.

I thought that drugs would give
 me what I needed.
The "danger signs" in life... I no longer heeded.

I learned about "joints" and "tricks."
All I lived for...  was another "fix."

I felt no right or wrong. 
 No guilt or shame.
Then one night... An "angel of mercy" came.

"Jesus loves you!" Were whispered into my ear.
Without help soon.  I knew death was near!

This "angel" gave me a 
place to rest my head.
He seen to it that I was clothed and fed.

His words were filled with 
a message of hope.
I soon gave up all of my drugs and dope.

This "angel of God," gave me an invitation.
And soon I received God's gift of salvation.

I traded me "ashes" for God's
 mercy and grace.
I now have joy in my heart & 
a smile on my face.

God's love can do what no 
drugs could ever do!
He's here right now... and is waiting for YOU!


By Jim Pemberton
01.14.07


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Where is She

Where is She

I watched her draw her final breath
Her eyes looked for me
She smiled and slipped into death
Her soul was finally free

I hated being so helpless and torn
But she knew what to do
I just stood there and cried and mourned
While her vision of life genuinely grew

So she is gone and I’m alone
Where is she today?
She lived with me, this was her home
Her things are here to stay

Her grey shoes I always loathed
Are now out for me to see
With love and pain I keep her clothes
Because I can’t set her free

I can’t let go of someone I loved
My sister was torn from me
It isn’t fair to be “beloved”
She was only 37, you see?

Stupid cancer and its nasty growl!
It ate her inside out
No one knew it was on the prowl
And too late when we found out

She fought with fear and anger, too
As it declared a win
There was nothing at all that I could do
But be there in the end


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Save A Child

   

The very saddest thing the saddest of all,
     Is to see a little small child starving and waiting for death to call.
And see it’s momma pleading with her eyes hoping someone will help her child.
     While we sit here obese with our plates so full, how high the food is really 
piled!!
Our world is so unbalanced and so unfair,
      There is enough to go around but we have to share.
If every person could hold a starving child as it draws it’s last breath,
      And have that child look into your eyes with hopes you have come to spare it 
this death.
I think maybe then we would all reach into our jeans,
     And share what we’ve got so none of us has to witness this scene.
I pray that peace and happiness fill every ones heart,
     And that we all dig a little deeper and let this gift of sharing grow from the start.
A starving child is no ones enemy,
     And pity won’t feed it or set it free.
If you can help and you don’t that is like committing a crime,
    I pray you and yours never experience this sadness and that it can be stopped 
in our lifetime.
Send what you can I know you’ll be blessed,
     Help that little child please give it your best.


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Another True Odd Experience- The Night My Father Died

it was 2002
dad's  has slowly
been worn away
by cancer
over my family's fate
it had always held sway

once 240 pounds
now skeletal form
skin  covered
so hard to bare
to see
I can, I guess
expect, much the same
to come to me

he was also
my best friend
and I suffer to this day
no wonder about death,
I have so much to say

every family has
their own tales
of evidence of
things still left
unknown
and I was always
mystified
as I'd grown
I've studied death
from every angle
and every written word
the physical, metaphysical
and all I that I'd heard
but death is an illusive foe
he hides his secrets well
one only learns of these
when he comes and to you he'll tell
his reason for his taking you
and no others are to know
no chance of that to happen
cause it's your time
just then to go

well, back to our tale,
I'll try to tell it fast
my fingers gettin' sore,
don't know how long I'll last...

when my father died
and only at that time
the light and fan at his side
must'a surely cried

cause off they went
my eyes did witness this
it's something I still wonder
maybe I would have 
 just as soon,
preferred to miss

it's just another tale
of things that we may feel,
but can't prove in our lifetimes
the secret we're not meant to steal.


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The way I would like to die

This is the way I'd like to die 
If you must know 
I would like to go when the stars are visible 
and the fowls gone to roost 
playing a tone along the nightingale 
with a shaky voice 

I would like to go when I'm due 
and my death can't be felt 
when I'm worn out 
hobbling on all legs 
posing like a golfer 
with a sinking neck 
weary in body and mind 
with my sight dim to sunlight 
and my? checks ?sag to the extreme 
seeing my death coming 
yet embracing it in a cold of happiness 
leaving behind dried eyes 
with inner tears of joy.


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The Old Poor Poet,Pained and Old !

Easy money goes from my pocket,as easily
as a man can climb out of the mouth of a
non moving rocket.My wallet is full of
many non-fluttering moth's,My arthritus
makes me move as slow as a slow
motioned tree sloth! Bang the drum slowly
as slow as sand,traveling down the neck
of an hour glass. I may be poor and i
may be slow,but alas i possess a high
falutin' habitual mannered like class!
Friends i may not have many,but i'll tell
you this-My wallet is held tighter than
o'le dead Jack Benny's! T'would be nice to
win that Power-ball lottery,For if it would
happen,i'd be so much more richer than 
that actor by the name of Sean Connery!
Poetry flows from my finger-tips,down to
the o'le computer keyboard,These achin'
joints keep me at bay alot,but these
thoughts just jump up to the o'le
computer screen,Which keeps me 
morally happily serene!Poets like to share
their love to good readers,because they
love to show off their powers as audience
pleasers!    

            01-14-2006'.


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Sweet and Sour Sunrise

Another day I awake
to yet another sunrise,
That I should be here at all,
to me a great surprise

Now the pain begins all over,
Another day for me to suffer
Do I greet the sun with joy,
Or another chance 
for life to destroy,

My teeth are clenched
in pain's eternal grimace,
My eyes mere slits of care
Would God think me remiss,
If my end I should so dare

I don't enjoy to be
in this situation
Where such thoughts
I should have at all,
All I ask of heaven
Is for this pain somehow
to grow small


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In Spite of a Rising Sun

In spite of this rising, darkening sun
I will bathe in the rays of the brightest light
And stare straight at the source
To prove that I will not lay down to die
Or lie paralyzed

I will dance beneath the brightness
of a million tanning salons being burned to the ground
And sing songs over the sounds of their collapse
To show that I will not go without resistance


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Conversations With Death

We talked long into the night through the opiate haze,
Beyond meaningless pleasantries and the bargaining phase,
For there’s no point in arguing the ultimate toss
And no reason in delaying the consummate loss.

I just talked and he listened to my rambling muse,
Of the past and the present and dead man’s shoes,
And the therapy of his ministry soothed like balm
As he attended in stillness and infinite calm.

Sleep when it came rolled in like treacle waves,
Soporifically kind as it filled the psychic graves,
And I wondered to ask if it was my time or not,
Yet had left it too late as if simply forgot.

