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Details | Clerihew | |



I am a transient with words unspoken
I am a soul who’s been damaged and broken
For years I lived someone else’s life
Being my son’s little league coach and picking up a drunken wife
I’m an unrighteous man who’s weary and far too tired
And cannot find my way out of the muck in which I’m mired
I yearn for consistency yet find only daily different circumstances
A mortal who is always and forever taking chances
All I want is one place to live until I live no more
And in essence I have become Jesus Christ’s finest whore
I am a troubled transient 
 © 2011.….Phreepoetree  ~free cee!~

Details | Couplet | |

The Spirital Womb

The tragedy of a Miracle started today
Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away 

Of all the tragedies in the history of man
This is one I try to grasp, but never can

For some reason I find it impossible to see
We crucified the greatest man in our history

Through all of the gain and all of the loss
It was a predestined coin man had to toss

I wonder how Pilot must have felt that day
He washed cowards hands in a cowardly way

Beaten and tortured, his skin ripped to shreds
As a thorny crown dug holes into Jesus’ head

While nailed to the cross he had one final goal
Through the mercy of love he saved another soul

He saved that soul and then our Lord Jesus died
Can you imagine the countless tears that were cried?

As we all know Jesus' body was placed into a tomb
To my minds eye it was no less than a spiritual womb 

And from inside that womb salvation was born
For the tomb was found empty come Sunday morn

This is not how the story ends it is only how it starts
The Lord now lives up inside each one of our hearts

Even those lost in Prison, the ones like I used to be
Can turn to the Lord and then they will be set free

Freedom is a thing that I think we all strive to find
It is etched in our heart and engraved in our mind

I was locked up in a cell nestled tightly away
Facing several years that I would have to pay

Up inside of that cell I made my own decree
A true miracle was taking place inside of me

I was a very evil man and I was so proud to show it
In the wink of an eye I was transformed into a Poet

I learned there is only one way to truly be free
Ask of the Lord, “ Jesus please come unto me”

And just as the Lord Jesus Christ rose up out of his tomb
We can all live with-in the comfort of his spiritual womb

Details | Rhyme | |


In a house of darkness
you should not hear a sound
but while I lye here in my bed
there's noises all around.
Doors are squeaking 
floors are creaking, 
shutters banging loud.
The wind is blowing,
voices flowing,
rain is pouring down.
In a house of darkness
you should not see a thing
but while the lightning strikes, 
everything is plain.
Shadows dancing on the wall, 
a lady walking in the hall, 
a child playing with a ball, 
a man that had a bloody saw
but to someone, I cannot call, 
for there's no one here, 
no one at all.


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 | Free verse | |

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber

Details | Free verse | |

Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman

Details | Free verse | |

Reason for Easter Celebration Footles

Man lost
Paid cost

Great Love

On cross
Such loss




He rose
We chose



Details | Free verse | |


Entombed behind isolation walled
A haunting malice trapped me within.
Crouching beneath shadows shroud,
 Leering eyes pierce.
Through darkness’s pitch black,
Pacing beast intercepting motions,
 Movements, mocking my,
Feeble attempts to evade frenzy's,
Deceptions deceiver, silver tongued, 
Weaver, spewing lies deceit.
Intricately aligning it's widow,
 Makers webbing,
Feasting on innocence betrayal.
Heckling, laughter echoes, against,
 Dead reckoning.
A chilling appetizing, as if pleased,
 At malice’s intent.
Fiendishly, delighting in torturing,
It’s human pet.
A vacant mumbling feeling over,
 Comes reasoning,
A deeper anger begins to rage,
Rebelling against hatred’s,
Horrifying entity.
Motivated to survive beyond spectral,
Hear my disgust, creature,
 I shall destroy thee.
Leave me alone, screaming aloud,
 Sanity's domain gives way.
In musty halls empty hollows,
 An odorous stench.
Fills mine senses,
Cease mortal miscreant,
 None leave here alive,
Shudders blood runs cold down raw
 Veins nerve endings,
A deepening realizations rushes,
 The conscious mind,
I'm deaths play thing.
To be pounced upon, a toy mouse,
 Caught between claws,
Extracting, retracting at whims invoking.
Invisible hands grasp choking life's,
 Breath away.
Feeling every heartbeat slowing,
 Quietly ceasing.
Stinging painfully ringing at ear, 
Shots quivering,
Oblivion's mute murmurs never part,
Lips tightly closed.
Let mercy's fallen be forgiven,
 Released from,
Beyond hells hidden regions,
A place devoid of spiritual salvation.
Foul demonic spirit haunting,
 A madman's kingdom,
It whispers to me in sweet melodies,
Now we begin, and you truly belong to me,
With satisfactions grimace, it smiles.


Details | Senryu | |

live another year

try to beat the odds
doctors gave me little hope…
     live another year

*Entry for Tracie’s New Year’s Resolution contest     

Details | Rhyme | |




The world still remembers Mr Guy Fawkes,
who plotted to blow up the House of Lords.
Tortured, guilty of treason, the story is told
how he cheated The Hangman; he jumped off the scaffold.
A broken neck did not appease the Crown,
who hung and quartered all foes of renown.
In response, a decree that all people remember
the failed plot; a holiday, for the 5th of November! 

Children hunt while mothers groan,
‘Why can’t we be left alone?
All we want is a place to rest, 
But all we hear is, ‘Where’s Grandpa’s vest?
You want those old trousers I threw out,
and those old shoes, with their soles half out?
If I threw them out, then they’re no good,
So please be quiet you know you should.’

‘We won’t be noisy; we will be good.
We’re looking for two long bits of wood.’
‘Hey Mum, we found these sticks, in the bombed out houses.
Can we have Dad’s old coat; and those old trousers?’
Stuffed with paper, gosh, he’s fat!
The bonfire’s ready, but where’s Guy’s hat?
Oh there it is, stuck fast in that briar,
Now Guy Fawkes was ready for our street’s Bon-Fire.

We couldn’t bother Mum, and Dad was at his works,
but, we needed money to buy fireworks.
‘Penny for the Guy, Mister,’ we called outside the shop,
‘we must have some crackers when we put him up top.’
Bangers and Jumping Jacks, were thrown on the ground
to give a fright and a scare as all dodged around.
There were bottles with rockets that fly to the sky.
There were hands in pockets; warm and dry.

The flames rose high, we could see through the fire.
The Guy stood up on his funeral pyre.
He cannot jump off that pile of wood;
he’s tied tight to the chair that used to be good.
On the chair’s legs, we all scratched our names,
And remember the reason as it goes up in flames.
Guy Fawkes, on barrels of gun powder; a patsy
for the treasonable reasons of Robert Catesby.