I felt, though, him leave my side, my shoulder slightly brushed,
When awakened to ambience both sterile and hushed,
In the corridors his breath faded, receding away,
With the echoing farewell: “Not today, not today, not today…”   


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Spider poison

watching the news day by day
singing songs about robbing history
the spiders the size of a female breast
killing birds, i think in the southwest
Spiders eating people in Iraq
get bit by one and you get a flesh eating rash
spiders in the jungle
red yellow green, spikes and teeth
one lays an egg and then there are many
hello people, its time we did something
the cats eat the ones they can
and the dog follows them
water spiders ten feet long
maybe mother nature has a problem
men diabolical the only race on the earth with such a high death rate
yet we kill only eachother
protect the birds, and fsh of our lakes
controlling wolves killing sheep
well this spider eats deer
why aren't we doing anything?
a buck a spider
bring em to your mayors house
in bags
in buckets
dead ones for sale
i got bit by a spider, before i moved to town
my thinking going fuzzy, hungrier than you know
the poison in my veigns your poison
as one crawls into your bed for a deathly visit
obviously mothernature is upset
and this many spiders is just a warning
there will be thousands of millions
killing families and taking over the jungle
killing the elephants and hippos
clinging onto monkeys for lunch amongs the vines
jumping in the air to eat birds
laying eggs, and eating insects
these things are death machines
the world versus spiders
and spiders are winning


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Thoughts of a Caregiver

I tried so hard, but you were too fast, clicking gracefully on high heels down the 
shady block, laughing at me plodding in saddlebacks:  Can't you keep up?
I tried so hard, but you were too slow, stumbling to a wobbly halt as your walker 
scraped the harsh lobby floor, so the elevator doors slammed shut, and we had 
to endure double the long wait plus the nurse's low-keyed promptness lecture.
Once you bought for me, in the wooded park, a cheerful red balloon.  You 
warned:  Hold it tight, don't let it go.  I obeyed till we reached our back yard, which 
I thought was safe, and then it slipped from my sweaty child's hand.
Up, up it went, evading the trees, hovering between rooftops, red no longer, then 
disappearing from view, me crying, you consoling.
You have sparkled like a precious gem, mostly turquoise and sapphire, in happy 
warm sunshine.  I simply can't force myself to accept the boldly affirmative, 
serenely vivid colors of you fading away to wan pastel, off-white, off-black, off-
gray, nothing.
Frantically I clutch and hug, scolding, cajoling, praying, vainly trying to hide my 
despair and frustration, to filter out the rage from the devotion.
I can't whisper to reach you; you won't hear me.  Nor can I shout; a raised voice 
invariably means anger.  I am muzzled very well.  My brain shrieks silently.
You watch me intently, your fine mind intact, deep in thought, before you doze.
You wake from your apathetic nap in pain, a defiant fighter, and, God forgive me, I 
briefly welcome that pain for restoring your animation.
There!  I just felt warm sunshine, saw a flash of turquoise and sapphire.
Now it's over.  We both want you so much to be yourself, but you're pastel again!
I wish I could turn myself into a balloon, red, rubbery and soft, fastened to a 
string, pushed into your slack hand.  I want to yell:  Hold me tight, don't let me go!
We'd jump over the skyscrapers, then over the piedmont, skirting the green tops 
of magnolias and pines,
Then soar ever higher, mingling with fluffy clouds in pure vibrant infinite blue;
No more clumsy saddlebacks for me, no more scraping walkers for you, 
Just us two, mother and runaway red balloon child, euphorically drifting off
Toward freedom.


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" The Life Of Me " page 2 of 2

So in 83 i met a girl, Nicola's her name, my heart was a whirl 
We courted and married, in the space of 3 years 
It changed my life, disquelled previous tears 
Over the years, we are blessed with 4 kids 
Nightmares of the past, are now well rid

It's now 2008 and i'm feeling so low, just as lonely as i was before
There's various reasons for this lines to be said, as i stare at our house front door.
Dare i go through, but do i dare
James, it's not just about you - but your childrens welfare

What will i find inside or out, if someone can help me, please give me a shout
Will i ever find, what i'm looking for  - in this world or the next
It will be through my last door


" Well i have found what i am looking for, it's being read on this wonderful site - my
poetry. But the bigger plus is the people who are reading it, Poetry Soup Family "
                                                       ( Bless you all )

                                   http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


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The right to kill

this is not premeditated murder
like the chemicals they use to poison your children
if it's you or me
what can i say other than goodbye
it's my right as a human to protect my life
you knew before you started trying to get rich quick
it was destroying people
killing them actually
how many people are you gonna kill for drugs
seen it done before
three of my friends dead
because of you
if it's you versus me
you dont stand a chance
a no brainer
to grab a knife
and do unto you as you've been doing unto me
i have the right to kill
kill those trying to kill me
chemicals
i'm not sure i should do them
the right to kill
fairwell
you knew what you were doing
no forgiveness
you never gave me a second chance
anyone doing drugs is about to be murdered
those selling it
their killers
yet we put it on tv
and have no idea whats going on
fairwell drug dealer
take your own chemicals
enjoy the last spin around the sun
hundreds of thousands of victoms
and this is being killed for fun
do you get it now
new age soldier
lead them to the slaughter house
i would pay for the toe tag
i would be happy for you
to protect the society you deserve

this just isn't happening
trying to kill me with poision
crippling a nation
good riddance
this isn't happening
so good riddance
enjoy it while you can
enjoy it while you can
fun while it lasted
killing for fun
killing my children
crippling families
yet you put it on tv and no one gets it

this is what i always wanted
round them up
no forgiveness
no forgiveness
no jail for you
the game is over
no game for fools
I'll make sure i have the facts
and when you wear my shoes
and when you find yourself being victomised by me
those birds will sing it
you got what you wanted
you got what you wanted

the right to kill you before you kill me
drugs are cheap
life isn't
who are you to play god
and throw me away
good riddance
have a nice day


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Forgone Conclusion

I was gone b- four
they knew it
I had a sense
of in-tu-it,
And no one caught on,
That I was somehow gone,
And, this, this life, I blew it.


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ASKING FOR GOOD THINGS

This precious life was entrusted to your loving kindness;
      friends and strangers mocked me causing endless hurt,
because I had a different prospective, a holier outlook
       with a faith that only saints would keep from impurities:
infidels or fools were they to deny me the expression of my spirituality?
        How did I resist every temptation, every deception by rejecting infamy? 
O Father, in prayers I have spoken to you, laying all my faults
        before you, nothing I have hidden:  deeds you would have seen,
and words bitter or sweet that you would have instantly heard;
        and should I ask for more compassion than those who have never sinned? 
Only Christ was perfect and sinless, the Word who helped you create
         everything from planets to stars, even larger universes than ours...
O Father, I'm asking for good things to make my living easier,
         its not the materialistic ones, but all those offering an intense light,
that can uplift me in times of despair, console me and make me gladder;
         and would I ask you to add more years to my already serene life?
Yes, I really would:  to accomplish my mission and complete this long journey,
          before I'll give up my spirit and enter the kingdom you have destined for me...    
The atheist doesn't believe in Your existence, but admires a crimson sunset,
           and a brilliant sunrise, never understanding the Creator's purpose; 
that's why I am speaking with You with openness and clarity to obey and be blessed,
           although Lucifer hides in the thick grass, transforming himself into a serpent:
He will try to deceive my loyal soul with empty promises and quick schemes,
           never could I take his side, abandon You, my eternal God, and lose my peace!



Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Nurture

A ticking time bomb
Full of chaos
Self destructive 
Nurturing for
Your empty soul
You're searching
For what will fill
The emptiness you feel
You will never find the
Truth with your eyes closed
Walking in darkness
You swallow the lies
You have been told
Living your existence
In blissful ignorance
Until it kills you


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Operation Dynamo

Exodus on a massive scale
1940 under assail
Three hundred thousand
Fathers and sons
Dunkirk evacuation
From the Hun
 
Armada 
Not seen for hundreds of years
To save our hero's, relay their fears
1500 ships of many sorts
Arrived on mass
Naval escort
 
British and French
Beached and battered
Quest to save Europe
Defeated and shattered
 
Queues of troops
Line the sands
Await their fate
Strands of man
 
Luftwaffe scream over head
Drop their cargo, inevitable dead
Explosions softened, by the Dunkirk sands
Saved so many of the waiting strands
 
Hail the sky, the RAF
Contained the hun from machine gun strafe
Their dedication in foggy skies
The ultimate saving of many lives
 
The aftermath of this unbelievable task
And the dedication of this incredible ask
Organisation on the grandest scale
For in the future we will not fail
To free Europe, another Armada will sail
 
" Dedicated to the many men liberated from the beaches at Dunkirk,
              who returned to do, what only hero's can do " 
            *,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,*


            http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


Details | Rhyme | |

Mirror, Mirror

Her life it seemed,
she had 
just dreamed.
Awake, 
and yet,
did she forget?
Important facts,
you can't go back.
Important rules,
Oh what a fool.

Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Who'd be there to catch her fall.
Not her family, not her friends.
Could put her back together again.

How safe she felt,
inside his arms.
Away from all
possible harm.
The man was hers.
But then he's gone.
She'd stay,
she thought.
She'd soon
be wrong.

Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Who'd be there to catch her fall.
Not her family, not her friends.
Could put her back together again.

She was happy.
She was fine.
He came.
The dined.
They kissed.
They danced.
They made
romance.
He left.
She cried.
Her soul,
it died.
She tested,
she paid.
She was 23,
with AIDS.

Mirror, mirror on the wall. 
Who'd be there to catch her fall.
Not her family, not her friends.
Could put her back together again.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

On a Scale Of One to Ten

Do decimels count?  Exponentials?
Remember this crazy dude, I'll surely only get crazier as I age.
And I'm doing that fast.
Got some catchin' up to do.
The soap opera around me grows ever more bizarre.
And worrisome.
And I don't mean me. 
I spent the night over a cousin's house.
Didn't realize the mistake till too late.
It's hard to be pleasant company when you feel withered and adrift.
Read a complete book last night, then two children's books.
Well, at least I read the pictures.
My doctor told me don't buy any green bananas.
Cardiologist not so subtle, but I got a sense of humor.
I love to spar mentally with those who take me for as dumb as I act.
Usually they don't even know it.
I'm likely the only person in the world with a giant console organ in the middle of 
his tiny kitchen....barely open the refrigerator... whose 7 watt bulb is brighter than 
me often.  
Rosie worried, knew not what happened to me. 
My troubles pale next to hers.  I don't know how she deals with it all.
Vicodins, aspirins, voodoo spells all as useless as M&M's to a diabetic.
Pain relief or sleep?  I chose pain relief, then realized if I was asleep, I would't be 
aware of pain.  Now I know a few things I never had to ponder.  
Someday all will be sunny again...or not, I haven't a clue.  Enjoy your turkey 
sandwiches.  tom


Details | Burlesque | |

The Pair' A Docs

these well schooled
and vastly trained minds
do confuse me so, somehow...
with their duel diagnoses,
I finally had to vow

to take their conclusions,
with several grains of salt
some seem so ludicrous
 not worth to put in my mind's vault

one said I'd be dead soon,
one said that I would last,
he gave me five-to ten years
to him, so simply my life was cast

I could not but help to smile,
these nerdy brains of high grade steel...
so casual and flippant their style
did they think how I might feel?

so I asked for a lolly-pop
a staple for children 
in my younger day
not that I wanted to lick it
well, this is hard to say....
I had plans for where to stick it,
so it'd never see the light of day.


Details | Free verse | |

Abusive lover



With a delicate beauty of a flower, 
she entices men and women with
 her gentle touches as she caresses
 the body with overwhelming warmth
 protecting you from the pains
 this world envelopes
 upon humanity. 

A premature relationship with fiery
 passion as you are enthralled with
 consuming excitement of a romance 
as she transforms into a vampire 
extracting the blood with the 
deliverance of pure ecstasy.

Slowly she starts to deprive 
you her love, as she denies   
affection leaving you sick praying
 for her return as the body 
remains limp and unresponsive 
to the world around you.

Ailing, second by second, as the 
hands of time remain to move in 
a motionless state, the body 
increasingly becomes frail, as you
 feel death would be a 
welcoming, friendly face.

Seductive as she is, you welcome
 her back with arms wide open 
awaiting her kiss, as you are 
mended back to normality with 
aspirations that the breath 
of death will reside.

Time moves on as you are 
trapped in a steal cage ready for 
torture as this which begins to throw
 her love around, cheating as 
you watch with a broken heart 
accompanied with eyes consumed 
of fire, for you wish her death.

Help on the outside of this 
imprisonment, you begin to access 
the tools that will aid you in 
conquering this most powerful force 
with the weapons of crucifixes and 
stakes as you kill this vampire lover.

She may be dead for now, but 
her vast relatives await a point 
in time when revenge will be 
served as a cold dish.

You must keep in training with 
the tools learned from the alliance
with the fellowships as they are 
your allies in this hard and 
unforgiving war that will remain 
for eternity. 


Details | Free verse | |

forgotten already

This line is already in memory 

every thought of feeling 

or emotion

I ever experience, will one day

vanish,

 

like the dodo …

I am content to live in now

 

I have fallen to ground 

enough times to know,

I will forget the fall 

and it will only be 

on the spin of the next,

that my memory will surface

 

good thing about memory

it conveniently forgets,

 

carving each word my wrist bones

ache, from strings of memory,

But I know it will not 

make me immortal,

it just provides 

comfort

 

Burning my name in the moon

will only be blown away by comets,

plummeting to obliterate 

every curve,

every dash and dot

 

Leonardo Da Vinci speaks to me 

even now,

and I know, one day away,

only the stars will remember my gaze

 

I brush my cheek with death’s

and know that it will be enough


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I Wish I Had Listened

I wish I had listened
About my drinking and driving,
Now my best friend is dead
Because I drove without caring or thinking.

I wish I had listened
About drugs and all the kinds,
For now my brain is damaged
I can no longer control my mind.

I wish I had listened
As my parents each night prays,
That I not have unprotected sex
It is to late for now I have aids.

To late I did not listen
For now I have less time to live,
To late because now I am pregnant    
To the innocent child aids I will give.

We are young and think we know it all
We ignore the dangers lurking out there,
We ignore the advice of our parents
We retaliate and just don't care.

Now we pay the prices for not listening
Now we pay with every agonizing breath,
Even though we are still young
Our bodies are worn and nearing death.

We try to blame God for what we have become
Though we know it was by satan that we were deceived,
God tried so hard to teach us right from wrong
Though it was satan to whom we believed.


Details | Quatrain | |

DEVASTED BY THE DEATH OF THEIR YOUNGEST

All parents are devastated
by the death of their youngest;
did strange behavior or premonition
pique their curiosity at all?



They got out of hand at the neighbor's party too wild and intense,
and without supervision, they binged and laughed hysterically;
blasting music, making obscene gestures, dancing madly and cursing loudly,
and they felt too powerful with those drinks in their irresponsible hands!   



Actions aren't justified when they are premeditated so perfectly,
killers make plans to murder someone, then claim insanity;
kids tell their parent lies to do things that are harmful and shameful,
down the road across Lisa's house, four kids barely seventeen drove into a light pole!



Their blood is still there, and thousands of flowers can't cover those stains,
unconsolable mothers kneel by their angels' beautiful pictures;
friends sob and hold back their tears, fearing they would be next!
Why trust kids fully, when a cautious word can definetly put some sense into them?



All parents are devastated by the death and tormented by the demise of their youngest:
when agony rips apart their wailing chest for not having done enough;
and to carry that guilt inside is a costly price: to have seen a young life wasted and lost!
Let's learn from these tragedies, and do more to prevent more fatalities!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

Content

Willing to look at your weathered
Face and weep. Trace the cardboard tear.
Run my finger down those little cracks
Rubbing hairs, breaking spines
Then laugh.

I can lay here on this non-existent slab
Pretending death. Imagining which organ
You have crushed within your hands. Smell your breath.
The scent of graveyards, dusty tables, ham
And all those bottled memories you have left.

Flood my life with varied vice
Then die a sizzling sudden shock.
Half dressed, half bent
And modeling little but
a pair of socks.

On my face a sculpted smile.
Scratches, scuffs and varied stains
Unpaid rent, sagging skin
Un-kept hair and clogged up veins.
Content.


Details | I do not know? | |

Last prayer

i fall to the bottom,the air begins to thicken.
A gloomy feel of fear and failure laughs in my face as i slip away into darkness.
I close my eyes and prepare to give to the overwhelming fate i now face.
I begin my last prayer.
"i am the creator of my own perfect trap.
My directions and ways of life are the reason i am at this place.
I tried my way to find the way out;to live.
Now i give to your hands,my life with out doubt.
Forgive me, your will be done."


Details | Bio | |

Stay

Will you stay here with me, girl?
Will you leave it all behind?
We can beat it all, I'm sure, girl.
I don't know what you think you'd find.

The world is cold, the world is harsh, girl.
Forget your past, it wasn't kind.
And if you stay here with me, girl.
I think you'd like what you might find.

The light I seek is just too bright now.
Who will help me when your gone?
The light has left me behind now.
Theres no light to greet this dawn.

Who will help me fight this pain now?
I still need you at my side.
Will you stay? I feel the pain now.
You might be the turning of the tide.

The moon is full, the moon is ours, girl.
Will the light be returning soon?
I fear the lights gone for good, girl.
I don't think he'll grant me my boon.

The pain is fierce, the pain is deep, girl.
It's torn this soul I got in two.
You should go, you should leave, girl.
Move from the old to the new.

Please don't stay here with me, girl.
Do not leave it all behind.
We won't win, we will lose, girl.
Head into the world, see what you'll find.

It pains me to see you go now.
But I'll do what I think is right.
Leave me please, you gotta go now.
Leave me now, don't lose sight.


Details | Free verse | |

The Mighty Wasp

U.S.S. Wasp (CV-7),
A proud ship she was
Near 15,000 tons
Sailed by proud American sons...

My Uncle Bud sailed on her,
Until she met her sad fate,
It was Tues. Sept. Sixteenth, NineteenFourty-Two
As she sailed the sea
With proud and brave crew
Off Guadalcanal,
I-19, Japanese sub,
Spotted her,
In the hub,
Of a small task group

Four torpedoes they let fly
Several hit, she was soon to die
My Uncle escaped,
He was late to mess
Or he'd have found his watery grave
But his tardiness, it did save

He lost his friends
He was never the same
All his life he drank to access,
Yet this man had a heart of gold,
I experienced it,
I need not be told

To complicate his later life,
Marital infidelity seemingly struck
He stood by his mate
He seemed to have such bad luck

Cancer sank him
Where the Japenese couldn't
I miss him to this day
He was proud, and SO handsome!!
All female eyes would turn his way.

War against man
War against disease,
War against time
Time will bring you to your knees

Let no more torpedoes fly
No more Moms and Dads,
In mourning cry,
Don't kill for God, or money,
Or ideals,
It's time mankind came to his senses
It's time for naught, but mending fences.



Details | Free verse | |

Bald Is Beautiful

Doctors are Beautiful
Nurses are Beautiful
Flowers are Beautiful
Balloons are Beautiful
Bright smiles are Beautiful
Clowns making funny animals figures are Beautiful
Friends holding your hand are Beautiful
Moms Dads Brothers and Sisters are Beautiful
Chemotheraphy is Beautiful
Never giving up the fight is Beautiful
But whats most Beautiful is
Bald being more Beautiful







Tribute To Cancer 
Survivers and Victims


May They Find A Cure


RIP Mama   1934 -2005
Luv Ya




Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Let me Go

Let me die. I cry.
Stop the pain, throbbing again.
Free me from this land of sorrows.
For all my to-morrows.
Fill the empty gap inside.
I need you, for to hide.
From all the arrows that come my way.
Loneliness is here to stay.
God help me bear the woe.
Let me go.

The next blow.
Is worse than you can know.
It does get a bit too much.
To live and suffer such.
Agony and despair.
That grips you and cuts off the air.
That twists the body and the mind.
Sleep and rest, you cannot find.
Free me from this tale of woe.
Let me go.

Why must I live alone.
In my lonely home.
My friends are dead.
Long gone, no new ones instead.
Wife and family gone away.
I'm left here to stay.
I think of all the good times.
I had before.
They closed the door.
Let me go.





Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Escaped Again (for those who need to hear this now)

written in the hospital;

"The Angel of Death
Has once again
alit at my side

He brought his side-kicks,
Pain and despair

They danced about me,
enjoying my fate...

I had ecsaped their clutches
Four times before
Their vengeful glee
Was evident to me

The fog of confusion
I had hid in so long
to escape their claws
Vaporized before my eyes,
Like my will to fight

Pain's cruel delight
at my torture
Almost would have amused me
Had I the strength to fight

They bring darkness
with them
Cloaked in fear

I have known others,
who have beaten back
demons far more determined
With sharper claws and longer horns
Their will I admired
Their strength I envied

I was too weak 
this time
Worn down
with misfortune

With evil in their eyes
They danced with glee
It had finally come-
The end of me."