Remember, remember the 5th of November
not for the gunpowder, the treason or the plot.
Betrayed, found guilty, Fawkes cheated being slaughtered.
By the government who wanted him drawn and quartered,
but Guy Fawkes? He died his way, whether they liked it or not. 

Details | Rhyme | |

A Halloween Scene

Close your windows; draw the blinds as day turns into night
Shut your door and wrap up warm with a bedside table light

Close your eyes and try to sleep but also stay aware
As what may happen in the night could seem like a nightmare

You'll start to hear the sounds of souls, moaning cries and screams
You sneak a peek around yourself but nothing is as it seems

From the ceiling drip by drip and down the walls it flows
Pools of blood soaked in the rug to ooze between your toes

Ghastly ghouls and grimacing ghosts trapped within their doom
Creep and crawl under your bed and float around your room

They'll slide over your covers and slither in-between
As they wriggle to whisper in your ear...

Have a happy Hallowe'en!!!

Details | Rhyme | |

A Ghost in the Night

There is this girl
she resides in my dreams
she is quite young
eight or nine it seems

i know not where she is from
nor why she appears
I know not what she wants
or why she is here

she scares me immensely 
for her face is scarred and twisted
she sits in the corner
wanting what? I must of missed it

she wears a little white dress
frilly and pressed
with long dark hair
messy and stressed

I sit frozen in horror
as she sobs in the corner
blood stained tears drop to the floor
i want to bolt for the door, I can't take anymore

I can not help.
I know not what to do
I sit frozen in shock 
right next to you

Our eyes meet, yours is a glare
I dare not move,for I am regretfully aware
she's just cold and lonely, a ghost in the night
wanting assurance, Everything will be alright

This is the first time I've written anything in a couple years. I love this site and the people that visit it. just wanted to do a little something with the upcoming holloween/day of the dead vibe to let everyone know I am in fact still here. this is something ive honestly dealt with and have had several nightmares about. Creepy stuff. Hope you enjoy!


Details | Tanka | |

out of sync

hysterical lights
flash out of sync from her tree....

she can't remember
laughter in the snow,
only a grave beneath it

For Contest: Sad Tanka
Sponsored by Andrea and Susan

Details | Shape | |

Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey -- shaped as his top hat


Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey
                                     l      l      l       l        l 
                                     ya' put your red flag in
                                      put your red flag out
                                       put your red flag in
                                               and ya'
                                       shake it all around.
                                       *           *          *
                                  ya' stop this hocus pocus
                              and we'll turn this thing around
                                end war's what it's all about!

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Christ Child

In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.

Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.

A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.

Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.

Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.

The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.

For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.

Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.

The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.

The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.

Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations

Details | Sonnet | |

Pumpkins Swelled

Outside his home a Geek finds a surprise Three lit pumpkins desiring compromise They wanted people to know their power He soon found them giving him a shower The evil resonates from deep inside Each Jack-O-Lantern shows off its great pride Fear that one experiences from each A fresh heart is just what they do beseech The Geek not knowing his untimely fate Approached the pumpkins which he fears of late Pumpkins swelled and grew absorbing his soul He fell, leaving his mark right on the knoll Halloween is not what it used to be When children walked around getting candy
Russell Sivey Entrant into Cyndi MacMillan's "TIMELESS YET CONTEMPORARY, A SONNET THANG" contest

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mary's Tribulation

Mary’s Tribulation

She wept from the depths of her bowels
For the child she brought into fruition.
Not knowing in her love,
She would witness the greatest of all sacrifices.
Tortured nerves washed with vinegar.
Nails driven through meridians to increase the pain.
PAIN, oh so great, oh so long,
That a Mother would die herself...
Beneath the cross

She wept and her heart broke in angst,
His purpose to teach mankind.
Her witness to His Love.
So great, the task, His life
His walk, so brief on earth.
Yet thousands of years, the story retold
Eternal salvation unfolds.
That a Mother would die herself...
Beneath the cross.

Details | Free verse | |



I catch myself thinking
I have to call my mother or
My mother would like
That Christmas card
With the kittens

But there are no more phone calls
And no more Christmases 
For her
Or for me with her

No more wondering
What I would buy a woman who says
“I don’t need anything”?
No more
Complaining that I 
Have to take a bus and a train
And a bus 
To visit her

In a perfect world
I would have been the perfect daughter
More attentive
More caring
More loving

In a perfect heaven
My mother would be with my father
He no longer yells
Or worries about money
Or forgets who she is 
They would sing songs together
As they used to

On a perfect Christmas
There would be a 
Silent Night
And that is what
I have now

But it seems
Less than

December 22, 2009

Details | I do not know? | |

Christmas With Christ

Merry Christmas up in heaven.
How special it must be,
to celebrate our Savior’s birth
with Him there personally.

I’ll bet there is no Santa Claus,
or stories of reindeer,
but angel’s joyfully singing
about Christ as He stands near.

I miss you most at Christmas time
and know you miss me too.
The Holidays are lonely
and I long to be with you.

But I  know the time will time
when we're together again.
I Patiently await that day.
Merry Christmas until then.

Details | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I

Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.

Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp

Details | Quatrain | |

She was Returned

It has been many years since his daughter was lost
If he could bring her back, he would at all costs
Ever since that day he has wandered and roamed
Turned his back on his family, and their loving home

His life on the road left him dishevelled and broke
When he thinks back to the past, it leaves him in choke
Another day on his lonesome travels
A stranger he meets and their discussions unravel

This old man he has met all mysterious and dark
Told him of times going back as far as the Ark
Tales of the Templar's and Merlin the Magician
After hearing the mans story he began to begin

       "I lost my daughter a number of years ago
        She drowned whilst on holiday under a still water flow
        I couldn't comprehend the loss of her life
        The pressure of living, I left my home and my wife"

   "What would you do if your girl could be returned
    Have you ever wondered if fate could be unearned
    If this was possible, would you offer your life
    For your daughter to return to her mother your wife"

   "Remember, many years have passed her death by
    For her past to be relived, there is a reply
    Knights of the ages will descend from their dark
    They will then strike you down, as you begin your embark"
       "My life I have not lived for many a year
        For me to lose mine, I gladly volunteer
        I will die happy for all eternity
        Knowing my daughter will grow old, as it should be"

The old man chants a script of the past
Of an ancient time when fate was cast
The power of they to be able to reverse
To balance their return, they have to reimburse

   "Midnight skies will turn to purple cobalt blues
    Six Templar Knights will stand and surround you
    At your request they will strike you down
    On the sixth stroke, you will face your death gown"

   "A light will appear of which you'll travel through
    But before you do, a young girl runs to you
    Your daughter, in pink and red will run from the light
    She'll run through your soul, as your sleep starts tonight"

The old mysterious man continues on his way
As he passes a house on a hot Summers day
In the garden there sits, a daughter and mother
Discussing the loss of her father, as they begin to recover

She tells of the day whilst on holiday years ago
My husband your father, lost under a still water flow
As we comprehend the loss of his life
Leaving behind his daughter and wife

Details | Haiku | |

fourth of july

Fourth of July..