Post-script: 
"Sometimes death
is the better option
When the politics
of pain
have proven their power.

And remember-
No One!! lives forever
except for Jesus and
the like.  And they
likely live...to the
reality
you are
about to enter."


Details | Free verse | |

A Quiet

The sky is blue and clear today, the air is warm, crisp
I can smell the morning light burning off the waters
Feel its glimmering dance in those waves 
Over my skin, my face aglow under tears long dried

The morning doves are out lamenting happy songs of life
I can hear their warmth of lightness washing through the air
Feel their words cascading across my shoulders like rain
Over my body, my hair swaying unkempt in the breeze

The sun gleams through the trees now, in the quiet, in the still
I can see its breath filtered through the leaves
Feel the rings of light wafting along and through my path
Over my bare feet, my hands empty now as if they always were

The leaves are vibrant, bright this morning, alive and cool
I can taste their sweet life growing inside their breath in my grasp
Feel their sense of tomorrow beating in their gasping sighs 
Over my face across these tears dried inside my eyes


Details | Ballad | |

As

Can you see
Can you feel 
Should you know what is
I know 
One day 
The world can change
The heart can lie
The heart will lie
WOULD YOU EVER KNOW NOW ....WHAT COULD I SAY 
I FEEL THAT YOUR WORDS ARE NOT WHAT YOU PRAY
STOP THIS NOW
STOP THIS NOW
You should have seen the world thats in front of you
All you think is not for me
But we are both in this same head
Show me the way
my world has sorounded you
only my world will change if you let it not be the same


Details | Rhyme | |

Momma's Smile

I love to see your smiling face,
it makes your beauty come to life,
your glow comes out like embers fire.
If only for a little while.
I know your fighting this battle.
The one between life and death, you have so much to live for 
we need you so much.
And yet when i see your smile,
I know your at you're very best.
You know this battle has taken a lot
but please oh please don't ever give up.
You have special places in each of our hearts,
losing you would break them apart.
So keep on fighting don't ever give up
you have so much to live for, we need you so much
I'll do everything in my power 
to help you live on.
I'll give up all of me to help you stay strong,
if only for another day
to see that smiling face,
I want you to know in my heart
you'll always have that place.


Details | I do not know? | |

Norman

(This poem is about Norman Greene. He died June 12, 2001. He was fifty-six.)

When I learned that my uncle had lung cancer, I was stunned.
He died in 2001.
He smoked four packs of cigarettes a day.
Sadly he's gone away.
I wish he would've quit smoking or at least cut down.
The world would be better if he was still around.


Details | I do not know? | |

(Inspired by Gunnar Ekeløf).

told to a stranger
not words
but a look
or a rare movement
the second the fire
caught the dry tobacco
(in the now newly lit and then long longed cigarette)

who you are 
I can not tell
but you are not yours
(that much is certain)
maybe a magical mix between chemistry and the seconds you are loved and the seconds you
are left
(written in fluids, scars and smiles)
sentences’ or fragments of sentences’  
brought into meaning
(however meaningless)
by you
(who are not even yours)

not even the cigarette is yours
but belongs to nameless urge’s and untold orders  
(given to your body 
by the invisible director
of your moneys dance
from your pocket 
into his)


Lars Eriksen 2005


Details | Free verse | |

Cast into Deep

The gates are opening now
And there is no holding back the tide
Pouring out across these pages
Whispered through clenched teeth lest I tremble to pieces
Or worse shed a tear that will not stop
For the ocean of tears swelling with sorrow
To follow in a sweeping wave
From my soul
Crashing across my heart
Beating through my mind
Wracking my body into a shaking mass of gibbering despair

The gates are open and I am stuck drowning
In all sorrows deep


Details | Free verse | |

The Elements

Fire is the murderer of humanity
Or is it not the passion that burns within us?

Water is the asphyxiation to a passion unknown
But is it not also a part of our entire body, that keeps us in health?

Earth is the place where dead rest, unrightfully underfoot
Or is it not the being that we rely on for just being there?

Air is the sin that carries pollution to our lungs
But is it not also a relief that brings composure to this life?

Spirit is the form that can make or break you
And yet it is the one that looks after us all
                                    that provides us with passion
                                    that keeps us in health
                                    that we can rely on
                                    that brings us composure

It is the teacher, and its showing us how to feel
It is the student, and we're showing it how to cheat

It is a parent, and it teaches us how to share
It is a child, and we are teaching it how to avoid

Are we committing acts of kindness?
Are these sins the strong ropes that bind us?

                                                                                          



                                                                                                     just ask your self


Details | Lyric | |

Tendencies

My self-destructive tendencies
are finally catching up with me
The sleepless nights
and endless days,
all lost within an exhausted haze,
and all are making me slowly fade away
I can feel my strength dissipating
Right now everything is just too frustrating
as I feel my health slowly slipping into disease
When does life count more than dreams?
It seems that line is undefined
Is doing what makes you happy
despite its ill-effects
and trying to accomplish what you want in life
despite its inevitable detriments
worth cutting your life a bit short?
Is that hastened death a bearable price
when you’re just trying to make your life a bit nicer for once?


Details | Bio | |

I'm On My Way Out

You've felt this feeling?
You got what I got?
My body's been reeling
But I just can't stop
The need is worsening
I don't know what to do
My body is rebelling
And I'm starting to rue
The day I started this drug
My life's been cut short
My graves been dug
I'm sailing from this port
My end is near now
I'll say my goodbyes
It'll end soon now
Another casualty dies


Details | Free verse | |

Transplanting Joy


The wall clock--
Imitating minutes to hours
Of anxiousness, while 
The man
Of the year  
Standing around in silent wait

As my hope fades 
To the unknown grave
The transporter that’ll make 
His blank faced 
Client sing 
A new song this summer, breezes in 

With a box  
Of spare part gasping
In rhythmic tune, so eager 
To welcome-- 
Its new owner, my Dad 
‘Neath a silky sheet, like he’s sleeping


	


Details | Free verse | |

Dancing the Last Dance

With lighter
And a cigarette
In your palm

You sparkled
With theatrical show
And we smiled

At those rims of desire 
Billowing thru the noonday air
Though it was too thin to last
 
And the repairman 
Falling behind schedule 
Still, I will be dancing--
 
Your last dance.


Details | Free verse | |

My Mother's Hair

I was once so fond
Of the gray-streaked
Locks cascading
Down her frail back,
Growing so long
In her dying days.

I visited her every day
In the hospital.
The sterile background,
White linen,
And dingy food tray,
Dietary supplements
And nurses’ reminders.

After school,
I braided her hair,
Fingertips brushing
Scalp, climbing up
And down the rope,
Fashioning frizzed
Ends into plaits.

Its soft thickness
Caressing my cheek,
Smelling of flowers
And sweet oils
As she uttered
"I love you"
For the last time.



Details | Burlesque | |

Where's The Money?

I may be running out of time,
I need the money now,
I want that one last treat,
Oh, wouldn't that be sweet?
So give me the money now,
I don't care from where, or how,
Stacks of tens, and twenties too,
Fifties and hundreds will surely do,
Put them in my wheelbarrow there,
Cause you know I'd always share,
If you were in my shoes, it's true,
For I always give the Devil his due,
Don't try tricking me with Monopoly money,
Cause you know I'd catch on, my honey...
You can keep the coins, the change,
For my generosity is most strange,
To reward you for your shifty ways,
And spend with you my last days...


Details | I do not know? | |

With Songs Of Morrow (Fiboquatro)

though 
I’ve 
been on  
this stage for 
so long and I’ve met 
unbeknownst, souls come and go, yet  
still I’m not losing my spirits to a supple death 

and, I asked no one to feel sorry seeing my black hair fall 
for I have seen that feelings myself, when they shaved me 
it made me sigh for the loss, but I’ve nothing to fear at all 
for my guardian angel says: soon, from pain you’ll be free 

you, dear love, the time is on your side; use it wisely
and cry not for me, for I wash
my sorrow, with songs 
of morrow
have faith
in
Him 

 


Details | Bio | |

Smokin'

A pack a day,
An expensive way
To capture cancer,
Not a thing nice, 
But I did it twice

Survived them somehow,
Operations did the trick,
And I know better now...

But cigarettes 
Were not done with me,
Though I smoked no more,
It was too late for me,

Emphysema came to me
Incurable, progressive,
100% fatal I was to see

Lung weakness strained the heart
Now Ventricular Fibrillation had a part
Another killer, matter of time,
Bought some though,
With implanted defib which was now mine

To fill the pot of aging ails,
Arthritic pain now prevails

Some 2 dozen meds 
To take each day,,
Over this I have no say,

Newest toy; seizures grand,
On the floor I often land
Near constant pain makes we cranky
Deppresion is my constant companion
It get ever close to "All yea, hope abandon"

And to top it off, chronic insomnia,
Stay awake eight days
Brain turns to oatmeal
I live in a purple haze.

I don't complain,
I don't beat my breast,
In God swearing agony
Whenever he wants to take me
Is more than okay, you see.


Details | I do not know? | |

Ambulance sirens

I hate ambulances because when I hear their sirens, I know that people have 
been hurt.
I'd give anything if accidents were something that people could avert.
Ambulance sirens make me sad because people may be dying or dead.
It's terrible to know that they're in pain and that they've bled.

When people get hurt, that's no good.
If I could save them, I would.
I feel so much grief and so much sorrow.
These unfortunate people may not have a tomorrow.


Details | Bio | |

When I Was Dead

when I was dead
a few years ago
I was a bit surprised

when i was dead
well, at least for a few minutes
clinically dead
by necessity
I somehow was still aware
really!

when I was dead
curiously, to me...
it wasn't what
I'd expected....

where's the "tunnel"?
where's the "light"?
I hope not for some sin
for that would not be right

where's the ceiling-floating?
why wasn't my butt
scraping ceiling tile?

maybe because it was momentary
my brain still had some juice
(sure wish it still did-
appears what I have is of no use!"

I was aware, somehow
lying naked upon a table
a beautiful nurse on each side
oh!...if only I was able!!!...
I felt, somehow
more concerned about my nudity
one nurse was kind enough
to put a tiny wash rag sized
towel on me
I felt so relieved
but...surely they could see...

no "porno-star" physique
no "black mans"' ol' tool
just an average sized dinger
I felt like such a fool

the anesthesiologist
did not do well his job
I was far too aware for comfort
my dignity he did rob

well, it's history now
I've got a computer in my chest
they said if i had waited
the guess they thought, at best
I'd be dead within a month
ventricular fibrillation
a word I was to soon learn

but one thing, and one thing only
that I now know for sure
angel wings that crew did earn
they somehow closed death's door.


Details | Rhyme | |

Hemorrhaging From the Heart

It's finally burst open,
Stabbed by despair,
Live or die,
You surely don't care...

What's the use?
What have I achieved?
Is there something?
Or am I just self-deceived?

These feelings wash over one,
Just like a wave,
Unstoppable by anything,
It's oblivion you crave

Sleep, death, drugs...
You will try anything
If it shrugs...
This God-awful pain...
It just goes on and on,
Like an endless rain
On the heart such strain...
Till it's bursting time
And peace finally comes
And the mind separates
From what was once known
As "reality"

Now you are somewhere else
You don't know where
But there's no one to ask
No one to share
You're floating in a vacuum
A void...
Still alone,
And quite annoyed!!

ha ha, gotch'ya?




Details | Monorhyme | |

Better Late, Than Never

Okay! Better late, than never
As long it’s not a damn fever
Or else, you’ll see your lover
Sobbing, on a wooden cover
For who’ll pay the land rover
If, you left just your revolver
When you departed, forever
Because you did not recover
For thinking it’s just a fever
High or low, fever is a fever
Don’t waste time in a waver
If you want to see your lover

As long it’s not a damn fever
Okay! Better late, than never



Details | I do not know? | |

That's What I Thought

With these drugs I can get on my feet
That's what I think
But they actually make me weak
With these drugs I will never fall
Because I feel like I'm ten feet tall
These drugs don't kill
Obviously because I'm still here
I can even fly up in the sky
That's what i think when I get high
All the dope, it doesn't make you insane
I think it just takes away all of my pain
That's what I think in my head
But it's too late now because I'm dead
With those drugs I was so nice
That's what i thought
I payed the price


Details | Bio | |

Breath

"Sweet breath
That now comes so hard
My tired lungs 
betray me
I slowly drown
in a sea of air
Crossing a room is painful
I can no longer
mount a stair

Sweet nothingness approaches
I fear it not
For it will bring,
The birds to my yard,
Where with joy they will sing
And for me, the only thing,
I pray for me it should bring,
That which I most covet to gain....
An end to this horrific pain."


Details | Rhyme | |

At the Moment Of death

Quivering finger points,
With age-old rheumatoid joints,
At death's last hazy glance,
To what seems to be naught,
But to the dying, in their trance...
A glimpse of things to come, they've caught

Eyes glow wet, now focused once again,
A first glimpse into eternity,
And a farewell to worldly pain...

Crossing the threshold,
Where ground exists no more,
One endless footstep...
Once beyond the door...


Details | I do not know? | |

The Undefeated

I'm the undefeated, no man can hold me down.
I'm the undefeated, I'll play them and leave them without making a sound.
Yeah I'm the undefeated, the one that will give you that 1,2, knock out and leave 
you on your knees.
Then do it to your cousin, your daddy, and your brother right after your boys leave.
Yeah I'm the undefeated, because when I knock a guy out, I leave a mark for 
everyone to see that,
I'm the undefeated no biy, no man, anyone, or anything can stop me.
Until I goin the ring with someone new,
A straight jab to my life right out of the blue.
The match ended so quick with a 1,2,3. Ding Ding.
By a knock out The New Undefeatd, H.I.V.