Dead bodies, a cry
People must come back home soon…
Enough with the war!

To all of those brave men who will never be home to celebrate our Independence 
day this weekend, and the years to come!


Details | Blank verse | |


Missed out on the peanut butter cookies,
I was able to make the night before.

Blood vessels now bursting inside my face--
I was vomiting, and shivering cold.

Couldn't make those festive paper cut-outs:
Red and pink hearts on white lacey shadows.

And, Valentine. I love it. Sight and sound.
It brings many images to my mind:
Sea ships, gardens, and Victorian art;
Thoughts of persecuted priests, saints, martyrs;
The latest invisible reunion . . .

I sat up in bed, and then heard the news;
Grand-father had passed away that morning.
Although, happy about his new found peace,
And happy he may welcome me at death,
I couldn't help envy his new freedom.

My thoughts turned to Earthly matrimony.
Forty-seven years shared between the two.
My grand-parents: my Mimi and Pop-Pop.
Sixteen years apart they were--between deaths.

And then came, "Might I have a soul-mate too?
To Lady and Tramp spaghetti-kiss with?"

I wondered if I could have such love.
Not a puppy love. Not a Cupid love.
But, sacred love. A real love. A true love.
Forever yours -- Lakshmi and Vishnu --
Match made in Heaven above, kind of love.

I must say, this Valentine's Day -- a gem!

Details | Free verse | |

A Halloween to haunt

Int this starry night 
Hidden by the moonlight
Were true love flowers
And true hatred devours
As my life flashes
My future and past passes
I wonder what can I do 
For Im dead without my shoe
Ha Ha I may be old
Even I dont know my  own age
Just another day In my page
Tonight is the creepshow
And the stinch flows
Halloween i say
Halloween is the way
Be frightened and scared
You will not be spared
Ghouls and ghost plunder in darkness
Werewolves and Vampires are coming out
With there scary spout
As the zombies rise
Here comes Frankenstein
With there deathly cries
The leeches nibble your blood
Can you feel the disgusting
Graveyard mud
Run all you want
We will not give up the hunt
Goodnight please let the bed bugs bite

Details | Haiku | |

Tortured Jack

Slowly singled out
Squash are sawed and set alight
All for one dark night

Details | Rhyme | |

In the Cemetery

In the cemetery the undead live once again They kill all who enter, even next of kin Halloween resurrects the dead with their sins
Russell Sivey Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Trinity" contest 10/23/2012

Details | Rhyme | |

The Best Christmas Present That I've Ever Received

For the last two Christmases, I have grieved.
But in 2012 my friend gave me the best Christmas present that I've ever received.
She gave me a ride to Sneedville so that I could spend Christmas with Mom and Dad.
I was a very fortunate person but sadly, just several months later I lost what I had.
I had no idea that within a matter of months that both Mom and Dad would both be dead.
I spent the last Christmas with my parents, there would be no Christmases ahead.
If Tammy hadn't given me that ride, I wouldn't have been able to be with Mom and Dad on Christmas.
This time of the year is no longer easy for me because what happened filled my heart with darkness.

Details | Free verse | |

Judas The Fallen Angel

I'm not the devil
But I know who he is
He's your alter-ego
And your so oblivious
He's the angry reaction
He's the hate hidden inside
That masked as confidence
That's the devils own foolish pride
I admit it, I lied
For I know he's with me
When everyone disappears
And we debate how things should be
I feel sorry for him
I was also casted out
So I soothe his great evil
And he removes all my doubt
Not the worst thing I've done
We don't hurt no one
They still despise us
I feel like his son
Except there's that thing
Always keeps me true
Peace  and love lead to happiness
The rest is up to you
For we can just show you
The reflection you wear
As we climb back towards heaven
My mind already resides there

And the millions of dream chasers 
awaiting me there
trying to catch up
by acting like they care
yet somehow, I still truly do
my mind is much stronger now
in thanks to you
nobody hates me
when I love myself
their desire can;t touch my
sense of already there
catch up  to me 
if you think can
you might learn the power
when i show you the dance
it will be okay 
when the music takes you away
I'll be holding your hand
at the end of the day
my one truest friend 
always saw the end
before I ever
made a start towards it
the old me is over
and I'm more loved for it.

Details | Narrative | |


...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time 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,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
...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.

Details | Rhyme | |


Tag! Your it! Like in the school days.
I got your mind lost, like you were in a corn maze.
This isn't Halloween, just another day of the week.
I'm always getting candy. I say forget trick or treat.
You can forget Flasnick. People just call me Flash.
My rap game's so scary, I say hell with the mask.
Forget Jason, They call me Lil T.
Wake up it's not Freddy, it's me you see in your dreams.
I'm rated X. Noway I'm PG13.
Sisco and Ebert said not to see the damn thing.
So if you do, you better call me the king.
I'll give you six days to live. I'm more hard core then the Ring!

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

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Freak Show

Hello? Hello? Is anyone here? I am here for the “Freak Show”. Fine don't come out. If you can't see yourself in a mirror, Come here Come here. If you don't fit in, Come here Come here. If you're full of terror, Come here Come here. If your made of tin, Come here Come here. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Down here we don't judge, We don't care if your fudge, If you have flames, Or even fangs, If your made of fur, or if you purr, Come down for the Freak Show. 30 seconds on the clock, Those hands go tik tok, It's almost time for halloween night, Get ready for a real fright! Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Just scare those kids, Into little bits, I'm sure they won't mind, It isn't a crime, Invite them inside, For a little surprise, You are supernatural, Or even bichemical. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. WELCOME HOME.

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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?

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Gone But Not Forgotten

your birthday
reminded me
one more year had passed
without you here
i love you

for Joann's contest: Ninette
free verse

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A Bad Shortcut

This season, the Easter Bunny was running late. He made a bad decision that sealed his fate. Nobody can say that his choice was good. He took a shortcut through a low-income neighborhood. Some young hood carrying a switchblade knife, put an end to the fabled Easter Bunny’s life. That was very tragic and not at all funny. He was hopping through the slums without any money. That was the tragic end of the poor Easter Bunny. February 28, 2013

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Merry Christmas, Mom - Part 2

If people ask me if my Christmas will be merry,
My answer to them will be "Not very."
The last Christmas when you were still alive was back in 2012.
My brother and I no longer have you and it's hard on ourselves.

I would give anything if I could spend another Christmas with you.
I know that you'd also love to spend another Christmas with me too.
My life would never be the same on the day when you were dead and buried.
I wish you a Merry Christmas, Mom but sadly, my Christmas won't be merry.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]

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The Wildebeast

Save this animal from it's fate.
Before it is too late.
Don't sit back and watch the sight.
Of thousands of animals, day and night.
Pile up dead.

Help to save them.
You can too.
Don't talk. See it through.
A Thousand bulldozers, tractors, all.
A thousand drivers, mechanics, all.
The cliffs to fall.

They must migrate for food.
The way, we can show.
To come and go.
In safety and quality.
Without the terrible agony.

No holiday this year.
The money give here.
Sit on your sofa.
Think it over.
Watch them live not die.


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Funny How Thins Go


I know that I am
Not a Turkey
I have said this
Once before
Hope to make it
Threw Christmas
And not just end up
At the foot of some-ones'
I know that there is truth
      And of this...
I wil not be forsaken
    But, above all else
I hope not to be mistaken


Something real Turkey might say....
There is a little Turkey in all of us.....

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A bridge in maze through shift it gaze


From pillars being built in monuments to the sun;
A mouth to live yet viable led scorn,
In truth will learn as chivalry turn to worst;
Born under a bad sign in rudimentary fragmented parts...

Sheer brilliance led to essential eloquence,
I see a gate negate to climb

In distant fervor swept from behind
One in twain yet marked on its blotted page fully intact;
The deception lies in you amidst a shade of thorns,
Branded by ivy delusional thought provoking pitch,

A mind blinded lying headlong in a ditch...

In sunlight we gasp for air through pillars in illustrative thought
Torn between the world I know
Then to escape into the one I wish to go
A soul harvest to its plain;

The ghastly pitch lest I refrain again,

The light on the charitable offering still shines;
A tongue in cheek sublime rhyme,
Fought back its silence to numb its pain escape
A slide to cope in a favorable episode explode;
With no shelter to cry the outset of the fall
In silence its refusal of the slight of hand
To once again greet the average no it all
Fought back its silence to numb its pain once again
To shine in episodes of discipline within
Higher elements of discomfort & scorn

A bridge of light once again  to push away its pain within
A slope to cope a guard to wear;
Briars and silence amidst harlots with pain
The toll of lost lovers let lose in my brain
In episodes of anger
In the creative reply to things;
In destination of negate vile authority
Blinded by things that don't even please

Socialized wandering wizards in a heavy garb of compromise

Devastation in mass anhiliation the saga of paradise lost
With heads of state in vile treatment of hate
No sense to delegate or leave it up to fate!

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Chasing Shadows

The corner of my eye sees shadows, floating through the night air
Only yellow eyes, upon their face of Death, no heart ,no soul
Curiously, I follow the Shadows of Death, to my Home; 
Lights on. Fireplace going, it looks warm, but colder than ice
Faceless spirits, flying in the darkness of Death ; carry me
Jack-o -Lanterns lit with the flames of Hell, keep Satan alive
Still I follow. Seeking my destiny, is Death really “ Warm “?
I enter on stage of Shadows, where I think “I once Belonged”
Tears have eyes of Evil, with no mouth or tongue , so deceitful
I take a breath; is this my Death, to always follow shadows
Mere wisps in the wind, dead Dreams, in the darkness of Halloween

                  Happy Halloween my fellow Soupers

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A Rock Displaced

The sins of man had brought Him here
To carry weight we should have bore
Upon His shoulders He carried all
For all of us, for love and more

At birth, His destiny was set in stone
He was to travel, on fated road
To save us all, brothers and sisters
He carried, heavily, our load

Upon the end of carrying our cross
He met His death with prayer and love
He did not run, nor dare to fight
With thoughts of God the Father above.

Upon His death, in a tomb He lay
Placed gently by His mother and others
With prayer for Him and hoping too
He’d return for His sisters and brothers

In the early morn, a discovered sight
The rock at the cave was displaced
By the hand of God, all soon had learned
That the fate of man had been graced

He rose! He rose! The savior came
Though some still had their doubts
Soon, fingers placed inside His wounds
And ascending, chased fear right out

He is the rock of man, the foundation
He is that which we build the church upon
He came and because of His rising
We are graced upon death, by God’s son.

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Halloween Night

Halloween Night 8/25/12

Night is coming fast,
I really want this night to last,

Ghost, ghouls, muppets, angels,
Little witches practicing their spells,

Graveyards appear off roads,
Cobwebs string along lumpy toads,
Halloween, Halloween,

Fog comes from no where,
Frankenstein and Dracula want your blood,
What, are you scared?
It's Halloween, the dead emerge, runnnnnnnn

Amy Winehouse and Jack Daniels come hand in hand,
The show with Ray Charles with Zombie Winehouse in high demand,
Audience drinks mugs of tropical blood,
Werewolf from Paris flies in to make life undone,
Dario Argento takes notes for cool effects,
He sits away from the demons, of all, he knows them best.

For those stuck at home,
Pass out candy to a few drones,
Tinkerbell blesses you with glitter,
Mary Poppins has to mark this moment on twitter,
Jason would rather just cut your throat,
So be nice, give him the basket, try not to choke,
The Crazy 88s are Halloween neighborhood watch,
Looks like Andre the Giant just kicked one in the crotch,

It's midnight now, the carriage now a pumpkin,
Prince is mad, no kiss tonight, skins a lump again,
Concert was a success,
Candy is gone, no more stress,
Scared to sleep now, the best comes during rest....

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Emerald Graves

Dried and rusty flowered ferns reach out of the mausoleum doors,
          Spreading the thick essence of death.
Diseased daffodils or invisible daises sit in potted offerings,
Lamps that lost their gasoline fill granite ones. 

Gray graves caked green
Like Magazine Street two blocks down,
Towards the banks of the Mississippi
Green drinkers are growing and overflowing,
On the archaic crumbling buildings,
Procession possessed with chaos, voodoo, and beer. 

But the pots standing sentinel at the headstones hold no flowers.
No songs are sung for the Destitute Orphan Boy
          deceased 1868
          aged 4 years 6 months.
Sympathy may slip through the cracks of the parade
And leak past the cemetery gates,
As its shouts and jazz carries over defunct plantation houses
And rings faintly in the orphan's crypt,
Where he long ago joined his parents.

At least the willows still cry gossamers.

       *Lafayette Cemetery No 1, New Orleans - St Patricks Day*

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The Children Of The Streets 3 (2008)

This poem is of gross content and viewers are warned of such.
This is written for the children, none of us knows the sufferings they must endure
by the hands of their captors. Let their voices be heard in the night. Do not
turn a blind eye just so you can attempt an escape from reality. Listen for once and maybe 
one child will be safe in the night.
   Wickedness lives in our world and children will continue to suffer by their hands
unless we the responsible take charge of our responsibilities and keep watch
over them, That is our solemn duty, do it right.
   For the sake of the children.