Details | ABC | |

WITHOUT BARGAINING

A view from the cause, 
alters the landscape in you
I surrender to the earth,
the roots. Purifying the leaves. 
I tell myself, this was not me, 
my music. Still my skin
has the tattoos of pandemic deafness. 
I am breathing through the lips.

My attachment to death
is a private affair
my voice lies in a lake. 
The butterfly in a womb. 
the psalms under the rocks.
Is it ending of death 
or death of ending? 
I go beyond the brink, 
drop the stone in water.

When the moon touches 
my eyes, like a kiss
I start sharing the menu of night. 
The rimless thoughts are hovering
like small birds. I listen 
to their flappings. 
Can we live without bargaining? 
Do you know the price?



SATISH VERMA


Details | Free verse | |

FATE SPARES NO ONE

Fate spares no one
when it comes to inflict pain;
never being compassionate,
much less compliant...

Frequent supplications of pity,
don't appease this beast 
seeking victims to devour;
and the stricken` are taken captive
without  tears to shed,
having nothing to hope for...
but  they are all confined to agony,
cut off from anyone and anything!  

Fate spares no one a single hair...
wealth or poverty,
ugliness or beauty
are put on a balanced scale,
to impart  all their own share;
equality is frivolous and unfair!

Plagues are infected by ignorance,
or by a shocking lack of regard...
thus making all an endangered species;
medicine doesn't always find the cure,
patients retort and give in to vengeance...
that's when fate flings its sword:
to remind them that  it  is
as invincible as ever!      

Fate spares no one...not even I;
what life acclaims, fate disdains!
For endless ages it  ruled over many:
deceiving hearts, destroying lives;
very seldom it was powerless
to take control over the strong ones, 
who refused to see the face of a Goliath...
spreading terror through the earth!   


Details | Bio | |

Smokin'

A pack a day,
An expensive way
To capture cancer,
Not a thing nice, 
But I did it twice

Survived them somehow,
Operations did the trick,
And I know better now...

But cigarettes 
Were not done with me,
Though I smoked no more,
It was too late for me,

Emphysema came to me
Incurable, progressive,
100% fatal I was to see

Lung weakness strained the heart
Now Ventricular Fibrillation had a part
Another killer, matter of time,
Bought some though,
With implanted defib which was now mine

To fill the pot of aging ails,
Arthritic pain now prevails

Some 2 dozen meds 
To take each day,,
Over this I have no say,

Newest toy; seizures grand,
On the floor I often land
Near constant pain makes we cranky
Deppresion is my constant companion
It gets ever closer to;
"All Yea who enter, hope abandon."
And to top it off, chronic insomnia,
Stay awake eight days
Brain turns to oatmeal
I live in a purple haze.

I don't complain,
I don't beat my breast,
In God swearing agony
Whenever he wants to take me
Is more than okay, you see.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

An Open Letter to all my Poetry Soup Pals

This community should only control Congress, the sh_t would stop flyin, the 
politicos stop lyin'.....You guys are great...
To Wilfredo Derequito; thanks, buddy, you're right, I am too old- but I'm still one 
dam_ good rockin' musician!!  Besides, have you seen a recent picture of Mick 
Jagger?  I seen mummies that looked younger. And, I sympathize (along with the 
devil)...how you got to that 19th Nervous Breakdown....I mean, all those years of 
un-Derequito'd love, gotta take it's toll...ha,ha.  Best regards, buddy,....tom

and to Shar...you are so sweet a person, but I gotta admit I got back 100 times 
the love and satisfaction from my Dad...he even taught me to love music of the 
30's and 40's, and he often jammed with my band (harmonica- he was the best!!)
He was not only my father, but my best friend, my bar-buddy, my assistant cook,
and my confidant....( I am an excellent cook...)...he brought me more joy than I can 
relate....I was the lucky one.... which made losing him (a year long struggle that 
greatly tested my ability to "hang-in there")

and to Chrisy...hi sweetie, so glad to hear from you...God Bless

Later, dudes and dudettes......tom


Details | Rhyme | |

Man Without a Head

There is a certain man I know who has no head,
And lifeless he lies within his cold, hard bed.
He cannot think or discern to make a rational choice;
He cannot eat or taste or lift up his voice.
He cannot hear secrets, truths, whispers or yells;
He cannot breathe the air  or distinguish smells.
He cannot read or see his way out, around his room;
He cannot feel or hold to write, wash and groom.
He cannot, even, lift his arms and legs at all,
He cannot stand upright; he would only fall.
So, paralyzed, he lies cold and hard upon his bed;
Out of place and function, the headless man is dead.


Details | I do not know? | |

Falling

She's scared to move
She's falling again
Remembers the feeling
Oh the pain

It's all coming back
Maybe to stay
I don't want it to
I'm counting the days

I thought it was over
Guess I was wrong
And to think
Its been so long

All this time
Just thrown away
All I can do is
Pray for better day


Details | I do not know? | |

Code Blue

Abrupt outbreak while sleeping.
Awaken slowly, refusing to believe.
Move to the chair, trepidation with each step.
An effervescent twinge?
A dull ache deep in my chest, 
snaking down my arm,
creeping up my neck,
unspeakably hot, nausea ensues.
Heavy atmosphere, slow suffocation,
unable to draw breath against the pain.
A perching pachyderm slowly crushes
the ray of life, one ion at a time.
Calling for help, 911.
At my door, they are a blur,
Moving here and there, doing this and that.
Trying to calm the fear permeating my core.
Onto the cart 1, 2, 3, lift,,
they slide me deep into the truck.
A rapid and rough ride.
Arrive at the hospital,
flurry of people, all with a task.
Tunnel vision begins, closing steadily.
The fading light, stealing my soul.
The last words I hear...
CODE BLUE!


Details | Free verse | |

The True Mystery

I have watched the coming of the storms.
Have weathered them bravely and cautiously.
I have still fallen under the weight of the
rain, 
but I have stood again.
The clamor of the clouds and the light 
in the sky
has brought a protective hand above my eyes,
but still my eyes remain open.
It is as in life, rain must fall and
lightning must strike.
Ironically, life emerges again.
We may be victims, we may be witnesses
and this fact is the true mystery of life
and death.


Details | Rhyme | |

Edward

Why did you have to leave so soon,
You were my best friend.
Some nights we would howl at the moon,
On a drinking weekend.

We would camp,
We would hunt,
No matter how damp,
We were so defiant.

So much fun,
In such a short time,
Though we met,
Before I could climb.

Growing up with you,
Best thing anyone could do.
We would have our fights,
Then decide who was right,
But this didn’t really matter.
You were an anchor,
That no one could shatter.

Then the drinking,
Took control of you.
You were not thinking,
Of the things you do.
It was all that you wanted,
No food for you.