Tonight I search for tasty treats
All the lovely children of the streets
They are everywhere walking
Alone, serene
I'm going to love this Halloween.
   Hello there children, lovely night
Don't grip your bags of candy so tight
Smile my sweet
Have fun, lets play
Tomorrow you will not see the day.
   Try not to be frightened, all is well
Although you think that you are in hell
Come here my love
Lets dance, lets sing
I am going to do everything.
   Tommy, you and Sarah play
On top, yes right, that's the way
Does it feel good?
Isn't this sweet?
This is wonderful, EAT YOUR MEAT!
   Did that hurt? Well lets try it like this
There my dear now this is bliss
I love you Tommy
So smooth, so soft
I'll leave you to sleep here in the loft.
   Oops, I'm sorry, Tommy died
Come here Sarah, you'll be the bride
Touch me there
Thats right lets taste
Turn around love while I hold your waist.
   Do not worry love, it's supposed to bleed
This is how two now become three
Oh well, too bad
You didn't last long
Your cries, your whimpers were lovely song.
   Now will I sleep amongst the dead
While sweetened thoughts dance through my head
Until next years Halloween 
The night will bring me beautiful treats
All the lovely children of the streets.

     Placid Poet
     September 13, 2008

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Resurrection Sunday

Jesus died upon the cross.
His followers thought that all was lost.
But then Sunday morning came,
And the world would never be the same.

The tomb was empty, stone rolled away.
Christ conquered death and hell that day.
That's why we celebrate each year,
The resurrection of our Lord so dear.

Christ's death bought pardon for everyone,
All of our sin placed on God's own Son.
His rising made all things new,
Resurrection power for me and you.

Sing Hallelujah to the King!
Lift high your hands, let your praises ring,
To Christ the Holy Risen One.
Rejoice in what God's love has done!

Kim Merryman  3/26/12
For Linda-Marie's Easter Inspirations contest

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The Wreath pt. 1

Through a window peer pilgrim  eyes
Which well knew Love's most blessed scars
And once had danced 'long side the sun
So many years a'past...

Yet emptied now but of some sliver small
Of Mercy's cursed remembrance,
Mocking, soothing, the balm of ghosts
Which ne'er shall breathe again...

Tho still they search,
Thus questing, live-
For hark! Some glimmer forms,
And fleshes bones of what then was...

But nay-as quickly born that light retreats
To the vales of Far-away...
As naught now crowns that moment's transit
Save the heart's stark vacant throne.

And so to saddened reverie
Return old eyes to loving glance
'Pon all the used-to-be-
Then a lone and fragrant tear for all the never-was...

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Forgotten Samhain

Let’s celebrate the thinnest of the veil!
Reunite with long lost family and friends
and take one last chance to make our amends,
on the night the worlds’ barrier is frail.

But when is this magic night to occur?
Some say it’s during Scorpio’s Full Moon
or the sun’s post allows us to commune. 
Others claim Halloween causes the blur.

If we could ask the first ones that observed,
they would surely tell us the correct night
to build the bond fires and keep them alight.
How do we ask when the veil is conserved?

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Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas

Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas? Christmas is the only holiday we often don’t call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It’s the only holiday that we often call “a holiday.” It’s true meaning, is often, taken away! It’s more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It’s time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It’s more than going shopping at the malls… More than, “Jingle Bells,” or “Deck the Halls!” It’s more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you’re willing “to die for!” It’s more than buying the “newest in entertainment.” Or receiving a gift that may “cause an embarrassment.” Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let’s all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let’s think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that’s needed! Won’t you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what’s important! And shouldn’t be left out! He’s what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let’s be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton

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I Remember

Labor Day
honoring those served
with remembrence

Tribute To
Fallen Soldiers

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"A Terrorist Act On Friday the 13th"

"A Terrorist Act  On Friday the 13th"
(a true story! and no one to tell!)

2 pm Friday the 13th 
a red demon was parked at 
the "Castle of State Farm" by a bus stop
the bald headed red demon, was stalking a unsuspecting
41yr old unprotected  woman...

with one  deep breath the red demon 
let out his toxic breath ...
and blood came for the back of my throat
along with lung tissue that foamed into clear bubbles 
draining out of my mouth and nose

try  to bring air, back into my lungs 
only brought tears and pain 
vomit but with out food just lung matter 
not a doctor so i don't understand why my food didn't come up
just breathing only broth from my lungs
i coughed all night  long, with my throat burning

i thought this was the end...
i will die...
a poet who no one pays any attention to will be 
RED-RUM for poems no one even reads~
but will the true story be told someday...
who is pulling my strings...
to hide there true face...    



"Because When You Have No Life, Your Just A Survivor..."

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Desperate Witch

The desperate witch took her last breath over an empty grave
Russell Sivey Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Singled Out" contest

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Plan for death

Plan to fail
we all belong

now prove to the world im not your god

The sliders will come slide in and lead death by hand
in the same circles forever and ever
but no one knows who he is
 all around him the angels stand out and encourage us to resist the insanity

Look to fashion for all your clues as to who is who
aware of your surroundings
in this perfect crime scene
I know the pieces fit
pointing to the only one
in a fashionable code unseen to the naked eye

Around and around he goes
same circle same souls
forever and ever
and no oone knows
look at this innocence

fashionably late early enough to reconsider
ever see the world through the devils eyes
and everyone wears their original sin around him

Im training your souls
to die if god tells the one and only joke
to knock us all dead
we win again laughing off our heads

time to figure it out

 last lottery to the exit
we are ready to listen to the confusion giving nothing away

the crime scene is set
 ignorance is bliss
surrounded by all of the same color
we plan to fail
the first level of how to belong

plan to fail
see what happens you cant win
we'll be here leading 
 circles forever again

A way to thank an angel
a way to punish the souls
the troops to keep miserable
and the insanity around us in our heads shows reason to the fact how near he is

surrounded in telepathy

 innocent thoughts
but get ready to gain control
as obsessively i plan to lead you off the cliff
won't someone come save you
level two
the trained souls wear their clothing conspiracy of randomness
to point him out with all subtlety
no one would  know from afar
more confusing closer

black and white world
several colorfull players 
 lead us in leading by example
of the secret they cant speak
a curse to break and everyone is trying
what does it say?
what does it all mean?
I'm trying but can't see clearly
Ive already tried
next stage of the first level
and soo many different plans to say the same thing
to the man in the middle of who he is

 theyd do it their whole lives

its not spy talk
but admidst do or die
a test for the prophets
and a way to earn the next step towards heaven
or is this the slide?

You are everyone and everything around you

you are just an oblivious puzzle piece to those here to play
I might look guilty blackmailed decoy

now the pieces fit another way
we switch the stage
 fashion changes

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At the Foot of the Cross

- On the day my Father died
Loss opened a chasm wide
A hole in which I fell inside
To crawl upon proud Pity's ride.

- Anger engineered that fateful train
Which I rode in fog through Trouble's rain
Deep into tunnels black of Emotion's pain
As images blurred in my shocked brain.

- But even as my world on tilt did rock
Peace chipped away at my numbed block
Friends who had witnessed Dad's Christian walk
Protected and soothed me from Rage's selfish mock.

- As with a coin toss; it's either head or tail
I could remain bound by Loss' mourning wail
Or choose to walk on Love's precious golden trail
With quickened strides of strength not frail.

- Dad said, 'That even through Pain and Loss
A Christ anchored ship weather's all pitch and toss!'
So while Life chooses to leave a gilded gloss
That coin is now placed at the Foot of the Cross! Amen!

Sorrily missed but never forgotten;
John Anthony  entered God's Kingdom
September 26, 2003 71 years young!

This is for all those that are left with the wisdom,knowledge,
love and respect of their Dad and would trade anything for a minute
more with him! Remembering Father's Day


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once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane

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The Children Of The Streets

   Night fall,
The moon in the heavens full,
A mist has taken the sky,
The air is still and cool.
   The night is chilled,
Haunting thrills,
From the depths of hell,
Evilness spills.
   The haunting of Halloween,
The beast released,
Stalking their prey,
The children of the streets.
   Around every corner,
 Hiding in the shadows of the alley ways,
The creatures of the world,
Are gathering today.
   Coming with their needles,
Pins, and fills,
Of acid laced candies,
And cyanide pills.
   A nightmare of hell,
All Tricks no treats,
The world’s waste tonight stalk,
The children of the streets.

   Placid Poet
   OCTOBER 18, 1994

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A Gravitational Pull

Stone upon the water front/
Next to the cashmere pillow,
The pier near the gallow shore/
A man began to speak,

Within this land there shall be no way out accept I tax,
This gravitational pull may bring some down,
Yet if you stay and listen very carefully/
You will live through this time and be very happy !

Many of you have become lazy in the manner of laws,
A decree will be summoned to let us know/
The waiting may be hard to comprehend,
Yet within time you can grow to depend/

The fat of the land,
Let this man take you by the hand/
There can be no further excuses or escape,
The way will depend upon the hearer's !

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Halloween Monster

It was the worst thing that I've ever seen.
It happened in my town last Halloween.
A horrible monster attacked and it was undead.
It disembowled people and bit off their heads.

It made Michael Myers look like the Pope.
If you're wondering if it was easily destroyed, the answer is nope.
It killed four hundred people, including every cop.
I knew that this freak of nature had to be stopped.

It didn't hurt that thing when I drove a stake through its heart.
But it did destroy it when I used a bazooka to blow it apart.
Nothing can bring back those four hundred unfortunate women and men.
But people can rest easy because they'll never see that foul monster again.


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Thank YOU Letter

Thank YOU Letter

Thank You for loving me
It was Your undying love that saved me

Thank You for dying for me
It was Your precious blood that bought my liberty

Thank You for always being with me
You promised to never leave or forsake me

Thank You for the pain, suffering and ridicule You took for me
It is because of the Cross that I have been set free

Thank You for sending the Sweet Holy Spirit at any cost
For without Him I'd still be lost

Thank You for being a Friend that sticks closer than any brother
I truly love You--You're like no other

I wait patiently for You to return again
Thank You YESHUA for being a Friend til no end.

                                                         I love YOU.

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Widow's First Christmas - Revised (Rhyme)

Turkey's done
dressin'  turned out fine,
gotta stop thinkin'
gonna loose my mind.

   Presents neath the tree
   and our boy is one big smile,
   ain't gonna start cryin'
   hold on for awhile.

      God I miss you honey
      each and every day,
      Christmas time don't make no sense
      since you've gone away.

          Sure miss you carvin'
          your laughter filled with glee,
          can't get the Christmas spirit
          when you're not here with me.

             May the Lord bless you,
            keep you safe and sound,
            while we're havin'  His day
            down here on the ground.

               Happy Birthday, Jesus
               take care of my ol' man.
               We'll be doing Your party
               just the best we can.
                  Merry Christmas my love,
                  that you shall always be.
                  "Well, my goodness ...
                   watcha got there son, a present for me?"

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Behind the Wallmart

on rolling hills they were laid
given a tomb stone and honored grave
up right and at attention
all standing in formation
on peaceful and silent hills 
they laid
in rows, government issued graves
a place to stay until Resurrection Day
a place with a Name, on visitors day
a place to put flowers
or drop tears on a grave
they lie there waiting, still serving
as hero's are laid
on the rolling hills of Jefferson Barracks
cemetery they lay

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The Legend of the Christmas Bike


The saddest story I’ve ever read, I read on Christmas day.
About a man who’s hurt, would not go away.
He was from the wrong side of the tracks but that didn’t make him any less a man,
He had a wife and a little girl and he provided as best he can.

He had worked hard all year long piecing together a bicycle from pieces that were salvaged
from here and there.
But when he was through it was a piece of art, every piece polished and painted with love
and care.
And that Christmas eve night, when all were asleep, he placed it under the tree,
He was so excited he couldn’t wait for his little girl to see.

And that morning her little eyes were fixed on that beautiful bicycle that shined so bright.
She stammered as she tried to talk, for she was so filled with delight.
She hugged momma and poppa and said this was the best day she had ever  known,
It was a gift of love and that was the look his daughter had truly shown.

He took it outside so she could ride and ride,
But what happened next in the story is where I cried and cried.
A neighborhood gang banger was cruising the streets and feeling real mean,
When he decided to scare the little girl with his car, the rest is such a horrible scene.

She had never played chicken and didn’t know what to do,
When he swerved, she did too.
Her little bicycle was no match for the car that tore a happy home apart.
And from the father that day was taken the light of his heart.

They say it was just too much and he just went away,
But the legend says she still rides her pretty new bike each and every Christmas day.

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The Children Of The Streets 2 `96

The demon hides off the corner street 
Listening to the little scrambling feet. 
Only the purest can fill its need 
An appetite for blood, transfusional greed. 
Once for love a second for joy 
Thrice to end the lovely boy. 
The blood of life an ecstatic swirl 
Its next victim will be a girl. 
Life passes through the devils brigade 
Allured to death in silent serenade. 
Handsomeness transmogrified the sinister treat 
Darkness awaits the children of the streets. 
Pestilence in vivo death ensemble 
God of Hades sacred evil. 
Devils sibling unnaturally defiled 
Feeds on the loving tender child. 
Once to tempt a second to please 
Thrice to rest the heart at ease. 
Tonight the little ones feel the curse 
Tomorrow to sleep within the earth. 
Beware the night behold the screams 
The demons tarry on all hallows eve. 
The heart is strong the mind is meek 
Darkness awaits the children of the streets. 