Now I dream of you often,
Last night,
We were making coffins. 
You drove the tractor,
I used an axe.
I was the chopper,
So you could relax.

Your body had gotten so frail,
Instead of your temple,
It was your jail.

Then came the day,
You just gave up,
No more play,
No more roundup.

It was your last day,
With those you loved,
What can I say,
You are now above.

My friend, my cousin, Edward.


Details | Bio | |

Sinister Rhyme

I now live a life of unending pain
And nothing I knew now remains
the same,
Standing, walking, laying down...
With pain's grimace, my soul does frown

Just make it thru the day,
That's what those other wise ones have to say,
But, I bet, and I wonder,
If they had this agonizing pain,
Would they really say the same?

I bite my tongue, and I hang on,
Soon enough, Im sure, I'll be gone
That will be God's call,
And not mine,
Until that day,
I'll masquerade as fine....


Details | I do not know? | |

ANOTHER NAME FOR A CONDOM

ANOTHER NAME FOR A CONDOM IS A PROPHILACTIC
CONDOMS ARE MADE OF RUBBER NOT PLASTIC
CONDOMS ARE HANDLED WITH CARE AND EASE
CONDOMS ARE USED TO PREVENT DISEASE
LEARING ABOUT CONDOMS IS AN EDUCATION
CONDOMS ARE IMPORTANT IN ANY RELATION
CONDOMS ARE WHAT PEOPLE WEAR
PEOPLE WEAR CONDOMS IF THEY CARE
CONDOMS ARE BROUGHT OR GIVEN FREE
TO PROTECT PEOPLE LIKE YOU AND ME
CONDOMS ARE USED IN A DIFFERENT WAY
MEN AND WOMEN USE CONDOMS EVERYDAY
PEOPLE WEAR CONDOMS FOR A DIFFERENT REASON 
PEOPLE WEAR CONDOMS EVERY SEASON
PEOPLE WEAR CONDOMS FOR PEACE OF MIND
PEOPLE DON'T WEAR CONDOMS JUST TO BE KIND
CONDOMS PROTECT ANYONE LIFE
CONDOMS HELP PEOPLE AVOID STRIFE
CONDOMS ARE BEST FOR SEXUAL PROTECTION
CONDOMS ARE BEST TO PREVENT INFECTION


Details | ABC | |

Remember Me

Remember Me! 

I Have seen the light, and been granted the key to Heaven.
God will not push or pull me , yet he will embrace me with open arms.

My world of bright by day, and Dark by night has kept behind my loving ways.

Quote me on this for this is what I have to say 

Please don't mourn me, instead celebrate my life, and remember me as I was.

"Forget me not I say"

But remember this forever, and always.
Now I'm with God in the kingdom of heaven, to help watch over you, and guide 
you and your family threw your future days.
Remember Me!


Details | Free verse | |

Your Love, My Hope

Make little angel smile
As you embrace me, 
Against the mortal enemy, 
Trapped inside my body;

With her, share your time 
For mine’s lost under a brutal 
Silence of white linen;

Paint my portrait before her eyes,
If one day, I succumb to eternity;
But for now, lift my trampled heart, 
With your touch of love, my hope.

 


Details | Ballad | |

The words

And so the story goes...

Here we met.
You were funny and I laughed.
You were sensitive and I prodded.
You chased and I ran.
But I was sad because--
No, if I say the words, they're true.

Here we loved.
In your arms I saw safety.
In your words I saw security.
In your eyes I saw eternity.
Still, I was afraid to be loved because--
No, if I say the words, we're over.

Here we fought.
You spend all your time apologizing.
I spend all my time saying it doesn't matter.
But it does. You're hurting me and I'm hating you
And you'd understand if I just said--
No, if I say the words, you'll leave.

Here we parted.
I let you go and you hate me.
You brush me off and I cry and hurt and die.
You say you'll never forgive me but
If I told you--
No, if I say the words, you'll hurt.

Here we ended.
You've written me off. Filed me away. Sealed the room.
I still dream of you. Wish for you. Wait for you.
I'm the one who broke your heart.
You're the one who owns mine.
And sometimes... just sometimes I imagine you.
I imagine you holding me as I sob and I scream and I live the words.
I'm dying.


Details | Bio | |

Oh, You Don't Know....Part 2

Where did I leave off?  Oh, yeah...conditions...Next up is Arthritis- this only in last 
year or so- endless, 24/7 chronic pain...Even in bed...it brings tears to my 
eyes...and nothing less than a strong Vicodin does anything...and I rarely get that 
because it's addictive, and controlled...once, not long ago, at my old house in 
Queens, during a jam, a guitarist asked if he could have one, his back was 
troubling him, I said okay....later, after they left, I went down for a dose due, and 
low and behold, he took the entire jar...near 30 pills....next time he came you 
should'a heard my greeting...never saw him again...back to conditions...when 
this cancer thing started, I became severely depressed, and sleepless- chronic 
insomnia these many years- typically, I am awake 5-6 days, and once for 8...let 
me tell you, your mind turns to oatmeal....you haven't a clue...it is not pleasant, 
especially if you are in constant chronic pain....Woweee!!!  I was prescribed 
sleeping pills (Ambien)- and it worked, but again a controlled substance, 
addictive, I admit to it doing that to me...and I have been long cut off from it, I 
would wind up using a months supply in a week, as my body got used to it....so 
here we are....watchin' TV in bed thru the night...ugh,,..this delight came with it's 
twin, depression....a new customer for it...together, it's a good thing I don't have a 
gun (seen too many murders up close..another story...) cause I have been in 
psych wards for this feeling...the balance I'll just name, they should be familiar to 
everybody...continued


Details | Bio | |

Pain As A Duel

I've spoken about,
How pain can act as a fuel,
To drive one's creativity,
Like a prospector does a mule,
Now it is time,
to visit the other side,
Cause from truth, we know
One can not long be able to hide,

Pain as a duel,
A duel between life and death,
Pain is no fool,
It can encourage your last breath,

When it becomes,
The primary focus of your life
And agony,
Becomes your unwanted wife,
When each breath, brings
unbearable pain,
At the point where death,
Is attractive,
Like a desert's rain

How does one justify,
If this is right,
or this is wrong,
Don't tell me, now,
That I've got to be strong...

Seems sometimes, to me
An eternal rest,
Far more attractive than this,
I wonder, just what, if anything,
Could I possibly miss?

If God would grant me one day,
Without my grimace of pain,
Perhaps I'd rethink this,
And never flinch again.


Details | I do not know? | |

My mortality

(This is a fictional poem but this really does happen to people everyday.)

Last week I got some very disturbing news.
I have lung cancer and my life is something I'm going to lose.
In less than a year I'll be deceased.
I'll have a tombstone that says Rest in peace.

I smoked three packs of cigarettes everyday for over two decades.
Now I'm about to lose everything and I really am afraid.
I died a little more with each cigarette that I lit.
If you're a smoker, you really should quit.