Placid Poet
October 6, 1996

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Your Grip Is Eternal

Your Grip is Eternal
How your strong hands
Have a choking grip on me,
Gripping me so tight,
Strangling me so
I can hardly see.

Your teeth gnash and
Shred my skin
Until it bleeds.

Thoughts of you
Have me tossing
Around restlessly
In my bed sheets.

You power over my
Soul makes me
Feel so weak.
My fear of you
Causes me to tremble
Whenever you speak.

Only when you die,
Will I find true relief.
Yet even then,
I’ll wonder about your
Ghost haunting me,
As I also grieve.

My fear for you is eternal,
Perhaps it will never leave.

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Service buddy

I look down from heaven, and what do I see?
A body on the battlefield that looks a lot like me!
Body parts are missing:there's blood everywhere...
The scene is so ghastly, that I can only stare.
Now the memory returns...I freely gave my life,
In a fight to preserve Democracy for my children and my wife.
Walking with my service buddies when I spotted the grenade,
And I quickly dove upon it! What a price I paid!
Next I see my military funeral with people gathered all around.
The mournfull sound of TAPS as they lay me in the ground!
Then the crowd is all dispersing from the cemetary fast.
Workmen cover me with dirt, and top it off with grass.
At least all is quiet now; no sound of bursting shell!
That man was right on target when he said"War is hell."
Advances; patrols; and skirmishes make for quite a fuss.
The object- kill the enemybefore he can kill us!
So now it is Memorial Day-and I wait patiently,
To see if anyone comes around to remember me.
I see the flagsand flowers,placed on graves so near.
Yet no one visits me. I'm alone again this year!
Surely my family hasn't forgotten the sacrifice I made-
Or has their desire for freedom slowly begun to fade?
Well, I guess they've got ball games and picnics--and yet
Someone's coming toward me in uniform! A vet!
He stops and ponders thoughtfully, as he reads my stone;
"Although I did not know you, you shouldn't be alone".
With a quivering voice and a tear in his eye,
He continues,"Thanks for being there". (I too want to cry!)
"Its true I fought my own war, and no bullet took my life,
But America's stilll great ,due to your sacrifice.
And I am truly thankful for everything you did,
Even though,when you lost your life, I was just a kid.
But I've met your buddies;those whose lives you saved,
So I brought a flag and flowers to lay upon your grave.
No greater love has any man,than to die for his friend.
And ifyou were a Christian, you entered Life at the end!
Your family may have forsaken you, and forgotten where you lay,
Yet as a brother Christian, I'll greet you in that Day.
Until then,Know you're appreciated because you did your part.
Thank you service buddy-from this grateful heart"
As he rose to leave ,I thought with a smile,
Those words of gratitude make it all worthwhile.
Yes, I was a Christian, and now I'm with my Lord.
See ya later service buddy! Continue steadfast in His Word!

                                                     Charlie Pelota HSLP 5-29-2002

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Inside this gate, a cemetery
It looks to be so dark and eerie.
Up to the house of old man Parry
It gives me chills, it’s oh so scary.

The door opened up and down the hall
It sounded like an evil call.
These old paintings on the wall
Look to be the devils claw.

Through the rooms, here we go
We stopped beside this large window.
We talked in whispers really low
So we didn’t hear our own echo.

Here on the floor their shadows cast
From all the spirits of the past.
We need to get out of here fast
So were not within their creepy grasp.

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Merry Christmas, Dad

Merry Christmas, Dad
     by Amy Swanson   


    I always think of you
           every day...
              but holidays like this

can make it a little harder.

I hear the Christmas songs of cheer
     see the lights up in the square
           the busy murmurs of people
               shopping for their loved ones...

It seems almost perfect.

The tree, the lights,
      the gifts,
          the songs and plays
              joyful vacation days;

but something's missing.

The voice that rang throughout the house
      Christmas season
            singing triumphantly, beautifullly
                  "O Holy Night"

I still can't listen to that song
    without hearing
         your strong voice
               in my ears.

The hands that wiped my tears,
     wrapped my Christmas presents
           made his special "banana pudding recipe"
                left me letters from Santa.

Oh dad... how I miss you.

I know they say time heals
      and life goes on
          and all those other wonderful cliches
                 that people always tell you

simply because they don't know what else to say.

I will never forget you - my hero, my protector.

I speak of you often
    to my own little girl
         want her to know
              the grandpa she can't meet yet...

the grandpa who would love her so.

Dad, you are always in our hearts and minds,
     I never got to say thank you...
         for everything.
              for helping me to be

the woman I am today.

I look at my reflection in the mirror - I can also see you.
   I sing my songs - and I can also hear you.
       I laugh... and sometimes I can hear your laughter too.
           My daughter smiles at me... and you are in her smile.

I wish that you could know how much
     you've always meant to me
         and all the things that you have done
              to shape my life, so positively...

But all that I can say,
        is this:

Merry Christmas, Dad.

I love you.

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Merry Christmas to Heaven

As we gather around at this time of the year
It makes us wish even more that you were here
We will never grow accustom to life without you
We know that you are peaceful now
Walking streets of gold
Holding hands with the angels
And never growing old
That doesn’t change the void we feel
Opening up the presents
And sitting down for a meal
With each light on the tree that twinkles
We feel that you are close
Wishing we had the time to say that we loved you the most
Now we will share each moment in memory of you
Merry Christmas to Heaven
Merry Christmas to You

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He's My Hero

Memories of fallen hero's
Echoes still linger thru the night
Masking lined tombstones
Only in validations of service or death
Rest in peace my fallen commrade
I 'll await for your spirits aglow
Against an azure sky
Looking over my shoulder

Doing like you used to do
Alway's protecting the sick and weak
Yet asks for nothing in return

Tribute To Armed Services
And The Many Many 
Fallen Hero's
Ty For Serving
Bring The M.I.A. Home

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The Complete Nick Armbrister Poetry Collection Volume 3 1996 - 2013
Copyright 2014 Nick Armbrister
ISBN - 978-1-326-06538-6

my poem based on true events, out of my book

Brit gal went on hols to Thailand, wanted a good time. What she got was hell. Riding a moped down a road, something went so wrong. She hit a minibus while going fast, whose fault was it? Was she on the right side of the road? Catapulted thirty yards in the road, thud!

Mushy head time. A Brit cop working with his Thai colleagues saw her. Her head smashed in, brains spread onto the road. Still alive and very conscious she asks for her parents, crying her last tears. Then she’s gone. 

If you go to Thailand remember the poor Brit gal and her fatal accident. Don’t drink or do drugs and ride a bike or moped and wear a helmet.


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The End II

then the only people with a shadow of the truth
will be the people called the Isrealites
you know them as the Jews
Our merciful Lord has left them blind
their only purpose to save
the rest of man kind
but like i said they are blind
they will follow the wrong messiah
till the end of that time 
but mean while up in heaven 
shortly after meeting the Lord
they show us many mansions
where we would live from then on
we walked down the streets of gold
through gates made of pearl
and every few moments
we ran into people we knew
from the world
the reunions there filled our hearts so full
because many we hadn't seen in a while
and it was promised on our arrival
that as far as time was concerned
we had a while
(To be continued)

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Blood Lust

I'm tired, uninspired, nothing's fun anymore,
     sick of working so much and still being poor.
Christmas is coming and all I feel is dread.
     No sugarplum fairies dancing in this head.

Into my haven pure evil has snuck:
      someone came and killed my sweet pet ducks.
I hope you choke on their bones, you SOB,
      my heart is filled with hatred, your evil's infested me.
My pacifist husband has even bought a gun!
      He really wants to kill you, so you see how evil's won?
And now, and now, when I look at the lake,
      all I can feel is... a wrenching heartbreak.

The fish that we feed have become so tame,
       they are fooled by your lures; it's hardly fair game.
And WE are at fault for gaining their trust,
       God, we hate you "fishermen" with your sickening blood lust.

Anger and revenge have usurped our peace,
      I am
             just waiting for
                                   this crappy life to cease.

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The Darkest Halloween

Under cloak of a midnight sky,
on Halloween, the moon was full.
An eerie sight there caught my eye,
I viewed his body being pulled.

The dirt unearthed was moist and fresh,
once the grave where he'd been placed;
a man of forty, so I'd guessed,
I could, just barely, see his face.

When I moved in closer still,
five tombstones soon surrounded me,
and chanting in the night air filled,
the prophesies of mystery.

On this day, so prophesied,
chanting of a thousand witches,
would raise the dead from all the tombs,
all the morgues, and crypts and ditches.

At the stroke of twelve, or so,
while stirring fast, strange witches brew,
their voices filled the midnight hour,
and chanted 'til the stroke of two.

Potions, cauldrons, signs of death,
raised my hair, as I held my breath.
"Ravens, Banshees, owls and trolls,
raise the bones of forty souls."

Witches moved to form an arc,
and in the center placed the man,
then dripped the blood of forty larks,
that severed both his lifeless hands.

When the chanting nearly ceased,
his hands began to fly like bats,
and to the air were doves released,
soon followed by a hundred cats.

Beyond fear, I was a wreck,
I told my feet to pick up steam,
but one hand grabbed me 'round the neck,
on this, the darkest, Halloween.

So, next time, as you walk alone,
in the dark, on a moonlit night,
remember the rest of his bones,
are out there to fill you with fright.

The witches, "sign of the five,"
are points of a star bringing death,
at this moment you're still alive,
while I am still catching my breath.

Each Halloween, at midnight,
his body still roams, that's no joke.
His hands are still able to fly,
and next time they'll fly at your throat.

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Merry Christmas Momma

The day my momma died,
I knelt down by her side.

I held her body close to me,
Knowing this was the final caress you see.

I never knew I could hurt this bad,
And thinking back to that day still makes me sad.

She was always there and took my side,
I wonder at how many tears for me this lady cried?

This is the second Christmas she won’t be here,
To share with us our Christmas cheer.

In her Bible the day she died,
I found a note stuck deep inside.

Giving to the Lord her only son which is me,
Lord please forgive him, he is good sir, someday you’ll see!

Back in the seventies she wrote this note to the Lord for me.
I was wild and blind and refused to see.

But age is wisdom and wisdom is age,
And hopefully we learn with each new page.

Thank you Momma for all you have done,
I’m signing it with love from your only son.

We miss you very much but I’m sure you know,
You’re always in our hearts and mind where ever we go.

Love You !

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Silent Christmas

No visitors,
No holiday feast
No caroling carolers,
No Who'sville's Roast Beast,
Not a sound, but for crows,
No phone ringing, what goes?
Three cards, and two gifts,
Missing wallet, gone with girl?
Merry Christmas, my heart a'swirl
3PM and trailer park is empty,
I seem all alone
My last Christmas, I assure you,
My heart, my faith, has flown

Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Holidays Daddy

                                  Winter time is here,  It's getting colder
                                and colder. Before long snow will be 
                                 falling and the holidays will be here.
                                 The table will be full of holiday food,
                                 but there won't be much holiday 
                               Cause the main person won't be here
                                      to celebrate the holiday cheer.
                               Our first holiday season without you
                             here. Since you been gone things haven't 
                              been the same.  Now that the holidays
                                  are here it's even harder to smile
                                                 without you here.
                                 Even though we can't see you, we
                                    know you wouldn't miss it for a
                                   million years, but it still ain't the
                                same without you sitting here beside
                                  us  sharing the holidays and the 
                                                      holiday cheer.
                             Just remember this holiday season, that
                              you are and will always be in our hearts
                             and thoughts throughout the year. You 
                            are still loved and missed everyday and
                           every year. Remember all the loved ones 
                                you left behind, especially Sha who
                              loves and misses you so. Friends miss
                                                         you too!!!
                                                  Love Your Family

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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?


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O, One who bled and died for me,
Your death was not in vain.
Was Love that held you to Calvary's tree
while separation from your Father caused pain.

If not that You had come for me
to do what I could not on my own,
it would have been me upon that tree
and a life without You all I had known.

But I am not left to a life without You
as You rose from the dead in power.
And because You did, my life is made new
along with all that You've kept to this hour.

O, I could never repay what You've done
but I can live this life for You.
You came here for me, Eternal One;
What could You ask that I would not do ?

Douglas L. Ace

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To The Jewel Of Maine

I've tried to write you 4 times,
My computer seems to object,
I've written a poem to thank you,
For your card...I'll try one last time;

The joy of Christmas you wished me,
Means more than you could know,
I'm lucky if I get 3 cards each year,
I feel forgotten, and you should know,
It made me happy,
I hope Santa brings you all you want,
I've already got mine, thanks to you
I have near no family, but all my pals at Soup,
I cry not, I have my memories,
Merely the enemy of age,
Who took all those I love
I no longer feel I must rant and rage,
To those wiser powers up above.

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Little hands that loved to touch
would one day be pierced through.
Little feet that ran through fields
would be spiked for me and for you.

This Little One so free from care
would one day know sins weight.
This One so young with love to share
would be crucified outside the gate.

This Boy who grew in favor with God
would in time be rejected of men.
This Youth working wood in Nazareth
would be brought to a shameful end.

He journeyed this life from infant to man
to identify with every generation.
He went once for all time from death into life
to bring forth a new creation.

Douglas L. Ace